"Sister, you don't know anything."

However, Lin Shuying's face was still full of smiles.

My brother Sang Hailou is a low-key person on weekdays, not showing off his own appearance, but whether it is cultivation, character, or knowledge, he is the best among the disciples of these ten states a year ago. Even my related Gu Shiyan is far from that."

She straightened her back and continued.

"It seems that I am ignorant and I don't know that there is such a hero in my Sang family."

Sang Xiaoman looked surprised, but laughed out loud in his heart and said in his heart: "Who doesn't know that Sang Hailou is a famous waste. It's hard for you to say so many words that are against your conscience."

"Sister, have you agreed?"

Lin Shuying couldn't wait to ask.

"You didn't even talk about it carefully. Where is the best place in Sanghai Tower? How can I agree?"

Sang Xiaoman waved his hand quickly.

"This is easy. As long as you are willing to listen to me, I can tell you a day and a night."

Lin Shuying smiled maliciously, then clapped her hands and saw a few people walking in.

And the person in the lead is Sang Wuyin.

"Hahaha, Xiaoman's niece, I feel very comforted when I hear you are willing to know me, my evil son."

Sang Wuyin strode into the guest room without hesitation.

Sang Xiaoman's face was obviously not as relaxed as before. She turned her head to look at Zhai Rong beside her, but Zhai Rong shook her head helplessly.

Obviously, even Zhairong was hidden from the matters outside Sang Wuyin and the others, which only shows that the guards in the Tianqi Mansion had been bribed by them.

"Old Gu with the Soul Crater, Old Tang with the Soul Crater, Old Yizi with the Soul Crater, Old Yizi, What kind of wind is this? Can you invite you old gods here?"

After a brief surprise, Sang Xiaoman regained her calm and composed appearance. She glanced at everyone who came in, but Sang Wuyin was not there, as if she hadn't seen him at all.

Sang Wuyin just smiled at Sang Xiaoman's ignorance, and then looked for a chair to sit down.

On the contrary, the demeanor Sang Xiaoman just showed a little frightened him. He didn't expect that in just a few years, Sang Xiaoman actually had the demeanor of a superior.

"I heard that someone was trying to match Xiaoman, so we came over to see the fun."

A man with a somewhat arrogant look on his face raised his head and glanced at Sang Xiaoman and said, while the other old men agreed when they heard this.

The man who just spoke was named Gu You, who was a clan elder with the character "Hunzhi". Tang He, a short old man with a hunched back beside him, stood at the back of the long-faced old man with a purple dress and a cold face, Qu Ping, a clan elder with a zither in the character "Yizhi".

Although Sang Xiaoman didn't see much of these people, he still remembers most of them.

As for Gu You who said he was here to watch the fun, Sang Xiaoman didn't believe it.

"How could these old turtles have such an interest when they are in seclusion for many years?"

She whispered in her heart.

In fact, when she saw these people standing behind Sang Wuyin, she roughly understood the purpose of these people.

These four veins have always remained neutral in the open and secret struggles within the clan in recent years. Compared with the life-and-death struggle, they are more willing to see the happy scenes. Simply put, they like to mix with each other.

Although they had no good feelings for Sang Wuyin, they were very interested in promoting the marriage between the two families.

Because in their opinion, the marriage between Sang Xiaoman and Sang Hailou is the best way to calm the entire Sang family back.

But if Sang Xiaoman refused to agree to this marriage, it can basically be concluded that Lao Buxiu, who could not hide his face, would stand on the other end of Sang Wuyin.

So they came here today to act in a play. Regardless of whether Sang Xiaoman finally agreed or not, as long as they finished the play, their mission will be completed.

"Today, several clan elders gathered together, and Uncle Sang came in person. Sister Xiaoman should you feel relieved now, right?"

Lin Shuying narrowed her eyes into a pair of crescent moons and said with a smile. She was much more confident with these people, and she felt that she would definitely get the anger she had just ridiculed by Sang Xiaoman.

"Yes, I didn't expect that several clan elders were so concerned about my niece's marriage. It was obviously his son's proposal, but Uncle Wuyin even had to come here in person. He was really worried."

Sang Xiaoman sneered.

The clan elders were unreasonable. He heard this and just snorted a few times and did not respond. They seemed to be helping Sang Hailou propose marriage, but in fact, it was more appropriate to say that they were forcing a marriage.

"Xiaoman's niece is different from those ordinary women. I believe she will understand my old father and find a good marriage for her son, right?"

Sang Wuyin was very thick-skinned and didn't care about Sang Xiaoman's sarcasm.

"Since that's the case, Sister Shuying, you said carefully, where is the best place for this Hailou clan brother? I have to marry."

Sang Xiaoman didn't care about Sang Wuyin, and then looked at Lin Shuying and sneered.

"Sister, don't be anxious, I'll tell you the same thing."

Lin Shuying said coquettishly.

"My Hailou clan's best is that I have good literary talent."

As she said that, she took out a few envelopes and handed them to the three clan elders and Sang Xiaoman in turn.

Sang Xiaoman opened it and found that the envelope was an article written in beautiful running script, which used various gorgeous words to praise Sang Xiaoman from head to toe.

Sang Xiaoman got goosebumps all over his body.

"It's a bit straightforward, but the writing style is elegant and quite like the ancients."

The person who spoke was Tang He, the old man from Menzimai clan, stroked his beard and nodded and shook his head.

Sang Xiaoman wanted to laugh like this, and thought to himself, can you always praise this sour and toothless article? It's really hard for you.

"If it is more literary than the world, there are so many scholars. Why do I look for Sanghailou? Besides, I don't want my future husband to be a stingy scholar."

Sang Xiaoman was too lazy to comment on this article, but asked back.

"In these ten states, the strong are respected. Reading can cultivate one's nature and understand the truth, but cultivation is the foundation of one's life."

Lin Shuying was obviously prepared and said calmly:

"My clan is seventeen years old, but his cultivation has reached the realm of Taishang Zhenren. He is actually the best among the younger generation of monks. His future will definitely be limitless. This can be proved by the old Quping clan."

"Yes, Hailou's nephew's cultivation level has indeed reached the realm of Taishang Realm, which is very rare."

The clan elder with a single line stood up and said.

"If you think it's not enough to have enough cultivation, I still have a talisman here."

As he said that, Lin Shuying took out another talisman from her cuff.

"This talisman was drawn by the Hailou clan brothers personally yesterday. Can all clan elders see the grade of this talisman?"

She raised the talisman in her hand to several clan elders around her.

"Is this a fifth-grade gravel talisman?"

Gu You, the old clan with the soul vein, took the talisman in surprise.

"Is this really what that guy painted?"

"That's right!"

Lin Shuying nodded proudly.

Sang Xiaoman looked at them coldly and thought to himself, "Can you act more fake?"

"Just because he can draw a fifth-grade talisman, I want to marry him?"

She held her chin with her hands and looked at the performances of the people in front of her.

"Sister, I know what you are worried about!"

Lin Shuying looked at Sang Xiaoman with an expression that I understand you, and then continued:

"Putting aside knowledge and cultivation, choosing a good husband must depend on his character. My clan brother's character, I can pat my chest and promise you that my sister is absolutely impeccable!"

As she said that, she took out a few more booklets and sent them out. The booklets recorded the evaluation of Sang Hailou's character by those who were respected in the clan.

Sang Xiaoman flipped a few pages casually, and finally laughed out loud:

"I made it very seriously."

"What did you say?"

Hearing the words, the faces of several clan elders fell down instantly.

Sang Xiaoman ignored them, but just looked at Zhai Rong beside him.

Zhai Rong, who had never spoken from beginning to end, suddenly stood up with a smile. He threw out a moon shadow stone and hung it in the air, and then smiled:

"The information we have received about this young master Hailou seems to be somewhat different from you."
Chapter completed!