The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not only in love with humans, but also lush all things, nurturing all kinds of spiritual beauty, and giving the earth a more magnificent vitality.

The yield of animals and plants, and even all kinds of human-grown grains, is extremely large. There is only one dozen acres of land, which is enough to support the whole family after paying the 30% land tax.

If only taxes.

Unfortunately, that is impossible.

In addition to the tax on "renting farming acres", Dafeng also has the names of taxes, tributes, and labor. Among them, tuitions were forced to collect by the army, and tributes were "spontaneously" dedicated to the monarch.

On this land, any adult must serve three months of corvee service every year to pave roads, repair houses, water conservancy, promotion, and even to open up mountains.

The male is 160% born in Dafeng, 20 years old, the female is 12 years old, and the female is 15 years old.

At the age of ninety, in some big families, you can already see the 600-7 grandson, which is truly a long life.

Only when Wang Quan and Lao Dao were in power, had no desires, did not serve labor service, and did not work for production, could he survive to more than ninety. In ordinary people, there were very few people who lived to seventy.

Along the way, An Qisheng, except for the residents living in the city who were well-dressed and healthy, many of the villagers in ordinary mountain villages had pale faces and thin skin.

Although few people starve to death, they are only limited to not starve to death.

Dafeng is located in the southeast of the Jiufu Realm, and its area is full of seasons, and there is no special season.

In the hot summer of the east, the dragon of the north may be the east, the flowers bloom in spring in the south, and the land in the west may wither all things.

Zhongzhou is still as hot as summer, but when you arrive in Liangzhou, it has a bit of a clear and refreshing autumn smell.

It was noon.

But it wasn't a little hot.

When An Qisheng stepped out of the forest and came to the official road, he saw a small teahouse next to the official road not far away.

Many people were resting in the teahouse, and there were a long row of cars and horses outside the door.

The official road is uninhabited for hundreds of miles north and south, but there is a teahouse.

"interesting......."

An Qisheng's heart rippled in his heart, and with a faint smile, he walked towards the teahouse without any haste.

The teahouse is not small, although it is simple, but it can accommodate dozens of people. However, there are obviously more people gathering here, and most of the guests just squatted by the road with tea bowls and drinking water to rest.

Seeing An Qisheng walking over, few people seemed to care and still talk to themselves.

Talk about the transactions between the north and the south, which city's goods are profitable, which road has more bandits, which escort agency has more names, which road has opened up, and how many bandits have opened up.

It seems to be just a normal teahouse.

Sneak ~

Suddenly, a sound came from the teahouse.

It was a hoarse sound of blood spurting out by a quick knife.

Bang!

A corpse was thrown outside the door and blood soaked the ground.

The other guests seemed to be commonplace, without any fear, but instead spitted on them, killing them all.

"Liu Paotou's kung fu is not as good as that of the past, so this bandit was so happy to kill!"

A low man in gray clothes applauded repeatedly.

An Qisheng looked at the corpse under his feet and walked towards the teahouse as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, the inside is full, why don't you settle outside?"

The thin man dressed in a waiter nodded and bowed, holding the tea and handed it over.

"This old Taoist priest, I have a seat here, come and sit there!"

At this time, someone shouted in the room.

But he is a middle-aged man with a long sword hanging on his waist.

He was wearing a gray outfit, with a vicissitudes of face and thick palms.

"Thank you then."

An Qisheng walked into the teahouse and looked around, as if he was quite curious.

Someone murmured in a low voice that this old Taoist priest had lived so old, and seemed to have never seen anything before.

"The old Taoist priest walked alone and didn't even carry a horse. He was so brave."

The middle-aged man bowed:

"In the lower Liu Zheng, the head of the Changxing Escort Agency."

"Um."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, sat down, and the child handed him tea again.

An Qisheng didn't answer, but just smiled but said nothing.

"Are you afraid that the water will be poisonous?"

Then Liu Zheng shook his head and smiled:

"There are no less than fifty people drinking water in this teahouse. If it is poisonous, everyone is afraid they will fall into trouble!"

He took the tea bowl and took a bite.

The others were also laughing, as if they were laughing at An Qisheng.

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng not only did not get angry, but also gave a soft sigh:

"Very vivid."

Very vivid?

What's the meaning?

Liu Zheng and others looked at each other, and seemed extremely surprised.

But once this surprised look appeared, it never retreated.

Frozen.

Everyone in the entire teahouse, and even the many pedestrians who were talking outside the teahouse, were all stagnant at this time, as if time had been frozen at this moment.

It's not just people.

The spitting spits in the teahouse, the dust that swells, and even the spiders surrounding them are all stagnant at this moment.

Only An Qisheng.

After saying something lightly, I gently touched the stripes and textures on the table with my palms, and was amazed:

"Seeing mountains, water, heaven and earth, see sentient beings, this practice is indeed extraordinary..."

Buzz ~

There seemed to be a ripples in the void.

Then the light around dimmed, like a faded black and white photo, and a figure disappeared one by one like ink traces wiped by an eraser.

Opposite An Qisheng, on the chair where Liu Zheng was originally sitting, a thin and shriveled old monk wearing a robe and bronze skin slowly emerged.

It was as if a colorful picture suddenly squeezed out from a black and white photo, abrupt, but natural.

"Namo Amitabha."

The old monk turned the Buddhist beads in his palm, and the deep eyes were as deep as a black hole:

"It's not enough to make the Taoist priest laugh."

"It's true that I can't get enough skill."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, and commented lightly like a teacher admonishing his disciples:

"The sky above cannot be seen, because the sky cannot be seen, and the earth below cannot be seen, because the earth is too thick, but I have not even seen myself, so I am still careless at the step of "seeing people outside."

The Ferris Wheel Running Method is an extremely magical martial art.

This is the great achievement of the spiritual martial arts of the predecessors. It has the six realms of "seeing people", "seeing me", "seeing sentient beings", "seeing heaven and earth", "I understand heaven and earth", and "residing in the great world".

The fourth level of realm can outline the spiritual world that belongs to one side.

Your own spirit stays in it, and it has extremely incredible effects whether it is against the enemy or prolonging life.

The spiritual world outlined by this old monk was even incompatible with the surroundings. It was obvious that he had not yet reached the second level.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a state of "I understand the world" from the Great Medieval Heaven.

Huh ~

The rotating Buddhist beads were pinched in the hand.

The thin old monk raised his head, and two ghost fires seemed to swell in his deep eye sockets:

"The Taoist priest seems to know very much about the secret passage of my Wheel-Brand Temple..."
To be continued...