Sang Ming disliked everyone in the Kunwu Sword Sect.
Elder Beiming became angry when he heard this. He slapped the table and shouted,
"Your Sang family is poorer than our Kunwu Sword Sect, and you still have the nerve to dislike us?!"
Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Su Changli felt a headache and wanted to go back to his home at Snowfall Peak. Fortunately, Elder Zhou from Tianshuang Pavilion smiled and smoothed things over.
"The relationship between the two of you is still as good as it was two hundred years ago. They bicker non-stop when they meet. You are indeed the best friend in the fourteen continents of Cangwu."
Sang Ming rolled his eyes after hearing this.
"Who has a good relationship with him?"
They are not of the same generation, they are just guys who rely on their old age to show off their old age.
Beiming also nodded,
"Yes, yes, according to seniority, he has to call me uncle."
It’s really not polite at all!
Sang Luo heard his head filled with questions and looked at his father.
"Dad, have you ever practiced under the Kunwu Sword Sect?"
Sang Ming snorted softly,
"That's not called practice, that's called sparring. There was no one in the Kunwu Sword Sect two hundred years ago who could fight."
Sang Luo's eyes widened as he listened.
"Dad, are you so fierce?"
Sang Ming raised his hand and flicked Sang Luo's forehead, with a lazy look on his face.
"How do you talk? Where do you think you got this talent? Did you just inherit it from your father and me?"
Sang Luo: "."
A few people talked for a while and then dispersed.
Sang Ming had to take the disciples of the Sang family to settle down first.
Thanks to the vast territory of the Xuanyuan Sect, it was more than enough for direct disciples from these seven sects and eight aristocratic families to come and live in the sect one by one.
After everyone left, Changli Sword Master asked Sang Luo,
"Why did you lie to Sang Ming and say you didn't know Chu Yanshu?"
Sang Luo curled his lips and said,
"My father urges me to marry Chu Yanshu, but I don't want to!"
A flash of surprise flashed across Su Changli's eyes, and then he smiled again,
"This Sang Ming is really"
His master's expression was too helpless. Sang Luo looked at Su Changli and asked,
"Master, did my father know you before?"
Su Changli nodded and said,
"Xuanyuanzong and the Sang family are family friends. Not only your father, but also your grandfather and great-grandfather, I know them all."
After listening to this, Sang Luo suddenly realized a problem. She raised her head and looked at Su Changli.
"Master, my father is also a god-former, with quite a lot of talent. It stands to reason that my grandfather is the same, but I have never seen my grandfather or the others, and I have never heard my father mention it."
She had never understood before that, as a big family with many talented people, the Sang family was still so poor.
As she spoke, she seemed to think of something and hesitated slightly.
Su Changli paused for a moment, looked into the distance and sighed softly,
"Sang Luo, your Sang family has paid a lot for Cangwu Realm."
Sang was silent for a moment and said,
"Are my grandfather and the others all on the battlefield of Demonic Death?"
"yes."
Su Changli closed his eyes slightly,
"The Sang family has guarded the Wuyahai front for generations and resisted the invasion of demons. Three years ago, I went to the Sang family to discuss the demon war with your father. But I didn't expect that Feng Lijian would suddenly recognize you as its master."
Therefore, he brought her back to Xuanyuan Sect.
What kind of peace is there in this world? It's just that someone has been guarding this land.
The most enshrined people in the Hall of Heroes on Beimang Mountain are the Sang family.
Su Changli looked at Sang Luo, and the figures of Lin Qinghan, Lu Changsheng and the other young men flashed through his mind.
And they will also appear on that battlefield in the near future.
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Sang Luo listened and fell into a lengthy silence.