Volume 2, Chapter 411 I will tell you my story slowly.

The eleven lists in the sky dyed the sky red. All the people in the human world and heaven bowed their heads, and the whole world was shocked.

Since the opening of Broken Sword Mountain thousands of years ago, the legendary burial site has been creating miracles, with one person breaking through the mysterious gate and fighting for the sky gate.

Together with Daozu, Demon Lord, and Xinxin, the oriental girl caused a commotion in the thirty-sixth heaven of heaven and escaped unscathed. It was clear who was stronger and who was weaker.

The future pattern seems to have been determined at this moment.

"Zang has been in seclusion for a thousand years, and as soon as he came out he created such a big commotion."

"He killed six emperors in one day. He is only an Immortal King. If he can defeat the Immortal Emperor, who in the world can stop him?"

"No, no one can stop him now."

"Daozu, the Demon Lord, and that Dongfang girl who asked the Heavenly Court for sword yesterday, if the four of them join forces, Broken Sword Mountain is probably the number one sect in this world."

"I have known Zang for a thousand years and have admired him for a thousand years. This battle was fought beautifully."

"Just wait, it won't be long before the Heavenly Court no longer has the final say in the human world."

"It's too small, the pattern is too small, it's the burial that has to happen in these three days."

"Does anyone still remember the saying, 'I have a coffin, and I can bury the whole world...'"

Some were happy, some were sad. At this moment, Broken Sword Mountain was happy. Such a victory swept away the dejection of the fall of Rakshasa in broad daylight.

Everyone in the ten major immortal sects was in danger, and the Heavenly Court was in a trough.

The historian picked up his pen and excerpted this book. Although the aurora had dissipated, history had been remembered.

Everything that happens today will go down in history and will be remembered forever.

Several people from the Ye family looked at the sky, in a good mood, and Qingfeng crossed his legs.

"Look, these books are all speaking for our Ye family..."

"Brother, you are really powerful. Every time you attack, the boundary book will fall."

Unlike the smiles on the faces of the others, Dahei looked very depressed.

He stood up from the ground and pointed at the sky.

"What's the meaning of this world book? Am I not strong enough? Why is there no me in it?"

Qingfeng taunted.

"You've been beaten all the time, how could you be beaten? Besides, even if you were beaten, you're not ashamed."

Dahei pursed his lips. He didn't deny what Qingfeng said, that he seemed to have been taking the damage all the time, but he still replied, "What's wrong with getting beaten? Taking beatings is also part of my strength, right?"

His words made several people laugh and cover their faces.

The Book of Worlds completely disappeared, the sky was filled with green, the stars were shining, and the moon was especially round today.

Several people sat together, appreciating the moon in the sky. It felt very comfortable. Ye Tingmu also felt more at ease than ever before.

Qingfeng added: "It's great that we are together again. The only missing ones are Jinghong and Guanqi."

Ye Tingmu nodded and responded softly.

"It will be soon. It won't be long before we can all be together."

"Uh-huh."

Feng He leaned closer to him.

"Brother, tell us what happened after we left, and how you got to heaven?"

Ye Tingmu looked at the three of them, straightened his back, and cleared his throat.

"If you ask me what I did after you went to heaven, I can only say that my story is a myth."

Seeing him like this, Feng He and Qing Feng's curiosity became even stronger.

"Really? Tell me now."

Dahei also came over at some point. He was also very curious and wanted to know what happened in the underworld after they left.

Ye Tingmu took out a jar of fine wine, raised his head to drink it, and slowly spoke amid the anticipation of several people.

"The story begins with that battle. On that day, the wind and snow were raging. Hundreds of nations were invading. There were hundreds of saints and tens of millions of soldiers. In front of Shanhaiguan, I was alone with my sword."

His story was long and fascinating, and he spoke with great passion.

The three men and the cow sat quietly and listened, exclaiming, praising, cheering and clapping from time to time.

Ye Tingmu is very good at telling stories, whether they are other people's stories or his own stories.

Qingfeng and his friends also like listening to stories, but they only like listening to stories told by their eldest brother.

Ye Tingmu kept talking, explaining how he conquered hundreds of countries, how he unified the world, and how he founded the Taxian Pavilion.

Finally, we talked about God.

He recounted his experiences on the road of reincarnation, the bronze giant, and the old man who was fishing.

But he never said that he almost got lost in it.

After talking about going to heaven, he was still talking about how to leave the burial ground and enter Broken Sword Mountain...

In fact, everyone probably knew something about the story that followed. After all, it was a story about a funeral, and it was rare that no one knew about it for three days.

Perhaps they knew the direction of the story, so Qingfeng and Fenghe seemed no longer so excited. Slowly their eyes drooped, they lay on the ground and closed their eyes.

Listening to the familiar voice and feeling the refreshing breeze, the two fell into a deep sleep just like when they were children.

They have not slept for three days. As an immortal cultivator, once they become a saint, they don't need to sleep anymore.

For a thousand years, they have been practicing day and night, practicing all the time, and of course, missing her all the time.

Tonight, with the eldest brother by their side, they heard the familiar story, and the string that had been tense for a thousand years finally relaxed.

They fell asleep and slept very soundly. Perhaps they could only sleep so peacefully when their eldest brother was beside them.

As Ye Tingmu was talking, he heard snoring. Looking at the two sleeping boys, he always had a relieved and doting smile on his face.

The child still grows up.

He took out two blankets from the storage ring and covered them with them. The temperature in the mountains in early spring was always a little low.

He was afraid that they would catch a cold, but even if he knew it in his heart, how could the emperor catch a cold?

Dongfang Qingzhu was still awake, staring at him with her big dark eyes.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Dongfang Qingzhu shook his head. "I'm not sleepy. I want to hear more. You just said you tricked that big dog. How did you do that?"

"This is the key point..."

He continued chatting, and he always talked a lot, at least that was the case tonight.

And tonight his identity changed from Zang to Ye Tingmu.

On the distant sea, a girl sat on the top of a city wall, looking into the distance. It was pitch black there. Looking back behind her, it was empty.

The stars were silent, and she was trying to outline familiar faces.

In the East China Sea, there is also a girl who is smart and lovely, but her face is full of sorrow. She also looks up at the starry sky, and expresses her longing for her lover who is thousands of miles away.

Although it is not the same galaxy, it is the same kind of lovesickness.

Ye Tingmu was still telling his story, and the girl beside him had gently rested her head on his shoulder at some point.

At this moment, he also ended his story.

The girl whispered softly.

"It feels like a dream. It's so nice to see you again!"