Volume 2, Chapter 171 Three years later, the soul was successfully infused.
Time is gentle and the years pass by like a shuttle.
Late summer, autumn wind, winter snow, and another year of spring breeze.
There are four seasons in the sky: spring, autumn, winter and summer.
There are four constants in human beings: joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
There are four states of life: sorrow, joy, separation and reunion.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Everything is going according to track.
In the Immortal Palace.
Ye Tingmu was giving his last lesson to his students.
“The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things and is still. It stays in places that people hate, so it is close to the Tao.”
"Live in a good place, have a good heart, give good gifts, speak truthfully, govern well, be capable in doing things, and act at the right time."
“It is because one does not contend that one is free from blame…”
"Today we will talk about what is good."
“When a person stands between heaven and earth, there are two virtues. The first virtue is compassion…”
“The second good thing is to be good at something. Doing something you are good at will achieve twice the result with half the effort.”
“As Heaven moves forward, a gentleman strives for self-improvement. The road to becoming a strong person is never smooth.”
“Only hardships and challenges can make us stronger…”
As time passed, it was already noon.
Ye Tingmu returned to his seat.
Looking at the dozens of children in the hall.
"This is my last lesson for you all. I will be in seclusion soon. When I'm gone, you must not play around or waste a day's work. Please understand."
"Got it, sir!"
"Okay, let's all go back. That's all for today."
"Goodbye, sir!"
After the students left, Ye Tingmu frowned slightly as he looked at the empty classroom.
After working as a teacher for four years, he has become accustomed to this kind of life.
And he also likes this kind of life.
Simple, quiet, without power struggles and no intention of killing.
Read the books of sages to teach and establish people.
A teacher is someone who imparts knowledge and resolves doubts.
If possible, he would like to live such a simple life forever.
Quiet and peaceful.
But he knew in his heart that it was time for him to complete his mission.
A person's life destiny is determined from the moment he is born.
It's not up to you to choose.
Comfort is certainly intoxicating.
But comfort can also kill you.
More than just your life.
In the mortal world, order stops and it is impossible to become an immortal. There is no choice but to go to heaven.
He looked out the window. The wind and snow were still blowing.
The snow-covered world makes it look exceptionally clean.
The wind was blowing "whoosh...whoosh...", hitting the door frame from time to time, making "creaky" and "clang" sounds.
He whispered softly.
“It’s time.”
It is deep winter now.
The wind is bitingly cold.
Heavy snow.
However, there were hundreds of people quietly staying in the snow.
Their expressions were different, but the same reluctance was reflected in their eyes.
There is no other reason.
Because today, Ye Tingmu is going to go into seclusion.
Although they said they were in seclusion, they actually knew everything in their hearts.
What is Ye Tingmu going to do?
Retreat is only with respect to the outside world.
Ye Tingmu was afraid that after he left, the East China Sea situation that had been stable for nine years would fall apart again.
Without the restraint of an absolutely powerful person, human nature will always be exposed.
You can't rely on Jinghong. She doesn't understand all those twists and turns.
But after I left, it seemed that I could only rely on shocking people.
As for Jian Wushu, Ye Tingmu had no control over where he would go.
At least he won't interfere in human affairs.
So I decided to go into seclusion.
After all, Ye Tingmu is now the spiritual pillar of Donghai.
Who knows if something unexpected will happen.
Jinghong let the cold wind blow on her face and still stood motionless in the snow.
Today she no longer has the smile she used to have.
She looked into the room and said something.
"When my sisters left, it was also winter, remember."
Everyone remained silent.
Yes, it was winter when they left.
Ye Tingmu is leaving today, and it is also winter.
History always repeats itself surprisingly well.
After a while.
Ye Tingmu walked out of the house.
There is always a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He looked at everyone with gentle and reserved eyes.
Then he walked down the stone steps and passed the crowd.
He did not forget to say, "Let's go to Xiaotian Peak."
If they are willing to send it, then let them send it.
At this time, the entire mountain inside Xiaotian Peak was hollowed out.
It is full of strange runes and formations.
There are eight large pits around it.
The pit is filled with secret Mama's crystals.
These are all spirit stones, and there are millions of them.
In the middle of the eight large pits, there is a stone platform. On the stone platform.
Jian Wu Shu stood there.
Standing beside him was Zhou Quan, the first immortal to descend to the earth.
In front of them, there was a void wrapped in white mist.
That is Ye Tingmu's soul, which has been nurtured by the Book of Changes over the past three years.
At this moment, there was fanaticism on his face.
Because, after three years of hard work, today we will finally succeed.
He pushed Zhou Quan who was standing beside him and urged him, "Why are you just standing there? Hurry up, is this the last time?"
Zhou Quan had a sad face.
His eyes were full of reluctance.
But still move forward.
Then he took out a dagger and slashed it across his palm.
Then several drops of blood gushed out.
When the blood gushed out, it was enveloped by an invisible force.
He was instantly swallowed by the white mist in front of him.
Zhou Quan clenched his palms, swallowed subconsciously, and prayed in his heart.
“It must succeed.”
At this time, Zhou Quan had long lost his former charm.
Although all the wounds on his body have healed.
However, the whole person became extremely thin, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was skinny.
For three years, he was tortured by Jian Wushu for three whole years.
Having to bleed once every three days on average made him feel extremely miserable.
It is like a blood-drawing machine. The only value of its life is to provide immortal blood.
Of course, he was not alone, because the other two women were in the same situation as him.
Seeing that everything was about to end today, he was naturally more excited than Jian Wushu.
It is no exaggeration to say that he hoped more than anyone else that his book would succeed.
Because he really couldn't stand it.
As the blood sank in.
Everything is the same as before.
The white mist began to twist and churn.
However, today, a faint figure condensed in the center of the white fog.
When I looked closely, I could see that it was a human figure.
As time passed, the shadow became more and more obvious and larger.
Eventually it became the size of a palm.
Come closer and take a look.
You can find that this little man is a smaller version of Ye Tingmu.
Feel the vitality emanating from this little man.
Gradually, there were no more books and I was happy.
Shout loudly.
"It's done!"
It would have been fine if he hadn't shouted, but when he did, Zhou Quan was startled.
He was observing carefully and was already nervous.
Such a sudden movement naturally scared him.
But after a brief shock, he came to his senses.
Let out a long sigh.
He collapsed on the ground, feeling relieved.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and his thin face was filled with emotion.
"I finally succeeded, I finally succeeded, I don't have to hurt myself anymore."
For some reason, looking at the dense knife wounds on his arm, he suddenly wanted to cry.
On the other hand, Jian Wushu kept circling around the little man in the white mist.
This is his work, so he is naturally happy.
Now that the soul-containing technique has been completed, the next step is to open the path of reincarnation and send Ye Tingmu into the heaven.
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