The turbid well water with the smell of rust was poured directly into Zhucaiji's mouth, and bubbles emerged from his mouth, causing small vortexes in the turbid well.

Just as he was about to choke on the water, Dao Er pressed one of his hands on Zhu Qiji's shoulders. Zhu Qiji seemed to feel a stream of clear air pouring into his lungs, and the feeling of holding his breath subsided in an instant.

But... the water in my mouth is still very fishy!

Zhucaiji could clearly feel the turbid well water constantly pouring in and out of his mouth.

At this time, Dao Er's voice sounded in Zhucaiji's ears.

"Your Majesty, close your mouth. Didn't you say you're ready?"

Zhu Chui Ji had just spit out the water from his mouth, but heard Dao Er's voice, and he spoke again and explained:

"I...guudu..."

Jing Shui poured it into Zhu Chuiji's mouth again. The strong fishy smell made Zhu Chuiji feel like he was holding a sea fish in his mouth, and he was still smacking his lips, and the smell rushed straight into his mouth and nose.

Dao Er's voice sounded again: "Master, I am a sound transmission technique. You don't know how to do it, so don't stop talking."

Zhucaiji was in the turbid well water and could not see anything clearly, so he could only nod.

"Okay, I'm going to take you down now, be prepared!"

Dao Er seemed to see his nod and sent a voice to him again.

Zhu Ziji nodded again.

With his nod, Zhu Chui Ji felt that he and Dao Er were sinking rapidly, but between three or two breaths, the light above the head had disappeared completely.

The world underground instantly turned into a dark world.

As Zhu Ziji sinks, he starts to think about it.

What exactly does the Lock Dragon Well look like? Is there a Dragon Palace at the bottom of the well?

Everything in this world becomes unfamiliar.

The sinking lasted for a long time, and the random thoughts in Zhu Qiji's mind also lasted for a long time.

Just as he thought about how he should speak when he saw the Dragon King, his diving state suddenly stopped.

The narrow feeling at the bottom of the well disappeared, as if it had entered a wide space, but the chain falling from the Lock Dragon Well could still be touched.

The rusty chains gradually became huge. Zhu Ziji reached out to fumble through the iron chain, feeling the iron chains slashing quickly in his hand.

With such a big chain, how big is this locked dragon?

Zhu Chou Ji couldn't help but be shocked.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhu Ziji suddenly felt Dao Er pulling him up.

"Crash!"

In the underground space under the Lock Dragon Well, it was illuminated by red and yellow stone walls. On the water surface, two people broke through the water and came out of the water.

Dao Er pulled Zhucaiji and landed on the stone path under the huge stone wall. Zhucaiji looked up and saw that the huge stone wall could not be seen at first sight. Endless light fell from the stone wall, illuminating the place.

“What a big underground space!”

After looking around, Zhu Ziji looked at Dao Er and said, "Have we arrived at the place?"

"You'll be there after walking a little further."

Under the leadership of Dao Er, the two continued to walk forward. At the end of the stone wall, Zhucai saw a dry bone and a white-haired old man below the end.

Each person and his bones were locked onto the stone wall by huge iron chains.

Zhu Chuangji looked at the thin old man in front of him and said, "He is Emperor Jianwen? My Uncle Taizu?"

"Yes!"

Dao Er nodded, then walked to Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen, and bowed:

"Emperor Jianwen, I have brought you the person."

"If you have something to say, just say it!"

"I'm working hard!" The skinny old man replied.

Dao Er bowed and turned around and walked towards the distance, obviously not wanting to embarrass them to speak.

Looking at the thin old man in front of him curiously, Zhu Ziji said, "You have really lived for eight hundred years?"

"Is eight hundred years long?" Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen asked.

"The Taoist priest who just brought you here is also an old man eight hundred years ago."

"What?"

Zhu Ziji has always believed that Taoist 2 is modern people.

"So too?"

"For practitioners, hundreds of years are not too long." Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen tidied up his gray hair, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked at the junior in front of him.

"Are you locked here by Chengzu?" Zhu Chuangji looked at the chain and then looked at Emperor Jianwen.

"Yes, it's no longer important, whether it's right or not. He no longer hates my fourth uncle. The matter of emperors is free to succeed or fail. If I dared to reduce the vassal states back then, then I dared to bear the price of failure."

Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen shook his head and said, "I'm here to come to you, I have something to say to you."

"Me?" Zhu Chouji pointed at himself.

Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen nodded and said, "My grandfather told me about the ancient beacon smoke and the imperial ego method, which will be passed on to me. He said that perhaps the descendants of the Ming Dynasty would use it one day."

"But I didn't pass this method to my fourth uncle because of hatred."

Speaking of this, Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen looked at Zhu Chuangji and said, "I will grant it to you today."

"The ancient beacon smoke, the imperial eagle luck?"

Zhu Chuiji lowered his head and murmured to himself, these words seemed to be of great importance.

The thin and decadent Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen suddenly sat upright. His eyes were like a tiger and looked at Zhu Ziji and said, "The emperor is the emperor, the king, the destiny of the true dragon, is so big in the realm, and is as heavy as a magic weapon. Do you think it is that simple?"

Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen showed a look of remembrance in his eyes.

"The emperor originated from the ancient times and became amid the ancient beacon smoke. At that time, the Human Emperor ordered the heaven and earth to be powerful and the whole race bowed down. How domineering is it."

"Even after the Emperor of Humanity has not passed away, the emperor will have the greatest fortune of heaven and earth. Even if the monks of heaven and earth do not do anything to me?"

"This is the luck of the Imperial Map."

"It is also the method of the ancient emperor to suppress the monks of heaven and earth."

Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen's voice was loud and thrilling.

Zhu Chuiji could see the excitement in his eyes, and seemed to be able to follow his words to return to the ancient times, the ultimate dominance of the ancient emperor.

"The emperor gathers the fortunes of heaven and earth in his body, and one person is a country."

The elderly Emperor Jianwen clenched his fists, his white hair rose, and the invisible wave of air scattered from the center of him, causing Zhu Ziji to retreat several steps.

"It's a pity... in my time, the world is already completely different, and I have no chance to peek into the realm of the ancient emperor. But I have seen my grandfather use this method of suppressing everything. The emperor's will determine the world. How domineering!"

Speaking of this, Emperor Jianwen looked at Zhu Ziji and said slowly:

"But... maybe you have a chance."

The next moment, the thin Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen stretched out a hand and pointed at Zhu Xiangji's eyebrows.

The endless aura surged and the water waves fluctuated. In the shadows under the golden light, it seemed that a dragon shadow could be seen rushing into Zhu Xiangji's body.

………

At this time, Wen Zhengming was in a coffee shop in Shuntian Mansion, looking up at Zhu Ziji who was receiving inheritance. He picked up the spoon and stirred the coffee in his hand. The hot steam came out.

“So……if you get the method, would you have the ambition to do it all?”

"In such an era of Xujun Cabinet."
Chapter completed!