He had no relatives before, so he didn't know how to start another topic besides talking about business when he saw his relatives again after not seeing each other for a long time.

For example, how was your life in prison, did the people in the Holy Temple mistreat you, how was the food, etc...

This was not the first time that Mr. Sang accepted a disciple, but Xu Xiaoshou was the only one who survived.

He also didn't know how to talk about something he really wanted to talk about with his apprentice in this last meeting, besides teaching alchemy and fighting.

For example, you haven't told me the story of the White Cave yet. You should be in Dongtianwang City now. What is the specific situation? Outside the Spiritual Palace, have you found your little girlfriend?

Suddenly the world shattered with a bang.

At this time, Sang Lao and Xu Xiaoshou seemed to think of something at the same time, and they said in unison:

"By the way, your junior sister..."

"Yes, Mu Zixi..."

The two spoke at the same time, stopped at the same time, and then looked at each other and smiled.

Smile.

To laugh out loud.

When the figure disappeared, Old Sang waved his hand, as if he had given up all his wishes, and said indifferently:

"Xu Xiaoshou, take good care of your junior sister. These three things are for you to protect your junior sister."

"Then, remember the last words I told you in the eighth palace."

"If I die, you don't need to fear anyone in the world on this continent!"

"If something goes wrong, ask Long Rongzhi to help you solve it!"

"besides……"

Even though the lower half of his body was gone, the old man was speaking faster and faster. It seemed that it was only at this moment that he started to speak:

"And don't blindly worship the Eight Masters. The only person you can trust in this world is yourself."

"Don't give up on alchemy. Swordsmanship is rubbish. Don't believe his lies."

"Jizhao Tianfen practices well and it can become a saint!"

"And, and..."

As the end approached, Mr. Sang suddenly became more anxious.

"Damn old man!"

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly interrupted.

His nose was sore, his eyes were reddish, and his eyes were misty. He didn't expect that even at the last moment, he was actually a little moved by the old man's mouth.

Then he pulled out Zangku and declared his will with this sword.

A surging white flame erupted all over his body, just like the reincarnation of Sang Lao's flame god.

The white inflammation spread along his right arm to Zangku, and then Xu Xiaoshou pointed his black sword at the sky, roaring hissingly at the old man who only had an illusory head image left:

"Old man, wait for me!"

"When I ascend the throne, I will dare to carry my sword and go to the Holy Mountain to save you from the sea of ​​misery, overturn that broken chess game, and teach that damned person to love the common people and start a new life!"

With a bang, the Taixu world shattered.

The figure of Old Man Sang completely disappeared.

But Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see the shadow of Sang Lao who was forced to speak from the end but held back because of his own words. He condensed a thousand words into the last word and nodded with a smile.
Chapter completed!