Evil Master and Disciple

Dugu Chan's old face slowly darkened.

He had known this old man Qingyun for nearly a thousand years. He only knew that this old man was the first generation founder of Qingyun Pavilion. Apart from that, he did not know any details about the other party.

Qingyun Pavilion, the most famous sect in the world, belongs to the righteous path.

It is not famous because Qingyun Pavilion is very strong. In fact, the strength of Qingyun Pavilion is at most at the level of a medium-sized sect in the righteous way. The reason why it is famous is that Qingyun Pavilion has positioned itself from the beginning not as a sect for practicing Taoism, but as a sect for printing and media.

The Nine Provinces Ranking List, the Nine Provinces Celestial Being List, the Nine Provinces Divine Artifact List, the Nine Provinces Beast Demon List launched by Qingyun Pavilion, the Nine Provinces Qilin List launched specifically for the Lingshan Competition, and the Nine Provinces Chronicles published once a month have a huge impact on the world.

It can be called the leader of cultural media in this world.

After thousands of years of accumulation, Qingyun Pavilion now has spies all over the world. Even the righteous and evil factions have extra-staff reporters who specialize in providing them with news materials.

In the past, Dugu Chan thought that this old guy created Qingyun Pavilion just to make money.

Only now did we know that the original intention of Old Man Qingyun to establish Qingyun Pavilion was to collect intelligence and find his enemies.

The establishment of various anti-corruption newspapers and publications was just a side job.

What Dugu Chan didn't expect was that Old Man Qingyun and his enemy were inextricably linked to the Immortal Hunting War 2,400 years ago.

Dugu Chan said slowly, "The Immortal Hunting War? What's going on? Qingyun, how many secrets are you hiding from me?"

Old Zhuge grinned and chuckled a few times, saying, "How can you say it's a secret? Everyone has their own secrets. You have them, and I have them too. We are just drinking buddies. You are not my son, and I am not your grandson. There is no responsibility or obligation between you and me to share each other's secrets.

To be honest, if that bitch hadn't found my whereabouts more than 60 years ago and you hadn't saved me, I would never have told you these things in my life.

It’s not that I’m afraid of causing you trouble, but the secrets involved in me are too bizarre and strange.

All I can tell you is that the bitch you fought with back then, like me, doesn't belong to the human world. She and I are both from another world."

"Heaven? Did you come from the Heavenly Gate back then?"

"I did stay in the Heaven Realm for a while, and I also came from the Heavenly Gate. Let me tell you another secret. I opened the Heavenly Gate to escape the pursuit of that bitch. I simply forgot to close it. As a result... I didn't expect the matter to become so serious. The cultivators in the Heaven Realm discovered the Heavenly Gate and the human world, and it eventually turned into a war between the two realms."

Dugu Chan began to rub his forehead.

He knew that Old Man Qingyun would not lie to him.

There's no need to lie to yourself.

No wonder Miss Mozhu didn't know who opened the Heavenly Gate back then.

It turns out that it was this old guy who started it.

It was because of him that the subsequent Immortal Hunting War broke out.

Millions of cultivators died in the battle at Lingshan, and cultivation civilization regressed a thousand years...

The culprit of all this is actually this cynical old man in front of me.

"Two thousand years ago, you were able to open the Heavenly Gate? I can't even open it now. How could you possibly open it?"

"Haha, Old Chan, you, like everyone else, have some misunderstandings about Tianmen. In fact, Tianmen is just a large space-time formation."

"The Great Space-Time Array?" Dugu Chan's expression changed slightly.

If you think about it carefully, it seems so reasonable.

Seeing Dugu Chan lost in thought, old man Zhuge poured him another bowl of wine.

"Old Chan, your understanding of this world is limited to the world you see. In fact, this universe is very big. It is like a book, and the human world you live in is just a certain word on a page of this book.

A book has many pages and many words. Each word represents a civilization, and each page represents a universe. The place where that bitch and I come from is not a word, but a page. Do you understand?"

"Of course, it's just a mustard seed space, what's so difficult to understand?"

"Yes, yes, mustard seed space. Many immortal palaces in the human world are mustard seed spaces, including the storage magic tools of cultivators.

I didn't expect that you, a guy who comprehended the laws of swordsmanship, could also study the laws of space. I admire you."

Dugu Chan said calmly, "That's nothing. As the saying goes, all laws return to their origin. When you reach my level, you'll understand that laws of different attributes all lead to the same destination."

At the same time, in the bamboo forest to the north.

Ye Feng saw that Miss Mozhu looked strange, with a pale face and complicated eyes.

"Mozhu ghost girl, what are you thinking about? You have to concentrate on boiling the pot. If you burn the porridge in the pot, I will spank you!"

Miss Mozhu glanced at him, snorted, and then said, "Aren't you curious about the old man who came tonight?"

"Curious? What do you mean?"

"He's a very powerful man."

"You're talking nonsense! Do you know who my ancestor is? Dugu Sword God, the world's number one master. The sun rises in the east, and I am the only one who is undefeated. That's Dugu Qiubai! How could his friends not be powerful?

That skinny old man, even if his cultivation level is not the second best in the world, I estimate that he can be ranked among the top five in the world, otherwise he would not be qualified to be on equal footing with our ancestor.

I have to serve him well tonight and make him happy. Maybe he will reward me with one or two powerful rare treasures, which are said to be some powerful and peerless magical powers..."

Ye Feng cheered himself up.

Now, of the ancestor's unique skills, he only lacks the Three Sword Styles of God-Slaying. There is no need to rush, he can hone it slowly.

This mysterious old man must be a hermit like our ancestor.

Of course Ye Feng had to seize this rare opportunity.

Miss Mozhu rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are only in your teens. How can you learn so many skills and magical powers?"

"It's always good to have many skills. I'll learn the mantras and techniques first, and then I'll slowly comprehend them later. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again... The porridge is almost ready, you can take it to them later."

"I'm not going, you have to go yourself."

"What? Say it again!"

"I'm not going! That old man gives me such a scary feeling. I...I don't dare to get close to him!"

Seeing the look of fear and terror in Miss Mozhu's eyes, Ye Feng laughed.

"So you're afraid sometimes too. Well, since you're a fragile little girl like Xiaomei... you can just stay here. I'll go and serve the two elders myself! All the benefits will be mine, hahahaha..."

Today is a good day, all the magic weapons belong to me..."

Ye Feng hummed the song that he had maliciously tampered with, with a happy smile on his face.

Inside the ancestral hall, hundreds of candles illuminated the huge hall as bright as day.

Old man Zhuge did not explain his origins to Dugu Chan in detail.

Talking too much might have the opposite effect.

This is how the world is. The culture passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years has long been regarded as truth by later generations. There is no need to let others know about another world.

The two worlds are two civilizations. Once they collide, disaster is bound to come.

The 2,400-year-long Immortal Hunting War is a living example.

When the heavenly world and the human world came into contact, there was no friendly greeting. As soon as the two sides met, they drew their swords and chopped off each other's heads.

Seeing that old man Zhuge was unwilling to talk about his affairs anymore, Dugu Chan did not force him anymore.

What old Zhuge said to him tonight has already solved most of the doubts in his mind.

Even if he learned tonight that old man Zhuge was not a mortal, if old man Zhuge's enemies came to him again, as long as Dugu Chan was still alive, he would definitely take decisive action as he did more than 60 years ago.

"Qingyun, there is something I want to ask you."

"You say it."

"You know about the murder of the Guo family in Qizhou thirteen years ago, right?"

Old Zhuge was slightly startled, then slowly nodded and said, "Old Chan, what do you want to know?"

Dugu Chan picked up the wine bowl and drank half of it before slowly saying, "I want to know who did this? Qingyun Pavilion has spies all over the world, so they should have some clues about this matter."

Old Zhuge narrowed his eyes and said, "How could such a prominent figure like you suddenly become interested in the tragic annihilation of an unknown cultivation family thirteen years ago? Are the Guo family your relatives, or even your descendants?"

Dugu Chan shook his head and said, "Don't worry about it. Can you help me investigate recently? I heard that it was done by the Demon Cult, but I still have some doubts in my heart."

"There's no need for me to return to Qingyun Pavilion. I know some inside information about this matter. Thirteen years ago, this matter caused quite a stir, and Qingyun Pavilion continuously tracked and reported on it. I happened to be in Qingyun Pavilion during that time and saw some intelligence about it.

I can tell you clearly that the people who massacred the Guo family were not members of the Demonic Cult."

"It's not the Demon Cult? Why did your Qingyun Pavilion report that it was done by the Demon Cult?"

"Hahaha, Old Chan, your talent in cultivation is undeniable, but you are lacking in other aspects.

Although the Qizhou Guo family is only a third-rate cultivation family and has no reputation in the world, it belongs to the righteous lineage after all.

How can the various righteous sects, who share the same blood, kill each other and wipe out entire families?

No matter who did this, the final conclusion can only be that it was done by the monks of the evil cult. This is called political stance, also called political correctness.

If the monthly publication of Qingyun Pavilion said that the Qizhou Guo family was destroyed by a certain righteous sect, wouldn't there be an uproar? "

Dugu Chan glanced at the old man and said, "So the Qingyun Pavilion, which has been known for thousands of years of fairness and justice, isn't as fair as the rumors say."

"Old Chan, our Qingyun Pavilion is also a righteous sect. If we want to be in the righteous circle, we must abide by the rules of the righteous path.

Even if the disciples of the righteous sect engage in minor fights or competitions, and someone dies, Qingyun Pavilion will report it truthfully.

"To kill an entire family, including women, children, the elderly and the young, leaving no one alive, this kind of brutal act is a serious crime. We can only say that it was done by the demon cult."

"I don't want to know about your Qingyun Pavilion's business practices. Tell me, who was responsible for the Qizhou family massacre?"

"If anyone asks, it must be the Demonic Cult. Let me be honest with you, old friend. Based on the clues held by Qingyun Pavilion, this matter points to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, Baolong Temple, and Tianxing Valley, the righteous sects in the Qinglong Mountains within Yuzhou.

Perhaps other sects or independent cultivators were involved, but all the killers should have come from the Qinglong Mountains in Yuzhou. The number of cultivators involved in the massacre that night was definitely over a hundred."

"Xiaoyao Sword Sect? Baolong Temple? Tianxing Valley? Qinglong Mountains?"

Dugu Chan's brows gradually furrowed.

Old Zhuge said, "I didn't think much of it originally, I just thought it was a private feud. Now that you've personally asked about it... this matter must be related to your Yunhai Sect.

In the Qinglong Mountains, apart from the dozen or so Buddhist temples, the other sects are almost all affiliated sects of your Yunhai Sect or branches of the Yunhai Sect... Old Chan, what is this..."

At this moment, Ye Feng's voice came from outside the door: "Sorry for the long wait, seniors! The fish porridge is finally ready!"

(There is another chapter later)