"The future of Qingzong is determined by itself."
Dugu Changkong stared deeply at Chen Qingyuan and said meaningfully.
"Have you really decided?"
Chen Qingyuan clasped his hands tightly, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
"I've lived for so long, it's time to atone for my sins. I hope that after I die, I can see the ancestors of the Qing Sect."
About to go to the Demon Abyss, Dugu Changkong didn't feel any panic or fear in his heart. Instead, he was very calm. Think clearly.
If it weren't for leaving hope and laying a foundation for Qingzong, Dugu Changkong would have no longer wanted to live in this world.
Living is a kind of torture for him.
"Disciple... I understand."
Chen Qingyuan saw the determined look in the old man's eyes, said nothing more, and bowed again.
"Everyone will die, so don't be sad."
Dugu Changkong showed a kind smile, and the aroma of tea overflowed and the mist filled the room.
Regarding the matter of Moyuan, Wu Junyan naturally knew about it.
When he learned that his master was going to the Demon Abyss, Wu Junyan was in a very low mood, even more reluctant than Chen Qingyuan and others. After all, all his abilities were taught by his master, and he has deep feelings.
These days, Wu Junyan rarely practices any practice, and has been staying with the old man, pouring him tea and water, and staying with him in silence.
The old man understood Wu Junyan's reluctance to give up, so he did not urge him to practice. He just enjoyed this short time between master and disciple, which would never happen again.
"The pessimistic old immortal is about to pass away."
One day, a piece of news spread to every corner of the empire, causing quite a stir.
One of the thirty-six sects of the Imperial State, located in the Weidu Star Region, not very far from the Qing Sect.
"Ancestor, this is the invitation of great pessimism."
An elder came quickly, holding a jade slip in his hand.
Outside the Qingzong's mountain gate, several pessimistic core elders were waiting, the sadness on their faces difficult to conceal. Obviously, the death of the old immortal is a fact and irreversible.
"I didn't expect this guy to be one step ahead of Lao Shi."
Dugu Changkong took the jade slip, penetrated the jade slip with a spiritual thought, and saw Lao Shan's personal invitation.
With only a few days left to live, the pessimistic old man wanted to have a cup of tea with Dugu Changkong and chat for a while.
"Old man, be careful of fraud."
Chen Qingyuan stood on one side and said worriedly.
"No." Dugu Changkong said: "If the various sects want to work together to deal with Lao Chan, a few people have to die. Now that the Demon Abyss is in chaos, it's too late for them to beg me, so how could they set up an ambush." "
Anyway, I don't believe in those holy places . Ancient religion." Chen Qingyuan did not like the many forces in the imperial state and said coldly: "If I stand above the Nine Heavens in the future, I will make those ancient religions pay the price." "
What to do in the future is up to you guys. It's a matter of youth. Now, I'd better go to the Great Pessimism!"
Dugu Changkong stood up slowly, his body was old and he looked very weak, and he couldn't walk a few steps.
An old acquaintance is about to pass away. No matter whether he was a friend or an enemy in the past, he must give him a ride.
Moreover, the content of the invitation slip was very sincere, and it was addressed to Brother Dugu, for fear that inappropriate words would make Dugu Changkong unhappy.
"You two guys, do you want to take a walk?"
Dugu Changkong turned his attention to Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan.
"Go!"
Chen Qingyuan nodded.
Familiarize yourself with the pessimistic route first, so that you won't get lost when collecting accounts in the future.
This is what Chen Qingyuan is thinking.
"Yes."
Wu Junyan was wearing a plain gown. His thoughts were very simple, just to spend more time with his master.
"Let's go out and get some air."
Dugu Changkong waved his sleeves, rolled up Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, and disappeared.
Outside the mountain gate, a cold voice reached the ears of the pessimistic elders: "I'm gone, I won't wait for you."
After hearing this, the elders hurriedly bowed and saluted with fear.
The Great Pessimism is located on the top of a fairy mountain, surrounded by mountains, surrounded by fairy mist and populated by hundreds of beasts.
This place is full of magical flavor. Sometimes there are thousands of birds flying together, chirping crisply; sometimes there are cranes flying through the sea of clouds, leaving behind many afterimages.
An ancient temple stands on the top of the mountain, as if it is level with the sky. A huge golden needle is inserted at the top of the Taoist temple, which attracts the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to gather. The glow covers a large area, making the entire ancient temple shine.
"I have met Senior Dugu."
With the arrival of Dugu Changkong, all the senior officials of Great Pessimism showed up and showed great respect.
"No courtesy."
Dugu Changkong looked indifferent.
"The old guy hasn't died yet!"
Dugu Changkong said bluntly in front of everyone.
"Ancestor still has breath, please come in, senior."
The pessimistic Holy Master did not dare to show the slightest anger, and stretched out his hand to make an "invitation" salute.
"These two old juniors came with me and troubled your noble clan to give them a place to stay,"
Dugu Changkong said.
"Senior, don't worry."
Great Pessimism has arranged for special people to entertain Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, and they will not neglect them.
The two of them have the special mark of Dugu Changkong on their bodies. Once they encounter danger, they activate the mark to protect them.
A green mountain with a cave halfway up the mountain.
Looking from the outside, the cave is dark, dark and cold, and looking at it for a long time will make people feel uncomfortable.
Ancestor Dabei lives in seclusion in a cave, and his time has come.
"Whoosh"
Dugu Changkong came on the wind and walked directly into the cave.
Sensing the aura of an old acquaintance, Ancestor Dabei released the many restrictions, set out the tea, and waited quietly.
At the end of the cave, hundreds of spiritual beads were suspended in the air, dispelling the darkness and illuminating every corner of the cave.
"Sit down."
The old immortal has lived for nearly 30,000 years and is the pillar of great pessimism. He went to Ziyun Mountain before, rode a green bull, and witnessed the scene of Chang Geng Sword Immortal fighting the will of heaven again, and he felt deeply in his heart.
"It seems like you really don't have a few days to live."
When he arrived at the cave, Dugu Changkong took a look at the old man. His body was thin, his skin was darkened with countless black spots, there was no trace of blood in his body, and there was no trace of blood on his face. The flesh was tightly attached to the bones, and the eye sockets were sunken. It looked like a mummy, and it looked horrifying.
"Ahem, cough, cough... I finally lost to this thief!"
The old immortal's voice was weak and he kept coughing. With the help of his vast power, he forcibly extended his life span for a few days and met his old friend.
"No matter how magnificent the characters in the ancient books are, they have all reached this point. The power of time is the real immortality. We are all passers-by and will eventually become a speck of dust in the long river of time, inconspicuous."
Dugu Changkong sat down, looked at each other with Lao Immortal, and said with emotion.
"You and I have known each other for so many years, but it seems that we have never sat down to drink tea or taste a bar!"
The old man was about to die, and there were not many things he wanted to do. One of the things he wanted to do was to sit across from Dugu Changkong and drink tea.
"This is the Baiyundao tea that I have treasured for many years. You... have a taste."
The old man pointed to the fragrant tea on the table and said in a hoarse voice.