Failed to escape the tribulation and returned to Earth to attend college

"Father, I just saw someone pointing a camera at us. Did he capture anything?"

In the spacious hall, Zhao Tianci followed an old man and asked worriedly.

The last time he came to this palace was for a coming-of-age ceremony. It had been more than thirty years ago. Since it became a tourist attraction, the Zhao family had to be cautious if they wanted to enter. This feeling made Zhao Tianci very uncomfortable.

However, although the palace door is closed, the floor tiles, stairs, dragon pillars and other decorations in the palace are still spotless. It doesn't look like anyone can clean it, so it can only be... the ancestor's formation has been cleaning up all the dust. !

Zhao Tianci felt a little excited, but more nervous.

He is already the leader of the Zhao family, which is more than ten thousand people. However, when facing his ancestor, he is still an ineffective child. If the ancestor is not satisfied with his work, Zhao Tianci will come to an end in his life.

At this moment, the previous head of the Zhao family, Zhao Tianci's father, Zhao Mingyi, was walking slowly in the hall, seemingly deep in thought.

He glanced at the bricks and tiles on the wall with a slightly nostalgic look, and a little tenderness actually appeared in his stern and old eyes.

Hearing Zhao Tianci's question, Zhao Mingyi came back to his senses and replied gloomily, "You are too careless in doing things. Do you know that this kind of inadvertent negligence will kill many people? Tianci, you are the head of the Zhao family. It is the pinnacle of power in China, and your words and deeds can determine the life and death of most people in the world!"

The old man's tone was very serious, and Zhao Tianci was shocked. He didn't understand what he meant, but he still lowered his head respectfully, "...I'm sorry, father, it's Tianci's fault."

Zhao Mingyi waved his hand and whispered into the air, "When those tourists leave Zijin City, arrange a car accident and send them on the road together."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of breeze suddenly blew up in the hall with the doors and windows closed, fluttering a layer of gauze beside the window.

"Father, this?!"

Zhao Tianci was shocked. He did not expect that his father meant this kind of death, and he did not expect that Zhao Mingyi would issue such an order under the influence of his ancestor!

"I, I can't spare any time to arrange people. Should I call Tianlongwei here?"

"Ignorance! I didn't talk to you!"

Zhao Mingyi frowned dissatisfied.

Only then did Zhao Tianci realize that the breeze just now was probably due to one of his father's human emperor guards leaving the two of them...

While he was feeling uneasy, his fear of his father deepened. Everyone in the world was in awe when facing their ancestors. Only Zhao Mingyi felt as if he was home, and he did not shy away from even some outrageous actions. .

'As expected of a father, when can I be like his old man, able to carry out heavy tasks with ease and strategize...'

Zhao Tianci looked at the stooped back in front of him and licked his lips, feeling that he still had a lot to learn.

……

At the back of the main hall, walk along the corridor to the depths of the palace and enter the imperial garden that was built a hundred years ago.

Now that the word "imperial" has been removed, it has become an ordinary garden. However, it is still closed to the outside world and visitors can only admire it from a distance.

Because inside the garden, somewhere undetected by any modern technology, there is still a paradise!

Taoyuan is shrouded in a barrier, and even the Human Emperor's perception is blocked. It looks like an ordinary garden. Only those who are allowed to enter can see this beautiful scenery that seems to exist in another space.

It is already late autumn in the outside world, but here it is full of spring. The flowers in the garden are in full bloom, and butterflies and bees are flying up and down, stretching for hundreds of meters, like a "spring" ocean. Walking further in, you will see a large lake. The water is clear and blue. The water on the lake is calm, like a mirror, reflecting the shadow of the sky. Occasionally, one or two fish jump out of the water, breaking the peace. After a while, it returns to the lake. peaceful.

Being in this world, it seems that even the passage of time has slowed down.

In the center of the lake, an ancient pavilion stood out of thin air, with a plaque hanging on it and three characters written on it - "Heart-raising Pavilion".

There is no trestle leading to this place. It looks like an isolated island. If it is only used as a viewing pavilion, there is nothing wrong with it. However, there are people on it.

There were not just one, but five people, four too old to tell their age and a middle-aged man with a face as deep as water.

One of the old men was fishing leisurely, and the other four were sitting around a stone table, playing mahjong enthusiastically!

Their movements were very slow, as if they were integrated with this stagnant time and space, and they were playing cards with thunder and lightning. Occasionally, someone would cheat, and after being arrested on the spot by others, they would argue with each other with red ears. Looking at that, they were different from ordinary people. Nothing different.

However, only the Taoist boy who usually serves him knows what kind of earth-shattering lineup the five people gathered together today. He stood far away in the garden, his back already soaked with sweat, and bees and butterflies occasionally landed on his face. He held a whisk in his hand, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to dust it.

At this time, the aura shield outside the garden fluctuated, and a new Taoist boy walked in and whispered to the Taoist boy on the fly whisk, "Brother Luo Xin, the sixth and seventh generation head of the Zhao family, Zhao Mingyi and Zhao Tianci are asking to see their ancestors. , please help me!"

Taoist boy Zhao Liaoxin stared at him and shouted softly, "Your eyes have reached the top of your head? Can't you see who is in the pavilion? I don't care how many generations of family heads they are, just wait outside and disturb the ancestors to win money, let them I can’t eat and walk around!”

"Uh, win, win money...?"

The little Taoist boy was stunned for a moment. Seeing Zhao Liaoxin's unhappy expression, he quickly bowed and left.

Zhao Liaoxin dismissed the child and continued to look respectfully at the pavilion in the distance.

The Zhao family can earn 10 million Chinese coins a minute, and the two people waiting outside the barrier are worth tens of billions. However, in front of the ancestors of the Zhao family, they are like dragons coiled up and tigers lying down. , no matter how much money you have, it is just a fleeting thing, no matter how noble your status is, it is just a local chicken or a dog, and nothing can compare with the three to five hundred yuan change in front of the mahjong table.

……

In the pavilion, in front of the stone table.

An ascetic-looking old man in black linen clothes and a white rope tied around his waist spoke slowly,

"Three Ghosts, how about we stop here today? Don't you have guests coming?"

"Don't do this! If you don't win back the 800 yuan you lost last time today, no one will be able to leave, Jiutong! What kind of guests are they, those two incompetent juniors? I'm going to die if I see them. Now, how long can you take care of them?"

The person next to the old man in Mai was an old man with dark complexion, who was throwing out a mahjong tile in angrily manner.

"Uncle Sangui, don't say that. You are in your prime, and with the blessing of the Turtle Breath Barrier, you can live for at least another hundred years..."

It seemed that the topic of life and death was a bit heavy. The middle-aged man next to him was silent for a while before slowly speaking.

However, he actually called this swarthy old man his uncle. He was probably not under a hundred years old.

"Don't talk nonsense. I know better than you how long you can live. If you don't want my uncle to die in peace, just lose two hundred yuan today and get out!"

The dark old man waved his hand.

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, then pushed down the mahjong tiles in front of him with a sad expression, "I'm sorry, uncle, one number is the same, I'm screwed!"

"you?!"

The swarthy old man stuck his head out and looked at the table in disbelief, then stretched out his hand to take back the nine tubes, "It doesn't count, this one doesn't count, I saw it wrong..."