Great Creator

Song Hong couldn't understand what Huang Si was doing or what he was talking about. He only saw this person post a daze for a while, and then said something inexplicable.

But what he can guess is that from the tone of his words, the relationship between this person and his master is very likely to be extremely close!

So, in terms of age, is it the master's nephew?

"You don't need to drive me away, I won't give up. Miss Xia is my master. If you know Miss Xia, she is not considered an outsider. Please introduce me to you..."

In the face of this young man he had ignored, Song Hong had an unprecedented humble attitude.

Whether it was twenty years ago or when he became famous as a sword saint, he had never been so humbled. But for the news of his master, he was willing to do anything.

Huang Si's gaze finally fell on Song Hong. He looked at Song Hong, then at Xiao Qiu, who was small in stature, and finally asked suspiciously: "Pedophile? lo*ic*n?"

"puff!"

Millet sprayed the hot tea that he had just drunk over his face.

"Dad, your focus is wrong!" Millet yelled.

In fact, Huang Si understood the meaning of Mi Shui, and he had already seen this person's intentions.

Now that Zhou Xia has asked it clearly, it doesn't matter, then the situation is obvious.

What does this man think?

Because you can't forget Zhou Xia, find an apprentice who looks a lot like that?

Isn't this the same as the boss of Wang's Bookstore?

I didn't want to cooperate with Millet, so I found someone to continue writing maliciously.

Can the continuation be the same as the original? It is simply insulting the original work, harming readers, and cheating the author!

The same goes for finding someone as a substitute.

Are you stupid? Can two different people replace each other?

This is even more than an otaku-changing wife. At least the otaku will not harm other people, just waste toilet paper.

So, if you look at it objectively, then consider the age difference between the two. Isn't this an ordinary perverted pedophile?

Huang Si took a sip of the tea gently, smelled the scent of transpiring tea, took a sip, not bad.

But Mi Shui did not notice that Huang Si's attention had been shifted to drinking tea. She continued the topic just now: "Dad, this person is called Song Hong, who is the apprentice of Zhou Xia 20 years ago. Zhou Xia will go back. Rear……"

Huang Sizheng wondered whether to call Xiaoer over to order some refreshments. He suddenly heard the words of Millet, and finally reminded him of a time issue:

"Huh? Zhou Xia accepted an apprentice 20 years ago? I thought it was two hundred years ago. How could she still accept an apprentice from the Human Race, who came down 20 years ago?"

Suddenly, Mi Shui became embarrassed. She scratched her head and said, "Uh, just, just twenty years ago, when I was in trouble that couldn't be solved in the world..."

Huang Si asked blankly: "Oh... when did you come to the world?"

"Twenty-four years ago..."

"Oh? It's pretty early."

Huang Si clicked on the smart watch on his wrist, "Okay, let me read Xiao Ke's log."

The two of them hadn't finished speaking, but Song Hong, who was listening, was already full of stormy seas.

Although Song Hong really couldn't understand the behavior of the two calling their fathers, how did a man in his early twenties over there have two adult children?

However, this man seems to be really familiar with Xia!

Is it possible that he can really find the master?

He has been searching the world for twenty years, but there is no trace, and no one knows his master. This is the first time that several people have known her.

It's just that the content of the person's words was shocking and made him feel very bad.

Even if the other party ignored him, Song Hong still wanted to ask clearly.

"Your Excellency, if I can really find my master, I can pay any price!" In the end, Song Hong still gritted his teeth.

"Heh, the cost?" Huang Si looked at the information displayed on the watch, sliding his finger on it, new data kept passing by, "Yes, since any price is fine, then you immediately kneel down and call my master and commit suicide. , You can see your master when you die."

The final note nodded, this is indeed the most convenient and quick way. Zhou Xia is a **** race in the heavens, and ordinary human races are not qualified and have no chance to see her. It is still possible to become a family member and then apply to go to heaven.

Millet also whispered: "Wow, is luck so good? You don't have to be tired and troublesome to be a family member, licking a dog really has everything you need in the end..."

But this is not the case in Song Hong's ears.

In his opinion, that person just made excuses and maliciously insulted him.

Kneeling down to make the master humiliate already stepped on his face, so he still needs his life in exchange? Isn't this telling him a dead end?

Song Hong's fingers trembled, and he subconsciously pressed it on the hilt, then released it again.

Of these two swords, there was only one and a half left.

The broken half was still inserted in the bluestone slab and not taken out!

Gap.

An insurmountable gulf of strength!

Sixteen years ago, he defeated the heroes and won the title of Sword Master. But now, he can only beg for mercy here like a wild dog?

"Ha ha……"

Song Hong smiled sadly.

He glanced at Huang Si last, and then chose to turn around and go downstairs.

His footsteps staggered and scattered, without the demeanor of an innate master.

Xiao Qiu hurriedly followed him down.

Although he was talking, Huang Si did not delay time. He had found clues from Ke Ke since he was a child.

"Military water, amazing, really amazing. Twenty years ago, one person offended the entire martial arts arena. It's yours."

Huang Si looked at Millet and smiled.

Millet had a super good attitude. He knelt down on the chair and lowered his head to the table, "Father God, I was wrong, I was really wrong, and I won’t be messed up like this again. You see, I don’t even have a face now. Dare to show, super careful."

...

Song Hong left the teahouse.

He was at a loss, for a moment, not knowing where to go.

Xiao Qiu followed him closely, holding the cloth bag.

Song Hong took Xiao Qiu to find an inn, opened two upper rooms, and arranged for her to stay.

"Don't go out when you stay in the house. I want to go out and relax by yourself." Song Hong said coldly.

Xiao Qiu looked at him worriedly and said, "Master, are you in a bad mood? Let me accompany you."

"No need to!"

Song Hong's voice raised unconsciously, and Xiao Qiu shrank in fright.

He realized that he was emotional, and had to comfort the innocent Xiao Qiu:

"Okay, I'm fine, I just want to walk alone. You can wait for me to come back at the inn."

Xiao Qiu stretched out her hand, trying to grab the corner of Master's clothes, but she retracted halfway through her hand.

"Well, master, I'll wait for you."

After Song Hong left the inn, unable to see the face that resembled his master, he felt a little more relaxed, and he walked aimlessly towards the street.

Walking and walking, Song Hong stopped suddenly.

Those three people ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ refer to Xia as "Zhou Xia".

Zhou Xia...

The name...

Long-lasting memories, like a tide, gradually emerged.

"More than two hundred years ago, in that Taoist Academy, there was a great master of martial arts..."

The old voice reappeared in his ears.

"Her name has only one word, if you add the last name..."

"So, your master..., it's very likely..."

Song Hong held his head in pain.

The speculation back then, the history he tried so hard to forget, the terrible truth, little by little appeared in his memory.

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