Volume 2, Chapter 429: Farewell.
For Ye Tingmu, two years passed in the blink of an eye.
Time passes quietly, and the day of ascension is approaching.
Ye Tingmu also came to Wu Yanwang's residence. He wanted to see him again before leaving.
King Wu Yan bowed deeply to Ye Tingmu.
"Old minister, I greet the king."
"Get up, there are no outsiders here, no need to be polite." Ye Tingmu spoke in a gentle tone with a faint smile, walked past Wu Yanwang and entered his room.
The huge mansion was empty and silent. Even though Wu Yanwang was the most powerful official in the world and a saint, there was not a single maid or servant in his mansion.
In the empty room, there was only a simple and old bed, a desk, and a stool.
In the corner, there was a wooden stool. If Ye Tingmu remembered correctly, he seemed to have seen this wooden stool a long time ago. It was the one he sat on when the two of them met.
King Wu patted the only stool and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please take a seat."
Ye Tingmu ignored him and walked straight to the wooden pier and touched it.
"Do you still have this wooden block?"
"Your Majesty, this is the wooden stool that Your Majesty once sat on. I just want to keep it as a souvenir."
"Then I'll sit here." He sat down without any hesitation while speaking, and his eyes swept across the simple house again.
He sighed, "Old Wu, a thousand years have passed, and you haven't changed. You are still so frugal."
Upon hearing this, King Wu Yan's weather-beaten face, covered with deep wrinkles, showed seriousness and solemn eyes, and he spoke slowly.
"To return to the past, in this world, there are still people who cannot even get enough to eat. I dare not enjoy wealth and honor."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu knew that people like him had become accustomed to this simple life and he could not change him.
Just let him be. At least he can still maintain his original heart a thousand years after gaining power. That is the greatest treasure.
"Okay, stop being so reserved and take a seat. I came here today just to see how you are doing."
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am doing well." He bowed to Ye Tingmu, then sat down on the chair, straightening his sixty-year-old body.
Ye Tingmu did not hide anything and went straight to the point, stating the purpose of his trip.
"I heard from Xiao Hei that you don't want to ascend to heaven. Is that true?"
Upon hearing this, King Wu Yan frowned slightly, his expression changed, and then he stood up and walked in front of Ye Tingmu, rolled up his sleeves, and knelt down.
He raised his head, looked directly at Ye Tingmu, and spoke slowly.
"Your Majesty will ascend to heaven soon. Logically, I should follow you and use my remaining body to smooth the ditches on your thorny path."
"However, my wish is for the world to be united, for everyone to eat meat and have enough food and clothing. So I beg the king not to blame me and allow me to continue walking this unfinished journey in this lower world."
Ye Tingmu also looked at him without saying a word. He respected Wu Yanwang's choice. In fact, Chao Xiao was also unwilling to ascend to heaven. Of course, they were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that the world would be in chaos if they all left.
Or maybe they are reluctant to leave this place, or more likely their ideals have not yet been realized.
The three first-class meritorious people all refused to ascend to heaven this time and chose to stay on earth to continue to benefit the people.
This may not be a bad thing for Ye Tingmu. He can rest assured by leaving the lower world to a few people.
He also believed that with the influence and leadership of these three people, the lower world would get better and better in the future.
This time they went to heaven, not to enjoy themselves. In the future, they were destined to overcome obstacles and face storms with themselves.
That could be fatal.
He stood up, walked past Wu Yanwang, went to the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.
He picked up the bowl with a few small holes missing and drank it all in one gulp.
It's still coarse tea, and still very astringent.
"This tea still tastes the same, good..." He poured another bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Then he asked, "When your lifespan is almost over, will you ascend to heaven?"
Wu Yanwang did not answer, but fell into deep thought. At this moment, Ye Tingmu already understood something.
"I understand!" He didn't ask any more questions, but left a storage bag and said, "Nothing in the world is absolute. Even under the scorching sun, there are places where the light doesn't reach. I have my own things to do and I don't have time to worry about the affairs of the lower world. Just do your best."
"Here is a longevity elixir from heaven. If a saint eats one, his life span will increase by a hundred years. Keep it for yourself."
After saying that, he put down the yellowed bowl in his hand and walked out the door.
King Wu Yan was still kneeling on the ground, but he moved his body, looked at Ye Tingmu's back, and bowed deeply again.
"Your Majesty, I apologize for not being able to accompany you. I hope your Majesty will finally get what he wants."
Ye Tingmu didn't even turn his head, but just waved his hand.
"Thank you for your good wishes..."
They both knew in their hearts that after this separation, they might never see each other again in this life.
This farewell was a final farewell. Wu Yanwang had never thought about going to heaven from beginning to end. If he died, he would be buried in this land and use his soul to guard this hard-earned peace.
Therefore, he was destined not to become an immortal, but to become dry bones in a tomb, buried in a corner of the vast land of the East China Sea.
When Ye Tingmu left, he didn't even know where the destination was or whether he could win, so he couldn't come back in a short time.
If I have to come back, it can only be on the day of victory, and this process is destined to be very long. By then, I am afraid that there will be no one left in the East China Sea.
After leaving Wu Yanwang's residence, Ye Tingmu went to see Chao Xiao.
On a certain mountaintop, a gentle breeze blew, and all the trees bent down. In front of a tombstone, two men stood side by side.
Chao Xiao's two-colored eyes were filled with sadness as he looked at the stone tablet in front of him.
"When she was alive, she always talked about you. She always said that if it weren't for you, she might have died in Yaowang Valley. I heard from Xiao Luo that she was still talking about you before she died..."
Ye Tingmu smiled with a hint of bitterness on his face, "Why, are you jealous of me?"
Chao Xiao couldn't help but chuckle, then changed his tone and said, "I won't go with you this time. I bear the fate of the Nine Provinces and cannot leave the human world. You know that."
Ye Tingmu shrugged, raised his eyebrows and said, "I totally understand."
"Let Luo Luo go with you. As for Tai Ping, Brother Feng also wants him to follow you when he grows up. I'll leave these two little guys to you."
Ye Tingmu nodded heavily and agreed.
"Don't worry, I will take good care of your children, but I'll leave the affairs of this world to you."
"I am here in this world, you can rest assured"
After seeing Chao Xiao, he also paid homage to Bai Luo and left some longevity pills. Then he left the mountain.
It was expected that Chao Xiao would not go to heaven. From the moment he became a saint with the luck of Jiuzhou, he cut off all his retreat routes.
Even if he were to gain eternal life in this life, it would be impossible for him to ascend to heaven. If he had to ascend to heaven, he would take away the fortune of the entire Kyushu.
By then, the country will no longer be a country. He has the world in his heart and absolutely cannot be so cruel.
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