Volume 2, Chapter 419: The King of East China Sea returns.
Jinghong instinctively covered his head and nodded in confusion.
"pain!"
"Do you still feel like you're dreaming?"
Jinghong nodded first, then shook his head, and suddenly seemed to understand something. Yes, I am in so much pain, how could it be a dream.
She knew that the big brother in front of her was the real big brother, not the big brother in her dream. All of this was real. Even though it was so unbelievable, she was stunned for four seconds before she came to her senses.
She suddenly rushed towards Ye Tingmu again with such great force that she almost knocked Ye Tingmu away.
At this moment, Jinghong could no longer hold back her tears. She burst into tears and cried unrestrainedly, like a three-year-old child.
"Wuwuwu...Brother, you are finally back. I thought you all didn't want me anymore. Wuwukang..."
Jinghong cried like a pear blossom in the rain, just like Qingfeng, but she was much easier to comfort than Qingfeng. The little guy had been strong-willed since childhood and only howled but never cried.
This time, Ye Tingmu's clothes were soaked.
He was always heartbroken. When Jinghong said, "I thought you didn't want me anymore," his eyes were red.
The four children have been inseparable from me since they were young, and Jinghong is the youngest child.
Ever since she could remember, the four people and one cow had never disappeared from her world.
But later, several people left one after another, leaving her alone. She had to wait for a thousand years. Even though Jinghong restored the demon ancestor's memory, she was still their sister.
During the long wait, she kept asking herself whether it was because of her disobedience, mischief and troublemaking that God punished her by abandoning her alone for a whole thousand years.
"Okay, let's go home."
Jinghong nodded obediently, took his hand, and the two of them walked down the mountain.
"Brother, don't worry, I will be obedient in the future and never make trouble again."
"good...."
"I'm telling the truth."
"I know....."
"So don't leave me behind again."
"Uh-huh."
"You promise."
"Okay! I promise."
"You swear, liars don't have penises."
"Bang!"
"Who taught you..."
........
A thousand years passed in a flash, and the Stepping Immortal Palace is now the largest sect in the entire lower world, gathering almost all the geniuses and masters from the four realms.
Jinghong said that the current Taxian Pavilion has two major departments.
One is from the demon race, the other is from the human race, and the current leader of the Taxian Pavilion is Ye Nian.
Ye Nian became a saint at the age of 40, and reached the pinnacle of sainthood at the age of 70.
He was elected as the second generation leader of Taxian Pavilion.
They returned to their former home. The entire house was still the same as when he left, without any change, and it was still very clean.
They have cordoned off the area since he left.
Waiting for his return.
Ye Tingmu came to the courtyard and said to Jinghong, "Jinghong, ring the bell and call everyone over."
"OK!"
There is a bell in his residence. This bell is a treasure. Once it is rung, it means that all the saints and managers of the sect must come here as soon as possible.
This bell is unique to him and is also his personal call to action.
As the bell rang.
The deep and unique sound of the bell spread throughout the vast wilderness, and countless people looked up at the highest mountain here.
There was a daze and uncertainty in their eyes.
Then, they saw countless saints transforming into long rainbows and heading towards the top of the mountain.
"Isn't there no one on the main peak? Why is the bell ringing?"
"Look, isn't that the Black Butler?"
"Aquaman is there too."
"You don't know that the ringing of the bell on the main peak means that the King of the East Sea has called for him. It seems that the King of the East Sea has come out of seclusion."
"Really? I thought it was just a legend?"
"Didn't you say he had ascended?"
In the East China Sea, the younger generation had only seen Ye Tingmu's stone statue, but had never seen his appearance.
Ye Tingmu was named the King of the East China Sea, and his story became widely known among the people.
Thousands of years ago, it suddenly disappeared.
Some say he was in seclusion, while others say he had already become an immortal.
After all, a thousand years is not a year. Only a few people know about these things, and most people will regard it as a legend or a myth.
Just like the Dahei and the Immortal Slayer before, three thousand years later, for most people, he is a myth and a prominent figure in history books.
The same is true for Ye Tingmu.
He is not only a myth, but also a god. His stories and experiences are even written into textbooks in the underworld.
After a thousand years of absence, he returned to the human world. If people knew about this, they would be shocked.
Ye Tingmu moved a stool and sat under the eaves, looking at the training ground in front of him, waiting quietly.
Soon, the first person arrived. His name was Jian Wushu, who was also the strongest person in the world today and a third-grade immortal.
He had been traveling outside, enjoying the scenery, and only came back when the millennium deadline was approaching. When he saw Ye Tingmu, he was excited. He thought he had failed, but he didn't expect that at the last moment, he would still have hope.
Looking at Ye Tingmu sitting there, his face showed ecstasy.
Ye Tingmu smiled slightly, "Brother Jian, long time no see."
"Great, you're not dead."
Soon, Ye Nian also arrived. The young man he used to be had become middle-aged now. He looked older than himself, with some gray hair on his temples. It was obvious that he was very busy, just as Jinghong had described.
He walked step by step to Ye Tingmu, then knelt on his knees and kowtowed to him heavily.
"Old Six Ye Nian, meet the eldest brother."
Ye Tingmu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with heartache in his eyes.
"Nian, get up, you've suffered so much."
Ye Nian wiped his eyes. The middle-aged man, the master of the Stepping Immortal Palace, the leader who was high and mighty in the eyes of the people, cried at this moment.
He bit his lip and said in a trembling voice: "It's not bitter, not bitter at all."
His life was given to him by Ye Tingmu, by his elder brother, so he was willing to do anything for his elder brother.
The Taxian Pavilion was built by his eldest brother. Since his eldest brother is not around, he naturally has to take good care of it.
Soon, familiar faces arrived one after another.
When they landed one after another and saw Ye Tingmu, their eyes were filled with confusion and trance, as well as shock and disbelief.
Although they had guessed something when they heard the bell, they still couldn't help but feel excited at this moment.
For them, seeing this legendary man again after a thousand years was an extremely incredible thing.
But slowly, their shock turned into excitement and then into joy.
They stopped at the stone steps and did not go any further.
They just looked at Ye Tingmu like this, standing respectfully.
Xiao Hei came, still without any hair growing, but his jaw was covered with a beard. He was no longer as strong as before, and looked thinner and paler.
He bowed deeply to Ye Tingmu.
“Brother!”
The little monk still had ten scars on his head, and his appearance remained the same, except for his eyes becoming deeper. There was no other change.
He nodded to Ye Tingmu. There was not much communication between the brothers, and everything was implied.
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