Great Dao Ji

The small courtyard is located outside the busy city, a few streets away, but there seems to be no noise at all, it is quiet and quiet, as if deep in the mountains.

There seems to be nothing strange about it with the naked eye, but in fact, this place is outside the popular gathering place of the Eighth City, outside the bustling city, and in the quietness, but it is like the eye of an array.

When he got here, Zhu Dahai felt a little uneasy. He seemed to feel something. He grabbed An Qisheng's clothes and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no."

After getting rid of the erysipelas, Zhu Dahai's 'pig dragon' bloodline has awakened again, and his perception of the outside world has become stronger.

At this moment, he felt that he had reached the edge of the cliff and would be shattered into pieces if he took another step.

"How can you not see the owner when you arrive at someone else's territory?"

An Qisheng patted Zhu Dahai on the shoulder and softly calmed his anxiety.

squeak~

While talking, the door of the small courtyard slowly opened, and a young man with gray hair on his temples walked out of the door.

The young man's temples were stained with frost, and his eyes were like inky jade. When he came out, he took a deep look at An Qisheng and the two men not far away, and his eyes stayed for a moment on the little chicken held by Zhu Dahai.

Just gave it up:

"Since you're here, sir, you might as well come in."

This is no longer a title among monks.

"Um."

An Qisheng nodded slightly and walked into the small courtyard. The small courtyard was smaller than the ones in the busy city, but it was actually not small.

Three steps forward and backward, there are pavilions, flowers and plants, and an old tree.

The old tree is about two people hugging each other. Its color is green and its crown is like a canopy, covering half of the courtyard.

In front of the old tree, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands, his breath calm. At first glance, he looked like an eternal mountain peak. His spine was like a pillar of heaven, with ups and downs, as if he would turn into a dragon and fly away in the next moment.

"Dad, the gentleman you mentioned is here."

The young man didn't even salute, he just said something in a low voice and stepped aside.

Over there, there was a girl holding her chin up and watching the chess game, and the young man was her opponent.

"Tianjiao City hasn't been this lively in a long time."

The middle-aged man turned back to An Qisheng and said calmly.

An Qisheng glanced at him. This middle-aged man had a majestic appearance, with high eyebrows and a broad nose. His eyes were deep and as bright as morning stars.

The starched and slightly white cloth robe can't hide his peerless style.

This middle-aged man is the Tianding Emperor.

This astonishing figure who stirred up the situation thousands of years ago and has had thousands of years of grudges with Litian Holy Land and even the three Holy Lands, is the Tianding Emperor.

"Isn't it going to be even more lively in two years?"

An Qisheng knew what he was talking about.

Several major sects and Mingyue Holy Land have never stopped tracking him, but they have already chased him to Tianjiao City. They just took advantage of the power of the Tianding Emperor and did not take action.

In fact, beneath the calm, there is an undercurrent.

"Yeah, it's very lively."

Emperor Tianding seemed to be feeling a little emotional and sighed in anticipation. With a wave of his hand, a stone table and two stone benches were pulled up from the ground:

"Sir, it turns out that you should have done your best to show your kindness to the landlord, please."

The Tianding Emperor had a gentle attitude. He first asked An Qisheng to take a seat, and then said to the young girl in the distance: "Old Fourteen, go get the pot of wine I hid."

"Dad, I'm busy! Let fourth brother go."

The girl rolled her eyes at her father and glared at her brother: "Why don't you go quickly? When you come back, I will take advantage of you!"

"well."

The young man shook his head: "Fourteen, you said the same thing before and last time. It seems that this game of chess is good enough to last until dad's funeral."

"Bah, bah, bah!"

The girl slapped her brother twice unhappily: "Dad, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive him!"

"Then who knows? If he acts like this, he may not be able to outlive you and me."

The young man glanced lazily at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man glared: "Baby, why don't you go get me a drink?"

The young man had no choice but to stand up slowly and walk to the backyard.

"Sir, it's funny. My children are too old to get used to it."

Emperor Tianding shook his head helplessly.

"Such family happiness is rare among the holy emperors of ancient and modern times."

An Qisheng stroked the tabletop gently, feeling the texture of the stone table. Even the stone table rising from the ground had layers of formation patterns on it.

No one in Tianjiao City or even in Tianding Kingdom knew about Emperor Tianding.

This emperor who has been in Tianjiao City for more than a thousand years has fourteen sons, thirteen sons and one daughter. However, the age gap between these fourteen children is huge.

The younger one is like the fourteenth princess, who is said to be no more than twenty years old, and the older one is like the fourth prince, who is only less than a hundred years younger than the Tianding Emperor.

The gap of a hundred years seems insignificant when compared to the two thousand years of life.

There seems to be no big error in saying they are 'peers'.

Of course, this is not unusual.

According to legend, in ancient times there was a father and son who were extremely talented. The father was only less than twenty years older than the son.

It was supposed to be a rivalry between peers, but it became a rivalry between father and son. Both were crowned kings and lived for thousands of years. It is still talked about today.

"Holy Emperor"

Emperor Tianding smiled and asked, "Sir, I have been in Tianjiao City for a few days. What do you think?"

An Qisheng stared at the Tianding Emperor in front of him, and various scenes in the city flashed deep in his eyes.

Tianjiao City is as prosperous as fire cooking oil. The people and monks live in harmony. To a certain extent, there are no ordinary people anymore. Even ordinary people have strong blood.

The various facilities and formations are the most advanced he has ever seen in this world.

Unfortunately, from the vague clues in the memories of Zheng Longqiu and others, he could deduce that when the King's Tower opens in two years' time, a world-shattering chaos will inevitably break out.

The hat of being the number one contemporary figure in Dongzhou is tall and big enough, but underneath it is already in danger.

After thinking for a while, he spoke: "Withered bones in the grave."

quiet!

The small courtyard suddenly became quiet.

The delicate girl's attention was also attracted. A pair of beautiful eyes were fixed on An Qisheng. Facing her father, there were very few people who dared to say that.

"Withered bones in the grave"

Emperor Tianding chewed these four words slightly, and was not angry. He just nodded and smiled slightly: "Sir, these four words are used appropriately."

He has not left Tianjiao City for thousands of years. He uses himself as the eye of the formation to protect the entire Tianjiao City. He also uses Tianjiao City to match the popularity of Tianjiao City. It seems that even the three major holy places and several major sects can't do anything.

In fact, the crisis is never far away, and is even getting closer.

The four words "withered bones in the grave" are quite appropriate to describe him.

"Here comes the wine."

The Fourth Prince of Tianding walked slowly over holding a white jade wine flask, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Of course, this thousand-year-old Tianding old man was still in awe of this family. He poured a glass of wine for the two of them, and then looked at An Qisheng:

"Sir, you have seen it carefully, but I would like to know more, what do you think of Dongzhou as a whole?"

Of course they themselves know the plight of Tianjiao City very well.

"Eastern Continent has hundreds of kingdoms, billions of people, a land of human races, a paradise for monks, and a purgatory for mortals."

An Qisheng pondered for a moment and gave an answer.

The territory of Dongzhou is vast. There are over a hundred dynasties like Tianding, and there are many small countries among them. Although the land is vast and sparsely populated, its territory is large enough and the population is very large.

And because the sect that truly rules the dynasty, the Holy Land does not compete with ordinary people for profit, and requires a large population to serve it, so most of them can only get a bite of food.

But, after all, it is the paradise of monks.

"A paradise for monks, a purgatory for mortals"

The eyes of the Fourth Prince and Emperor Tianding moved. They had asked many people this question, but this was the first time they heard someone comment on 'Purgatory'.

"People have a place to live and food to eat. Why do you think this is purgatory?"

The Fourth Prince looked subtle and continued to ask.

"Hope depends only on God, it is purgatory of course."

An Qisheng looked calm and answered calmly.

The Wan Yang Realm is the most severely solidified world he has ever seen. The Jiu Fu Realm and the human world are far incomparable to it.

Throughout the past 30 million years, everyone, including his body, has the bloodline of the 'Prince and Holy Emperor'.

It's self-evident what this means.

The biggest way for an ordinary person in this world to turn around is to have "extraordinary talent."

Otherwise, you will end up struggling in the secular world.

The monks are too high and the people are too low. The gap between the two is so great that the battle between the monks will bring disaster to the pond, and ordinary people will only sigh and say that their lives are bad.

And how many monks are there in Dongzhou?

"Once upon a time, I asked an elder, "Is this what the Holy Emperors want in the world?"

Emperor Tianding fell into deep thought with a trace of memories:

"The elder said that living is already very difficult. Behind the current prosperity of the Dongzhou, Jiuzhou, and the prosperity of the human race are mountains of corpses of sages."

"That's a good thing to say."

An Qisheng nodded.

It has been 30 million years in the Wanyang Realm, but only after the first generation of Tianzun cultivated his true form until all nine realms were completed, the true hegemony of the human race was established.

But before that, the human race, which had a long pregnancy, a sparse population, and a long growth period, was always at the bottom.

The average person in the Wanyang Realm is pregnant for four and a half years, and they are extremely weak and ignorant when they are born. Except for those who are born with wisdom, most people are not considered adults until they are sixteen years old.

Moreover, if you don’t practice, you still won’t be able to restrain the chicken.

Compared with other alien races that are extraordinary in nature and larger in number, they have no advantage.

Being able to reach today step by step is certainly not based on gentleness, courtesy and humility. It is indeed true that the bones of the ancestors of the past dynasties are piled up like mountains.

This is the case in the Wanyang Realm, and this is the way in the human world. Even in the Jiufu Realm and Xuanxing, it is still the same.

"Then what?"

Seeing Emperor Tianding thinking silently, An Qisheng seemed to be a little curious.

"Then, I said, after five years of pregnancy, it takes twenty years to go from babbling to a toddler, learning to read in front of a pond to growing up! Is such a difficult growth just for the sake of living?"

Emperor Tianding let out a long sigh:

"Living is never just for living, nor should we live for monks."

"That elder is the elder of Litian Holy Land who you killed, right?"

An Qisheng was thoughtful.

Emperor Tianding was originally the first true successor of Litian Holy Land thousands of years ago. He was extremely talented. At that time, he was regarded as the most invincible among his contemporaries. He had the hope of becoming the next leader of Litian Holy Land.

No one understood why he defected.

At this time, he somewhat understood that this Tian Ding Emperor was an 'alien', an alien among the monks.

No wonder that until now, Emperor Tianding is considered by many monks to be a crazy, crazy, and possessed person.

"That's my father and his master."

The fourth prince glanced at the expressionless Tianding Emperor, with a hint of tiredness in his eyes: "Is it really worth killing the master and betraying the religion?"

"Some people can call the wind and rain, enjoy all the glory and wealth, and live for thousands of years, while some people are poor and sick, have tasted the warmth and cold of the world, but only have a few dozen lifespans."

Emperor Tianding stood up, with his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance: "God created all things impartially, without superiority or inferiority. On what basis do they divide people into different classes?

Standing on the corpses of the sages of past dynasties is a group of evil demons. They are like huge insects, gnawing at the flesh and blood of the human race and devouring the hopes of countless people.

This is a greater sin than the invasion of foreign races!"

My wife is sick and needs an IV drip. I have been busy for a long time. It's a little late. Gouzi continues to type