Fantasy: Sword Immortal Starts by Raising Four Children, Unrivaled in the World

[Swordsmanship + Easygoing Daily Life + Raising Kids + Strategy + Dynastic Struggle + Single Female Lead + Hot-blooded] This book is also known as: [Weak Introduction, Click Main Text for Content] ...

Volume 1, Chapter 212 Goodbye, Northern Man.

Volume 1, Chapter 212 Goodbye, Northern Man.

dusk.

The sky in Beimang has also become darker.

There is no bright sun during the day, nor the sparse stars at night.

All I have is the yellow sky.

There were wounds all over the ground.

This is the most suitable time to say goodbye.

Because it can convey sadness, and that golden color can also hide the reluctance in people's eyes.

At this time, there were scattered figures at the gate of Beimang City.

Just because of a piece of news, it spread throughout the northern gangsters.

Today, the scholar from Shangyun is leaving.

The chivalrous scholar who once said in court that the people are the heaven and the people are the foundation of a country is going to Kyushu today.

I don't know why.

The people of the northern barbarians spontaneously came to the city gate and stopped to watch.

They all wanted to give him a ride, and they could only give him a ride.

Ye Tingmu looked at the people around him and waved goodbye to them, with different expressions in his eyes.

He suddenly understood Wu Yanwang's dream.

In this world, the world of high martial arts, there is no fairness.

The so-called law is nothing more than shackles used to imprison these ordinary people.

Those are just rules made by the strong to make it easier to manage the weak.

However, the principles recognized by most people are trampled upon by the powerful.

The people have no choice at all. They can only huddle in this world and live cautiously, not daring to make any mistakes, otherwise death will be waiting for them.

He suddenly understood a sentence.

There is only one sin in the world, and that is weakness.

There is only one kind of justice, and that is power.

Maybe I can try to change something?

Although I cannot do as well as Wu Yanwang and spend my whole life doing this.

But he can tell Feng He that if he uses someone like Wu Yanwang, then everything will change.

Do your best.

If it could change, maybe that would be a good thing.

Walk to the outside of Beimang City.

Ten thousand black armors can be seen standing against the wind.

The flags are fluttering and the armor is strong.

Dongfang Qingzhu and others escorted him to the city gate.

Ye Tingmu said: "Just send it here."

Yes, after sending you thousands of miles away, we must eventually say goodbye.

Dongfang Qingzhu kept his head down and said nothing.

Her eyes were already red.

She couldn't bear to leave them.

Guanqi and Jinghong held her hands and comforted her: "Sister Qingzhu, don't worry, we will come back."

Dongfang Qingzhu embraced the two of them in his arms, 3,000 miles away.

Will he really come back? Or when will he come back?

Maybe 10 years, or 100 years, she doesn't know...

But the ancestor and father were right. Now she could only hold Ye Tingmu back and she could do nothing.

If you want to help him, then staying here will be the greatest help to him.

Ye Tingmu walked in front of Wu Yanwang.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If I succeed, I will ask Feng He to grant you the position of Prime Minister. Then the people of the Nine Provinces will be blessed by you."

Wu Yanwang also smiled.

"Don't worry, you will succeed. Beimang will be your backup."

Dongfang Qinghu also said, "Don't worry. If anything unexpected happens, just write a letter and a million northern bandits will arrive at Zhuolu City in five days."

Ye Tingmu nodded heavily, clasped his fists and said, "The Northern Rogue will rely on you two."

The two of them also clasped their fists in return.

Everything is self-explanatory.

Ye Tingmu turned around and went to Dongfang Qingzhu's side.

He asked, "Why, you are so grown up, but you are still crying?"

Dongfang Qingzhu touched his eye sockets and said proudly, "No."

Ye Tingmu smiled, turned around and met her eyes.

Then stretch out your right hand and place your fingertips on the center of his eyebrows.

Eyes like the moon, smile like the wind.

"Don't worry, I promised your ancestor that I would protect you for a thousand years until I come back."

Dongfang Qingzhu was stunned. She obviously didn't expect Ye Tingmu to say this suddenly. Naturally, she knew nothing about the agreement between Ye Tingmu and Dongfang Shuo.

It's just that at this moment, the gentle sound is heard.

Her heart trembled, and a hint of red quietly appeared above her eyes.

For some reason, she nodded obediently.

"good."

Ye Tingmu stood up.

"I'm leaving."

He waved his sleeves.

Everyone got on the carriage reluctantly.

Then he looked out the car window and waved goodbye.

Jinghong shouted loudly.

"Sister Qingzhu, don't worry, I will definitely miss you. We will be good sisters forever."

Dongfang Qingzhu stood on tiptoe and waved.

Watching lovesickness.

Dongfang Xing saw this and couldn't help but shake his head.

Sigh.

Ye Tingmu jumped on his horse.

Wearing a white shirt, he looks elegant in the wind.

The same is true for Fenghe.

Chu Tian tightened the reins.

"Set off."

Ye Tingmu turned around and glanced at Beimang.

The look in his eyes was complicated and tangled.

There is reluctance and melancholy.

He didn't stay in this city for long, but he has many memories.

White clothes and green shirt, long sword and angry horse.

The young man’s heart has thousands of miles of mountains and seas.

Riding a horse and leaping like a flying swallow.

The ambition of a swan chasing the wind and catching the moon.

Not afraid of thousands of rocks and valleys and competing with the sky.

Fight against worldly problems.

The rampant unruliness grows unbridled.

The pervasive arrogance and unruliness.

Young people should have the ability to write with lofty ideas.

It is not necessary to use praise or criticism, it is a soul that cannot be defined.

In the sight of thousands of people.

Ye Tingmu's team slowly disappeared under the setting sun and went farther and farther away.

Countless people are still jumping and looking.

The same is true for the Oriental bamboo chimes.

She tiptoed until the young man in white disappeared from her sight.

She stood on tiptoe, trying to take another look, but it was still not enough.

She lifted her skirt and hurried up to the city wall.

The golden afterglow sprinkled on her delicate face.

A tear quietly slid down.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew.

It made her feel very cool.

What is separation?

This is parting.

There is no long pavilion on the ancient road, and willows are swaying.

I didn't send you thousands of miles away, but my sadness remains.

There was no holding hands, but only regret.

There is only a plain description of the setting sun and his love of drinking.

Intoxicated by the sunset, the wind is speechless and choked.

Only that late autumn Liang Yan left the old hall.

The lingering sound of apricot blossoms and the weeping sounds of the broken flute.

This is just an ordinary evening. On this ordinary evening, some people will never be seen again tomorrow.

Two lines of clear tears, blown away by the wind.

That touch of lovesickness can coexist with the mountains and seas.

I feel heavy-hearted when writing about the scattered catkins.

How can I bear being left alone? I ask the moon whether it will return.

Dongfang Qingzhu opened his palms and grasped the sunset.

Murmuring in the mouth.

"I make a wish to the gods, wishing you peace, that the evil will be driven away, that everything goes smoothly and that everything goes well for you."

At this time, Ye Tingmu also turned around and looked at the Beimang City that was getting smaller and smaller on the horizon.

He also said, "Wait until I come back."

He doesn't like separation.

He didn't want to leave either.

As long as you are strong enough, everything can be changed.

Jinghong poked his head out.

"Brother, we will come back, right?"

Ye Tingmu nodded seriously.

"Yes."

"Yeah, then I feel relieved. I was worried that no one would play with Sister Qingzhu when I was away. Her sisters are so annoying and don't want to play with her."

Ye Tingmu remained silent.

"Goodbye, Northern Rogue."

PS: Four updates today.

Because the Northern Rogue chapter has come to an end.

Just four chapters have ended.

I won’t post any new articles. I’ll update chapter 6 tomorrow to make up for it.

Thank you for your support!