"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 even after he 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."
The old man said.
"If Qing Zong really takes away all the resources, the Great Pessimism will inevitably decline."
Dugu Changkong is still testing. As long as Lao Busheng shows something is wrong, he will definitely be suspicious and will not take it seriously.
"It is better to decline than to destroy the clan. Moreover, if future generations have the ability, they can slowly accumulate resources and rebuild the family business again."
For the sake of a pessimistic future, Lao Immortal would rather let the sect decline than end up with all his disciples being slaughtered.
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 while, Dugu Changkong raised his head and said, "Do you have any wine?"
"Shua"
A slight smile appeared on the corner of the old immortal's mouth, and with a wave of his sleeves, two bottles of fine wine appeared on the table: "The finest Liu Nanchun has been collected using secret methods for tens of thousands of years. It is extremely fragrant and hard to find in the world."
"Then I have to have a good taste."
Dugu Changkong opened the wine seal.
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 isn't much."
Seeing Dugu Changkong drinking heavily, Lao Bushu admonished with a little heartache.
"You gave Qingzong the entire foundation of the Great Pessimism, 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."
"..."
Makes sense.
The old man was speechless.
The two looked at each other, raised their glasses and drank. Although they did not speak, they looked at each other and smiled.
In a trance, they returned to their youth, high-spirited and leading 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 often secretly went to pay homage to the woman's grave, sighing in silence.
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 thought you agreed."
After drinking for three rounds, Lao Bu Si put down his glass and spoke with a hint of apprehension, fearing that Dugu Changkong would not agree.
"Two conditions."
Dugu Changkong stretched out two fingers.
"you say."
The old man was in awe, and his whole body tensed.
"First, half of the family fortune is pessimistic."
Dugu Changkong said.
"Can."
The old man nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Half of the family's financial resources are already very good. Although the great pessimism has broken our muscles and bones, the fundamentals are still there and we can slowly recover.
"Second, I want Great Pessimism to defend Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan at all costs. Even when facing powerful enemies from all walks of life, Great Pessimism must stick to this point."
This is the true purpose of Dugu Changkong.
Resolving grievances can be discussed. The premise is that you must have the courage to make enemies of the strongest in the world and let the descendants of Qingzong 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 will and does one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes, then wouldn't it be a violation of the agreement. At that time, the old immortal will be a corpse, so what can be used to restrain the people in the sect.
Even if the pessimistic executives are forced to make an oath, it will be difficult to prevent people's hearts.
"The second condition, I hope the great pessimism can be achieved, but it is difficult to guarantee."
The old man sighed.
"It 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 the great pessimist fails to fulfill the agreement with all his heart, it will be the descendants of the descendants who will resolve the matter."
"The building is empty. I wonder if future generations will listen to what I, a bad old man, say."
Lao Bu Die really wants to keep the Great Pessimism alive for a long time. With his eyesight, he can see that Qingzong's rise is unstoppable. If we don't settle the old grudges with Qingzong, 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 take over.
"That's your business."
Dugu Changkong sipped the wine and said softly.
"I will try my best."
The old man muttered.
"The descendants of Qing Zong have clear grievances. If Da Pessimism is really willing to repent in the future, I believe the outcome will not be bad."
At the very beginning, Dugu Changkong wanted to train a successor to keep the Qingzong alive, and that person was Wu Junyan. Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyuan suddenly appeared, and 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, which is slowly buried by time and no one remembers them.
"have no idea."
Dugu Changkong has also thought about this question before, but it is hard to find an answer.
"Tell me, is there a way to live forever in this world?"
While drinking the spirit wine, there was a hint of yearning in Lao Immortal's eyes, longing for the great road to heaven.
Immortality method...
Dugu Changkong was silent.
Looking at ancient and modern times, even those as powerful as the Great Emperor only have a lifespan of 100,000 years.
The Tao of Immortality should not exist!
Even if it does exist, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people in this world.
"Can I see Yan'er after I die..."
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 admired her, but she was devoted to another person.
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."
The old man 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.
"Blessed together."
The old man used all his strength to pick up the wine glass on the table and grinned. All his teeth had fallen out, his mouth was completely black, and he had a dead look on his face. He was going to die soon.
In a daze, the two of them recalled the scene of their first meeting, when they were in their prime and full of high spirits.