The Holy Lord Dongli personally experienced the experiences of the sages of the Qingzong. Knowing that he would die but still continuing to work is not stupid, but a great kindness.
Those who are successful in the art of swordsmanship rarely become evil people. Only those who have a pure heart with the sword can achieve the right path.
Originally, Dongli Holy Master could reach the top of the mountain after more than ten years, but he wanted to slowly realize it, so he succeeded now.
"Drink tea."
Dugu Changkong poured the tea himself.
"Thank you, senior."
Holy Master Dongli bowed his hands in salute, with a trace of guilt on his brows.
"Can you resolve the old grudges of the past?"
After drinking a cup of tea, Dugu Changkong got down to business.
"I wish." Holy Lord Dongli said solemnly: "As long as senior opens his mouth, Dongli Sword Sect will definitely cooperate."
"Return all the resources that were robbed from the Qingzong back then." Dugu Changkong did not speak loudly, he just wanted to get back the things that belonged to the Qingzong.
"It should be so, and we have to compensate."
Holy Lord Dongli nodded and said.
Hearing Daoshan's experience allowed Holy Master Dongli to understand the horror of the Demonic Abyss and understand the price Qing Zong had paid, which made him admire him.
In addition, Holy Lord Dongli also got the opportunity to reach a higher level of swordsmanship, and he is expected to touch the divine bridge in this life.
"The Qing Sect's reconstruction is still shallow. If there are difficulties in the future, how will the Dongli Sword Sect choose?"
Dugu Changkong asked directly.
"I swear with my Taoist heart that no matter what difficulties the Qing Sect faces, the Dongli Sword Sect will definitely help each other and advance and retreat together. If there is any violation, heaven and earth will destroy you, and you will not die a good death."
Holy Lord Dongli immediately stood up and swore a sincere oath.
"I hope Dongli Sword Sect can do this."
With Dugu Changkong's ability, he could see that Holy Lord Dongli was not just showing off, and he felt relieved.
"must."
Holy Lord Dongli nodded heavily.
"Your apprentice is an outstanding person. If you train him well, his future achievements will not be low."
Suddenly, Dugu Changkong changed the topic and remembered the Holy Son who dared to make choices for the Dongli Sword Sect. He had a fearless heart, was upright and brave, and would not run away.
"Junior, please remember this."
A look of relief flashed in the Holy Master's eyes, he had indeed gained a good disciple.
On that day, Dongli Saint Son Jiang Xun boldly asked for a fight, but he took action even though he knew he was not Chen Qingyuan's opponent. He made it clear that he wanted the Sword Sect not to make the same mistake again and again.
Fortunately, the Holy Master is not a pedantic person. He is willing to be trapped in Tingdao Mountain just to lose face.
If it hadn't been for this experience, Holy Master Dongli might not have been able to touch the Divine Bridge in this life.
The enlightenment of the mind is no less than a world-shaking creation.
After a while, Holy Master Dongli left.
On the top of the mountain, the old man was the only one left.
Two days later, the sky was dark and the atmosphere was depressing.
Crash--
Many stars in the Wei Jing Star Territory are all in a desolate scene, and the light rain is pattering, filled with a few rays of sadness.
A piece of news spread to all walks of life, causing quite a shock.
The pessimistic old immortal has passed away!
The whole house was filled with plain materials, and mournful cries resounded.
In the sect, the ancient bells rang continuously for several days to bid farewell to the ancestors.
Many forces sent powerful men to express their condolences to show their respect.
The Qing Sect also sent several elders there. Although their cultivation was weak, not even comparable to that of the true disciples of certain forces, no one dared to look down upon them and sit on top.
In short, until the old man dies, no one in the world will dare to touch Qing Zong.
But how long can the old man hold on?
"well--"
At the top of Tingdao Mountain, Dugu Changkong stood on the edge of the cliff, his body stooped and looking very frail. He looked in the direction of great pessimism, let out a long sigh, and bid farewell to his old friend.
Soon, I will leave this homeland.
Looking at every scenery in Qingzong, the old man felt heavy and had mixed feelings.
He is not afraid of death, he is only worried about whether Qing Zong can survive the many calamities, be reborn in Nirvana, and return to his peak.
In the days that followed, Dugu Changkong was never idle and often taught his disciples how to practice.
Chen Qingyuan's cultivation level has also improved and has reached the peak of the God Transformation Realm.
We are only one step away from the integration stage.
The talent is too terrifying, and the speed of cultivation is naturally slow, far inferior to monsters of the same age.
Currently, Wu Junyan has one foot in the realm of fusion, and he thinks it won't be long before he can become a fusion monk.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.
Dugu Changkong has aged visibly to the naked eye, with increased wrinkles and shriveled skin.
In these years, Dugu Changkong has preached as many as twenty times, and the strength of the elders and disciples has greatly improved.
The seal of the main lineage inheritance has been broken.
In other words, after people of the Qing Sect enter the tribulation period, they will not be hindered and their practice speed will be like that of normal people.
From now on, if Chen Qingyuan wants to know about Qingzong's past, he can only ask his senior brother Lin Changsheng.
"Inheriting the forbidden technique has many disadvantages, so it would be more appropriate to end it."
Dugu Changkong made this decision after careful consideration.
With the talents of Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, they will definitely be hindered when they reach the tribulation stage in their future cultivation. Even if they receive inheritance and their cultivation level is greatly improved, it is not a good thing.
The inheritance of forbidden arts consumes a person's potential and even deprives some of his lifespan. After all, not everyone has the ability of Dugu Changkong, who can forcibly block the backlash of forbidden arts without restraint.
With the talents of the two of them, there is no need to inherit forbidden arts to forcibly improve their cultivation. They only need to move forward step by step, and they will definitely be able to support the Qing Sect.
"I really want to see the prosperous Qingzong!"
As the days passed, Dugu Changkong felt very happy when he saw Qingzong's prosperity.
One of his goals in rebuilding the foundation of the Qing Sect was to cut off the forbidden techniques inherited from the main lineage.
In the past, this forbidden technique was used to block the path of future generations, seal the traces of Qingzong's Dao patterns, and continue the incense.
This is no longer necessary.
Anyone who can cultivate to the stage of transcending the tribulation will definitely become a mainstay by relying on the resources and Taoist skills of the Qing Sect. The inheritance of the Tao and forcibly improving the cultivation level is useless against evildoers and can easily shake the foundation.
"Uncle Master."
Outside the door, Lin Changsheng came to pay his respects.
"Come in."
Dugu Changkong agreed.
Pushing the door open, he bowed and took his seat.
"Today, people from the Dongli Sword Sect came, bringing many resources and moving dozens of Lingbao Miaoshan."
Lin Changsheng came over to report the situation.
"Um."
Dugu Changkong nodded gently.
Currently, the Qing Sect has a lot of resources, which cannot be used up in a short period of time. However, the top combat power within the sect is too small and needs to be developed slowly.
"This is a good tea sent by the Dongli Sword Sect. Please try it."
With that said, Lin Changsheng started making tea and forced a smile.
The senior officials in the sect all know that the old man is about to leave the Demon Abyss. Calculating the time, there are only a few decades left, so go to the command room.
"good."
Dugu Changkong felt the reluctance of everyone.
The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows.
Time does not stop, even if the old man does not go to the Demon Abyss, there will always be a day when we say goodbye.
The house is quiet and the fragrance of tea overflows, making people forget their sadness for a short time and enjoy this wonderful time.