A reporter from Wuxing Luo Imperial Newspaper came to Tang San with a small notebook and pen and asked Tang San how he was feeling at the moment.

"Mr. Tang San, may I ask, what do you think in your heart now, and what are your plans for the future?"

Tang San glanced at the reporter, forcibly squeezed out a tear, wiped it with his right hand, and let out a knowing smile.

"Hello everyone, I am Tang San, the master of the Tang Sect, on the XX day, my lover, that is, my wife and life mentor, Xiao Wu, died due to sacrifice, I am deeply saddened.

Without the full support of my Xiao Wu wife, without her family background, flesh and blood, body, soul, and the sacrifice of her soul and life, there would be no Tang San today, and you wouldn't be able to see the Tang Sect Master of the Douluo Continent.

In the second half of this year, the new Tangmen Workshop jointly opened by my Tang Sect and the Star Luo Empire will be officially opened, and at that time, I will continue to play the role of the Tang Sect Master, and I will use the artistic image of the Tang Sect Master of the Douluo Continent.

Strive to create a young, positive, healthy, upward, hot-blooded, and green image of the master of the Tang Sect that Xiao Wu and all the people of the Douluo Continent are satisfied with, and the culture and sports are both flowering, carry forward the traditional culture of the Tang Sect, and comfort the soul of my wife Xiao Wu in the sky.

I hope that everyone will fully support in the future and buy the hidden weapons produced by Tangmen, thank you. ”

In the end, Tang San hugged his fist.

"Today is my wife's first seven sacrifice days, I don't want to say anything else, that's all."

In front of Tang San, after the reporter finished recording, he raised his head, smiled, and asked again.

"Lord of the Tang Sect, after you, there are also some small workshops in the Star Luo Empire that have invented many advanced devices, some are manned large kites, and some are dikes and special water gates that control the direction of the water flow.

For these things, the Star Luo Empire officially requires all copyrights and patents to be handed over to the government, operated by the government, and collects patent fees, if the cost of the device is too large, the inventor may have to paste the government Golden Soul Coin upside down, do you have any views on these? ”

Tang San didn't think at all, and replied without thinking: "We can not trust the government of the Star Luo Empire, but!" ”

Tang San's expression became firm.

"We must believe in the White Tiger Sect! The White Tiger Sect is the first major sect in the lower four sects of the seven major sects in the mainland, except for the Title Douluo, there are more high-level soul masters in the sect than the other three sects combined! Such a sect, we must believe in him, he will not let us down! ”

As he spoke, Tang San's gaze casually looked to the side, and his tone became very impatient and full of contempt.

"Small workshops don't always think about copyrights and patents, just invent their devices with peace of mind."

At this time, the reporter tried to ask again.

"Then Lord Tangmen, what have you been doing all these years apart from the trials of Seagod Island?"

Tang San turned his gaze back and looked at the reporter, with a touch of mystery on his face.

"I've only been doing one thing all these years."

"Oh?"

The female reporter raised her eyebrows.

Tang San had pride on his face, as well as a little bit of pride.

"Over the years, I have done only one thing, that is, to keep the copyright and patent of my Tangmen secret weapon, and not to sell it to anyone, even if Tangmen was not created by me, the secret weapon was only imitated by me, and I also applied for a patent.

No one is allowed to imitate, all the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect have a special anti-dismantling device for my Tang Sect, once forcibly disassembled, there is no possibility of assembly. ”

"Oh, I see." The female reporter nodded abruptly.

Finally recorded!

The female reporter was happy in her heart, and then said goodbye to Tang San, took a small notebook and pen, and walked out of the mourning hall set up by Tang San.

The reporter left, Tang San looked at it, then turned around, and his eyes fell to a place in the mourning hall, in front of the coffin.

In front of the coffin, a fat man with small eyes, short hair, and two whiskers on his face was kneeling on the futon, howling and crying.

It's Ma Hongjun!

Ma Hongjun cried and said: "Xiao Wu, you died so miserably, not only did your soul and flesh and blood be sacrificed, but even if you died, you had to be taken out to stir up heat and sell secret weapons, so pitiful, woo wow......!" ”

Ma Hongjun cried so loudly that his tears and snot flowed straight down, which was more real than Tang San. (And that's exactly what happened.) ）

In the mourning hall, Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun with disgust in his eyes, not only disgusted by Ma Hongjun for speaking ill of himself, but also disgusted by this evil fire phoenix for soiling the mourning hall he had set up with a handful of snot and tears.

Tang San's face was gloomy and he patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder.

Ma Hongjun turned his head blankly, with tears and snot on his face, "What are you doing?" ”

Tang San raised his chin towards the door of the mourning hall, "Go out." ”

Ma Hongjun knew that his strength was not as good as Tang San, and he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he was reluctant to glance at Xiao Wu's coffin again, but after all, he got up and walked out step by step.

After Ma Hongjun left, one after another, Dai Mubai and others comforted Tang San, and they all left.

Finally, in the evening, everyone was almost gone, and only Tang San and his teacher, the master sitting on one of the seats in the mourning hall, Yu Xiaogang, were left in the mourning hall.

The master's stiff and rigid face was slightly moved, after all, Xiao Wu had also trained under him for so long, it was impossible not to be sad.

But, after all, people can't be resurrected after death, the master sighed, and finally got up from his seat.

Standing up, the master came to Tang San's side and patted Tang San on the shoulder.

"Little San, follow me."

"Teacher?"

Tang San was puzzled.

The master didn't explain or reply, just walked out of the mourning hall and walked outside the mourning hall.

Tang San looked at him suspiciously, thinking that it would be better to go over and have a look, so he immediately followed.

Outside, the sky was already dark, and outside the courtyard where some sundries were placed, the courtyard walls were somewhat dilapidated, and many places were broken walls.

This was all bombed by the planes of the Martial Spirit Empire, and in the process of Tang San and the others retreating all the way south, Qian Nawei once again launched a large-scale air raid, and now there is no place in the Star Luo Empire that is safe.

Outside the house near the door, there is another oblique downward entrance, which is used for air defense, once it encounters the bombing of the Wuhun Empire, you can enter the underground bomb shelter from the entrance to avoid the bombing.

Today is considered lucky, the wind in the sky is a little chaotic, and it is dangerous for planes to take off and land, so there are no planes from the Wuhun Empire to bomb.

Tang San stood outside the house and looked at the starry sky, his face a little stunned.

Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, if you could see it with me, how great it would be......

With a sigh, Tang San moved forward and followed the master out of the small courtyard and out of the street.

The streets were also in ruins, littered with crumbling masonry walls and debris, as well as broken beams.

However, although the appearance is very dilapidated, there are quite a lot of pedestrians on the street, and it is quite lively, and many residents of the Star Luo Empire go out to the street, or set up stalls to sell goods, or go shopping to watch.

It's night now, the planes of the Wuhun Empire won't be dispatched, and the night market is already very prosperous, so there is a scene now.

On the street, the master took Tang San for a while and came to the entrance of an air-raid shelter.

The master turned his head to look at it, then turned back and went down, into the bomb shelter.

Tang San was a little puzzled.

Where the hell is the teacher going?

Tang San couldn't figure it out, but thinking that it was impossible for the master to harm him, he thought about it for a while, and then immediately stepped forward and entered the air-raid shelter.

The floor inside the bomb shelter is built into a stepped shape and paved with broken bluestone, which is hard and dry and does not absorb water, and does not allow the ground to slip too much and cause it to fall.

Tang San walked a few steps and went down to the bottom of the air-raid shelter, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

It is a large space, with wide aisles on both sides of the aisle, through which you can see the exits connected to the other bomb shelters in the distance.

Yes, these bomb shelters are all connected!

Of course, except for Tang San's place and the army of the Star Luo Empire, the military air-raid shelter of the Star Luo Empire is more solid, the passage is also wider, and there are a large number of military facilities and military materials stored inside.

In the streets of the bomb shelter, pedestrians of all ages come and go, talking and laughing, and there is no fear of being bombed and the haze of war at all.

On the other side of the street, there were many "caves", and various signboards and slogans were hung at the entrances, forming "underground shops" one after another.

This kind of liveliness is even more lively than the streets outside, just like an "underground city"!

In the underground city, the master had already walked in one direction of the underground street, and Tang San saw it and hurriedly followed.

The two of them walked through several streets, and after a while, they came to an underground shop with a few women wearing heavy makeup at the door.

At the door of the store, the women wearing heavy makeup kept waving the handkerchiefs in their hands and beckoning to passers-by.

"Uncle, come on~"

The sound made Tang San's bones crispy.

Tang San looked at the master in surprise, who was usually unsmiling and had a rigid and stiff face.

"Teacher, what is this?"

The master didn't look back, he went straight in, and only said two words, "Come in."

Tang San opened his mouth and touched his nose, a touch of helplessness appeared on his face, and finally followed his teacher and walked into this "kiln".

The kiln enters the door with several young women on both sides of the station, constantly attracting guests to enter, and then there are some excavation passages, and there are entrances dug to one side of the passage, and it seems that there are compartments.

Here, Tang San was looking, and the master was already standing with a chicken head.

The chicken head stood beside the master, and after saluting respectfully, he said carefully: "Master, you are here." ”

The master nodded without a smile, and the zombie-like rigid face on his face did not change at all, and he glanced at the chicken-headed man.

"All ready?"

"Everything is ready according to your orders."

The chicken-headed man responded respectfully.

The master nodded with satisfaction, took out a small golden card from his soul guide, and handed it to the chicken-headed man.

The chicken-headed man was respectful on the surface, but he took it in ecstasy in his heart, and then quickly handed it to a waitress who followed behind, and the waitress quickly swiped the card, and returned it to the chicken-headed man after swiping.