Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 571 I finally met you, Sister Xiaoman!

The Zhang Wuji and the others finished offering incense and didn't stay for long, and went directly to the stone worship pavilion.

But Sang Wuyin still didn't leave, and stood next to Sang Xiaoman like no one else was there.

Before Sang Xiaoman could speak this time, he explained with a smile:
"There are still a few friends who haven't arrived, and I will go there when they come."

"My uncle has friends all over the world, my niece has opened my eyes today."

Sang Xiaoman said calmly.

Having said that, in fact, she was still a little apprehensive. Seeing that Sang Wuyin's bargaining chip was getting bigger and bigger, if another big monk of the same level as that Wen Huazi came, she might really have to resort to the last resort .

"Where, where."

Sang Wuyin chuckled, then looked forward with his hands behind his back and said:

"Xiao Man might as well guess the identities of my last few friends."

"Since I'm my uncle's friend, I'm sure I won't be a mediocre person. My little niece is short-sighted, so I'm afraid I can't guess it."

Sang Xiaoman said indifferently.

At this time, the number of people who could enter the back hall to express their condolences gradually decreased, and Sang Wuyin wanted to stand here, so she didn't bother to bother.

"Haha, Xiao Man, you are joking."

Sang Wuyin smiled heartily, he was in a good mood at the moment, even if there was some cynicism in Sang Xiaoman's words, he didn't care.

"The few people who are going to be here soon, you actually know Xiaoman, and that is Nalankun, the master of the Fengsheng Mansion. You are familiar with this Xiaoman, right?"

He turned his head and smiled at Sang Xiaoman.

Hearing the name Nalankun, Sang Xiaoman frowned inadvertently. This demon cultivator was full of evil in Yanzhou. If it wasn't for the interference of the Xianmeng, he would have been killed by Sang Buran.

But aside from his notoriety, this person's strength can be regarded as genuine. There is no doubt that with him, his younger uncle Sang Wuxian has added another strong support.

"Uncle, why don't you just tell me the identities of the other two."

Sang Xiaoman smiled at Sang Wuyin a little stiffly.

"The last two, although you haven't seen Xiaoman, you must have heard of them."

Sang Wuyin didn't hold back anymore, and said directly:

"These two are the two ghost messengers with the bull's head and horse face among the eight ghost messengers in Hell."

Hearing this, Sang Xiaoman sneered, and then said:
"Speaking of which, Yan Gui has also decided to stand on Uncle's side this time?"

Now that the matter has come to this point, Sang Wuyin's plan is basically clear. For the position of the patriarch, he not only colluded with the Immortal Alliance, but also persuaded Hell Prison.

Let’s not talk about whether these people will directly intervene in the affairs of the Sang family. Their attitude is already very clear if they can come here. Xianmeng and Yanju have made it clear that they want to support the Hezi lineage and suppress the Tianzi lineage.

But when things were over, Sang Xiaoman was relieved.

Before, she had been weighing the pros and cons of confronting Xianmeng, but now, since the attitudes of Xianmeng and Hell are so clear, she doesn't have to worry about it much.

"Why does Xiao Man speak so out of touch? How can he say that he is on my side?"

Sang Wuxian said dissatisfied.

"Who is that standing on?"

Sang Xiaoman said, seeing Sang Wuyin's pretentious appearance, she wanted to laugh a little.

"Of course I'm on the side of the Sang family. You and I are a family."

Sang Wuyin said with an elder's caring eyes on his younger generation.

"Uncle, you have said so much, do you still want me to marry into your family?"

Sang Xiaoman asked with a smile.

"Xiao Man, you are a smart person. A smart person should see the current situation clearly. It will only be good for you and not bad for you to marry me."

Sang Wuyin spoke sincerely and sincerely.

"If you wish, I will take them out of this back hall right now, and let your father be buried in a grand manner."

He added another sentence.

When Sang Xiaoman heard this, after being silent for a moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at Sang Wuyin, then smiled and said:

"I don't want to."

"Humph!"

Sang Wuyin snorted coldly, then said coldly:
"Then you just wait to be the eternal sinner of the Sang family!"

Sang Xiaoman ignored him, but knelt silently on the futon next to the coffin, waiting for the next guest who came to offer condolences.

It's just that before the next guest came, a servant of the Sang family ran over panting.

"Small, miss, there is a little girl at the door who insists on breaking in."

The servant said a little timidly.

"Do you have to ask Miss about this kind of thing? Everyone who has nothing to do with it will be kicked out."

Before Sang Xiaoman could speak, Zhai Rong suddenly stood up beside him, with a sullen expression on his face.

"Yes, but she said that she knew Miss, and asked me to give this thing to Miss, saying that Miss would definitely let her in after seeing it."

The little man held up a yarrow bracelet tremblingly and said.

Originally, Sang Xiaoman didn't pay much attention to what this servant said, but when she saw this yarrow bracelet, her heart felt like a hammer.

She stood up and snatched the yarrow bracelet from the servant's hand.

After checking it carefully, her heart began to beat violently, and she couldn't calm down no matter what.

"Where is the little girl now?"

After forcing himself to calm down, Sang Xiaoman asked the servant.

"Just outside, just outside."

Seeing Sang Xiaoman's reaction, the servant finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bring her in."

Although she wanted to rush out and meet the little girl in person at the moment, she still suppressed the thought because of Sang Wuyin who was on the sidelines.

"Miss, is this..."

Zhai Rong glanced at the yarrow bracelet in Sang Xiaoman's hand, then frowned.

It's just that he was halfway through his words when he saw Sang Xiaoman shaking his head at him, so he didn't ask further, but Sang Xiaoman's reaction still confirmed his conjecture.

"Why is niece Xiaoman still playing charades with Mr. Zhai?"

Sang Wuyin is so shrewd, he already sensed something wrong from Sang Xiaoman's eyes.

"Could it be that outside this door is the expert you invited, Xiaoman?"

he asked with a smile.

"Uncle laughed, it's just an old friend I haven't seen for many years."

Sang Xiaoman said calmly, but her tone of voice became lighter than ever before.

Soon, everyone saw that the servant led a young girl over.

The girl looks delicate and delicate, exuding an inexplicable sense of agility all over her body, coupled with that pink skirt, she is like a rose in full bloom in the morning with drops of dewdrops, bright and moving.

But apart from her appearance and demeanor, everyone found that she was just an ordinary little girl, who could see through her spiritual cultivation at a glance.

And Sang Wuyin let go of the heart that had been hanging just now, and he even laughed at himself:
"An ordinary little girl can scare you like this, Sang Wuxian, Sang Wuxian, you are really old."

Let's talk about the curtain, and soon followed the villain to Sang Xiaoman.

But before Sang Xiaoman opened his mouth, he asked Sang Xiaoman excitedly:
"Are you Miss Xiaoman?"

"right……"

Before Sang Xiaoman finished speaking, Zhang Lian threw himself into Sang Xiaoman's arms, hugged her waist and said happily:

"I finally met you, Sister Xiaoman!"

(End of this chapter)