Only Song Hong is different.

He was still looking for Xia.

Even if you leave, there will always be some trace, right?

He went to find footprints, find a place to stay, and ask passers-by, and there was always a chance.

In this way, he searched for three years with a slight hope.

In the past three years, he has never given up his martial arts.

Occasionally, when I saw those who followed Xia and Shushui back then, I would help.

Therefore, he became familiar with many people in the world.

However, even in the fourth year, he still did not find any trace of Xia.

Even the millet water was inexplicably unknown where she disappeared. She clearly said she would stay.

The two people disappeared directly into the town where they were gathered that year as bubbles.

No one has seen them leave.

No trace left.

That day, he rescued an old man who had followed millet water.

The old man thanked him so much that he wanted to invite him to stay at home for a while, but he shook his head.

Just at this moment, raindrops were falling all over the sky, and the world was hazy. He looked at the sky for a moment and showed his deity.

"Young Master Song, you are looking for Miss Xia"

Song Hong suddenly looked back, "Do you know her news?"

"No, I don't know, but I can roughly guess that Mr. Song has been traveling around the world over the years, probably to see your master again, right?"

The rain was pouring on Song Hong. He did not hide, but just let himself bathe in the rain. The rain stuck his long hair on his cheeks and neck. He nodded.

"Young Master Song, I am arrogant. With the experience of those who have experienced it, I would like to advise you not to spend your whole life looking for your master. If she doesn't want to see you, you are afraid that it will not be possible to find her."

Song Hong suddenly stood up, and a trace of anger flashed across his face.

"No, even if she goes to the ends of the world, I will definitely find her!"

Song Hong gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers tightly.

However, the old man looked at him with a strong sympathy, and he said:

"But, Mr. Song, have you ever thought that if your master was not going to the ends of the world?"

"What do you mean?"

The old man's mouth moved, and there was a little fear on his face, and a little nervousness and hesitation. Finally, he spoke: "Miss Xia, the single name is Xia, this name, if you add a surname"

"What surname?"

"Young Master Song, you may have lost your money at a young age and have never paid attention to the history of the martial arts world. Of course, this matter is rarely known. As early as more than two hundred years ago, there was a great master of martial arts who passed down the martial arts we practice today. However, later, for some reason, few people dared to mention her name again."

"So, everyone regards martial arts as inherited by many of her disciples. However, few people mention her own name. However, a senior once told me that her name was Zhou Xia."

When the old man mentioned this name, he used a very small voice and even showed a look of fear on his face, as if he didn't want more people to hear it.

I'm afraid that if Song Hong had not saved him, he wouldn't have been willing to say it out.

Song Hong couldn't understand why this old man was so afraid of the name Zhou Xia.

His master is indeed very strong, but she is not scary. She is even a gentle and cheerful person.

Moreover, people from more than two hundred years ago had the same name, maybe they were the master or the master's parents, and admired this great master in history, so they named Xia.

"So, what are you going to say to me?" he asked.

The old man said, "Honor Song has never thought that Miss Xia is about the same age as you, but her martial arts are invincible in the world. She has profound skills and extraordinary sword skills. This is not like what a teenage girl should have."

Song Hong didn't believe it and argued: "My master is a genius. Besides, she may have been taught by masters."

The old man shook his head. As the saying goes, the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear. Song Hong defended his master, but because he did not want to admit his master's strangeness. In the end, the old man couldn't help but say: "However, Mr. Song may not know the final outcome of Zhou Xia, the great master of martial arts at that time."

"Are you missing or what? In short, people are nothing more than death."

"No, she was neither dead nor missing, but when she was old, a god came to the world, and personally restored her youth, named her a god, and took her back to heaven. Therefore, because Zhou Xia became a god from a human, her deeds and her name were avoided and no longer circulated in the world."

Song Hong's pupils suddenly shrank.

"So, Mr. Song, since I met Miss Xia, I have often thought that Miss Xia, no matter how you look at it, it is not like a person from the world, plus the same name, and without revealing your surname. After leaving, I can only think of it."

"Miss Xia, maybe she is Zhou Xia, a real god!"

Song Hong was as if he was struck by lightning and suddenly froze. Then, he quickly walked to the old man, "Then, father-in-law, if it were a god, if my master was really a god, where would she go? How could I find her?"

"There is only one place for gods and gods in mythology, that is, where is the heaven above the nine heavens?"

The old man looked at the vast sky.

At this time, dark clouds cover the top and rain fills the world.

He stretched out his thin hand and pointed his finger at the sky, where he would show a faint hourglass when it was sunny on weekdays.

"Mr. Song, how can I know how to go to heaven if I am a mortal? If the young master is familiar with history, he should know that the gods have used hourglass to show the human race several wrong things that the human race has done and punished them. When the sky is clear, when you look at the hourglass of the gods, you will find that the sand has leaked less than half of it! This indicates that the gods have few opportunities left to the human race! How dare we, mortals, take the risk of angering the gods with the risk of irritating the gods to explore things that should not be explored?"

"So, I advise you not to look for it. Mr. Song, your master is not the one we mortals should find!"

Song Hong stood dumbly in the rain.

Suddenly, thunder rumbling, and a lightning flashed through the air, radiating light and exploded very close to them.

The old man was so scared that he hugged his head, squatted on the ground, murmured and prayed: "The god is above, I am wrong. I shouldn't talk about the gods' affairs. Please forgive me, and I will never mention it again."

Looking at the old man huddled on the ground, Song Hong's heart was confused and confused.

Really? As this man said, all the lines point to that common terrible fact?

Xia is actually called Zhou Xia, is it a god?

Is it a high-ranking existence, and is different from those of them, who are deeply trapped in the mud and can only struggle to survive in the sufferings of the world?

Is it an existence that he will never reach?

He stood silently in the rain for a long time.

This is not right.

Song Hong shook his head.

Xia, how could she be a god?

She is a living person!

She taught him how to practice swords harshly.

She looks like she is having fun and playing with the millet water.

She sat on the roof, looking at the distance in a daze.

She bought beautiful new clothes and held the corner of her skirt to ask if the millet water looked good.

No matter which appearance, it all means that she is such a real and lovely person, not the so-called noble god.
Chapter completed!