Volume 3, Chapter 86 You should have a name.
This was already the eighth time they had appeared here together, but they both knew very well what this meant.
On the road of reincarnation, in the boundless sea of stars, the old man is still fishing in the galaxy, trying to dispel the loneliness and solitude of thousands of years.
Looking at Ye Tingmu who appeared there again, the old man frowned as he did in the previous times.
"This time, it should be over."
The Son of Twin Spirits was at a higher level than him, so he could not detect its existence, but he could deduce that Ye Tingmu had gained some kind of luck here, and this luck made the situation confusing.
At the same time, he could also guess what Ye Tingmu in front of him had done in these few hundred years.
He appeared here eight times, each time emerging from a different vortex.
The six vortexes, the six reincarnations, he knew what this meant at once.
He had never tried to suddenly realize the law of reincarnation in this way, but he could feel that Ye Tingmu had already possessed the power of immortality, and breaking through to immortality was just a matter of thought.
It takes only a genius to understand reincarnation after six hundred years.
At least he is much stronger than he was back then. If an immortal who is less than ten thousand years old is really born, it will definitely cause a sensation in the starry sea and the eternal fairyland.
He was looking forward to Ye Tingmu breaking through immortality here, and he was also looking forward to what kind of expressions the heavens and the Eternal Immortal Realm would have when they knew that he had broken through immortality in less than ten thousand years.
At the beginning of the road of reincarnation, Ye Tingmu stood there for a long time without moving.
But the Son of the Twin Spirits spoke.
"Walk with me for a while, complete this last stretch of the journey, and then we'll say goodbye."
All good things must come to an end. Everything in the world has life and death, and there must be separation.
Ye Tingmu nodded calmly.
"good."
This was destined to be a separation, a separation between two species, between two strong beings. For them, the reluctance was self-evident.
The path of reincarnation is not long. For them, it only takes one thought to complete it.
But at this moment, Ye Tingmu was still walking very slowly, even slower than the thousands of emotionless wandering souls around him who were like zombies.
The son of the two spirits did not urge him.
"By the way, don't you like writing poetry? Could you write one for me, a farewell poem?"
"Um...actually I'm not very good at writing, but my sister is pretty good."
"But what I discovered in their memories is that you are so talented, why are you so humble? Someone named Bai also has you in his memories. When I devoured him, he had tens of thousands of poems in his mind, but only 521 in particular remained fresh in his memory. He was most reluctant to let go of them when I peeled them away. And weren't those all from your mouth?"
Speaking of old friends, Ye Tingmu missed them in his heart. The person that the Son of Twin Spirits was referring to must be the literary saint Liu Bai. When they talked that day, he recited more than 500 Tang and Song poems, which emptied all his family savings.
He smiled and said, "Since you know this, then he should have some memory of where my poem came from."
The Son of Two Spirits denies it.
"I don't know. I didn't pay much attention to him. I just thought he was interesting, so I had some impression of him. Then I remembered him when I met you."
Ye Tingmu rubbed the tip of his nose. There was nothing to hide between friends, so he spoke frankly.
"Actually, I copied all those poems. I can't write them myself. How can I have so much time to write poems? The first half of my life was busy with life, and the second half was busy with cultivation."
He shrugged, expressing his helplessness about the past. He did like these things, but in his 9,000-year life span, he did not have the time, or the leisure to look at these things.
He had hardly read any of the books of sages.
As he himself said, after traveling through time, he spent the first half of his life raising four children, and he never dared to take a day off. He was either making money or on the way to make money. He was either thinking about how to make money or thinking about how to make money.
Later, he had no shortage of money, but he had so many enemies, each of whom was stronger than him, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment along the way.
When I was in the human world, the pressure of cultivation was small, but I was thinking about how to deal with those enemies.
Every day I think about how to trick others, or how to avoid being tricked by others.
Later, when I went to heaven, the system no longer played a big role in my cultivation, so I began to rely on myself to gain enlightenment.
In the limited time, in order to find a place to watch chess as soon as possible and reunite with his family, he did not dare to rest for even a single day.
Every day I either practice or seek enlightenment.
You can imagine how busy he is.
The Son of Two Spirits did not refute him, but just pondered for a moment, searching in his mind.
After a long while, he finally spoke, "Even so, I will copy one sentence and give it to you, how about that?"
"Oh, I'd like to hear more about it."
"It's hard to meet, and hard to part. The east wind is weak, and the flowers are withered. How about this? This is the most suitable sentence among the memories I have devoured, expressing my longing for you."
The little guy's chats are always very straightforward. After all, he is just one person in the endless years, so he never speaks in so many roundabout ways.
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
It was not for any other reason, but because he had memorized the poem the little guy mentioned before.
He was not only moved, but also thought that in the ancient times of Daxia on Earth, those poets could create more than half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty with just a word from their sleeves. This was quite explosive even in the entire universe.
Look, even the controller of this reincarnation circuit has learned it, wow.
Seeing Ye Tingmu's reaction, the Son of the Twin Spirits tilted his head.
"Why, inappropriate?"
Ye Tingmu shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I just think that you and I are really destined to be together. Even the poems we copied are from the same plane, hahahaha."
The Son of the Two Spirits became interested.
"really?"
"nature."
"Maybe this is what it means to be in sync with each other, haha."
"No problem."
The two of them were still chatting, and under the dim sky, at this moment, they were not alone.
"Actually, I've always thought that you should have a name."
Upon hearing this, the Son of the Twin Spirits' blood-red eyes rolled around.
"A name? That's a great suggestion. I think I should have one, too." He paused slightly, hovering in front of Ye Tingmu and said solemnly, "You seem to be really good at naming. Didn't you name your brother and sister? Why don't you give me one?"
Ye Tingmu was stunned for a moment and refused immediately.
"No, no, no, this is inappropriate. You are the son of two spirits, the master of the path of reincarnation. It is inappropriate for a small person like me to name you."
The Son of the Two Spirits was puzzled.
"What's inappropriate? You're my only friend. What? Do you look down on me?"
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