Tian Yuan

"Qingzong's future is determined by itself."

Dugu Changkong took a deep look at Chen Qingyuan and said meaningfully.

"Have you really decided?"

Chen Qingyuan clenched his hands tightly, and there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

"This old man has lived for so long, it's time to make amends. I hope that after death, I can see the ancestors of the Qingzong."

About to go to Moyuan, Dugu Changkong didn't feel the slightest panic or fear in his heart, on the contrary, he was very calm and thoughtful.

If it weren't for leaving hope and laying a foundation for Qingzong, Dugu Changkong would have long since given up on living in the world.

Living is a kind of torture for him.

"Disciple...understood."

Chen Qingyuan saw the resolute look in the old man's eyes, stopped talking, and bowed again.

"People are mortal, don't be sad."

Dugu Changkong showed a benevolent smile, and the room was filled with the fragrance of tea and mist.

Wu Junyan naturally knew about Moyuan.

When he learned that Master was about to go to Demon Yuan, Wu Junyan was very depressed, even more reluctant than Chen Qingyuan and others.After all, all his abilities are taught by his master, and he has deep feelings.

These days, Wu Junyan seldom practiced, and always stayed by the old man's side, pouring tea and water for him, without words.

The old man understood Wu Junyan's reluctance, so he didn't urge him to practice, and enjoyed this short time with master and apprentice, and there will be no more in the future.

"The pessimistic old man is about to die."

One day, a piece of news spread to every corner of Dizhou, causing quite a disturbance.

One of the 36 sects of the Imperial State, it is located in the Weijie Starfield, not very far from the Qingzong.

"Old Ancestor, this is an invitation from Great Pessimism."

An elder came quickly, holding a jade slip in his hand.

Outside Qingzong's mountain gate, several pessimistic core elders were waiting, the sadness on their faces could not be concealed.Obviously, the death of the old man is a fact, irreversible.

"I didn't expect this guy to be one step ahead of the old man."

Dugu Changkong took the jade slip, and with a touch of spirituality, he penetrated into the jade slip, and saw the invitation written by Lao Bushi himself.

There are only a few days left in his life, and the pessimistic old man wants 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, worried.

"No." Dugu Changkong said: "If all sects want to work together to deal with the old man, a few people will have to die. Now that the Moyuan is in chaos, it's too late for them to beg me, so why would they set up an ambush?"

"Anyway, I don't believe in those holy land ancient religions." Chen Qingyuan didn't like the many forces in the Dizhou, 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 the business of you young people. Now, I'd better go to the Great Pessimism!"

Dugu Changkong got up slowly, his body was old and looked very weak, he couldn't walk a few steps.

Old acquaintances are about to dissolve, no matter whether they were enemies or friends in the past, they have to give them a ride.

What's more, the content of the invitation jade slips is very sincere, one mouthful of brother Dugu, for fear of making Dugu Changkong unhappy with inappropriate words.

"You two boys, do you want to go for a walk?"

Dugu Changkong set his sights on 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 bills in the future.

This is what Chen Qingyuan thought.

"Ah."

Wu Junyan was wearing a plain long gown, his mind was very simple, he wanted to spend more time with Master.

"Come on, let's go out and get some air."

I saw Dugu Changkong waved his big sleeves, rolled up Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, and disappeared.

Outside the mountain gate, a cold voice reached the ears of the pessimistic elders: "The old man is gone, I won't wait for you."

After several elders heard this, they hurriedly bowed and saluted, with great fear and sincerity.

The Great Pessimism is located on the top of a fairy mountain, surrounded by mountains, surrounded by fairy mist, and inhabited by hundreds of beasts.

This place is full of spiritual flavors, sometimes a thousand birds walk together, singing crisply; sometimes there are cranes soaring, shuttling through the sea of ​​clouds, leaving many afterimages.

An ancient temple stands on the top of the mountain, as if it is at the same level as the sky. A huge golden needle is inserted on the top of the Taoist temple, which attracts the aura of heaven and earth to gather. The rays of light cover a large area, making the whole ancient temple shine.

"I've seen Senior Dugu."

With the arrival of Dugu Changkong, the high-level officials of the Great Pessimism all showed up and respected them very much.

"Exemption."

Dugu Changkong looked indifferent.

"The old thing hasn't died yet!"

In front of everyone, Dugu Changkong spoke out.

"The ancestor still has a breath, please come in, senior."

The pessimistic Holy Master did not dare to show any anger, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" ceremony.

"These two old juniors came with them, and I troubled your lord to give them a place to stay."

Dugu Changkong said.

"Don't worry, senior."

Great Pessimism arranged special people to entertain Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, and they will not neglect.

The two of them have the special imprint of Dugu Changkong. Once they are in danger, they will activate the seal to protect them.

A green hill with a cave halfway up the hill.

From the outside, the cave is dark, gloomy and cold, and staring at it for a long time will make people feel uncomfortable.

The Great Compassion Patriarch lives in seclusion in the cave, and the end has come.

"whoosh"

Dugu Changkong rode the wind and walked directly into the cave.

Sensing the aura of the old acquaintance, Patriarch Dabei released the heavy restrictions, set up the tea, and waited quietly.

At the end of the cave, hundreds of spirit beads hung in the air, dispelling the darkness and illuminating every corner of the cave.

"sit."

The old immortal has lived for nearly 3 years, and he is the pillar of the 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 his heart was touched.

"It seems that you really don't have a few days to live."

When he came to the cave, Dugu Changkong took a good look at the old man, his body was thin, his skin was darkened and had countless dark spots, there was no trace of blood in his body, the flesh on his face was tightly attached to the bones, his eye sockets were sunken, like a mummy, It looks creepy.

"Cough cough cough...Finally lost to this thief!"

Lao Bushi was weak with his voice and coughed continuously.By virtue of his immense power, he forcibly postponed his life for a few days to meet his old friend.

"No matter how magnificent the characters are in the ancient books, they have to come to this step. The power of the years 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 Lao Bushi, and said with emotion.

"You and I have known each other for so many years, it seems that we have never sat down to drink tea or taste a bar!"

The old man is dying, and there are not many things he wants to do, one of which is to sit and drink tea with Dugu Changkong.

"This is the Baiyun Dao tea that I have treasured for many years, you... have a taste."

Lao Bushi pointed to the fragrant tea on the table and said hoarsely.