professional immortal master

Chapter 198 The Old Man
Returning to his own house alone, Master Yaoyang looked a little tired.

As the leader of the Yaoyang Sect and the mainstay of the entire Yaoyang Sect, he must be strong and calm in front of outsiders. No matter what thoughts he has in his heart, he must maintain an unfazed expression.

Because his words and deeds may affect thousands of people in the entire sect.

But in private, when there are no other outsiders around, he doesn't have to do this, he can let go of his disguise.

He's actually tired.

Also very weak.

He left the Central Plains angrily and vowed never to come back, but now he had to return to the Central Plains. With his pride, how could he calm down in his heart? The complex emotions in his heart were far beyond the comprehension of others.

Everyone envied him to have a relationship with Sunset Mountain, but in fact, he was the last thing he wanted to have a relationship with Sunset Mountain, never in his life!
"Everything in the world is always so helpless..."

Sighing slowly, he walked into the house alone.

Now that the mountain gate is newly established, many things have not been properly arranged, and there are no attendants in his house.

But alone, he didn't feel uncomfortable.

He walked through the courtyard and came to the cabinet, but just as he was about to step into the inner hall, he couldn't help but froze.

Looking up, he saw the old man sitting on the main seat in the inner hall. He opened his mouth wide, and there was an expression of shock that could not be concealed on his face.

The old man was wearing a very ordinary blue gown, made of silk and satin, which seemed to have been around for some years, and the corners could even be seen to be a bit worn out. His hair was all white without a trace of black, and he sat there motionless, like an old clock. It also gives people an unshakable feeling.

A strange breath filled the entire space.

If it is just an ordinary person, it will only treat this old man as an ordinary old man, but if it is a monk with a high level of cultivation, he will feel unimaginable coercion here.

It's an indescribable feeling.

As for Master Yaoyang, the mood at this moment is indescribable, because he never thought that the other party would appear here, or in other words, he never thought that the other party would come to him on his own initiative.

Based on his understanding of the old man, stubbornness and pride almost accounted for most of his personality. How could such a person condescend to come to him.

So the shock in his heart was unimaginable. For a moment, he even forgot his anger and resentment from the past, leaving him with only a strong sense of incomprehension...

"Why, don't you come in?"

The old man spoke slowly.

The tone was not kind, but it was gentle.

Master Yaoyang knows that this is already quite a rare tone.

Generally speaking, the commanding tone of voice is the most common situation for the elderly.

Of course, he also has such qualifications.

Immortal Yaoyang was in a very complicated mood for a while, he didn't say much, he didn't know what to say, he hesitated for a while, and finally walked into the inner hall.

"What, you still hate me?"

the old man asked again.

The look he looked at Master Yaoyang was also a little complicated.

His cultivation level reaches the sky and he is not afraid of heaven and earth. Looking at the entire continent, there are not many things that embarrass him, but this guy in front of him really makes him helpless.

"What do you say?"

Master Yaoyang raised his head and asked calmly.

"I admit that my promise back then was indeed a failure. I said I would never come back, but I'm still back now. You win, what do you want?" A sneer appeared on his face involuntarily, and Master Yaoyang had no intention of coming back. Afraid to look at it.

There was a trace of sullenness in the old man's eyes.

But after pondering for a while, he still sighed helplessly, and said slowly, "Among us, what's the point of whoever loses and who wins?"

"That incident back then..."

"I don't want to mention what happened back then!" Before the old man could finish speaking, the real Yaoyang stood up abruptly and shouted angrily.

The old man looked up at him in shock.

She didn't seem to expect him to talk to her like this.

There were many expressions on the old face, including shock, helplessness, and sadness...

Seeing his reaction like this, Master Yaoyang felt a bit of soreness in his heart, after all he couldn't bear it anymore, sat down again, and repeated in a low voice, "I don't want to talk about the past."

"Okay, then don't say it."

The old man nodded and agreed.

"Since you are back, no matter what, I will still be your father."

"I don't force you to join Sunset Mountain, nor do I force you to do anything. If...I mean if, you need any help, you can ask me."

"Even if it's not for yourself, it can be for your sect."

"There is also this bottle of elixir, which can restore the hidden wounds in your body. Please accept it." As he spoke, without seeing what the old man did, a dark purple medicine bottle suddenly appeared on the table. Even though the cork was not opened, There was also an astonishing spiritual energy spreading, and it was obvious that this was no ordinary elixir.

However, Master Yaoyang shook his head.

Instead he laughed.

The old man was puzzled.

"If it was a few months ago, this bottle of elixir might still be useful to me, but now...it's no longer necessary." Master Yaoyang spoke slowly, and his mood suddenly became extremely cheerful. Perhaps in his heart, this was his first once again gained the upper hand.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then glanced away, and nodded suddenly, "So you have found a solution, it seems that I am troubled."

Smiling to himself, the old man said nothing nonsense and immediately put the elixir away again.

Afterwards, Master Yaoyang stopped talking.

The old man had nothing to say.

The two sat quietly like this, and sat in silence for a while.

After a while, the old man sighed, and finally stood up, "I know you don't want to see me, so I'm leaving."

While talking, the old man walked out of the hall step by step.

Staggering, no different from other ordinary old people who are old and frail.

Looking at his back, Master Yaoyang couldn't help feeling a bit of guilt in his heart.

Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and he stood up immediately.

The old man seemed to be aware of it and stopped, vaguely expecting something.

"I have a disciple named Gu Cheng. He joined Sunset Mountain. I hope... I hope you can help him if you can..." If it is for other people, even for himself, Yaoyang will not open it. This mouth, but his only disciple, he is willing to do this.

"Your disciple?"

The old man turned his head, and his old face seemed to have regained some vitality. He did not have any impatience or boredom towards Master Yaoyang's request. Instead, he seemed happy to hear such a request.

He nodded, "I made a note."

There was no promise or guarantee, because there was no need for this between them.

The old man didn't stop any longer and quickly walked out of the inner hall and left the Yaoyang Sect's Shanmen base.

As for how he came and how he left, there are so many people in the entire Yaoyang faction, but no one knows...

(End of this chapter)