Volume 3, Chapter 65: The dead are gone, and the living move on.
The rescue continued and the casualties were quickly counted. Soon Ye Nian delivered a battle report to Ye Tingmu.
Looking at the battle report in his hand, although it was just a thin piece of paper, Ye Tingmu felt an unprecedented heaviness.
Three thousand one hundred and sixty-five emperors entered the sea boundary, and in one battle, twenty-three hundred and fifteen were killed, and more than three hundred were seriously injured.
Three quarters of the troops were killed in the battle, leaving only 800.
Perhaps only when he sees this battle report can he feel how difficult it was to win this battle.
He inadvertently exerted force with his hand holding the paper, and the paper became wrinkled as the strength in his hand increased.
He looked at the mountains and seas of corpses around him and sighed helplessly. He was still not strong enough to sweep away the enemy army by himself.
Otherwise, there would be more than just these brothers of mine.
As the battle damage was counted and the battlefield cleanup was completed, Qiqi, Fenghe and the others brought the survivors to surround him.
Ye Tingmu's eyes swept around, and the familiar faces were stained with fatigue, sadness, and the tragic heroism after the bloodbath.
But many faces can no longer be seen.
Qingfeng frowned and walked towards him slowly. He held a letter in his hand. On top of the letter was a broken sword, a blood-stained sword, and a piece of torn cloth on top of the sword.
Looking at the broken sword, Ye Tingmu's heart suddenly moved.
He also stood up slowly.
Qingfeng bit her lip, handed the relic in her hand over to him, and whispered, "Brother, this is all we can find."
This time, besides sadness, there was also a hint of self-blame in his eyes, but there was no further trace of self-blame.
Ye Tingmu reached out to take it, his broad palm actually trembled slightly at this moment. He practiced swordsmanship and held swords, his hands never trembled, but at this moment...
His eyes were fixed on the broken sword in his hand. He knew clearly whose relic it belonged to.
He also knew very well that the sword's owner was no longer around.
He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the grief in his heart.
Then he looked at the letter. The envelope was stained with blood, which made the yellowed paper look mottled in another way.
Six large characters are written on it, dotted with scarlet, giving people a different sense of sight.
[A Letter to My Mentor]
With a "rip!" sound, he carefully took out the letter, slowly spread it out and looked at it.
The content is as follows.
Whenever I think of my teacher’s kindness, I feel endless gratitude.
A teacher is someone who is always alive.
Busy with major plans every day, wielding a sword to slash at the sky.
I do not seek peace in this life, but I do seek some righteousness and integrity to bring blessings to all living things.
Today, a great war is ahead, and I am not a talented student.
I am willing to fight for my teacher's ambition and sacrifice my life for him.
Therefore I leave this book behind. If I unfortunately die in battle, it will be my last writing.
The rest of my life is spent in wealth and luxury, but I am a useless person who squanders money and wanders around in brothels.
Fortunately, I met a teacher and became his disciple, which enabled me to enter the upper class, establish fame, and reach a high position in the government.
Climb to the sky to see the vastness of the world and seek long-lasting blessings.
Meeting a teacher is a blessing for the family and for the disciple.
Being able to follow the teacher, see the ups and downs of the world, feel the thrill of life, and have no regrets.
As I write this, I am filled with gratitude and have no way to repay you.
I only hope that thanks to my teacher’s kindness, I can finally get what I want and reach the top of the star road as soon as possible.
Ye Tingmu slowly closed the letter and put it in his arms.
Wan Jin, a former dandy, a playboy who was hated by everyone in Beimang and a local bully.
When he met him, thinking that he had no evil in his heart, he tacitly allowed him to become his disciple.
Then he followed me like a deer, following me all the way.
Although the two treated each other as master and disciple, when you think about it carefully, they have never performed the master-disciple ceremony.
After following me for more than three thousand years, it finally stopped here.
The people around him were looking at him. Perhaps at this moment, they could also feel the ordinary people's sorrow and sadness from Ye Tingmu's eyes.
Even if he is an immortal, he is still a human being.
Ye Tingmu swept his eyes around, looked at them and asked a question.
"Do you regret it?"
The eight hundred survivors were stunned with dazed looks in their eyes. They didn't understand why the Sword Ancestor suddenly asked such a question.
But they quickly shook their heads, and their voices became sparse.
“No regrets.”
Ye Tingmu looked at them, seeing the solemn and depressed expressions on each of their faces.
He spoke again, and this time, he only said eight words.
"The dead are gone, and the living move on."
After saying that, he began to walk forward, and with a wave of his sleeves, he carried the remains of emperors and their relics towards the coast of the Boundary Sea, towards the black palace.
The people behind him were still digesting these words.
The dead are gone, and the living move on.
What it means is clear to every one of them.
The dead are dead, and those who are alive should not be sad, but should carry on with their wishes.
Besides, there is no such thing as immortality in war. They had already thought of this from the moment they stepped into the sea boundary.
“Let’s go…”
Qiqi led everyone to follow the eldest brother.
Back to the black palace.
The woman also sensed their triumph and came to the ruined city wall, dragging her seriously injured body.
Ye Tingmu put away his sadness and put on a warm smile.
Walk towards the figure.
Three thousand eight hundred years, a full three thousand eight hundred years, today my wish finally came true and we meet again.
This day not only heralded the victory of the battle, but also the disappearance of aliens in the sea boundary. At this moment, the Ye family was also reunited again.
His brothers and sisters gathered around him again.
But the price is too heavy.
"elder brother..."
"Why..."
The little girl ran towards him, buried her head in his arms, and whispered softly, telling of her thousand years of longing and concern.
He also rubbed the little girl's head, his smile full of sadness.
I don't know how many times I have rehearsed this scene in my dreams since the day we parted.
Guanqi whispered, "Brother, I miss you guys so much..."
"Brother misses you too."
Qingfeng, Fenghe, Jinghong, Huazhilu, and Dongfang Qingzhu also came up and the group hugged each other.
At this moment, joy dispels and dilutes the sadness of fighting.
Three thousand eight hundred years of non-stop day and night, just to be together today, Ye Tingmu thought, after all, at this moment, it was all worth it.
Star Turtle pursed his lips, "These humans are really an interesting race."
The Frost Dragon sneered, "You don't understand, this is called family love."
Starry Sky Turtle glanced at him and said, "You are just a skeleton, a dead soul. Is it appropriate for you to talk about feelings with me?"
"Feelings are in the heart and have nothing to do with life..."
"Fuck, you really got me wrong, damn it."
Yue Mingfeng stood beside him, his body covered in blood, his sword robe torn to pieces. He looked at the girl in the crowd with a sneer on his face.
At this moment, he got what he wanted.
Guanqi seemed to be aware of his presence and turned to smile sweetly at him.
The moonlight in those eyes illuminated him again. At this moment, for him, drawing the sword day and night was worth it.
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