Volume 2, Chapter 429: Family Dinner.
Under the vast sky and green fields, he spoke again of his ambition to ascend to heaven.
The voice echoed for a long time, opening up the immortal road again and unifying the three days. What a boldness this is! Among the people in the world, the only one who can say such words is Ye Tingmu.
Wansheng clenched his fists, his eyes determined.
The mountains roared.
"We are willing to follow the king to heaven, clear the world, and unify the world."
At this moment, the mountains and seas shook, and winds and clouds suddenly rose.
People know the long river, but they don’t know how big it is. Today, we just want to follow the man in front of us to create a prosperous era where all the people in the world live in harmony.
There is not only great harmony among humans, but also great harmony among immortals.
Ye Tingmu waved his sleeves.
"Two years later, outside Shuiyun Gorge, I will draw my sword and slash the sky for you all."
"Let's go."
After he finished speaking, he left and headed towards the main peak. Jinghong and other saints followed him.
Millions of people were excited, and the tremendous speeches were still echoing in their ears.
"This is so fucking exciting! I told you, the old Pavilion Master summoned all the saints today just to ascend to heaven."
"The path to immortality has been cut off for 20,000 years. Mortals cannot become immortals. The old Pavilion Master wants to break this deadlock."
"Heaven is unfair, just behead him. This is the King of the East Sea."
"What a pity. I was born too late after all. I can't follow the old Pavilion Master to heaven. It hurts."
"Although I can't ascend to heaven with the King of the East Sea, I can witness Wansheng ascending to heaven with my own eyes. Such a heroic feat, I will die without regrets."
"I've decided not to go back yet. I'll stay here for two years and enjoy the sight of the saints ascending to heaven."
The crowd was talking and did not disperse for a long time.
Ye Tingmu also returned to his residence. He first met with the kings of hundreds of countries, and then received some old friends.
It was not until late at night that everyone was sent away.
At night, he gathered thousands of people and held a family dinner.
It has been more than a month since he came to the mortal world, and he has never been together with everyone. Now he has done what he should do. After waiting for two years, the road to heaven will be reopened and the order planted by Guanqi will disappear. Then he can lead the Ten Thousand Saints of the East China Sea to open the sky and unify the three realms. Finally, he will cross the sea and point to eternity.
Before that, in the past year or so, I just did what I should do, such as traveling, writing poems at my leisure, or singing and drinking.
He sat in the main seat. Zhou Heisan, Wanjin, the little monk, Li Gou, Yuemingfeng, Xiner, Hua Zhilu, Jinghong, and Ye Nian were all present.
These are the ones who have always followed him, or in other words, these people were once his brothers in life and death. When they met, he was still a scholar who believed that his three-foot sword could defeat all enemies.
But now a thousand years have passed, and the world has changed dramatically. The brothers are still brothers, but they are no longer young men.
Maybe it was because I had been gone for too long, so the few people who used to be so noisy and close to me inevitably seemed a little restrained, sitting upright and silent.
He raised his glass and broke the silence.
"Here, I'll get you a drink."
Everyone raised their glasses and drank. Ye Tingmu said in a playful tone, "Why are you all silent? Could it be that you didn't get a share in the big division today, so you are all holding a grudge against me?"
When everyone heard this, they quickly refuted it.
Wan Jin said with a big belly, "How is it possible, Master? I am with you to do great things. I don't care about worldly fame."
The little monk narrowed his eyes and said, "You know me. My Buddha believes that the four elements are empty. Apart from delicious food, everything else is external to the body."
As for Li Gou, he pulled his clothes and showed off.
"Ahem, you should be able to see that I am short of everything except money. Look at my clothes, they are all inlaid with gold."
Zhou Heisan waved his fists.
"I don't like weapons anyway. I still think fists are more useful. There are tens of thousands of weapons in the world, but I can break them all with one punch."
"Hehe, little blackie, your fist is harder than mine, how about a sparring match?"
"Sister Jinghong, you are joking. How dare I fight you? Your sword energy is as strong as the wind and invincible in the world."
"Ha ha....."
“.....”
Everyone was talking and expressing their opinions, but they really didn't care about it.
They only care that brothers are safe and sound when they meet again.
Ye Tingmu felt the lively atmosphere, the laughing people, and the noise among them.
With a smile on his face all the time, he waved his hand and several imperial weapons appeared in front of him.
It immediately attracted everyone's attention. They changed their indifferent attitude. Golden light appeared in their eyes. They stared at the magical weapons that were rippling with waves with their eyes wide open.
The thoughts in my mind are obvious.
Ye Tingmu looked at them like this and pretended to sigh, "Hey, I originally saved these for you, but I heard that you didn't want them. So forget it, I'll just give them to someone else."
As he said this, he planned to take it back.
"Wait a minute!" A deep and deep voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, interrupting Ye Tingmu.
Yue Mingfeng stood up, walked in front of him, stretched out his only arm, and grasped one of the long swords.
He said very seriously: "I take back what I just said. I want this sword."
With Yue Mingfeng taking the lead, the others followed suit.
"Master, I don't really want it, but I'm willing to help you share the pressure. It must be very heavy for you to carry so many magical weapons every day, right?"
Li Gou cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Ahem, I'm very rich, so I'm willing to be your friend. Don't worry, I'll give you a sword. If you need talisman paper in the future, just let me know. It's free."
The little monk also took a Zen staff.
"It's like this, I really don't need these mundane things, but this thing is destined to be with me, you know, fate is very important."
"Thank you, brother. I'll take the whip." Hua Zhilu squinted her eyes, smiled like a peach blossom, and said sweetly.
Xin'er also quietly took a mirror and sat back with a smile.
The group of people who had just been shouting that it was okay, that they didn't need it, and that they didn't want it, quickly divided up all the imperial weapons.
Are you kidding? You may be reserved, but this is the emperor's divine weapon. Only a fool would not want it.
Jian Wushu also grabbed a fan. He looked very satisfied and laughed happier than anyone else.
"This fan suits me very well, what do you think?"
Zhou Heisan showed a look of contempt.
"Your sword won't work, it's so small. Look at my Guan Gong sword, it's not that big, it looks super powerful at first glance."
"Vulgar, what's the use of being big? My little tower may be small, but it is exquisite. If I hold it in my hand, the whole world is in my hands."
"Hey, brothers, I feel like I can beat ten people by myself right now, believe it or not..."
"Hehe, yours isn't as powerful as mine. My meteor hammers are big and heavy, and I have two of them, hehe!"
"Sister, isn't it inappropriate for a girl like you to use this thing?"
"Sixth Brother, what do you mean? You're looking for practice, why are you talking to Sister Jinghong? Sister Jinghong is a woman who is as good as a man, don't you understand?"
"Oh, little Wanjin is doing great. He can use idioms now. That's progress."
Li Gou said suddenly: "Ahem, to be precise, this is a proverb. The idiom should be four words."
Jinghong and Wanjin looked at him at the same time, murderous eyes.
"Gouzi, draw your sword..."
Listen to a group of people making noise and watch a group of people ecstatic.
Ye Tingmu picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.
He really liked this feeling, it had been a long time since he had felt this way.
“It feels so good to be home!”
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