Lu Zhou recalled Gong Yuandu's description.
Then, he thought about the various feelings he had when he was in seclusion …
He smiled in a carefree manner.
"The oldest ordinary person is no more than a hundred years old … Perhaps cultivators are another kind of ordinary person."
Gong Yuandu glanced at Lu Zhou. He glanced at Lu Zhou's white hair and said, "Brother Ji, that's an interesting explanation. Brother Ji has changed … changed a lot. "
They were old rivals.
To some extent, old adversaries understood each other better than friends.
Lu Zhou merely nodded and did not comment.
She couldn't tell him that she came from another world, a very special and distant world.
"You too," Lu Zhou said as he traced the memories in his mind.
The Gong Yuandu in his memories wasn't a good person either.
Two tigers cannot share one mountain.
Gong Yuandu was sinister, patient, and cunning.
He could stay in the Mausoleum of Swords for a hundred years and endure what ordinary people could not.
How could they live under the eaves?
Perhaps the words of a dying man were kind. The current Gong Yuandu did not seem to be the shadow of his former self.
…
After three rounds of drinking.
The sun was setting.
The sunlight fell on Gong Yuandu's body.
But he enjoyed it very much.
He looked at Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao. At the same time, his gaze swept past Duanmu Sheng, Little Yuan 'er, and the others.
Then, he looked at the towering Evil Sky Pavilion.
He said, "The two who are sparring with me are …"
"Leng Luo," Leng Luo said his name again.
Perhaps it was because he sensed that Gong Yuandu's condition wasn't right, as if he was suffering from Alzheimer's. His memory was very short.
"Pan … Litian." Pan Litian wanted to call him the old beggar, but after some thought, he decided to give his real name instead.
Gong Yuandu was slightly surprised.
"The strongest elite of the Clarity Sect … I remember you."
"You flatter me."
"When the previous sect master of Clarity Sect died, you fought with the eight elders. I heard that you were heavily injured, but you were saved by the fourth prince, and you ran to the borders?" Gong Yuandu looked at Pan Litian, puzzled.
The others looked at Pan Litian.
Was this the reason Pan Litian left the Clarity Sect?
"It's all in the past. It's not worth mentioning," Pan Litian said as he waved his hand.
As for how Gong Yuandu found out, it was no longer important.
"You're amazing, Brother Ji. You even managed to subdue old men like Leng Luo and Pan Litian … I'm impressed." Gong Yuandu seemed to have regained his composure. He straightened his back slightly.
After saying this.
Cough.
Gong Yuandu coughed violently again.
But this time, he didn't cough out blood. His hair turned white again.
This time, he had completely aged.
Those who burned their blood essence were like overdrafting their life force in advance, using extreme methods to obtain a short-term increase in cultivation.
Even if he were to use Terminus Heal … he would not be able to save him.
Moreover, Gong Yuandu's shocking move earlier had the intention to kill.
Gong Yuandu looked at Lu Zhou. His tone changed as he said, "It's about time."
"Aren't you going into the coffin?" Lu Zhou glanced at the coffin at the side.
Initially, Lu Zhou had planned to give Yu Shangrong a chance if he was willing to stay in the Evil Sky Pavilion. However, after hearing about Yu Shangrong's insights in the Mausoleum of Swords, that chance was gone.
"No need."
Gong Yuandu did not even look at the coffin. He shook his head. "I suddenly remembered a witchcraft spell. If someone tries to control me … I'll be disgusted."
"You're right."
Lu Zhou nodded and raised his wine cup.
The corners of Gong Yuandu's lips twitched. He chuckled and said, "You old geezer … Can't you say something nicer?"
The wind was blowing.
Without the protection of the barrier, the Evil Sky Pavilion could feel the wind blowing against them.
The rays of the setting sun turned crimson. It was as though it was dyed with the blood of countless people.
Sizzle!
A shocking scene unfolded.
Gong Yuandu's feet peeled off like sand.
It was as if he was a sculpture made of sand.
"You're good at drinking. Have a few more cups." Lu Zhou raised his cup.
"Sure."
Gong Yuandu's hoarse voice was gone. He sounded energetic, youthful, and mischievous.
He used his dantian's sea of Qi to block the grand technique, Scram. His sealed sea of Qi could not hold on any longer.
He gulped down a cup of wine.
His entire right leg was gone.
The sand drifted away with the wind.
Then, his other leg was gone.
The wind grew stronger.
Everyone's eyes were trained on Gong Yuandu.
The energy returned to heaven and earth. The Primal Qi returned to nature.
"Good wine …" Gong Yuandu put down his wine cup.
He placed his hands before himself.
Both of his legs were gone.
The speed at which they peeled off increased.
"We're leaving. What else can we say?"
"Forget it."
Lu Zhou shook his head and sighed.
"I advise you to drink to your heart's content. You'll find no old friends at Yang Pass."
Lu Zhou raised his wine cup and emptied it in one gulp.
Gong Yuandu drank the last cup of wine.
He placed the cup on the table.
A faint wave of energy rippled out.
Gong Yuandu's body was swept away by the wind like sand.
When only his head was left, Gong Yuandu asked, "Where's Yang Pass?"
Alas …
He did not get an answer from Lu Zhou. His question was carried away by the wind and scattered across Golden Court Mountain.
The energy dissipated.
There was nothing left on the table.
Silence returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion's great hall.
There was a moment of silence.
Lu Zhou stood up with his hands on his back.
He looked at the coffin and the messy floor.
Everyone sighed …
In the end, they were just sworn enemies.
Gong Yuandu had burned his blood essence and lost 100 years of life. Even if he did not challenge the Evil Sky Pavilion, he would still die.
He had wanted to die in a coffin and leave his corpse intact.
Perhaps he had suddenly realized something while he was drinking and changed his mind.
"Clean up."
Lu Zhou said calmly.
"Yes."
…
Back in the main hall.
The others followed him into the hall.
He entered the hall.
Everyone bowed.
"Pavilion Master."
"Master."
Lu Zhou looked around and asked in confusion, "Mingshi Yin and Zhao Yue aren't here?"
Duanmu Sheng cupped his fists and said, "While master was cultivating in seclusion, Old Fourth sent a letter … He said that he's in the Divine Capital and will bring Junior Sister Zhao Yue back to the Evil Sky Pavilion. It'll take some time."
"Let him be."
Duanmu Sheng retreated.
He looked at Pan Litian, Leng Luo, and Hua Wudao.
Looking at their white hair and their doddering appearance …
It was a little awkward.
The Evil Sky Pavilion had become an old man's pavilion.
Little Yuan 'er, on the other hand, was brimming with energy and radiance.
Lu Zhou recalled the scene of Gong Yuandu drifting away with the wind and fell into deep thought. He had the Reversal Cards so he was not worried. What about them?
"Pavilion Master, a letter from Jiang Aijian."
"Read it," Lu Zhou asked.
"Old senior, the Righteous Sect has been destroyed by the Nether Sect. Zhang Yuanshan is nowhere to be found. The Nether Sect's actions have attracted the Imperial family's attention. Coincidentally, the chaos in Anyang and Upper Prime has caused the Imperial family to be unable to deal with the Nether Sect. Also, your fourth and fifth disciples are doing well in the Divine Capital. I'll keep an eye on them for you. Also, I have news for you. The Five Mice are dead. The one who killed them was your sixth disciple, Ye Tianxin."
After Jiang Aijian finished reading, the great hall fell silent.
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