Zhutian Avenue

The small courtyard is outside the busy city, across the street, but it seems to be noisy, quiet and quiet, like entering the mountains.

The naked eye doesn't seem to see the slightest singularity. In fact, it is outside the Eighth City where the popularity is gathered, outside the downtown, in the quiet, but like a burst of eyes.

When he arrived here, Zhu Dahai felt a little uneasy. He seemed to feel something. He took An Qisheng's clothing corner and shook his head again and again: "Don't go, don't go."

After going to erysipelas, the blood of Zhu Hai’s ‘pig dragon’ awakened again, and his perception of the outside world became stronger.

At this point, he felt that he had reached the edge of the cliff, and that he would have to crush his bones in another step.

"Why can't you see the owner when you reach the site?"

An Qisheng patted Zhu Dahai's shoulder and gently calmed his heart.

Squeaky~

During the talk, the door of the small courtyard opened slowly, and a young man with two temples walked out of the door.

The young man's temples were stained with frost, and his eyes looked like black jade lacquer, and he went out. First, he took a deep look at An Qisheng, who was not far away, and his eyes stayed on the little chicken cub held by Zhu Dahai.

Only then:

"Since you are here, you may come in."

This is not the name between monks.

"Ok."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, pacing into the small courtyard. The small courtyard is larger than the downtown, but it is not small.

Three times before and after, there are pavilions, flowers, and an old tree.

The old tree is about two people embracing, its color is green, the crown is like a canopy, covering the small half of the courtyard.

Before the old tree, a middle-aged man stood with his hands down and his breath was condensed. At first glance, it looked like an ancient mountain with a spine like a celestial pillar, and it had ups and downs. It seemed that the next dragon would fly away.

"Dad, the gentleman you said is here."

The young man also did not salute, said a whisper, and then stepped aside.

Over there, there is a young girl looking at the chess board with her chin in her arms. The young man is her player.

"Tianjiao City has not been so lively for a long time."

The middle-aged man turned to look at An Qisheng and said lightly.

An Qisheng glanced at him. The middle-aged man had a magnificent appearance, high eyebrows and wide nose, deep eyes, bright as a morning star.

A whitish white robe washed in a pulp cannot cover its peerless style.

This middle-aged man is Emperor Tianding.

Thousands of years ago, the world was stirred up, and the world-renowned master, Tianding Emperor, who had thousands of years of grudges with the Holy Land and even the three holy sites.

"Wouldn't it be more lively after two years?"

An Qisheng knew what he was talking about.

The tracking of him by several great gates and Hades of Holy Moon never stopped, but they have already chased Tianjiao City, but they were photographed by the power of this Tianding Emperor and did not start.

In fact, under calm, there is already an undercurrent.

"Yeah, it's hilarious."

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

"Sir, it should have been the friendship of the landlord, please."

The Emperor Tianding had a gentle attitude, let An Qisheng sit down first, 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 the elder brother go."

The girl glanced at her own brother in vain, glaring at her brother: "Aren't you going soon? When you come back, I'll fall off!"

"Ugh."

The young man shook his head: "Fourteen, before you, and last time you said the same, it seems that this game is enough to play the father's funeral."

"Yuck! Yuck!"

The girl was unhappy and slapped her elder brother twice: "Daddy is good and strong, you're afraid you can't survive him!"

"Then who knows? He did this, but he didn't necessarily survive your brother and me."

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

The middle-aged man glared: "Little boy, don't you still get me wine?"

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

"Mr. smiled. My children are not used to it."

Emperor Tianding shook his head slightly helplessly.

"Such emperor's joy, there are few holy emperors in ancient and modern times."

An Qisheng caressed the tabletop and felt the texture of the stone table. Even if the stone table rises from the ground, there are layers of patterns on it.

Nobody in Tianjiao City or even Tianding Kingdom knows Tiandi Emperor.

This emperor who has been in Tianjiao City for more than a thousand years has 14 sons, 13 sons and one daughter, but the age difference between these 14 children is huge.

The small one is like the fourteen empresses, but it is said that it is only twenty, and the big one like the four princes is only a hundred years younger than Emperor Tianding.

The gap of one hundred years looks negligible in the two thousand years of Shou Yuan.

It seems that there is no big error in saying "same age".

Of course, this is not unusual.

According to legend, in the ancient times, there were a pair of fathers and sons of heavenly wizards.

It should have been a rival of the same generation, but it has become a father and a son.

"Holy Emperor..."

Emperor Tianding smiled and turned to ask: "Sir has been in Tianjiao City for several days, I don't know how I feel?"

An Qisheng stared at the Emperor Tianding in front of him, and the pictures in the city appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The prosperity of Tianjiao City is like cooking oil, people and monks live in harmony, and even to some extent, there are no ordinary people, even ordinary people have a weak blood,

Various facilities and formations are also the best he has seen in this field.

It is a pity that from the clues in Zheng Longqiu's memory and others, he can infer that if two kings are opened two years later, it will inevitably erupt into chaos.

The hat of Dongzhou Contemporary First Man is tall enough and big enough, but the next one is already in danger.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Withered bone in the mound."

Quiet!

The courtyard suddenly calmed down.

The beautiful young girl was also attracted attention. A pair of beautiful eyes were fixed on An Qisheng. To the father of her family, there were few people who dared to say so.

"Withered bone in the mound..."

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

He did not leave the Tianjiao City for thousands of years. He used his own eyes to protect the entire Tianjiao City and transported it with the Tianjiao City in a popular manner. It seemed that even the three holy places and several major gates could not help it.

In fact, the crisis has never been far away, and even more approaching.

It is quite appropriate to describe him with the words "withered bone in the mound".

"Wine is coming."

The fourth crown prince of Tianding walked slowly, holding a white jade jug, interrupting the conversation between the two.

This thousand-year-old prince, of course, is still in awe of the old man. He poured a glass of wine for the two before looking at An Qisheng:

"Mr. looks at it carefully, but I want to know more. What does Mr. think about Dongzhou?"

The plight of Tianjiao City, of course, is clearly known to them.

"There are hundreds of nations in Dongzhou, hundreds of millions of people, a land of human races, a land of monks, and mortal purgatory."

An Qisheng pondered the moment and gave an answer.

The territory of Dongzhou is vast, and there are more than a hundred dynasties like Tianding. There are many small countries that are not among them. Although the territory is wide and the population is sparse, because its territory is large enough, the population is also very large.

And because the monarchs who really rule the dynasty, the Holy Land does not compete with ordinary people for profit, and it needs a large population to serve it, most of them can also eat a bite.

But, after all, it is a land for monks.

"Lord of monks, mortal purgatory..."

The eyes of the fourth prince and the emperor of the heaven and the earth are all moving. They have asked many people such questions, but this is the first time they have heard someone comment on ‘purgatory’.

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

The fourth prince looked delicate, and continued to ask.

"Hope depends on God, naturally purgatory."

An Qisheng looked calm and answered indifferently.

Wanyang Realm is the most solidified world he has ever seen. For a long time, the world of humanity is far from comparable.

For 30 million years from ancient times, including his body, everyone has the blood of the'princely king'.

What this means is self-evident.

The biggest way for ordinary people in this world to turn over is'natural talent'.

Otherwise, in the end it will be in the world.

The monks are too high, the people are too low, the gap between the two is so great, the monks are at war and pond fish, mortals will only sigh a bad life.

And how many monks in Dongzhou?

"Once upon a time, I asked an elder that the world is like this, but did the Holy Emperors hope?"

Emperor Tianding, with a ray of memories, fell into contemplation:

"The elder said, it's not easy to be alive. Behind the prosperity of the human race in Dongzhou, Kyushu, is the bones of the sages..."

"This is a good saying."

An Qisheng nodded.

Wanyang Realm was 30 million years old, but it was only after the first generation of Tianzun practiced its true form until the nine realms were completed that it only established the true dominance of the human race.

But before that, the long-term pregnancy, the population is sparse, and the human race with a long growth period is always the bottom.

Everyone in Wanyang is pregnant for four and a half years, and when they were born, they were very weak and ignorant. Except for those who had Su Hui, most people grew up to sixteen years before they were considered adults.

And, if you don't practice, you still have no power.

There is no advantage to other aliens who are more extraordinary than their birth and have a larger number.

It is certainly not Wen Lianggong's humility to be able to come to this step by step. The bones of the sages of the past generations are piled up like a mountain. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

This is the case in Wanyang Realm, and the human Tao, even in Jiufu Realm and Xuan Xing.

"and then?"

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

"Then, I said, it takes five years for a person to be pregnant, from babbling to toddlers, to studying in Linchi to growing up in adulthood. It takes twenty years to grow up so hard, is it just to live?"

Emperor Tianding sighed for a long time:

"Alive, never just to live, nor to live for a monk..."

"That elder is the elder shrine elder you killed?"

An Qisheng thought deeply.

The Emperor Tianding was originally the first true biography thousands of years ago from the Heavenly Holy Land. The talents are peerless. At that time, the invincible hand of the same generation was pushed horizontally.

No one understands why he defected.

At this time, he understood a little bit, and this day the Emperor Ding was a ‘heterotype’, alien among monks.

No wonder until now, Emperor Tianding was considered by many monks to be a mad demon, a maniac, and a man who got caught in the devil.

"That's my father and his master."

The fourth prince glanced at the expressionless Emperor Tianding, with a trace of tiredness in his eyes: "Is it really worth it to kill the apostate?"

"Someone calls for the wind and rain, enjoys the glory and wealth, and has a long life, and some people are suffering from poverty and illness. They have tried the cold and warm world, but only have dozens of lives..."

Emperor Tianding stood up and looked at the distant sky with his hand: "Natural beings are impartial and have no superiors. Why do they divide people into three, six, nine, etc.?

Standing above the bones of the sages of the past dynasties are a group of demons. They are like a huge bug, eating the blood of the human race, devouring the hope of countless people...

This is a greater sin than the alien invasion! "