Sang Family Ancestral Hall, Stone Pavilion. Pineapple Novel

This "Waishi Pavilion" is a hexagonal pavilion in the southwest corner of the Sangjia Ancestral Hall.

The pavilion pagoda has a helmet top, with tiles hanging on the ridge, surrounded by bamboo and handsome forest, and is backed by towering green mountains. At the entrance there is a stone tablet that is nine feet high and is written on it, with the words "Heroes and Gods".

Although it is a small pavilion, it has a grand atmosphere that is not inferior to the mountains, which shows how broad the mind of the people who built this Sang Family Ancestral Hall.

However, the pavilion was not big after all. After only a dozen people sat down, they could no longer sit down. More people went to Wuyun Tower to the east to sit.

This time, those who can sit in this worship pavilion are undoubtedly all big shots.

Because of the different positions, the seats in this pavilion are also clearly divided.

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

On Sang Xiaoman, except for Zhang Lianer sitting beside her, there were three clan elders in the tribes such as Zhao Xuanjun, Dongfang Li, Ao Jieyou and Zhairong. As for the Sword Buddha, he went to Wuyun Tower to sit and did not come to join in the fun.

But even though he didn't sit here, Sang Wuyin, who originally felt that he had some advantage, completely extinguished the idea of ​​snatching the position of head of the family from Sang Xiaoman after seeing him.

At this moment, Sang Wuyin's open strength was not able to take any advantage in the rest of the place except for the number of people.

Let's throw away the possible injury and the Dragon Clan's harmony. If the two sides really fight, with Sang Xiaoman's current strength, the outcome is really unknown.

"We've almost drunk the tea. While the senior masters of the ten states are still there, it's time for us to talk about the important things."

Sang Wuyin put down the teacup and nodded at Dongfang Li and others with a smile.

In fact, even if he didn't say it, everyone knew it clearly at this moment. What is called is definitely related to the ownership of the head of the Sang family.

Even Dongfang Li and Ao Jieyou guessed before coming that this trip was definitely not as simple as mourning to Sang Bulun.

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

Sang Xiaoman frowned. As a son, who would like to make a big fuss on the day his relatives pay their respects?

"It must be today."

Sang Wuyin looked at Sang Xiaoman coldly and said.

"Are you completely ignoring the friendship between the sect?"

Sang Xiaoman stared at Sang Wuyin without showing any weakness.

"If you make such a fuss, it's all your fault, not me. If you agree to this marriage, why ask so many outsiders to support you, and make the Sang Family Ancestral Hall uneasy."

Sang Wuyin turned around and made a move.

"Do you think what I said is reasonable?"

After saying that, he also glanced at the heads and clan elders of the other veins beside him.

"Xiaoman, you are the one I grew up watching. This marriage is indeed a bit aggrieved, but it is worth it to exchange for a hundred years of peace in the Sang family."

The head of the Hunzi family, Sang Li, has some languages, heart and innocence.

"Yes, Xiaoman, if you change your words and agree now, who dares to touch your Tianzi? I am the first one to refuse to agree to you, Uncle Houde. Think about it carefully, don't ask friends from Shizhou to read the joke."

The head of the family name Mai Sang Houde also advised him.

With these two beginnings, the heads of the family and the clan elders standing on the other end of Sang Wuyin were chattering one by one, just like a monk chanting scriptures and began to persuade Sang Xiaoman.

Looking at this familiar scene, Sang Xiaoman completely gave up on these uncles.

"You only know how to persuade me, why don't you advise Uncle Sang Wuyin? I think he is the one who gave me the position of the monk's head, and he is also the one who wants me to marry his son. If you can persuade him, my Sang family will naturally be peaceful."

Sang Xiaoman looked at Sang Wuyin and said.

After he asked this, the Baishi Pavilion suddenly became silent.

"What? Don't talk anymore?"

Sang Xiaoman sneered.

"After all, aren't you just bullying my father's death and no one has ever had the lineage of the word "Tian"?"

She said as she leaned on the chair and looked at Sang Wuyin and others in front of her with a sneering look:

"I have said this before in front of you clan elders. Maybe they have a bad memory and forgot to tell you. Then I will tell you again now."

"Do you want me to marry Sang Hailou?"

"dream!"

"I want me to get the position of the monk leader?"

"Don't think about it!"

"The thing my father passed on to me was a needle, and you can't even think you've never taken it here."

After she said this extremely toughly, she looked at the people in front of her without fear, causing trouble on the day of her father's mourning. She had been enduring these people for a long time.

"You, you, you, are disrespectful and simply presumptuous!"

After a moment of stunned silence, a clan old man cursed excitedly.

Then there was a lot of condemnation in the pavilion.

But no one dared to do anything, and he was unwilling to be the first to be a leader. Now Sang Xiaoman has a demon clan and a dragon clan as his backer, and even Sang Wuyin dared not act rashly.

"Ba,ba,ba"

Sang Wuyin, who had not spoken, suddenly clapped his hands, then coughed:

"Everyone, be quiet."

After the pavilion calmed down, he continued:

"Since Xiaoman's niece is unwilling to hand over the position of the head of the monk and refuses to accept this compromise, we should not force others to make things difficult for us. This noisy and noisy will make friends who come from afar a joke."

After saying that, he glanced at Dongfang Li and Ao Jieyou with a little apology.

When Dongfang Li pointed at the look he handed over, he pointed at him expressionlessly, and Ao Jieyou gave him a blank look.

Sang Xiaoman sneered when she heard this, she didn't think Sang Wuyin would give up like this.

"No, I will leave this position as the head of the family to such a irritable girl who ignores the overall situation. I don't agree with the old man!"

Sure enough, the clan elder Xue Wang, who had a vein, stood up appropriately.

"This concert is really good."

Sang Wuyin sneered in his heart.

As Xue Wang stood up, the elders of the other family members also began to stand up and oppose.

The old man from the Soul Crater pointed at Sang Xiaoman and cursed:

"When this witch takes over as the head of the Sang family, it will be the day when my eight veins fall apart!"

"All brothers are calm, things are not yet at the point of meeting each other."

Just when these groups of people were in a state of anger, Ma Yu, the old man from Hezi, finally stood up.

"Since everyone thinks it is inappropriate for Xiaoman to take over the position of the head of the family, I have an idea here, which can not only prevent the harmony of the eight meridians, but also convince you."

He continued.

"What's the idea? Mr. Ma, don't keep it in hiding."

The head of the Hunzi family said a little impatiently.

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

"Referring to the rules of the ancestors of the Sang family, reopen the Dan Book Club and re-select the head of the Sang family!"
Chapter completed!