Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 572
"Eh?"

Sang Xiaoman, who was hugged, opened his arms a little at a loss.

"Wait, girl, it seems like we've never met before?"

While gently pushing open the curtain, she signaled Zhai Rong and the others not to be nervous.

In fact, just now, if it weren't for the fact that this curtain was still inexperienced, Zhai Rong and the others might have rushed over a long time ago.

"Well, this is the first time I've seen you."

Zhang Lian'er smiled happily and nodded.

"But I, Uncle Yun, will try to mention you to me."

she continued.

"Uncle Yun?"

Sang Xiaoman heard this name suddenly, but didn't react for a while.

But immediately, she remembered the "Yarrow Bracelet" she had sent over before, and then picked up the Yarrow Bracelet, and tried hard to restrain her emotions and asked:
"Uncle Yun you are talking about is the one who gave you this yarrow bracelet?"

"Well, well, that's right, Uncle Yun said that you will definitely agree to see me after reading it. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Zhang Lian'er smiled brightly.

Hearing this, Sang Xiaoman was quite sure that Uncle Yun was supposed to be "he" in the little girl's mouth, and her heart began to beat violently as if uncontrollably.

"Then, what about you, Uncle Yun?"

Sang Xiaoman looked at Zhang Lian'er full of expectation and apprehension.

Even she who was not at all timid under the threat of Sang Wuyin before, her voice trembled a little at this moment.

"He, is he here too?"

She couldn't wait for Zhang Lian'er's answer, so she looked around and said something to herself.

"Uncle Yun, he didn't come because he has something to do."

Zhang Lianer shook her head.

Hearing that the expectation in Sang Xiaoman's eyes suddenly turned into disappointment, he curled his lips and said in a low voice:
"Hmph, big liar, you made me happy for nothing."

"Sister Xiaoman, what did you say?"

Zhang Lian'er didn't hear clearly, so she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, nothing."

When Sang Xiaoman heard the words, he immediately looked at Zhang Lian'er expectantly.

"Didn't your Uncle Yun ask you to bring me anything?"

She held Zhang Lian'er's face affectionately and asked.

"I didn't bring the words, but there is a letter, he asked me to hand it to you."

Zhang Lian'er patted her head as if remembering something suddenly, and then saw her take out Li Yunsheng's letter and hand it to Sang Xiaoman.

Seeing the four familiar words "Xiaoman's personal letter" on the envelope, a big stone in Sang Xiaoman's heart finally settled——

"It's him."

Even after so many years, she can still recognize the handwriting of junior brother Li Yunsheng at a glance.

This handwriting is honest and simple at first glance, but sharp-edged on closer inspection, there will be no one else except Li Yunsheng.

Of course, compared to confirming that Uncle Yun is Li Yunsheng, Sang Xiaoman is more happy about the fact that Li Yunsheng is still alive.

Although she has often heard news about Li Yunsheng these years, there is no piece of news that can definitely tell her that Sang Xiaoman is still alive.

But the letter in hand now can.

"It doesn't matter if you can come or not, as long as you are alive, everything will be fine if you are alive."

Sang Xiaoman looked at the envelope and said happily from the bottom of his heart.

Then she opened the envelope.

There were only a few lines of words on a thin piece of paper inside the envelope, but it made Sang Xiaoman's face, which had been gloomy for a day, brighten up bit by bit.

The smile on the face is like the lake water blown by the spring breeze, spreading little by little, bright and moving.

After reading it several times, Sang Xiaoman carefully folded the letter, put it back in the envelope and put it away.

"You're just a little curtain, right?"

After Sang Xiaoman received the letter, he suddenly looked at Zhang Lian'er in surprise.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Yun told you in his letter..."

"Xiao Lian'er! I didn't expect that we would meet again!"

Before Zhang Lian'er finished speaking, Sang Xiaoman hugged her into his arms and rubbed her vigorously in his arms.

"Sister Xiaoman, you hug me too, too tightly!"

Zhang Lian'er, who was a little out of breath from being hugged, pushed Sang Xiaoman away vigorously.

Speaking of which, the personalities of these two people are somewhat similar in some respects.

"Sister Xiaoman, you said that you didn't expect us to meet again. Have we met before?"

After struggling to break free from Sang Xiaoman's embrace, Zhang Lian'er asked belatedly.

"Uh...did I just say that?"

Sang Xiaoman, who realized that he had slipped the tongue, suddenly spoke vaguely.

Li Yunsheng's letter did tell her Zhang Lian'er's identity, but it also asked her to keep this secret for the time being.

It's just that when she saw the little baby who was still in her infancy, she was standing in front of her slim and graceful at this moment, and she couldn't hold back her words for a while.

"said!"

Zhang Lian'er said with certainty that she really wasn't someone who could be easily fooled.

"Uh, this..."

"Niece Xiaoman, who is this Uncle Yun? You deserve to be so happy."

Just when Sang Xiaoman was worried about what words to use to cover up the past, Sang Wuyin suddenly spoke.

In Sang Xiaoman's opinion, Sang Wuyin at this moment is the most pleasing moment in her life.

"It's just an old friend I haven't seen for a long time. These cronies of mine are no match for your friends with real skills. Don't worry, uncle."

Sang Xiaoman laughed.

"Ha ha……"

Sang Wuyin sneered when he heard this.

To be honest, he just asked about the identity of "Uncle Yun" just out of curiosity. As for worrying that "Uncle Yun" would ruin his plan, he really never thought about it at all.

Leaving aside whether Huazi and the others will make a move, but only considering his Sang Wujian's cultivation and strength, he is confident that none of the Sang family today is his opponent.

So in his opinion, unless Sang Xiaoman, "Uncle Yun", can turn the world upside down, it is absolutely impossible to reverse the current situation.

"By the way, uncle, you two friends, why haven't you arrived yet? It's been almost half an hour, right? I think you'd better go to worship Shiting and wait after all."

Sang Xiaoman felt that Sang Wuyin standing here was an eyesore, so he teased.

"I don't need to worry about this, my niece Xiaoman. Your uncle and I are in good health, and it won't be a problem to stand for another ten hours."

Of course, Sang Wuyin will not just leave like this. Now he can be said to have everything ready. As long as he is optimistic about Sang Xiaoman, the succession of the Patriarch will be a matter of course, so he must not let Sang Xiaoman run away at this critical moment.

As for waiting for others, that is naturally a pretense.

"Is this uncle waiting for someone?"

At the side, he was still wondering if he really had Zhang Lian'er whom he had met with Sang Xiaoman before, but suddenly he spoke.

"Yes."

Sang Wuyin snorted angrily.

"Wait for who?"

Zhang Lianer continued to ask.

"Why do you care so much for a little doll?"

Sang Wuyin glared at Zhang Lian'er.

"Uncle, do you need to be so aggressive when talking to a child?"

Seeing Sang Wuyin glaring at Zhang Lian'er, Sang Xiaoman hugged Zhang Lian'er's shoulder very defensively and choked back.

"It's okay, little sister Man."

Zhang Lian'er smiled at Sang Xiaoman, and then asked Na Sang Wuyin:
"Uncle, is the person you are waiting for, Nalan Kun, the master of Fengsheng Mansion, and the second emissary of Hell with the bull's head and horse face?"

When Zhang Lianer said this, not only Sang Wuyin, but even Sang Xiaoman was a little surprised.

"How do you know I'm waiting for them?"

Sang Wuyin frowned and said, the news that the Second Envoy of Hell and Prison and Nalan Kun are coming to Yunjing City is not known at all.

"Hee hee... Uncle Yun told you not to wait."

Zhang Lian'er smiled, did not answer Sang Wuxian's question, but shook his hand, and threw the three heads in the Qiankun Ring to the ground.

Three heads rolled down to Sang Wuxian's feet, and they were the Second Envoy of Hell and Prison and Nalan Kun.

　Thank you for the rewards from the cute children in the world!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)