Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 575

The ancestral hall of the Sang family worships the stone pavilion.

This "Worshiping Stone Pavilion" is a hexagonal pavilion in the southwest corner of the ancestral hall of the Sang family.

This pavilion and pagoda has a helmet top, a vertical tile ridge, surrounded by tall bamboo forests, and is backed by a majestic green hill. There is a nine-foot-high stone tablet at the entrance, with the inscription "Heroes and Immortals".

Although it is a small pavilion, it has a majestic atmosphere that does not lose to the mountains, which shows that the people who built the Sang Family Ancestral Hall have a broad mind.

But this pavilion is not big after all, only a dozen or so people could sit there, and there was no room for them, and more people went to the Wuyun Tower to the east to sit.

This time, those who can sit in the stone worship pavilion are undoubtedly big shots.

Because the positions are at odds, the seats in this pavilion are also distinct.

Wen Huazi, Zhang Wuji and others, headed by Sang Wuyin, sat in turn at the east side of the table in the pavilion.

As for Sang Xiaoman, apart from Zhang Lianer who was sitting next to her, there were three elders from the clan, Zhao Xuanjun, Dongfang Li, Ao Jieyou, and Zhai Rong. As for Jianfo and his group, they went to Wuyunlou Sitting, didn't come to join in the fun.

But even if he didn't sit down, Sang Wuxian, who thought he had some advantage at first, completely extinguished the idea of ​​snatching the Patriarch's position from Sang Xiaoman after seeing him.

With the apparent strength of the two parties at the moment, Sang Wuyin's side can't take any advantage in other places except for the superiority in numbers.

Throwing it away may hurt the friendship with the Yaozu and Dragonzu. If the two sides really fight, with Sang Xiaoman's current strength, the outcome is really uncertain.

"The tea is almost finished, and while the seniors from Shizhou are still here, it's time for us to talk about business."

Sang Wuyin put down the teacup, smiled and nodded at Dongfang Li and the others.

In fact, even if he didn't say it, everyone knew well at the moment that the so-called must be related to the ownership of the head of the Sang family.

Even Dongfang Li and Ao Jieyou had guessed before they came that this trip was not as simple as condolences to Sang Buluan.

"Uncle, do you really want to choose today?"

Sang Xiaoman frowned, as a son of man, who would want to go to war on the day when his relatives mourned?
"It must be today."

Sang Wuyin looked at Sang Xiaoman coldly and said.

"Are you completely disregarding the friendship of the sect?"

Sang Xiaoman stared at Sang Wuyin without showing any weakness.

"It's all your fault, not mine, to make trouble like this. If you agreed to this marriage, why would you invite so many outsiders to support you, disturbing the peace of the Sang family's ancestral hall."

Sang Wuji slapped him backwards.

"Do you think what I said is reasonable?"

After he finished speaking, he also glanced at the Patriarchs and Elders of the other clans beside him.

"Xiao Man, you can be regarded as the one I watched growing up. This marriage has indeed wronged you a bit, but it is worthwhile for a marriage to bring the Sang family a hundred years of peace."

Sang Li, the head of the family with the character of soul, has a kind of heart.

"Yeah, Xiao Man, if you change your mind and agree now, who would dare to touch your bloodlines, you, Uncle Houde, will be the first to say no, so think about it again, and don't tell your friends from Shizhou to see the joke."

Sang Houde, the head of the door family, also persuaded him.

With these two beginnings, the patriarchs and elders of several lines standing on the other side of Sang Wuyin began to persuade Sang Xiaoman one by one, chattering like monks chanting scriptures.

Seeing this scene of deja vu, Sang Xiaoman completely gave up on these uncles.

"You only know how to persuade me. Why don't you persuade Uncle Sang Wuxian? He is the one who thinks that I let go of the position of head of the family, and he is the one who thinks that I will marry his son. If you can persuade him, my Sang family will naturally die." Peaceful and peaceful."

Sang Xiaoman looked at Sang Wuyin and said.

When he asked such a question, the Shibai Pavilion became silent like a cicada.

"What? Stop talking?"

Sang Xiaoman sneered.

"Aren't you just bullying my father after his death?"

As she spoke, she leaned back on the chair, and looked at Sang Wuyin and the others with a sneer on her face:
"I have said this before in front of several of your clan elders. Maybe they don't have a good memory and forgot to tell you. Then I will tell you again now."

"You want me to marry Sanghailou?"

"dream!"

"You want me to give up the position of Patriarch?"

"Don't think about it!"

"The thing my father passed on to me is a needle, and you don't even think about taking it away from here."

After she said these words very forcefully, she looked at these people in front of her without fear, causing trouble on her father's condolence day. She had endured these people for a long time.

"You, you, you, you have no respect, you are simply presumptuous!"

After being stunned for a moment, a clan elder cursed excitedly.

Immediately there was a lot of condemnation in the pavilion.

But accusations belong to accusations, but no one really dared to do anything, and they were unwilling to be such an early bird, but now that Sang Xiaoman has the backing of the monster clan and the dragon clan, even Sang Wuyin dare not act rashly.

"crack, clap, clap"

Sang Wuyin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly clapped his hands, then coughed and said:

"Everyone, be quiet."

After the pavilion calmed down, he continued:
"Since Xiaoman's niece is neither willing to hand over the position of Patriarch nor accept this compromise method, we should not force others to make such a noise and make friends from afar laugh."

After speaking, he gave Dongfang Li and Ao Jieyou a slightly apologetic look.

Facing the gaze he handed over, Dongfang Li nodded expressionlessly, while Ao Jieyou gave him a blank stare.

Sang Xiaoman sneered when she heard the words, she didn't think Sang Wuyin would give up just like that.

"No, the position of the head of the family is given to such a frizzy girl who has no regard for the overall situation. I have 1 disagreements with the old man!"

Sure enough, Xue Wang, the elder of the family who opened the veins, stood up just right.

"It's really good to sing and play together."

Sang Wuyin sneered in his heart.

Following Xue Wang's stand up, other patriarchs and elders of the other clans also began to stand up to oppose.

The Hunzimai clan elder even pointed at Sang Xiaoman and cursed:
"When this witch takes over as the Patriarch of the Sang family, it will be the day when my eight veins will fall apart!"

"Old brothers, calm down, things haven't reached the point of confrontation with swords."

Just when the crowd was furious, Ma Yu, the old man of the Hezimai clan, finally stood up.

"Since everyone thinks that it is inappropriate for Xiaoman to take over the position of Patriarch, I have an idea here, which can not only not hurt the harmony of Bamai, but also convince everyone."

He continued.

"What's your idea? Mr. Ma, you don't want to be a fool."

The owner of the soul character vein said a little impatiently.

Sang Xiaoman on the opposite side just looked on coldly and didn't say a word. She just wanted to take a good look at what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Sang Wuyin's group.

"Refer to the rules of the ancestors of the Sang family, reopen the alchemy book club, and re-elect the head of the Sang family!"

After pondering for a while, Ma Yu finally spoke.

(End of this chapter)