Ten thousand times return, I am a mentor in the Novice Village

When Sun Xiaokong appeared at the base of the Dragon Country Third Army with the corpse of King Dinghai on his back, everyone was shocked.

More than ten days had passed.

They all thought that Sun Xiaokong had died in the battle, but they did not expect that Sun Xiaokong not only came back, but also brought back the corpse of King Dinghai.

The death of King Dinghai made the atmosphere of the entire Third Army heavy.

Although they had previously guessed that King Dinghai had fallen, when they saw it with their own eyes, they still could not hide the surging emotions in their hearts.

The entire Dragon Country Third Army, including the Corps Marshal Chongming King, had been a junior who had been taken care of by King Dinghai.

Everyone consciously made way.

Sun Xiaokong walked forward step by step with the corpse of King Dinghai on his back.

Wherever he passed, the soldiers all bowed their heads in solemnity.

Walking on the flat road, Sun Xiaokong had never felt that his steps were so heavy as at this moment.

King Shuiyue also followed behind him holding the blood-stained Shuiyue Sword.

They walked for a long time.

Sun Xiaokong raised his head. In front of him was the entrance to the Blue Star from the battlefield of the two worlds. From there, he would be outside Dinghai Wangcheng and see Hai Lao's home.

Today's Dinghai Wangcheng is extremely prosperous.

But it was just a rotten land that was almost broken. Dinghai Wang was invited by the government to sit here.

He sat there for three hundred years.

He was more like an old father, watching Dinghai Wangcheng grow up to this day.

There are countless geniuses in the later era. In the process of accompanying Dinghai Wangcheng's growth, the elderly Dinghai Wang was surpassed by others, but his significance to Dinghai Wangcheng is unmatched by anyone.

The old father is about to return to his child's new home.

Sun Xiaokong walked towards the entrance of the space step by step.

At the moment he was about to step into the entrance, a uniform voice came from the back.

"Salute!!"

Chongming Wang stood at the forefront of the army, holding his head high and offering a military salute that represents high respect.

All the soldiers in the back did the same.

"All the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom Third Army, welcome King Dinghai home!"

"All the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom Third Army, welcome King Dinghai home!!"

"All the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom Third Army, welcome King Dinghai home!!!"

Thousands of soldiers bowed their heads.

The low, thunderous voice echoed between heaven and earth.

The heavy emotions hit everyone's chest.

Sun Xiaokong turned around, tears already welling up in his eyes. He raised his trembling hands, saluted the soldiers of the Third Army, turned around resolutely, and stepped into the space channel.

When the light reappeared, Sun Xiaokong appeared at the entrance garrison base.

The stationed garrison obviously knew the situation inside. He held the communicator and shouted with all his strength: Brothers and sisters of the King's City, the Governor is back!

Everyone, let us escort the Governor home. "

Behind Sun Xiaokong, more and more soldiers followed.

Ahead was the Dinghai King City.

Although it was dark at this time, the lights of the thousands of houses in the king city could still illuminate the way home.

The noise became louder and louder, alarming the people in the king city. Countless people poured out of their homes, and the roads were filled with people.

Some people didn't know what was going on. They only heard someone shouting "The King of Dinghai is back." Looking outside, they saw a young man carrying an old man on his back, dragging heavy steps forward.

Suddenly, two figures rushed out of the crowd.

They knelt on the ground with a plop, tears streaming down their rough faces. They were the two disciples of the King of Dinghai, Yongyuan Hou and Chang'an Hou.

"Teacher! ! "

At this moment, the two veterans knelt on the ground, crying heart-wrenchingly, like children.

When Sun Xiaokong looked forward, the whole street was full of people, and the lights of thousands of houses lit up the dark sky, brighter than the day.

"Hai Lao, did you see it?"

Sun Xiaokong burst into tears.

"Tonight, thousands of lights are lit for you."

"Today!"

"The streets are empty, welcoming you home. "

He walked step by step to the sealed Dinghai Palace. With the departure of the Dinghai King, the palace became empty. Hai Lao's family was full of loyal heroes.

A hundred years ago, after his grandson died in the battlefield between the two worlds, Hai Lao's family had no descendants.

But Hai Lao was not abandoned.

At this moment, the entire Dinghai City was his home.

Xu Xuan's figure appeared in the crowd. He did not disturb his disciples. He stood there silently and watched his disciples send Hai Lao's body to the mourning hall.

Chang'an Hou and Yongyuan Hou came up with grief.

Sun Xiaokong took out the information scroll left by Hai Lao and handed it to the two of them, saying in a deep voice: "Hai Lao has no descendants in the world. You two are Hai Lao's direct disciples, so this thing will be given to you.

This is also the only thing left by Hai Lao. "

Chang'an Hou stepped forward and took the scroll, "Since it is an information scroll, I think it is some self-narration left by the teacher, so open it and let everyone see it! "

Marquis Yongyuan also said: "The teacher was open-minded all his life. I think the only thing he cared about before his death was the royal city."

Under the gaze of countless people, Marquis Chang'an activated the information scroll.

The last trace of King Dinghai's spiritual imprint left in this world was activated.

In mid-air, the shadow of King Dinghai slowly emerged.

"The descendants of the human race, when you see this, I will be dead."

He coughed twice, probably because he was already at the end of his strength when recording the information scroll.

"Don't be sad."

"Death is nothing to me."

"In April of the new calendar year 501, King Dinghai of the Dragon Kingdom entered the semi-god realm and killed the Hydra King of Luolan Star."

"Everyone remember, I, King Dinghai, did not die in a cowardly way, hahaha..."

The laughter gradually faded.

Everyone was filled with grief.

The spiritual imprint of King Dinghai became weaker and weaker.

"Okay, descendants of the human race."

"I, the old man, am really leaving this time. If you are moved, you must not cry in front of me. People will die anyway."

He looked up.

At that time, he was looking at the rolling dark river.

At this moment, he was looking at the lights of the Dinghai King City.

The King Dinghai's eyes became soft and kind, as if he was really looking at everyone, "Where I fall, another person will stand up.

The road I haven't finished will definitely be continued by someone else.

Just like the wind of the blue star will not stop, the flag of the Dragon Kingdom will always fly in the wind.

King Dinghai will not return to the sea today, and is willing to sacrifice his blood for the prosperity of the human race.

May the mountains and rivers be safe and the light shine for thousands of years!!"

The shadow dissipated.

The breeze blew, bringing tears to countless people in Dinghai Wangcheng.

In the crowd, Xu Xuan stood there in a daze, his inner sense of belonging was being pulled towards this world bit by bit.

He bowed with the crowd.

Tonight, King Dinghai rests forever!

Tonight, the Wangcheng does not sleep!

May the mountains and rivers be safe and the light shine for thousands of years!