"Okay."
Dugu Changkong nodded, raising his glass and drinking without worrying about being poisoned.
After a brief taste, he commented: "It's really good. No wonder you hid it until now and are now willing to share it." "
I'm already like this, and you're still hurting me."
The old man forced a smile.
"If I don't hurt you now, I won't have a chance in the future."
Dugu Changkong said.
"To be honest, I hated you before." The old man pondered for a while and said from the bottom of his heart.
"What now?"
Dugu Changkong asked.
"I hate it too." Lao Budie stared at Dugu Changkong and said seriously.
The two of them were silent, and the atmosphere in the cave was very dull.
"Alas!"
Suddenly, the old man let out a long sigh.
"I'm almost dead, let's let go of the past!"
Dugu Changkong comforted.
"I don't understand why Yan'er is so in love with you and never gets married."
The Yan'er in the old man's mouth was Dugu Changkong's former admirer.
If nothing happened with Qing Zong, Dugu Changkong would definitely marry Yan'er and become partners, living a happy life. However, for the sake of the sect's will, Dugu Changkong could only reject Yan'er's affection and cultivate Taoism painstakingly, regardless of the mortal world.
For this reason, Dugu Changkong is still a boy, and he has mastered all the Qingzong Taoism. Looking at the world, it is difficult to defeat him. It was precisely because of this that he was able to rebuild the Qing Sect. The forces in the world did not dare to act rashly and had to come over to give gifts.
"You are not the same, you have never married in your life."
Dugu Changkong sighed softly.
It's really sad to not be able to love.
If Dugu Changkong accepted Yan'er and didn't let Yan'er live a lonely life, the old man would only be envious and jealous at most, not hateful.
"Actually, we could have become friends."
Lao Immortal recalled the past. The two had met, went into the secret realm to explore opportunities, and even helped each other. Unfortunately, they are love rivals, so their relationship is poor.
"It's not too late to make friends now."
Dugu Changkong smiled slightly.
"Forget it!" Old Immortal snorted softly: "I'm still very unhappy with you."
"If you're unhappy, you're unhappy. You can't do anything to me anyway."
Dugu Changkong didn't care.
"...It makes sense."
Not to mention Lao Immortal's current appearance, even in his prime, he would not be Dugu Changkong's opponent.
"You invited me over, you must have something else to do!"
Dugu Changkong didn't believe it just for a cup of tea.
"Yes." When he mentioned the business, Lao Immortal's tone became a little more solemn, and he mused: "The Great Pessimism owes Qingzong...how to repay it?"
"Decades ago, I invited Thirty The leaders of the six sects discussed the past affairs, but few sects were willing to cooperate sincerely. Now it is not easy for the Great Compassion to resolve this matter."
Dugu Changkong put down his tea cup and looked at him seriously.
"During that time, I was in seclusion to see if I could break through the shackles and live for another thousand years. However, I failed."
The old immortal explained the reason. It was not that he did not want to let the great pessimism take responsibility, but that he missed it.
At that time, the pessimistic Holy Master definitely didn't want to be trapped in Qingzong and lose face, so he naturally turned around and left.
"It's understandable, but it's impossible to determine the cause and effect between the two sects with just a few words."
This is not a personal grudge.
"I know, so I want to discuss a solution with you." The old man thought for a while and said in a low voice: "As long as you leave a little incense to the Great Pessimism, the rest is easy to discuss."
"Just leave a little incense?"
Hearing the sound, Dugu Changkong was shocked and very surprised. He couldn't understand that Lao Immortal dared to be so willing.
"Of course, if possible, I still want to fight for a little more."
Lao Immortal's attitude was very sincere and he kept his posture very low.
"Why?"
Dugu Changkong's eyes were filled with doubts.
"What do you want to ask?"
The old man didn't understand.
"Why are you willing to pay such a high price and not think about the cause and effect between the two sects."
Dugu Changkong pondered.
"To be honest, I didn't plan to do this before. After all, most people are selfish and unwilling to give up their own interests." Old Immortal said truthfully: "It wasn't until I learned that the new blood of Qingzong was so evil that I changed my mind. ."
"That little guy named Chen Qingyuan is the only one in the world with extraordinary talent. If he doesn't die, he will definitely have great achievements in the future. Until then, if the Qingzong wants to be liquidated, the great pessimism will inevitably lead to destruction. "
While there is still a chance at this time, I want to give the great pessimism a glimmer of hope, and at least keep the seeds of hope."
They are all old monsters who have lived for nearly 30,000 years. It is better to say some things clearly, no. It must be hidden and tucked away.
"The other sects don't think so. They are all waiting for me to die so that they can take advantage of Qingzong at will. An eternal monster that has not grown up can be destroyed with a snap of a finger." How could
Dugu Changkong not know the intentions of most sects? .
"Ha." The old immortal sneered: "Those powerful guys are all a group of short-sighted people. As long as a monster like Chen Qingyuan has a chance to survive, his future will not be ordinary. Befriending him will not be ordinary at most. If we have a grudge against him, as long as he survives by chance, there will be endless troubles."
"They think that the current Qingzong is not worth mentioning, and they will easily suppress it after I die."
Dugu Changkong said with a half-smile.
"Having known you for so many years, I must have a backup plan. Besides, there is Buddhism in the East and Daoyi Academy in the Northern Wilderness to protect Chen Qingyuan, so he will definitely not die so easily. The great pessimist does not want to gamble, he just hopes that the incense will not be extinguished. "
The old immortal didn't want to see his descendants make wrong choices, so he forcibly extended his life for a few days and begged to meet Dugu Changkong.
"Even if we have an agreement now, will the Great Pessimism still be implemented after you die?"
Death is like a lamp going out. The old immortal has prestige when he is alive and can control everything about the Great Pessimism. Once he dies, whether what he said before will be useful depends on whether it touches the interests of the top leaders of Great Pessimism.
In order to resolve the cause and effect, the great pessimist must cut off his body and even lose his face.
The promises made by the old man will be difficult for future generations to fulfill.
Dugu Changkong must consider this issue.
"Yes."
The old immortal nodded heavily.
If even this cannot be guaranteed, there is no need to discuss it in detail with Dugu Changkong.
"In that case, how do you want to solve it?"
For the sake of Lao Immortal being so sincere, Dugu Changkong was willing to have a chat.
"There are thirty-seven top-quality spiritual mines in the Great Pessimism, and more than 800 magical mountains of spiritual treasures. The resources in the treasure house have been accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years, and they are countless..."
The old immortal told the details of the great pessimism one by one, and then a glint of light flashed in his eyes, extremely serious: "As long as the grievances between the two sects can be settled, all the details can be taken away by the Qingzong, and only a few spiritual mines and a few treasure mountains can be left behind. , just for future generations to practice."
"Are you... serious?"
Such a big gesture shocked Dugu Changkong and found it hard to believe.