In front of the small building in the quiet courtyard, the four maids stood with their hands down, respectfully bowed to Sang Mingshen, and stood on both sides with tea cups, without any other superfluous movements, just curiously glanced at the thin young man who came with him and seemed to be extraordinary.

Wu Ming's brows were tightly locked, and he didn't care about the strange eyes looming around him, and kept thinking in his heart.

I thought that the Sang family did not have a seizure, but they wanted to borrow his strength, or the power of several powerful people behind him, to treat the seriously injured Sang Yu, but I didn't expect it to be for what Lao Shizi's Shuzun.

There is no doubt that a strong person like Sang Ming, who is so respectful, must be a semi-saint powerhouse, Wu Ming definitely does not have the ability to heal such a strong person, and the Sang family is undoubtedly a powerful person with several saints behind him!

Even so, how could the Sang family think that he could be moved?

You must know that the saint and the heavens, every word and deed, are all very involved, if the Sang family's tree is not involved with them, or if it is the enemy's doing, if it is not necessary, the saint will not act easily.

It can be seen that if the Sang family was forced to be unable to do so, they would not have put their hopes on a grandmaster, after all, the Sang family is extraordinary, and they are one of the representatives of the Legalists, and they also have a lot of say in the temples, so they will not be helpless.

But no matter what Shuzun's status in the Sang family is, it has little to do with him, even if the Sang family wants to use the topic to play, he refuses if he wants to refuse, and there is no discussion at all.

It's just that Sang Yu is kind to him, although he doesn't see him much, and he seems to cheat him every time, but no matter what he says, he is good to Sang Jingjing and Wu Fu, so he can't sit idly by.

Before I went upstairs, I saw a man and a woman walking out of front of the door, the man was about thirty or forty years old, with a long beard fluttering under his chin, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a Confucian shirt, and a jade tree in the wind, handsome and extraordinary.

The woman is about thirty years old, and seems to be in her early twenties, with ordinary sideburns and a wooden hairpin, she looks like an ordinary woman, but she has a trace of nobility and grace that cannot be concealed, but there is a faint melancholy in her reddish eyes.

Wu Ming could see at a glance that this woman was six or seven points similar to Sang Yu, and if there was no accident, it was most likely her mother Mei Ruolan.

And the man is the father of Sang Hengshan, the contemporary patriarch of the Sang family.

"Patriarch, madam, this is Wu Ming Xiaoyou!"

Sang Ming introduced.

"There is Sixth Elder Lao!"

Sang Hengshan bowed slightly, and after looking at Wu Ming, there was no discoloration.

"I've heard Sister Jing talk about you a few times, I am like a sister to your Aunt Jing, and you and Yu'er are close friends, just call me Aunt Mei!"

Mei Ruolan gently pulled Wu Ming and walked in with him without hesitation.

"How is Miss Sang's injury?"

Wu Ming knew that the two of them were so polite, because they wanted to borrow strength from themselves, and they didn't want to be polite, so they went straight to the point.

"Hey, Yu'er is still unconscious, even if ......"

Mei Ruolan smiled reluctantly and sighed.

"Wu Ming Xiaoyou!"

Sang Hengshan sat down and said straightly, "I invite you to come this time, I think the six elders have already told you about the situation of Yu'er......"

"The patriarch is wrong with this!"

Wu Ming's impolite behavior made the three people present frown slightly, but he continued unnoticed, "The kid came here to visit relatives and friends, and now that he has seen his relatives, his friends are sick, as a friend, he will do his best!"

"Ming'er understands the righteousness so well, if Ming'er knows, she will be overjoyed!"

Mei Ruolan couldn't help but say with joy.

A woman's family, even if she is a housewife, will act in the interests of the family first, but now that it is a matter of life and death for her only daughter, she will definitely choose her daughter first.

"Ruolan!"

Sang Hengshan frowned slightly.

Mei Ruolan knew that she was speechless, her face was bitter, and she went to the back hall under the excuse of renewing the tea.

"Do You Know ......"

"The patriarch doesn't need to say much!"

Wu Ming interrupted again, directly ignoring Sang Hengshan, who was becoming angry, and said lightly, "How is the Sang family's golden scales compared?"

How is the Sang family compared to the Tang Dynasty?

As soon as the three questions came out, Mo said that Sang Hengshan was speechless, and when Sang Ming came to his mouth, he also swallowed it back, and there was a faint fluctuation of divine consciousness around him, which receded like a tide, and there was a dead silence in the hall.

The family is as big as the Sang family, and it is true that it is a first-class force in the Great Song Dynasty, but it is far inferior to any of them, even the seemingly weakest Golden Scale Demon Emperor is now about to be canonized, and there is the support of the Zhao Song royal family and the demon clan behind it.

Today's Wu Ming has the confidence, no longer has many taboos like in the past, and exudes confidence all over his body, and even has a momentum!

The head of the dignified family, in the face of Wu Ming's edge, actually felt a little constrained.

"Multiple friends, multiple paths!"

But Sang Hengshan is the head of the clan after all, his eyesight is extraordinary, and he quickly recovers, "Xiaoyou never wants to have an enemy like the Sang family." ”

"Not bad!"

Wu Ming admitted it frankly and said bluntly, "So, it's fair between us!"

Sang Hengshan and Sang Ming's faces suddenly became a little ugly.

As soon as this remark came out, it was tantamount to a direct statement, Wu Ming could do nothing and save Sang Yu at any cost, but it did not mean that he had the obligation to help the Sang family save Na Lao Shizi's Shuzun.

You know, please move those powerful people, no matter which side you are, you want Wu Ming to owe heaven a great favor.

After the matter of the Shankui Holy Monarch, the current Wu Ming really doesn't want to have much to do with it, and it's okay to pull the tiger skin to pull the banner, but if it really comes to the critical moment, it still depends on himself.

Otherwise, he was sold by such a thoughtful and profound existence, I'm afraid he would still be helping to count the money.

And the Sang family was also thinking about it in this way, so that Wu Ming and the Sage could be involved in cause and effect, so that they could save trouble.

"What a yellow-mouthed child, you dare to make a big deal of nonsense in my Sang family, do you really think that I can't wait for you?"

Just as the two of them were weighing the pros and cons, after a period of terrifying divine consciousness fluctuations, there was a tall old man with a ruddy face in the room, and he shouted with anger in his eyes.

"Third Elder!"

The displeasure in Sang Hengshan's eyes flashed.

Although Sang Ming didn't speak, he also picked up the teacup and covered it up.

In the face of this peak great master, the terrifying coercion that came to his face like an overwhelming mountain, Wu Ming was unconscious, and he took a sip of the unique spiritual tea of Shan Lai Mountain with a calm expression, and even the old god smacked his lips and tasted it.

Without asking, it can be known that this person should be Sang Ping, the third elder of the Sang family, and his appearance so angry even made Wu Ming suspect that the six people were instructed by him.

"Patriarch, sixth brother, I said a long time ago that there is not much to talk about with such wolf-hearted and dog-lung people!"

Sang Ping waved his hand and said sharply, "Knowing that it is the great master of my Sang family, poisoning with his hot hands, and not caring about his feelings, my Sang family can't afford to entertain them, so I should wipe out those people with evil intentions, and torture my divine sense with the technique of peeling off the cocoon, so as to ensure that I can find all the spies buried in my Sang family!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

The strong aura flickered, and the table rocking chairs in the room were blowing, and there were four more figures, a total of five peak grandmasters, staring at Wu Ming with a cold face.

"Is this going to salute before the soldiers?" or ......?"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Xiaoyou, don't get me wrong, my Sang family will never be so hospitable, it's just that Xiaoyou killed my Sang family, it's reasonable and reasonable, you should give an explanation!"

Sang Ming stood up, vaguely between the two sides, seemingly doing peace, but in fact he was still facing his own home, which was also reasonable.

"Lao Qi, first arrest those outsiders and take them into Sangziyu, I want to see, what ability does this son have, can he still fly from my Danlai Mountain?"

A thin old man snapped.

Wu Ming suddenly raised his head, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Wait!"

Sang Hengshan's heart jumped, and he said solemnly, "This matter has never come to this point, now you should focus on Shuzun, don't mess up your own position, and go to the doctor in a hurry!"

"Hehe, Patriarch Sang is so sure, isn't it a rush to the doctor when he finds me?"

Wu Ming sneered and got up, completely ignoring the coercion of the five peak grandmasters, even if he was not the opponent of any of them alone.

But since he dares to come, he is sure that he will retreat, and as for how to go, he still has the final say.

"Little friend's words are wrong, you have a lot of relationships with several holy monarchs, and if you can be valued by a few of them, there must be something extraordinary!"

Sang Hengshan finally said.

"Hehe, let me guess!"

Wu Ming tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Sen Ran's eyes were still staring at the thin old man, "Your Sang family was the one who held the bull's ear of the Legalist family back then, even if it was in the temples, there was a place, but you went to find me from near and far, which shows that the temples are unwilling to meddle in this matter." ”

Everyone's faces changed slightly, although they didn't speak, but in the eyes of Wu Ming, who was as wise as a demon, it already explained everything.

"Let me guess again, now that Shenzhou is in an eventful season, although the temples are strong, they also need to gather all the help to deal with the upcoming disaster, which shows that the enemies of your Sang family are not light in the eyes of the temples. ”

The breath in the room was disordered, and the pupils of several old monsters shrank, and their eyes showed disbelief.

"Then, there is only one possibility left, the temples have shown you a way, which can not only solve the misfortune of the Sang family, but also win over that force, but the price to pay...... Tsk!"

The aura of the elders was unstable, and they were really not lightly ridiculed by these words, but they had nothing to say, it was really Wu Mingquan who was right!

"Why don't you guess ......"

Sang Ming hesitated.

"Mulberry can be ambushed under your noses, do you really think that everyone is a fool, will you be at your mercy?"

Wu Ming flicked his sleeves coldly, not giving this face at all, even if he was Sang Jingjing's father.

If it weren't for him to get in the way, how could Sang Jingjing and Wu Fu not be together for many years?

"Hey!"

Sang Hengshan sat down and waved his hand.

Although the old men have an unwilling face, they are now completely dominated by Wu Ming, where is there still a face to stay, and they are all gone, only the old man who has been stared at by Wu Ming is uncomfortable, and he hesitates before leaving.

"I want to take a look at Sang Yu first, and the rest of the things will be talked about when the patriarch thinks clearly!"

Wu Ming turned straight to the back hall, as if he was the owner of this place, "Aunt Lao Mei will lead the way!"

"Child, it's hard for you!"

Mei Ruolan didn't look at her husband, who was dark-faced, and beckoned Wu Ming to go upstairs, and when she saw the angry mulberry on the bed in the house, she couldn't stop her tears anymore.

"Zhong Gu!"

Wu Ming naturally didn't have the ability to see Sang Yu's injury, but he couldn't hide the withered holy soul, and soon determined the cause.