Volume 2, Chapter 422: I have retreated.
With a "swish!" sound, he tore open the envelope, took out the paper that had been sealed in dust for seven hundred years, and then opened it.
In his hand was a yellowed paper with mottled characters.
Comes into view.
Wang Shangjun wrote this.
I am a mere scholar, living in Beimang, trying to survive in these troubled times. I pride myself on my knowledge, but I have great ambitions but nowhere to display them. I am destined to live a mediocre life.
But fortunately I met the king in the troubled times, and had the honor to follow him. We called each other brothers, fought in the Northern Wilderness, entered the Nine Provinces, and defeated all enemies in the world.
Therefore, he gained fame, wealth and honor, and was respected by others. Moreover, at the age of one hundred, he was granted the title of duke, and was given the salary of ten thousand households. He became the master of a city, bringing honor to his family and ancestors. How fortunate he was.
However, his talent is mediocre. He has practiced for three hundred years without making any progress. His time will come to an end and he will be separated from this world forever.
How sad and painful it is.
I have failed to live up to Your Majesty's expectations and also failed Your Majesty's wishes. I would not regret it even if I died a thousand times, so I leave this letter and ask Your Majesty to punish me.
There is no afterlife, nor is there a tomorrow. Your Majesty's ambition is to sweep away the Three Heavens and unify the long river. I am unable to help him, and this is my fault.
However, I have a son who has been blessed by Your Majesty and has the good fortune to become a saint. I hope Your Majesty will accept him as your servant. When I ascend to heaven in a thousand years, I will go to heaven with Your Majesty and fight on the battlefield until my death. This will repay Your Majesty's kindness and fulfill my wish.
In this way, even if An dies, he will have no regrets.
This is the last writing of your humble servant Lin An.
After reading it, Ye Tingmu was unable to come back to his senses for a long time. He did not expect that Lin An was so loyal to him.
He could truly feel the difficult meaning between the lines. He could also feel the helplessness and powerlessness he felt when he wrote the letter.
In the end, he had given Lin An the wrong treatment.
He turned his head, reached out to touch the stone tablet, shook his head, and murmured softly.
"After all, I came back too late and was unable to see you for the last time."
After saying that, he stood up and lit three incense sticks for Lin An.
He turned to Lin Xun in front of him and said, "Lin Xun, let me ask you, do you have any descendants?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ye Tingmu nodded and handed over the letter in his hand.
"This is what your father left behind. Take a look."
While Lin Xun was reading the letter, Ye Tingmu continued, "Your father came to me at the age of twenty-one. He worked hard all his life and died. I have failed him. Have you fulfilled your father's last wish?"
Lin Xun clasped his fists, knelt on one knee, and said solemnly: "Your servant Lin Xun is willing to fight for the king, even if it means death."
"Kowtow to your father, and then wait for me at Banyueju." After saying that, he left with Jinghong.
When he was taken away, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, shaking the surrounding trees, swaying their branches as if waving goodbye.
This farewell is forever.
Life and death, separation, are inevitable; this is life.
"Brother, don't be sad. Actually, everything is fine. Lin An once said that if it weren't for you, he would not live to be a hundred years old, and his life would not be so wonderful." Jinghong comforted in a low voice. He could feel his elder brother's emotions. He was always a little lost.
After a thousand years in the mortal world, I meet my old friend again, but he has turned into dust. Anyone would be sad, right?
"I'm not sad, I'm just a little ashamed."
"What are you ashamed of?"
"How could I deserve such kindness from them..." he sighed.
He felt unworthy of such loyalty, but Ye Tingmu knew in his heart that he did all this for a purpose.
Be it recruiting Lin An, establishing the Taxing Immortal Pavilion, or unifying the world, all he did was to keep himself and his brothers and sisters alive.
He is selfish in nature. As for the great goodness and great merits in people's eyes, they are just unintentional actions on this road.
Jinghong refused to accept it. She put her hands on her waist and said seriously, "Brother, how can you say that? If you feel unworthy of it, who else can bear it?"
"It was you who adopted 100,000 children, it was you who unified the East China Sea with your own strength, it was you who created this peaceful and prosperous era. Everything is because of you, so you deserve it. I will also charge into battle for you, and fight to the death for your ideals."
Looking at the little girl in front of him, Ye Tingmu shook his head helplessly, with a hint of sadness on his lips.
Maybe, in the eyes of the world, I did do these things. Even if I was not the executor, I was indeed the leader.
He tapped Jinghong's little head and said, "Fight to the death, my biggest dream is to hope that you are all well, understand?"
"Oh! I see, but brother, you still need to have lofty ambitions, you need poetry and distant places..."
"No, I only like money and women."
"That's fine, you can marry ten wives and give birth to lots of pups. I'll help you take care of them. I'm very good at taking care of kids. I guarantee they'll be able to kill saints by the time they're five."
"You want a beating, huh?"
After the two walked away, Lin Xun came to Lin An's grave and knelt down.
"Father, did you see that? The king has come to see you. He hasn't forgotten you. Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your unfulfilled wish. I will carry on your aspirations and fight for the king, even if it means risking my own life."
On the distant other side, beside the abyss, an old man shed a tear from his eye, "Your Majesty, the splendor of my life is given by you. I have no regrets, and I will retire." After saying this, he closed his eyes and jumped into the abyss of reincarnation.
"If there is an afterlife, I will still be with you..."
Banyueju is the former residence of Dongfang Que, the former sword master. Later, Dongfang Que was defeated by the heavenly calamity in Yunmengze and fell into the mortal world.
No one has ever lived in this mountain since then.
Later, Ye Tingmu built the Taxian Pavilion and moved the Dongfang Que buried outside the Taxian Pavilion to Banyueju.
Although it was a relocation of the grave, Dongfang Que's body was never found, leaving only a broken sword.
Ye Tingmu came to Beimang to see Lin An and Senior Dongfang.
Dongfang Que was the first person to die for him, and he was someone he would never forget in his life. He raised his sword to slash the thunder tribulation, which left an indelible mark in his heart.
At that moment, he had the idea of slashing the sky, and the seed of war with heaven and earth was planted in his heart.
When he reached the outside of Banyue Residence, Ye Tingmu no longer flew in the air, but slowly landed on the ground.
Firstly, it was out of respect for Dongfang Que, and secondly, he wanted to climb the mountain of Banyueju.
Today, Beimang is managed by the Dongfang family, and the title of King of Beimang is inherited from generation to generation by the Dongfang family. Therefore, there are soldiers and armors stationed outside Banyue Residence to guard this place.
The leading young general has reached the extraordinary realm of cultivation.
Seeing Jinghong and Ye Tingmu coming towards the mountain gate, the young general hurriedly blocked their way.
"Dongfang family's important place, no idle people allowed, leave immediately."
Jinghong pouted, "How dare you! Do you know who you are stopping?"
"No matter who you are, it is my duty to stop you. This is the tomb of the ancestor of the Dongfang family. The monument was erected by the King of Donghai himself. It will be useless if anyone comes. Even if the current emperor comes, he must be notified in advance." The young general's words were very firm.
Dongfang Que was buried there personally by the King of Donghai. Needless to say, this is of great importance. Even if the Emperor of Jiuzhou wants to pay homage, he has to inform the King of Beimang in advance before he can climb the mountain.
So he has the confidence.
Jinghong wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ye Tingmu.
"Jinghong, don't be rude."
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