Volume 2, Chapter 216 I’m strong, okay.

Unlike Baili Qianqiu, Baili Jianhan had a frown on his face at this moment.

Although he was depressed, he was sober.

Originally, he thought that this child was just a wild child in the mountains.

Now it seems that this boy has a good background. At least he comes from a famous family and has read some poetry and books.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to speak in poetry and write so beautifully.

More importantly, his words "cast for thousands of years" clearly reveal what the Baili family does.

The Baili family was once famous for its sword-making, but that was only in the past.

Tens of thousands of years ago, after the sword-making ancestor of the Baili family, Baili Duantian, died in battle with the Nine Emperors.

The Baili family began to decline. Now, tens of thousands of years have passed, and there are actually not many people in the world who still know about the Baili family.

They were gradually forgotten by the world.

Anyone who knows that the Baili family is a sword-making family must also be from another family, or one of the ten great immortal sects.

So the boy in front of him must not be the mountain child he imagined.

He must be a descendant of a great family, who came out to the secular world to gain experience.

At this time, the two little guys were still chatting.

Then he presented a poem.

The distance between the two people was shortened again.

Ye Tingmu asked, "I just recognized the wrong person and beat up your brother. You shouldn't mind, right?"

"No, am I such a stingy person? Besides, he is not my brother, it's okay." Baili Qianqiu replied nonchalantly, as if he was quite happy that the young man named Baili Jianhan was beaten.

He’s not your brother. That shouldn’t be the case. This inevitably made Ye Tingmu feel a little strange.

He originally thought that these two were brothers, but now it seems that he was wrong?

"Aren't you brothers?"

"No, that guy is my senior brother, second senior brother." Baili Qianqiu replied seriously.

Ye Tingmu understood. It turned out that the Baili family was also a big family. Broken Sword Mountain, this was what he had heard in the dark before. The two mentioned the place name Broken Sword Mountain during their conversation. This must be the sect or family of the two.

However, when he was in the lower world, Jinghong did not mention the name Baili when he was giving him the basic information for the next three days. It seemed that he was not very famous.

"I see your senior brother is in a bad mood. Do you want to go and comfort him?" he said with a hint of sarcasm.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal. Young man, it's your first time down the mountain, and it's inevitable that you'll feel frustrated. Just give him some time to digest it."

The little fellow Baili Qianqiu spoke in a deep voice, his words full of old-fashioned airs.

"Tsk tsk... Your senior brother is not as good as you. He's already so old and this is his first time going down the mountain. His endurance is not as good as yours."

Baili Qianqiu heard this with a sly smile on his face, "You don't know, my second senior brother entered the mountains at the age of five, wielded a sword at the age of eight, and after awakening, he took the sword as his way. At the age of eighteen, he became a saint through the sword. Now he is 20 years old and has been practicing sword for ten years."

"He originally thought: sharpening the sword for ten years until it is sharp, and one move of the sword will make the world know. But it has been a month since he came down the mountain, and he has never made a move of the sword. Today, he was defeated by you. If it were you, would you not be sad?"

When Ye Tingmu heard this, he became unhappy. What did he mean by "you should be sad if you lose to me"?

I even defeated the celestial being. Is it shameful to lose to myself?

He denied it immediately.

"Xiao Baili, I'm not happy when you say that. I'm awesome, okay? It's no wonder your brother lost to me. He was just unlucky to have met me, okay? Besides, it's a blessing for him to be able to fight me. I'm very good with a sword, you know?"

Three questions in a row, all expressing his dissatisfaction with what Baili Qiuqian said.

His eyes were particularly solemn.

He felt he was offended.

Although Baili Qianqiu is young, he is not stupid and he is not drunk now.

He naturally heard the dissatisfaction in Ye Tingmu's words.

He immediately explained, "That's not what I meant, nor am I saying you're not strong. It's just that you're so old and your realm is so high, right? It's precisely because of your natural talent that my self-proclaimed genius, my second senior brother, feels so inferior. My words may be a bit confusing, but I think you understand what I mean."

Ye Tingmu's brows relaxed slightly. If that was the case, it would be quite pleasing.

He drank a glass of wine, his eyes slightly narrowed, and a gleam of light shone through the corners of his eyes, with a hint of pride, a hint of arrogance, and a hint of publicity.

"I understand. You mean, there is no harm without comparison, right?"

Baili Qianqiu slapped his thigh.

"Yes, that's what I mean."

Ye Tingmu pretended to be helpless and shook his head, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes. That was the feeling of being invincible.

"Blame me. I'm too good and have hurt others invisibly. This was not my intention. Xiao Baili, you can't hate me. This is all arranged by God. It's unfair!"

Whether it was Baili Qianqiu who heard his words, or Baili Jianhan who was lying far away and unwilling to get up.

Just awkward.

I've seen narcissistic people, but I've never seen anyone as narcissistic as this.

But Ye Tingmu didn't care about the contemptuous looks of the two people at all. Instead, he shook the aphrodisiac wine in the jade cup.

Every now and then he would take a sip, and his slightly narrowed eyes were so maddening.

Baili Qianqiu covered his face with his hands, a speechless look on his face.

Perhaps at this moment, he had a new opinion of Ye Tingmu.

Seeing Ye Tingmu didn't speak for a long time.

Baili Qianqiu asked: "What about you? What's your name?"

Ye Tingmu continued to look at the sunset without looking back.

Let the sunset dye him red.

The last ray of light passed across his face.

Until it disappears.

Ye Tingmu's voice sounded, tender yet a little experienced.

"The man who carries the coffin in the world has no surname, but only one name: Zang."

Baili Qianqiu tilted his head and asked, "That Zang, is it the praise?"

Ye Tingmu waved his hand.

"No...no...no..., my burial is to bury the heavens and the earth, and to bury all the enemies in this world."

The two were slightly stunned. Zang, this didn't seem to be a particularly elegant name, but it also didn't seem to be a particularly strong name.

In other words, this is not suitable as a person's name.

This person has no surname, his name is Zang.

It does sound a bit strange when heard alone, but if it is paired with the black coffin, it is indeed suitable.

The sunset at this time completely disappeared.

The last cloud dyed red by the setting sun also quietly faded away.

The sky darkened.

The stars are dotted, from sparse to dense.

From the faint flame of fireflies to the bright moon in the sky.

The day passes and the night rises.

The flickering bonfire also became more dazzling at this moment.

It was at this time that everything was quiet.

There was only one aurora on the skyline.

And it was a colorful aurora, which lit up the sky in an instant.

The dazzling colorful aurora made Ye Tingmu unable to open his eyes.

"What is that?"