Chapter 612: Old Man, Can You Do It?

Xu Xiaoshou said, seeing that Sang Lao's face was uncertain, his hands were raised high, and he immediately stepped back.

At this time, he and the old man had already opened up a distance of several feet.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

It was obviously a communication between master and disciple, but it was like an enemy meeting, and they were extremely cautious.

"Stinky boy!"

Sang Lao was amused, and realized that he had scared him, and then put his hand down.

It must be said that Xu Xiaoshou's inference really shocked him again.

Just like the previous time in the Ling Palace, basically...,

exactly the same!

"What on earth is this little head like?"

Sang Lao was a little depressed.

He was obviously trying his best to suppress this guy's growth.

After all, even if this kid has the ability to fight across levels inherited from his ancestors, it is only innate now.

If it really comes to the throne, the way of killing, or the dangerous situation at this moment, even Taixu and the Seven Sword Immortals have been dispatched.

Crossing levels is simply nonsense!

Only slow growth is the path that Xu Xiaoshou should take.

But obviously, according to Xu Xiaoshou's ability to cause trouble, a wretched growth does not seem to fit this kid's future path.

Maybe we should change another way... Old Sang thought to himself, but his face remained unmoved, and said: "You are so weird, what are you trying to insinuate?"

"I'm here, if you have anything to say, can't you just say it openly?"

There was a clear desire to slap someone in his voice.

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at his lowered hand and rolled his eyes secretly.

Just because you are standing here like a pole, I can't say anything directly, right?

I'm afraid of being beaten!

This master is good for others, but he can't stand you!

But Xu Xiaoshou also saw the reaction of Old Sang very clearly.

Although this old man covered up well except for the first wave of cover-ups, he did not deny it outright, but changed the subject.

This has already explained the problem.

What he just said might have really analyzed the key point.

Elder Sang couldn't say it openly, so he had such a reaction.

"So, until now, you still intend to hide everything from me?" Xu Xiaoshou asked cautiously.

Elder Sang closed his eyes heavily, hesitating for a long time, and finally said: "What else do you know?"

Xu Xiaoshou saw that there was a chance, and his eyes flashed.

He retreated a few steps again, decided to throw out the main event, and said in a serious tone: "Ajie, you know it, right?"

"Yes." Elder Sang nodded.

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ajie, I don't know where you got it from, but it was sealed with two layers of seals in Tianxuanmen, and it refused to be released even in the face of a powerful enemy."

"This is the first generation of Tianji puppets created by the Taoist master. Obviously, you are not hiding anything."

Elder Sang's eyebrows jumped, and veins popped on his forehead.

Xu Xiaoshou was ruthless and completely gave it up.

"Eight Zun An! That's right."

"People say he died decades ago, but now he suddenly appears in the world, which is really amazing."

"But these so-called scams can fool ordinary spirit refiners. In the past few decades, even Zhan Dao and Tai Xu did not doubt the rumors at all."

"Then I am very puzzled. How did the Holy Spirit Temple deceive Zhan Dao and Tai Xu?"

"I don't think so!"

"Perhaps, Eight Zun An really died, and the world really gave up this myth."

"But his death must be different from the real 'fall'... uh, maybe, it's exactly the same!"

Xu Xiaoshou paused, carefully choosing his words to avoid irritating the old man in front of him.

The embarrassed saint appeared in his mind, and then said: "There are places that can hold ordinary people... no, ordinary geniuses."

"But the Eight Lords dominated the generation, who can guarantee that he didn't do anything extraordinary?"

"For example..."

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at Sang Lao's solemn expression, swallowed his saliva, and changed his words: "For example, he didn't fall on the Void Island, but was imprisoned in a small place that could only seal the innate. He had the key and it was very easy to get out."

The corners of Sang Lao's mouth twitched.

While he was shocked by Xu Xiaoshou's inference, he couldn't help but scolded angrily: "Can you speak properly!"

"Oh."

Xu Xiaoshou immediately changed the subject.

He didn't intend to get a positive response from Sang Lao at all, which was unrealistic.

"Oh, there's one more thing."

"The embarrassed saint hiding in the crack of the other-dimensional space in Baiku, I think, is probably wandering around and throwing olive branches in his spare time. It's impossible for him to overlap with the completely purposeless task you gave me."

"And the eight masters in Baiku and the saint should be more of an accidental encounter and coincidence. The two should not know each other, because they may not have met each other, right?"

"After all, those who 'fallen' are not in the same place..."

"And there's more!"

Xu Xiaoshou gave up on himself and simply closed his eyes, not looking at Sang Lao's expression, and threw out all his doubts.

"And the ultimate goal of the saint slave is to become a slave if he doesn't become a saint."

"This can't mean becoming a slave of the Holy Temple, becoming... the so-called 'ghost beast' of the Void Island?"

He said nothing.

The scene was silent for a while.

"Gulp."

Xu Xiaoshou's Adam's apple rolled, and he was silent.

There was no words beside him, he couldn't help but pry open his eyes and secretly glanced outside.

A scary old face!

"Fuck!"

Xu Xiaoshou was so scared that he ran away.

He even completely blocked his "perception", only extended it to the back, and didn't dare to look at the front.

When he raised his squinting eyes, he saw that old face directly. Who could withstand it?

"Bang!"

Sure enough, even if he ran fast, he was still kicked in the back. Xu Xiaoshou's body was ups and downs, and he fell flat on his face.

"I'm done, really done!"

"Everyone wants justice."

"Everyone advocates beauty. This world is very friendly. There are no chess games and plans that last for hundreds of years, and there is no darkness or unbearableness other than my words. That's all."

"Who doesn't yearn for light?"

Xu Xiaoshou raised his hands in surrender, but he was still quibbling.

He had accumulated all his strength in his back, and he wanted to withstand another whip kick from the dead old man with terrifying power, but after waiting for a long time, he got nothing.

"Huh?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked up in confusion, not daring to look back.

"Perception" was released, and he saw that Sang Lao had already sat down in the back, holding a straw hat in one hand and scratching his sparsely hairy scalp with the other hand, sighing.

Xu Xiaoshou turned over and said timidly: "What's the matter?"

Sang Lao's face was complicated and he couldn't speak at all.

"Your hair fell off, stop scratching it!"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly stabbed him, and the old man turned his head stiffly and looked over.

"You want to die, right?"

"Threatened, passive value, +1."

"No, no..."

Xu Xiaoshou waved his hands and retreated.

Sang Lao sighed: "How did you know?"

"Reasoning."

"How did you infer?"

"Use your brain."

"..."

Sang Lao's facial muscles began to twitch.

"Cursed, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou panicked: "I really use my brain, this thing can't be pushed out by hand..."

"Bullshit!"

Sang Lao roared: "What I'm asking is, when did you come into contact with so many things and understand them so deeply?"

"Oh oh."

Xu Xiaoshou shrank his neck in fear, and too many things emerged in his mind.

There are night watchers, Lu Ke...

There are caramel candies, Ba Zun'an, embarrassed saints...

There are also a series of miscellaneous information.

These things seem trivial and seem unrelated.

But after careful consideration, there is really a line in the dark that connects them.

Perhaps, there is more than one.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart is heavy. Every time he thinks of all this, he always feels that this world is very heavy, too heavy, as if there is a weight that ordinary people cannot bear.

It is as heavy as Mount Tai, hanging above the heads of the world.

When the height has not been reached, there are giants holding it up.

When the height exceeds the giant who serves as the pillar, after seeing the new world, not only will someone else be needed to support it, but the new world may completely destroy the old world concept established in the past.

A continent, a plane.

Gods and ants are clearly distinguished.

Looking up, don't dream of gods, looking down, just because the secular world is insignificant.

The Holy Temple and the Holy Slave are the ones who really straddle this Chu River and Han River.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he was peeping, frightened, and afraid, but wanted to welcome it.

"Brain!"

He sighed and said, "These things are long to talk about, and it's better not to talk about them. In the final analysis, it's really the brain that works well. Sometimes, having a good brain is also a mistake."

Sang Lao nodded unexpectedly, without being impatient or refutating, but acquiescing.

His apprentice's brain is indeed good.

His style of doing things is also extraordinary.

Some educational methods that can be used on ordinary people may be really restrictive for him.

This point can be fully seen from the trip to Baiku.

"Xiaoshou."

Old Sang exhaled in a deep voice and said, "I will not interfere with your decision. Since you have joined the Holy Slave, it is determined by fate. The road you will take in the future may be difficult, but it is your own choice. As long as you don't regret it..."

"I regret it!"

Xu Xiaoshou interrupted: "To tell you the truth, I was forced to join the Holy Slave. At that time, I couldn't refuse at all."

Old Sang: "..."

His teeth were chattering, and he was so angry that he almost got up and kicked again.

"Uh, regret is useless?"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked and muttered: "I thought you could be arbitrary and kick me out."

"Shut up!"

"Oh."

"Listen to me!"

"Stand tall~"

Ka-ka

Sang Lao clenched his fists, Xu Xiaoshou's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a panic: "I'm really listening, I'm all ears, there's just no water, if there's water I'll immediately..."

As he spoke, Xu Xiaoshou put a chain on his mouth.

Sang Lao suppressed his anger and picked up the topic.

"The matter of the Holy Slave is a foregone conclusion."

"Yu Lingdi can target you, Gou Wuyue can see you, which means you have really entered their sight."

"It's impossible to get away unscathed, and with this relationship with me, you can't get away unscathed either."

"What I'm going to tell you now..."

Sang Lao paused, and Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up, secrets are coming?

"What?" he asked hurriedly.

Sang Laodao: "Saint slave, you have your own mission, and there will be tasks assigned to you, but it is still the same sentence I told you before."

"In this world, no one can be trusted."

"The Eight Lords have their own path, and I have my own path."

"But anyone's direction may be wrong, and no one can be trusted. The only person you can trust is yourself."

"Understand?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He thought that Mr. Sang was going to answer his questions, but he didn't expect to wait for such a sloppy sentence, and he was immediately disappointed.

"What about you?"

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and said seriously: "You can't believe it either?"

Sang Lao's lips pulled, and his smile was a little creepy.

"You try?"

"Huh!" Xu Xiaoshou shuddered and didn't dare to answer.

Sang Lao said happily: "Don't you say that you have a good brain? Then think about it yourself!"

"You can see so deeply, I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with you."

"The general direction you said is basically correct."

"But there is one thing, limited by your current realm, vision, and experience..."

Sang Lao said, looking up and pointing to the sky with one hand.

"Again, there is a sky beyond the sky, you still miss a layer."

Still missing?

Xu Xiaoshou immediately raised his eyebrows.

On the night of his apprenticeship, Sang Lao pointed at Ehu Lake and told him about the cage. He never thought that reality was so bloody and cruel.

It's true!

But until now, there is still one layer missing?

"What is missing?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked: "A layer outside the Holy Temple and the Holy Slave... the ghost beast layer, the Xuyue Gray Palace?"

Sang Lao smiled but said nothing.

Xu Xiaoshou immediately denied himself: "No, this is at best on the same level. You mean, there is more above the Holy Temple?"

His heart was throbbing.

Inexplicably, the joke that Caramel Tang once said flashed through his mind.

"The Holy Emperor sanctions, the Heavenly Dao suppresses?"

Sang Lao did not reply, but stood up suddenly, put on his straw hat, and looked into the distance with a serious face.

"Here it comes!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

Damn old man, you are keeping me in suspense at the critical moment!

This fucking chat box has been opened to this point, and it's almost scattered.

You don't say it, are you kidding?

Hey, that's not right!

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly woke up.

Even the semi-saint Dao Qiongcang could not speak his name directly, and could only be referred to as the Dao Palace Master.

Then if there is such a layer in this world, it belongs to the Saint Emperor!

Is this something that a mere Xiantian can discuss?

Looking at the dark figure of Sang Lao with his backlight, Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

Old man, you didn't deny it...

Isn't it enough to explain the problem?

"Who!"

Xu Xiaoshou glanced in the same direction as Sang Lao, and his pupils shrank.

In the "perception", a light blue light suddenly broke into the sight, and in the blink of an eye it stopped in the void, standing with a slanted sword.

Gou Wuyue!

Xu Xiaoshou's heart was in turmoil.

Shouldn't this Wuyue Sword Immortal be chasing the Eight Lords at this moment?

How could he come here?

Changed the target?

He looked at Sang Lao, then at Gou Wuyue, and then at the super-large Dragon Fusion Realm that was gushing out from the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood something.

It turned out that this old man was not here to reminisce with him.

Chatting was just a way to kill time.

Even Yu Lingdi was probably helping him to get out of his past.

His real purpose was to divert Bai Yi's attention and bring Gou Wu Yue here, to this battlefield?

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

The image of Ba Zun'an with blood scabs under his mask appeared in his mind.

Xu Xiaoshou understood that there must be a reason why the people in the Holy Slaves had not allowed Ba Zun'an to take action.

In this situation, Cen Qiaofu was held back, and the storyteller and Haitang'er were not strong enough.

Then, the rest...

"After all, he is still the second in command of the Holy Slave. Even if we have different goals, we can still share the same ideals."

"Sometimes, when others are unable to step forward and shoulder everything, the giant who could have hunched over and relaxed has to choose to stand up straight."

Xu Xiaoshou thought, clenched his fists, and followed.

Staring at the backlit figure in front of him, a little thin and malnourished, he looked solemn.

"Old man, can you do it?"