Chapter 270

Only song Hong is different.

He is still looking for Xia.

Even if you leave, there must be a trace, right?

He went to look for footprints, find footholds and ask passers-by. He always had a chance.

In this way, with little hope, he looked for it for three years.

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

Occasionally see those people who followed summer and millet water, they will help.

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

However, even in the fourth year, he still didn't find any trace of Xia.

Even millet water, also inexplicably do not know where it disappeared. She said she would stay.

The two men seemed to disappear directly like bubbles in the small town where the party was held.

No one has seen them leave.

No trace left.

That day, he saved 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. He shook his head.

Just at this time, the rain fell all over the sky, and there was a hazy world between heaven and earth. He looked at the sky for a moment.

"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 guess that childe song has been traveling all over the world for the sake of seeing your master again?"

The rain fell on Song Hong. He didn't hide. He just bathed himself in the rain. The rain stuck his long hair on his cheeks and neck. He nodded.

"Young master song, I'm old and arrogant. Based on the experience of past people, I advise you not to spend your whole life looking for your master. If she doesn't want to see you, you're afraid that you can't find her..."

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

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

Song Hong clenched his teeth and clenched his fingers tightly.

However, the old man looked into his eyes with deep sympathy. He said:

"But, Mr. Song, have you ever thought... If your master... Doesn't go to the ends of the earth?"

"What do you mean?"

The old man's mouth moved. His face was a little afraid, but also a little nervous and hesitant. Finally, he opened his mouth: "Miss Xia, the single name is a word 'Xia'. If you add a surname..."

"What's your last name?"

"Mr. Song, you may be young and have never paid attention to the history of Wulin. Of course, this matter is rarely known. As early as more than 200 years ago, there was a great martial arts master who inherited the martial arts we practice now. However, for some reason, few people dared to mention her name again."

"Therefore, everyone thinks that martial arts are inherited by many of her disciples. But her name is rarely mentioned... However, an elder once told me... Her name is Zhou Xia."

When the old man mentioned the name, he used a very small voice and even showed fear. He didn't seem to want more people to hear it.

I'm afraid he wouldn't have said it if song Hong hadn't saved him.

Song Hong could not understand why the old man was so afraid of the name Zhou Xia.

His master is really strong, but she is not terrible. Even, he is a gentle and cheerful person.

Moreover, people more than 200 years ago had the same name. Maybe it was master or master's parents who admired this great master in history that gave Xia the name.

"So, what are you going to say to me?" He questioned.

The old man said, "Prince song never thought about it. 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. It's not like... It's not like a teenage girl."

Song Hongwu didn't believe it. He argued, "my master is a great genius. Besides, she may have been passed on by an expert."

The old man shook his head. It was the so-called "those in the game are fans and those on the sidelines are clear". Song Hong defended his master, but it was because he didn't want to admit the difference of his master. Finally, the old man couldn't help saying: "however, childe song may not know that Zhou Xia, the great martial arts master of that year, was the final conclusion."

"Missing, or what? After all, people are nothing more than dead."

"No, she was neither dead nor missing, but when she was old, a God came to the world, personally restored her youth, made her a God, and took her back to the heaven. Therefore, since Zhou Xia became a God, her deeds and her name were taboo and no longer spread in the world..."

Song Hong's pupil suddenly contracted.

"So, Mr. Song, since I met Miss Xia, I've often thought that Miss Xia doesn't look like a mortal... In addition, she has the same name and doesn't disclose her last name. After leaving, she can't be found anywhere... I can only think of..."

"Miss Xia, she may... Be Zhou Xia, a real God!"

Song Hong's whole body suddenly stiffened as if struck by lightning. Then he quickly walked up to the old man, "well, sir, if it's a God... If my master is really a God, where will she go? How can I find her?"

"Gods... There is only one residence of gods in mythology, that is the heaven above the nine days..."

The old man looked at the boundless sky.

At this time, dark clouds cover the top and rain fills the space between heaven and earth.

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

"Young master song, how can I know how to go to heaven when I am a mortal? If you are familiar with history, you should know that the gods have used the hourglass to show several wrong things done by the human race and punish them. When it is sunny, you can find that the sand has leaked to less than half! This indicates that the opportunities left by the gods to the human race are running out ! how dare we mortals, with the body of guilt, risk offending the gods to explore what we should not explore? "

"That's why I advise you not to look for it. Young master song, your master is not the one we ordinary people should look for!"

Song Hong stood blankly in the rain.

Suddenly, thunder rumbled, and a flash of lightning flashed through the air, dazzling and exploding very close to them.

The old man was so frightened that he quickly hugged his head, squatted on the ground and murmured a prayer: "the God is on the ground. I'm wrong. I shouldn't talk about the gods. Please forgive me. I won't mention it any more."

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

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

Xia, actually called Zhou Xia, is a God?

Is it a high existence, which is different from those mortals who are trapped in the mire and can only struggle to survive in the suffering of the world?

Is it an existence he can never touch?

……

He stood silent in the rain for a long time.

That's 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 sword severely.

The way she teases and plays with millet water.

She sat on the roof and looked at the distance in a daze.

She bought beautiful new clothes and asked whether the millet water looked good.

No matter what she looks like, it all shows that she is such a real and lovely person, not the so-called high God.