Return to the Sang Family Ancestral Hall.

"Xu Shen, the Lu Chai Zong of Changzhou, came to pay a visit."

Just as Sang Xiaoman and Zhairong were whispering, the servants of Tianqi Mansion suddenly opened their voices to greet him.

Then Sang Xiaoman saw that Zhao Xuanjun was walking towards him with a gray-robed old man with a very tall gray hair.

There is no doubt that this old man should be the sword Buddha Xu Shen.

But besides Sword Buddha himself, there were two people following him.

One of them was a young girl wearing a bamboo green flowing cloud gauze skirt. Although she was carrying a big sword box, her figure was still light and agile.

Her face was covered with a snow-colored veil, and she was a little shy between her eyebrows and eyes. She tightly pulled the sleeves of the sword Buddha with one hand, like a kitten hiding behind the sword Buddha.

The man standing on the right side of the sword Buddha had a much calmer expression. He was wearing a black long gown that was stretched straight by his slender figure, and his face was majestic. Even if he stood beside the sword Buddha, his aura was not weak at all.

"Senior Sword Buddha is here, little girl..."

"Xiaoman's niece doesn't need to be polite."

Seeing the visitor, Sang Xiaoman was about to salute, but was stopped by the sword Buddha and held her up.

"I should have come earlier, but I don't want to leave so suddenly. I can't sleep all day and night. A box of eyes is the scene in which your father joined forces to resist the demons. Alas..."

Xu Shen sighed with regret with some self-blame.

Sang Xiaoman could see that the Sword Buddha was not pretending to be hypocritical. This sentence was completely from the heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"It was my daughter's incompetence that failed to cure the hidden diseases on my father."

Her eyes were a little red. She said that these days, she was still as firm as iron in the face of the blame from Sang Wuyin and other eight veins, but she almost couldn't control her emotions at this time.

"How can you blame you? You can't blame you."

Xu Shen patted Sang Xiaoman on the shoulder, and a stream of extremely soft true energy swept away the fatigue she had accumulated over the past few days.

"Thank you, thank you Senior Jian Buddha."

Sang Xiaoman was stunned at first, and then said gratefully.

"This is nothing."

Xu Shen waved his hand.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce it to you."

He turned around and patted the young girl on the head as if he suddenly remembered something and said:

"This is my granddaughter Xu Youyou. I have been a little pregnant when I left my family for the first time."

"grandfather……"

Xu Youyou said shyly, then took off her veil, revealing a clean and lively pretty face, and then gave Sang Xiaoman a smile and said:

"Hello Sister Xiaoman, I'm Youyou."

She just recognizes her life, but she is not cowardly.

"Hello sister Youyou, I don't have that much politeness here."

Sang Xiaoman also smiled, and suddenly felt a little shy about this little sister who seemed a little shy, but in fact she had a good impression of her.

"This is my old friend, and also your father's friend Huang Long. I met him halfway through the way. When I heard the news about your father from me, I came with me."

At this time, the sword Buddha introduced the middle-aged man in a long gown beside him to Sang Xiaoman.

"Xiaoman has seen the Huanglong real person."

Sang Xiaoman glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him who was not angry and powerful.

"Xiaoman, you're welcome. Let's go and incense for your father first."

The Huanglong Zhenren said with a loving look on his face.

"Please, two seniors."

Sang Xiaoman nodded when he heard this.

"The old Chucheng, the old mai clan of the Po, and the old Sui Wei, the old mai clan of the Baozi, came to pay a visit."

Just as the two of them were sizzling incense for Sang Bulu and were about to sit down and exchange a few greetings, the voice of the people in front of the back hall of the ancestral hall welcoming guests again.

When Sang Xiaoman and Zhai Rongqiqi's eyes lit up when they heard the names of these two people.

"Senior Sword Buddha, Senior Huanglong, and Sister Youyou, you go and have some tea first, we will get over after we have a business here."

Before Sang Xiaoman could speak, Zhao Xuanjun stood up with understanding.

Sang Xiaoman looked at him gratefully after hearing this.

"You should do your business first, don't worry about us."

The sword Buddha said with a smile.

Then, under the leadership of Zhao Xuanjun, several people went to the Baishi Pavilion next to them, where tea and pastries had already been prepared.

"Old Zhai, Xiaoman, sorry, sorry, I'm late."

The old Chucheng, the old man of the word "Pu" and the old man of the word "Bao" Sui Wei, did not seem to notice the sword Buddha and the other people, but he said to Sang Xiaoman apologetically as soon as he came up.

"Two clan elders, I sent someone to the mansion to invite two of you yesterday, why didn't I hear back?"

Sang Xiaoman was not polite, and asked straight to the point.

"Yesterday, Sang Wuyin also sent someone to block us in the mansion for a day, and there was no time to send someone to reply."

The old Chu Cheng, the Pie clan of Po, sighed and said.

"I'm almost the same here, I was able to get out this morning."

The old man Sui Wei, the clan of the name of the word "Bao" followed.

"By the way, Sang Wuyin is afraid that he will attack your Tianzi today. Xiaoman, you and Mr. Zhai must be prepared!"

The old Chu said with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry about this, the lady and I have already prepared for it."

Zhairong took the conversation for Sang Xiaoman.

"I just want to confirm with you again. Will you still stand on my Tianzizhi this time?"

He also asked straightforwardly.

"Who is my Chucheng in Zhairong? My Po lineage must be the same as the Tian lineage!"

Mr. Chu said excitedly.

"I naturally don't need to say much about my character's pulse, but I will definitely advance and retreat with the character's pulse."

Old Sui followed.

Zhai Rong stared at the two of them for a long time before turning her eyes to Sang Xiaoman. The two looked at each other and finally let out a long sigh.

"Thank you for your trust, and you will definitely not regret your choice today in the future."

Sang Xiaoman smiled confidently.

And not long after these two men poured incense on Sang Wuyin, the welcome sounds of the servants at the door of the back hall came one after another.

"The head of the family with the same character, Sang Wuyin, and the clan's elder Ma Yu came to pay a visit."

"The head of the Soul-Master's family, Sang Li, and the clan's elder Gu You came to pay a visit."

"The head of the family name Sang Houde, the elder of the clan, came to pay a visit."

"The head of the Yizizhi family, Sang Pengyi, and the clan elder Qu Ping came to pay a visit."

"The head of the Kaizi Mai family, Sang Yuankui, and the clan elder Xue Wang came to pay a visit."

Listening to these welcoming sounds, Zhai Rong smiled bitterly at the corner of her mouth, and then said:

"What should be come or not."

Sang Xiaoman acted very freely and pushed to one side of the mourning hall very calmly, then said calmly:

"No matter what their ideas are, since they are here, my father's incense stick must be properly eaten."

Then, Sang Wuyin, with a group of disciples, as well as the five veins, the head of the family, walked into the back hall of the ancestral hall.

"Xiaoman's niece, sorry, there are a lot of people coming today, and everyone wants to send me this brother."

Sang Wuyin walked to Sang Xiaoman with a smile.

"Let's burn incense."

Sang Xiaoman knelt on the futon, with no head on his head, but raised his hand expressionlessly.
Chapter completed!