Song Hong could not understand what Huang Si was doing or what he was saying. He only saw this man silence for a while and then said some inexplicable words.

But he could guess that judging from the tone of his speech, the relationship between this person and his master is likely to be extremely close!

So, in terms of age, is it the master’s son and nephew?

"Your Excellency, I will not give up. Miss Xia is my master. If you know Miss Xia, that is not an outsider. Please introduce it to you..."

When Song Hong faced this young man he once ignored, his attitude was so humble that he had never seen before.

He had never been so humble, neither twenty years ago nor when he became famous as a swordsman. But for the sake of his master's news, he was willing to do anything.

Huang Si's gaze finally fell on Song Hong. He looked at Song Hong, then looked at Xiao Qiu, who was thin, and finally asked in confusion: "Pedophile? Lolita?"

"puff!"

The millet water sprayed the hot tea that he had just drunk and said to the end of the face.

"Dad, you're wrong!" Shu Shui shouted.

In fact, Huang Si understood the meaning of Shushui, and he had long seen the man’s intention.

Since Zhou Xia asked clearly, it doesn’t matter, then the situation is obvious.

What is this person thinking?

Because I didn’t forget Zhou Xia, I found a disciple who looked very similar?

Isn’t this the same way as the boss of the Wang Family Bookstore?

I didn't want to cooperate with Shushui anymore, so I found someone to maliciously continue writing the novel.

Can the sequel be the same as the original? It is simply an insult to the original work, harming readers, and killing the author!

The same is true for finding someone as a substitute.

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

This is even more excessive than changing the wife of a otakus. At least the otakus will not harm others, it is just a waste of toilet paper.

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

Huang Si blew a sip of tea, smelled the steaming fragrance of tea, and took a sip. It was great.

But Shu Shui did not notice that Huang Si's attention had shifted to drinking tea. She continued the topic just now: "Dad, this person's name is Song Hong, he is the apprentice accepted by Zhou Xia twenty years ago. After Zhou Xia went back..."

Huang Si was wondering whether to call the waiter to come over and order some refreshments. Suddenly, he heard the words of the millet water and finally reminded him to notice a time issue:

"What? Zhou Xia accepted his apprentice twenty years ago? I thought it was two hundred years ago. How could she still accept his apprentice from the human race? She came down twenty years ago?"

Shushui suddenly felt embarrassed. She scratched her head and said, "Well, just twenty years ago, when I encountered troubles that I couldn't solve in the world..."

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

“Twenty-four years ago…”

"Oh? It's quite early."

Huang Si clicked on the smart watch on his wrist and said, "Okay, I'll read Xiaoke's log."

Before the two of them finished speaking, Song Hong, who was listening on the side, was already in a storm.

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

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

Could it be that he can really find his master?

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

However, what the man said 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 gritted his teeth and said.

"Ha, the price?" Huang Si looked at the information displayed on the watch, his fingers slid on it, and new data kept passing by, "Yes, since any price is OK, then you immediately kneel down and call me master, and then commit suicide. If you die, you will see your master."

Zhongyin nodded. This is indeed the most convenient and fast way. Zhou Xia is a god clan in the heavenly realm. Ordinary human clans are not qualified or have the opportunity to see her. It is possible to become a clan and apply to go to the heavenly realm.

Shu Shui also whispered: "Wow, are you so lucky? You can be a clan without being tired and troublesome. You can lick the dog until you end up with everything..."

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

In his opinion, the man was using excuse to maliciously insult him.

Kneel down and told the owner that he had already stepped on his face to humiliate him, and he had to trade his life for it? Isn’t this obviously telling him that he is dead?

Song Hong's fingers trembled, subconsciously pressed them on the hilt of the sword, and then let them go.

There are only one and a half left of these two swords.

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

Divide.

An insurmountable gap in strength!

Sixteen years ago, he overcame all the heroes and won the name of the Sword Saint. But now, he can only beg here like a wild dog to beg for mercy?

"Ha ha……"

Song Hong smiled miserably.

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

His steps were staggering and scattered, without the demeanor of a innate master.

Xiaoqiu hurriedly followed him down.

Although he was talking, Huang Si did not delay his time. He had found clues from Xiaoke.

"Shu Shui, it's amazing, really amazing. Twenty years ago, I offended the entire martial arts world alone, and you are there."

Huang Si looked at Shushui and smiled.

Shu Shui had a very good attitude. He knelt down on the chair and lowered his head to the table, "Father God, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I won't mess around like this again in the future. Look, I don't even dare to show my face now, I'm super careful."

...

Song Hong left the teahouse.

He was confused, and for a moment, he didn't know where to go.

Xiaoqiu followed him tightly, holding the cloth bag.

Song Hong took Xiaoqiu 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 alone to relax." Song Hong said coldly.

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

"Need not!"

Song Hong's voice rose unconsciously, scaring Xiaoqiu to shivering.

Only then did he realize that he was moved and had to comfort the innocent Xiaoqiu:

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

Xiaoqiu reached out to hold the corner of her master's clothes, but she still shrank back halfway.

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

Song Hong left the inn and couldn't see the face that looked very similar to his master, and felt a little relaxed. He walked aimlessly on the street.

As he walked, Song Hong suddenly stopped.

Those three people called Xia "Zhou Xia".

Zhou Xia...

This name...

Long-lasting memories gradually emerge like a tide.

"More than two hundred years ago, there was a martial arts master in that temple..."

The old voice reappeared in his ears.

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

"So, your master... is very likely..."

Song Hong hugged his head in pain.

The speculations from that year, the history and the terrible truth he tried hard to forget appeared little by little in his memory.
Chapter completed!