"It's absolutely true." Lao Immortal replied: "If there is even half of a sentence that is false, the great pessimism will never have peace and the inheritance will be cut off."
Good guy, it's hard for Dugu Changkong not to believe it after he has said this.
He stared deeply at the old immortal with mixed emotions.
"Why didn't I realize you were so courageous before?"
Dugu Changkong sighed.
"You and I have rarely talked to each other, so naturally we don't understand each other."
Old Immortal said.
"If the Qing Sect really takes away all the resources, the Great Pessimism will inevitably fall."
Dugu Changkong is still testing. As long as Lao Bu Sheng shows something wrong, he will definitely be suspicious and will not take it seriously.
"It is better to decline than to destroy the sect. Moreover, if future generations have the ability, they can slowly accumulate resources and rebuild the family business."
For the sake of the pessimistic future, the old man would rather let the sect decline than to have all his disciples be destroyed. The ending of complete slaughter.
Dugu Changkong was silent.
The cave is quiet and you can hear a needle drop.
The two old guys are almost 60,000 years old in total. The city is very deep and each has its own agenda.
After a long time, Dugu Changkong raised his head and asked, "Is there any wine?"
"Uh-huh."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lao Immortal's mouth, and with a wave of his sleeves, two bottles of good wine appeared on the table: "The best Liu Nanchun has collected it with a secret method. Tens of thousands of years old, it is extremely fragrant and hard to find in the world."
"Then I have to give it a try."
Dugu Changkong opened the seal of the wine.
In an instant, the strong aroma of wine spread to everywhere in the cave, filling the tip of the nose, making people feel tipsy just by smelling it.
"Drink slowly, this wine is not much."
Seeing Dugu Changkong drinking heavily, the old man warned with a little distress.
"You have given the entire Great Pessimism foundation to Qingzong, and you still care about a little drink?" Dugu Changkong joked: "Besides, you will die in a few days, I will drink more for you, so as not to be taken away by you. Into the coffin, wasted."
"..."
That makes sense.
The old man was speechless.
The two looked at each other and drank from their glasses. Although they didn't speak, they looked at each other and smiled.
In a trance, they returned to their youthful days, full of high spirits and guiding the country.
A person who sticks to his true heart for the sake of Qing Zong, remains a child throughout his life, and walks through the world of mortals without being stained by a single cloud.
For the sake of the woman he loved, he never married. He would often secretly go to the woman's grave to pay homage, sighing and speechless.
The two are love rivals, but not real enemies.
If there were no grudges over love affairs, the two parties would surely become very good friends or even confidants.
"Hey! I take it that you agreed." After
drinking for three rounds, the old man put down his glass, his words were a little uneasy, for fear that Dugu Changkong would not agree.
"Two conditions."
Dugu Changkong stretched out two fingers.
"Say."
The old man was in awe, and his whole body tensed.
"First, half of the family fortune is pessimistic."
Dugu Changkong said.
"Okay."
Old Immortal nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Half of the family's wealth is already very good. Even though the great pessimism has caused a lot of damage, the fundamentals are still there and we can slowly recover.
"Second, I want Great Pessimism to protect Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan at all costs. Even in the face of powerful enemies from all walks of life, Great Pessimism must stick to this point."
This is Dugu Changkong's true purpose.
Resolving grudges can be discussed. The prerequisite is to have the courage to make enemies of the strongest in the world so that the descendants of Qing Zong can grow up.
Hearing this, the old man fell silent.
It's not that he refuses to agree, but that he can't guarantee it.
Waiting for the death of the old immortal, if a pessimistic person goes against the law and does one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes, wouldn't it be a violation of the agreement? At that time, the old immortal has become a corpse, so what can be done to restrain the people in the sect.
Even if the pessimistic executives are forced to take an oath, it will be difficult to prevent people's hearts.
"The second condition, I hope Great Pessimism can achieve it, but it's difficult to guarantee."
Old Immortal sighed.
"It all depends on your ability." Dugu Changkong understood the dilemma of Lao Bu Die. The huge sect has many factions, and they are not all of the same mind: "It won't be long before my life will come to an end. If I want to resolve the great pessimism Gratitudes and grievances will naturally be judged by the descendants of Qingzong. If Great Pessimism fails to fulfill the agreement with all his heart, it will be the descendants of the future generations who will resolve the matter." "The
people are gone. I wonder if the descendants of the future generations will listen to the words of a bad old man like me."
Lao Bu Die really wants to keep the Great Pessimism alive for a long time. With his eyesight, he can see that Qing Zong's rise is unstoppable. If we don't settle the old grudges with Qing Zong, there may be no great pessimism in the future.
There are too many first-rate forces in the imperial state. Once the foundation of the thirty-six sects is affected, countless first-rate forces will step on them and rise to power.
"That's your business."
Dugu Changkong said softly while sipping the wine.
"I will try my best."
Old Immortal muttered.
"The descendants of the Qingzong have clear grievances. If the great pessimist is really willing to repent in the future, I believe the ending will not be bad."
At the beginning, Dugu Changkong wanted to train a successor to keep the Qingzong popular, and that person was Wu Junyan . Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyuan suddenly appeared. His talent was so high that it was unparalleled forever and was shocking.
Therefore, Dugu Changkong changed his original plan and planned to lay the foundation for Qingzong while he still had the strength to fight.
Although this move will push Qingzong, Chen Qingyuan and others to the top of the wave, with many crises, it will also encourage Chen Qingyuan to grow up as quickly as possible, which has advantages and disadvantages.
"When a person dies, does he disappear into smoke, or does he go to the legendary Hades?"
The old man changed the subject.
The power of reincarnation is all laid out before death, leaving a soul mark before reincarnation.
Most living beings leave behind a withered skeleton after death, slowly being buried by time and no one remembers them.
"I don't know."
Dugu Changkong had also thought about this question before, but it was hard to find an answer.
"You said, is there a way to live forever in this world?"
As he drank the spiritual wine, there was a hint of yearning in the old immortal's eyes, longing for the great road to heaven.
The method of immortality...
Dugu Changkong was silent.
Looking at ancient and modern times, even those as powerful as the Great Emperor only have a life span of 100,000 years.
There should be no such thing as the Tao of Immortality!
Even if it does exist, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people in this world.
"After I die, will I see Yan'er..."
When people are about to die, they miss the beautiful years of their youth. Lao Bu Sheng and Yan Er have known each other since they were young. They have secretly developed feelings for each other and have been pursuing them.
Later, Dugu Changkong came to Dizhou, and a group of people unexpectedly met in a secret realm.
He adored her, and she was interested in someone else.
No one has achieved anything, and I feel regretful.
After three rounds of drinking, I became very drunk.
"Old guy, to be honest, I really envy you and admire you."
Lao Bushu stared at Dugu Changkong and suddenly laughed, his voice hoarse.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
Dugu Changkong smiled slightly and raised his glass.
"We're lucky together."
The old man used all his strength to pick up the wine glass on the table and grinned. All his teeth have long since fallen out, his mouth is completely black, and he has a dead look on his face, indicating that he will not live long.
In a daze, the two of them recalled the scene of their first meeting. They were in their prime and high-spirited.