Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 569
"The deceased is gone, Xiao Man, you must mourn."

When the group finished offering incense and kowtow, Sang Wuyin suddenly sighed with a lonely face, and then looked at Sang Xiaoman with concern.

"Thank you, Uncle, for your concern,"

Sang Xiaoman just bowed expressionlessly, then made a gesture of invitation and said:

"Uncles of the eight veins, please go to Baishi Pavilion for a drink of hot tea first."

Several clan chiefs and patriarch Qi Qi frowned. Of course, they didn't come simply to mourn Sang Wuyin.

"If you uncles really have something to discuss, I will go over and discuss it with you after I have entertained the guests who came to express their condolences today. Now, please give my father a clean slate."

Looking at the preoccupied people in front of him, Sang Wuyin's tone became more and more indifferent.

Seeing her uttering all these words, everyone felt that if they still insisted on launching an attack at this time, they would definitely lose their tongues in the future.

None of them wanted to bear the reputation of disturbing their old friends, so you looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, all eyes fell on Sang Wuyin.

"Since Xiaoman's niece said so, everyone should go to Baishi Pavilion for tea first. It's not far away anyway. Are you afraid that Xiaoman will run away?"

Sang Wuyin laughed as if joking.

But in the ears of Sang Xiaoman and Zhai Rong, this joke turned into a naked threat.

But Sang Xiaoman was surprisingly able to hold his breath, and just turned his head away without saying a word, as if he didn't hear anything.

Hearing what Sang Wuyin said, the people of Wumai and Sang Wuyin's disciples also laughed "haha" with a hint of sarcasm.

Then they left the mourning hall one by one.

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

"Uncle, you should also go to worship Shiting first."

Sang Xiaoman frowned.

"Oh, some of my friends will be here soon, I'm here to welcome them, these people have very strange tempers, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it, Xiao Man."

Sang Wuyin said with a "hehe" smile.

Hearing that Sang Xiaoman and Zhai Rong looked at each other again, both of them had a bad feeling in their hearts.

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

Originally, it wasn't that she hadn't considered the possibility of Sang Wuyin joining forces with other forces, but she never thought that he would really do this. As the saying goes, it's easier to invite gods than to send them away, so if it's Sang Wuyin who invites these ghosts and snakes into Yunjing City It may also be skinned afterwards.

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

Sang Xiaoman stood beside him and said calmly.

"I don't want to either. If you can obediently marry my Hailou, I wouldn't need to go through so much trouble."

Sang Wuyin sighed and said helplessly with a hypocritical face.

"It's still 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 if I want to come. Since the person who came today is a guest, let my niece and I follow my uncle to learn a lot."

Sang Xiaoman regained his composure.

Now that the matter has come to this point, she can only take one step at a time when the soldiers come to cover up the water and the earth. If she is in a hurry, she will not be able to kill the fish and the net will be broken in the end. She cannot easily give up the position of the head of the family.

"Cao Guangnan, the master of the White Phoenix Hall, came to pay his respects."

At the same time, the sound of welcoming guests from the entrance and exit of the back hall sounded again, but this time the voice of the servant of the Sang family was a little timid.

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

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

This White Phoenix Hall is one of the newly rising forces in Shizhou in recent years, and the owner of this hall named Cao Guangnan is even more prestigious.

It is said that Cao Guangnan once slaughtered a sect with hundreds of people from the Baifeng Palace one by one. Although this sect has long since fallen, it is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. The Baifeng Palace can eat it, which is enough to prove its strength not weak.

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

"Zhuge Jin, the owner of the Kongchan Building, came to pay his respects."

"Liu Hao, the master of Qianrenyuan, came to pay his respects."

"Yun Yan, a layman of Qianyueju, came to pay his respects."

"The owner of Lion Island, Situ Ze, came to pay his respects."

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

"He Lanzheng, the master of the Biluo Gate, came to pay his respects."

"The Lord of Lianhua Palace, You Chihan, came to pay his respects."

After reading this series of names, not to mention Sang Xiaoman and Zhai Rong, even the stone worship pavilion not far away was in an uproar at this time.

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

And Nasang Wuji greeted him very enthusiastically.

"Miss, these people are not good people, you and I have to be careful."

Zhai Rong whispered to Sang Xiaoman calmly.

"Don't worry, this is Yanzhou and Yunjing City, and it's not their turn to act wild."

Sang Xiaoman gritted her teeth lightly. Although she spoke lightly, her expression became more serious.

"Although these people's cultivation bases are not weak, they have not reached the level of standing alone. There is not a single cultivator at the saint level. No matter how many people come, they are just a mob."

She comforted Zhai Rong who was beside her.

……

After the group of people had burnt incense in front of Sang Buluan's spiritual tablet, Sang Xiaoman sent them to the stone worship pavilion again.

But up to this moment, Nasang Wujian still hadn't left the mourning hall.

"Niece Xiaoman, how does your uncle treat your father like this? These are all famous people in Shizhou."

Sang Wuyin stood beside Sang Xiaoman, looking in the direction of the back hall gate 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 still too late to change your mind. How about being my daughter-in-law?"

Sang Wuyin continued to ask.

"Uncle, I'm joking. I'm not worthy of being a member of the Shanghai Lou Clan. I'd better leave this kind of good thing to other girls."

Sang Xiaoman said expressionlessly.

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

she asked next.

"No no no."

Sang Wuxian shook his head.

"I still have a few friends who have not arrived. These friends have special identities, and I must greet them in person."

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 voice of welcoming guests sounded again. This time, the voice of the villain in charge of welcoming guests was actually trembling.

"Tongyou... Master Xie Xuanchen, owner of Tongyou Hall, Wuji Guan... Guan advocates Wuji, Master Wen Huazi, master of Kunwu Mansion in Zhuyang City, Liuzhou, come, come and pay your respects."

Not only the servant who greeted the guests, but even Sang Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat.

(End of this chapter)