"The deceased is gone, Xiaoman, you have to mourn. ”

After the group finished the incense and kowtowed, Sang Wuyun suddenly sighed with a lonely face, and then looked at Sang Xiaoman with a concerned face.

"Thank you uncle for your concern,"

Sang Xiaoman just gave a salute with an expressionless face, and then made a gesture of invitation and said:

"Uncles of the Eight Veins, please go to the Baishi Pavilion to drink hot tea first. ”

Several of the patriarchs of the five veins frowned in unison, of course they didn't come simply to mourn Sang Wuyun.

"If you uncles really have something to discuss, I will go over to discuss with you after entertaining the guests who came to mourn today, and now I ask you to give my father a clean up. ”

Looking at the people in front of him who were full of worries, Sang Wuyan's tone became more and more cold.

Seeing that she said this, everyone only felt that if she insisted on making trouble at this time, she would definitely fall into the mouth in the future.

None of them wanted to bear the infamy of bothering the old people, so you look at me, I look at you, and finally everyone's eyes fell on Sang Wuyun.

"Since Xiaoman's niece said so, you will go to the Baishi Pavilion to drink tea first, anyway, it's not far away, are you still afraid that Xiaoman will run away?"

Sang Wuyun laughed as if he was joking.

However, in the ears of Sang Xiaoman and Zhai Rong, this joke became a naked threat.

But Sang Xiaoman was unexpectedly able to calm down, and just turned his head without saying a word, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Hearing Sang Wuyun say this, the people of the five veins and Sang Wuyun's disciples also smiled with a hint of mockery.

Then they went out of the mourning hall one by one.

But until everyone left, Sang Wuyun still stood there with a smile on his face.

"Uncle, you should also go to the stone pavilion and wait for a while. ”

Sang Xiaoman frowned.

"Oh, a few of my friends will be here to greet them, these people have a very strange temper, I'm afraid you won't be able to cope with it. ”

Sang Wuyun said with a smile.

Hearing this, Sang Xiaoman and Zhai Rong glanced at each other again, and a bad premonition welled up in their hearts.

For Sang Xiaoman, if it was these people from the five veins of the clan, it would be easy for her to deal with it, but if there was another group of people from outside the Sang family, she might be in some trouble.

Originally, she didn't think about the possibility that Sang Wuyun would join forces with other forces, but she didn't expect him to really do this, as the so-called invitation to God is easy to send God, invite these cow ghosts and snake gods into Cloud Whale City, even Sang Wuyun may be stripped of a layer of skin afterwards.

"Uncle, do you really want to do this?"

Sang Xiaoman stood beside him and said lightly.

"I don't want to, if you can obediently marry my family Hailou, where do I need to go through so much trouble. ”

Sang Wuyun sighed and said helplessly.

"It's too late for you to beg me now. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Sang Xiaoman with a smile.

"Uncle insists on this, it's useless to ask me if I want to, since the person who came today is a guest, let my niece and I follow Uncle to have a long experience. ”

Sang Xiaoman's expression regained his composure.

The matter has come to this point, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, she can only take one step at a time, and she is so anxious that she can't break the net in the end, and she can't easily give up the position of the head of the family.

"Cao Guangnan, the hall master of the White Phoenix Palace, came to pay respects. ”

At the same time, the welcoming sound from the entrance of the back hall sounded again, only this time the voice of the subordinate of the Sang family carried a hint of timidity.

"White Phoenix Palace...... Cao Guangnan?!"

After hearing this name, Sang Xiaoman's heart sank.

This White Phoenix Hall is one of the newly rising forces in the Ten States over the years, and this hall master named Cao Guangnan is even more prestigious.

It is said that this Cao Guangnan once, one person and one knife with a hundred people in the White Phoenix Hall slaughtered a sect, although this sect has long declined, but the so-called emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and the fact that the White Phoenix Hall can eat it is enough to prove that its strength is not weak.

But before Sang Xiaoman had time to digest the name, the sound of welcoming guests began to sound one after another.

"Zhuge Jin, the owner of the empty cicada building, came to pay respects. ”

"Liu Hao, the master of the Thousand Thousand Courtyards, came to pay respects. ”

"Qianyue Jushi Yun Yan came to pay respects. ”

"Situ Ze, the owner of Lion Island, came to pay respects. ”

"The master of the Iron Bone Hall, Jing Shaochi, came to pay respects. ”

"The master of Biluomen, Helan Zheng, came to pay respects. ”

"The palace master of Lianhua Palace, You Yinghan, came to pay respects. ”

With the recitation of this string of names, not to mention Sang Xiaoman and Zhairong, even the Baishi Pavilion not far away was in an uproar at this time.

Immediately, Sang Xiaoman saw a group of cultivators with extraordinary bearing walking out, talking and laughing.

And Nasang Wuyun greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"Miss, these people are not good stubble, you and I have to deal with them carefully. ”

Zhai Rong whispered to Sang Xiaoman quietly.

"Don't worry, this is Yanzhou, it's Cloud Whale City, and it's not their turn to go wild. ”

Sang Xiaoman gritted her teeth lightly, although her words were very relaxed, her expression became more and more solemn.

"And although these people's cultivation is not weak, they have not yet reached the level of standing alone, there is not a single cultivator in the saint realm, no matter how many they come, they are just a rabble. ”

She comforted Zhai Rong on the side.

......

After this group of people had incense in front of Sang Buchao's spiritual seat, Sang Xiaoman once again sent them to the stone worship pavilion on the side.

But until this time, Nasang Wuyun still did not leave the mourning hall.

"Xiaoman's niece, how about your uncle giving your father this pomp? ”

Sang Wuyun stood next to Sang Xiaoman, looking in the direction of the back hall door with a smile on his face.

"Uncle is really well-intentioned. ”

Sang Xiaoman snorted coldly, she didn't need to be polite at this time.

"It's too late to change your mind, how about being my daughter-in-law?"

Sang Wuyun then asked.

"Uncle said with a smile, where am I worthy of the Shanghai Lou clan, this kind of good thing should be left to other girls. ”

Sang Xiao said expressionlessly.

"But you, uncle, why are you still standing here? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

She then asked.

"No, no, no. ”

Sang Wuyun shook his head.

"I still have a few friends who have not yet arrived, and these friends are special and I have to greet them personally. ”

He said solemnly.

Hearing this, Sang Xiaoman's heart sank, and that bad premonition came to his heart again.

At this moment, outside the gate of the back hall of the ancestral hall, the sound of welcoming guests sounded again, and this time the villain in charge of welcoming guests actually had a tremor in his voice.

"Quiet ...... Xie Xuanchen, the owner of the Tongyou Pavilion, has no self-view...... The Lord Wenhuazi, the lord of Kunwu Mansion in Zhuyang City, Liuzhou, came to pay respects. ”

Not only the subordinate who welcomed the guest, but even Sang Xiaoman made a "pop" in his heart and beat violently.

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