The courtyard is outside the downtown city, separated by several streets, but it seems to be noisy and quiet, as if entering the deep mountains.

The naked eye does not seem to see any strangeness, but in fact, this place is outside the gathering of popularity in the eighth city, outside the downtown area, and in the quiet, it is like a formation eye.

When he arrived here, Zhu Dahai felt a little uneasy, as if he felt something. He grabbed An Qisheng's clothes and shook his head repeatedly: "Don't go, don't go."

After removing a elixir, Zhu Dahai's "pig dragon" bloodline was awakened again, and his perception of the outside world became stronger.

At this moment, he felt that he would be crushed to pieces when he walked to the edge of the cliff.

"When you arrive at someone's territory, how can you not see your master?"

An Qisheng patted Zhu Dahai on the shoulder and softly sootheed his uneasiness.

Squeak ~

While speaking, the door of the courtyard slowly opened, and a young man with gray hair walked out of the door.

The young man's temples were frosted and his eyes were like black jade dotted with paint. When he came out, he looked at An Qisheng and the others not far away, and his eyes stayed on the little chickens held by Zhu Dahai for a moment.

Just bowed:

"Sir, since you are here, you might as well come in."

This is not a title among monks.

"Um."

An Qisheng nodded slightly and walked into the courtyard. The small courtyard is larger than the downtown area, but it is actually not small.

There are pavilions, flowers and plants, and an old tree.

The old tree was about to hug each other. Its color was green and its crown was like a canopy, covering half of the courtyard.

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

"Dad, the gentleman you mentioned is here."

The young man didn't even politely, so he whispered and stepped aside.

There was a girl over there holding her chin and watching the chess game. The young man was her chess player.

"Tianjiao City hasn't been so lively for a long time."

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at An Qisheng and said lightly.

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

A white cloth robe that was washed with a little white cannot cover her peerless style.

This middle-aged man is the Emperor of Heavenly Ding.

This amazing master, Tianding Emperor, who stirred up the storm thousands of years ago and had a thousand years of grudge against Li Tian Holy Land and even the three holy lands.

"Will it be more lively in two years?"

An Qisheng knew what he was talking about.

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

In fact, under the calm, there are undercurrents.

"Yes, it's very lively."

Emperor Tianding seemed to be a little moved, and sighed with some expectation. With a wave of his hand, he pulled up a stone table and two stone benches on the ground:

"Sir, it turns out that I should have fulfilled my friendship with the landlord, please."

The Emperor of Heavenly Ding had a gentle attitude. He first asked An Qisheng to sit down, and then said to the young girl in the distance: "Old Fourteen, go and get the pot of wine I have hidden."

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

The girl glanced at her husband and glared at her brother: "Why don't you go quickly? I'll make a move when you come back!"

"well."

The young man shook his head: "Fourteen, you said the same thing before, and the last time. It seems that this game of chess is enough to be funeral by my father."

"Phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The girl slapped her brother twice with some displeasure: "Dad is getting stronger, you're afraid you can't stand him!"

"Who knows? He may not be able to live like your brother and me if he does this."

The young man looked at the middle-aged man lazyly.

The middle-aged man glared: "Little boy, why don't you go and get me some wine?"

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

"Sir, I laughed. My children are not used to being old or young."

Emperor Tianding shook his head helplessly.

"There is such a joy of family life, and there are few holy emperors in ancient and modern times."

An Qisheng gently stroked the table and felt the texture of the stone table. Even the stone table that rose from the ground had layers of formation patterns on it.

Everyone in Tianjiao City and even the Tianding Kingdom knows the Tianding Emperor.

This emperor who has been in charge of Tianjiao City for more than a thousand years has a total of fourteen sons, a thirteen son and a daughter. The age difference between these fourteen children is huge.

The little Ru's fourteenth prince is said to be only about twenty years old, while the big fourth prince is only less than a hundred years younger than the Tianding Emperor.

The gap of a hundred years seems insignificant in the lifespan of two people over a thousand years.

There seems to be no big mistake in saying that it is a ‘peer’.

Of course, this is not uncommon.

According to legend, in ancient times there was a father and son of a genius, who were less than twenty years older than his son.

It should have been a competition between the peers, but it became a competition between the father and the son, and both were crowned kings. They lived for thousands of years, and are still cited as a beautiful story.

"Holy Emperor..."

Emperor Tianding smiled and asked, "Sir has been to Tianjiao City for several days, I wonder what I think?"

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

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

Various facilities and formations were also the best he had seen when he came to this world.

Unfortunately, from the little clues in the memories of Zheng Longqiu and others, he could calculate that the opening of the Kings Platform two years later will inevitably lead to a shocking chaos.

The number one person in the contemporary East China is tall and big enough, but his subordinates are already in danger.

After thinking about it, he spoke: "The dry bones in the tomb."

quiet!

The courtyard suddenly became quiet.

The pretty girl was also attracted by her attention, and her beautiful eyes were frozen on An Qisheng. Facing her father, there were very few people who dared to say that.

"Dry bones in the tomb..."

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

He has not left Tianjiao City for a thousand years. He uses himself as the eye of the formation to protect the entire Tianjiao City, and uses Tianjiao City to match the popularity of the land. It seems that even the three holy places and several major sects cannot do anything about it.

In fact, the crisis has never been away, and it has even approached.

The four words "Dry bones in the tomb" describe him, which is very appropriate.

"The wine is coming."

The fourth prince of Tianding walked slowly with a white jade wine pot and interrupted the conversation between them.

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

"Sir, I read it carefully, but I want to know more, what does Mr. think of the entire East China?"

Of course, they knew the dilemma of Tianjiao City very clearly.

"Hundreds of countries in the East Prefecture, hundreds of millions of people, the land of human race, the land of monks, and the purgatory of mortals."

An Qisheng pondered for a moment and gave an answer.

The territory of Dongzhou is vast, with more than a hundred dynasties like Tianding, and many small countries are not included. Although the land is vast and sparsely populated, because its territory is large enough, the population is also very large.

Moreover, because the sects that truly govern the dynasty do not compete with ordinary people for profit, and require a large number of people to serve them, most of them can eat a bite.

But, it is the paradise for monks after all.

"The Land of Monks, the Purgatory of Mortals..."

The fourth prince and the Emperor of Heavenly Ding both had their eyes moving. They had asked many people such questions, but this was the first time I heard someone comment on "Purgatory".

"Why do sir think it's purgatory?"

The fourth prince looked subtle and continued to ask.

"I hope it's only God, it's naturally purgatory."
To be continued...