Volume 2, Chapter 424: Gift of Sword.
The lights were brightly lit at the bottom of Banyue Residence. Ten thousand people from the Dongfang family waited here for a whole night, but no one complained.
From dusk to night, from the vast starry sky to the dawn of the sky, Ye Tingmu never went down the mountain.
Jinghong was bored and the waiting was very boring. Lin Xun stood beside her respectfully, without saying a word from beginning to end.
And in the Half Moon Residence, in front of Ye Tingmu, the chessboard was crowded with black and white pieces crisscrossing.
After he made a move, he stood up.
"Senior Dongfang, let's stop here. I'm going to fight the sky. If I win, I'll bring the bamboo to see you. If I lose..."
He did not finish his words, but bowed to the stone tablet again and walked down the mountain.
He looked at the desolation around him, and with the morning light, he waved his sleeves, and spiritual energy surged. Wherever he passed, flowers and plants grew, the water became clear again, and all things became full of vitality again.
Banyueju is no longer lifeless, but has regained its lush greenery, and the water in the stream is gurgling and clear again.
This is what Banyueju should look like.
He walked down the mountain and never looked back. He knew that this farewell might be forever.
And Ye Tingmu may never go down to the mortal world again in this life.
"Look, the King of the East Sea is coming down?"
After waiting all night, someone in the tired crowd shouted, and then tens of thousands of people looked up at the mountain.
When they saw Ye Tingmu coming down the mountain, the fatigue on their faces disappeared, their eyes became fanatical, and their faces became excited.
When Ye Tingmu stepped down the stone steps, the head of the Dongfang family stood in front of everyone and knelt down with his hands clasped.
"The 136th generation head of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Lin, and all members of the Dongfang family, respectfully welcome His Majesty. May His Majesty live forever."
The people behind him also knelt on the ground and bowed to him.
"We pay our respects to the king. Long live the king."
Ye Tingmu looked calm as he looked at the Dongfang family's tens of thousands of people. He couldn't help but feel relieved. It seemed that the Dongfang family had grown in size in recent years. He thought that if Senior Dongfang were still alive in heaven and saw this, he would definitely be relieved.
He never broke his promise. Senior Dongfang risked his life to make a bet with him in exchange for the Dongfang family's prosperity for a thousand years. Now he has indeed achieved it.
"Get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Everyone stood up and looked at Ye Tingmu in unison, looking at this legendary figure, looking at this man who, although not named Dongfang, was written into the Dongfang family tree.
Dongfang Lin stepped forward, his head bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty, breakfast has been prepared in the palace. Please come and have your meal."
Ye Tingmu waved his hand. "I have something else to do, so I won't eat. What did you say your name was?"
"Your Majesty, my name is Dongfang Lin, the grandson of Dongfang Xing for three generations."
Ye Tingmu's palm brushed across his waist, and a long sword of imperial divine quality appeared in his hand.
The laws of the lower world were weak. The moment the sword appeared, the entire space began to fluctuate, and an invisible air pressure spread out in all directions.
The place was shrouded in panic, with fear in their eyes.
The invisible pressure made them feel suffocated.
This is the power of the Emperor's divine weapon. Even if the sword is disjointed, it can be used to kill a saint.
"Your ancestor once gifted me a sword. Today, I will also gift the Dongfang family a sword. I hope this sword can protect your Dongfang family's eternal peace."
"Dongfang Lin, come and take the sword."
Dongfang Lin was terrified. Although he could not see through the quality of the sword with his current extraordinary cultivation, the power of the sword far exceeded all the magic weapons he had seen in the secular world just based on the pressure.
"Your Majesty, absolutely not. It is too precious..."
"If I tell you to take it, then take it. This sword is called Qingtian. I hope the Dongfang family can become the Qingtian of Beimang, and always protect the people of Beimang. Do you understand?"
Dongfang Lin no longer refused, took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and took the sword with a firm look.
He said in a sonorous voice, "Dongfang Lin thanks the king for the sword. Your Majesty, rest assured, as long as the Dongfang family survives, Beimang will be a peaceful country forever."
"Remember your promise!"
Ye Tingmu left a word, stepped into the air, and floated into the sky, his white scholar's robe rustling.
Jinghong and Lin Xun hurriedly followed, and the three figures flew towards the sky.
Dongfang Lin held the sword of blue sky in his hand and led thousands of people from the Dongfang family to bid farewell.
"Farewell, Your Majesty!"
"Farewell, Your Majesty!!"
When Ye Tingmu and the other two disappeared into the sky, Dongfang Lin raised the Qingtian Sword.
"Blue sky!"
Later historical books said that there was a sword in Beimang named Qingtian, which was placed on the top of the city wall. Anyone who held the sword must be very kind and bring blessings to the people.
From then on, the Qingtian Sword became famous in the East China Sea and ranked first on the list of divine weapons in the world.
Ye Tingmu left Beimang, headed south, and finally entered Jiuzhou to compete for supremacy.
I went to Zhulu Academy to pay homage to Liu Bai and burned 10,000 poems given by the Prime Minister to the immortals in front of his grave.
"Senior Liu, you and Guanqi are master and disciple. Since she can't come back, I will offer sacrifices on her behalf. And Fenghe and Yanyan, they also asked me to say hello to you."
"Yan Yan and Feng He are together now. Your wish has been fulfilled. Your spirit in heaven can rest in peace."
"I know you like poetry. These are poems from heaven. I burned them for you. Please savor them carefully."
After the worship, he left and then went to the imperial mausoleum to pay homage to Chaotianque. After all, this man was Fenghe's father and had been very nice to him in the past.
Chaofeng also died and was buried beside Chaotianque.
After the battle for the throne, Chao Feng succeeded to the throne and has worked tirelessly ever since to seek benefits for the people. Although he is of the bloodline of the Demon Lord, it should not be difficult for him to become a saint. However, he was busy with state affairs every day and had no time to practice, so he died 500 years before he could enter the saint realm.
During his reign, he brought blessings to all of Kyushu. In such troubled times, he was a rare good emperor.
After visiting the two of them, he went to see Chu Ze again and paid tribute to the saints who died in the Battle of Zhuolu.
Five days have passed since then.
After resting in Zhulu for two more days, he returned to Taxian Pavilion.
At this moment in the City of Yunmeng, saints arrived one after another, and monarchs from various countries also made the trek here.
Ever since he returned to Taxian Pavilion, countless people came to the main gate every day asking to see him, but Ye Tingmu refused to see them and locked himself up.
Holding the list compiled by Li Gou and others, they are distributing their rewards.
During this period, Wan Jinye rushed back and stayed by his side, taking care of his daily life.
When the little girl saw Hua Zhilu, she burst into tears.
When she learned that Ye Tingmu and Dongfang Qingzhu were getting married, she became depressed and all her emotions were written on her face.
After all, Ye Tingmu treated her as his sister, but she just wanted to treat Ye Tingmu as her brother.
Ye Tingmu naturally knew his feelings, but his heart could not accommodate two people at the same time.
In his heart, Huazhilu is always just his sister and can only be his sister.
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