Seeing the middle-aged couple, Mingjun's pupils shrank and his heart thumped.

Why did these two people come?

"Unfilial daughter, kneel down!"

In the hall, the middle-aged man was wearing a yellow robe, slapped the table and shouted sternly.

The huge sound made the air buzz, and the glass windows seemed to be about to break, which shows how angry it was.

"Grandfather, why did I blame me?"

Mingjun looked solemn and stood upright like a gun.

At this time, the woman in white robe suddenly stood up and snorted coldly: "Hmph! You have escaped from marriage, causing the Ming family to lose all their faces. Isn't this a serious crime?"

"Grandma, I didn't agree with this marriage at the beginning. Where did I say that I escaped from?"

Mingjun defended with a serious look on his face.

"You, you, you, you dare to argue? That young master Zhang is so handsome, with a good character and more than enough to match you. You don't agree. I'm so angry."

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, the woman in white robe stepped forward and whipped the rattan in her hand.

Bang.

The amazing speed directly hit a sonic boom.

But Mingjun stepped forward, knelt on one knee, closed his palms forward, and suddenly clamped the green vine that had been knocked down, lowered his head and said, "Grandmother, Mingjun knew he was wrong."

"Forget it, just be fine if you know your mistake. Grandma will forgive you this time, get up."

When the woman in white robe heard this, she looked slowed down and stepped forward to help the person up.

The two of them met, and a smile flashed in their eyes.

"snort!"

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in yellow robe snorted coldly and his expression became even more severe: "It is because you are so arrogant that she has made her careless and not take us seriously. If she had some respect for us, how could she escape from marriage? And she also came to Daqian, who was far away from us. Isn't this hiding from us? I'll pack my luggage later, go back with us, and marry that Mr. Zhang!"

"I won't marry!"

Mingjun refused with a full spirit, with an extremely firm expression.

When the middle-aged man in yellow robe heard this, he became angry, his eyes widened and shouted, "Why don't you marry? Who is that young man Zhang worthy of you? In terms of martial arts cultivation and martial arts qualifications, he is young, but he broke through to the Feitian realm at only thirty years old. In terms of character and appearance, he is even more outstanding. In terms of means and ability, he is also a dignified business manager. He does a business worth tens of thousands of yuan a second! If you don't marry, do you want to go to heaven?"

"Hmph! I like the better one!"

Mingjun answered concisely.

"who?"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe asked angrily.

Mingjun pursed her lips tightly, shook her sleeves, and took out a long purple wood box.

At this moment, a handsome man in golden clothes came in at the door. He was about twenty-seven years old, with a slender figure, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

"I also want to know who the strange woman Mingjun likes, and where is better than me?"

The man in golden clothes walked in and smiled and bowed to the middle-aged couple: "Uncle, aunt, and Mingjun, long time no see."

"Young Master Zhang? You actually chased me here?"

Mingjun held the purple wood long box in his hand, his face changed slightly, and his body subconsciously took a step back and hid next to the woman in white robe.

"Haha, who doesn't know that half of the Heavenly Dao Chamber of Commerce is supported by Miss Mingjun. I naturally admire such a strange woman. Even if I chase you to the ends of the world, I will marry you as a lady who is in a vain." A man in golden clothes named "Prince Zhang" smiled.

"Haha, Nephew Zhang will sit down."

The middle-aged man in yellow robe had a very friendly attitude and turned around and said solemnly: "Mingjun, Mr. Zhang treats you sincerely, don't let him down at will."

"Uncle doesn't have to blame Mingjun."

Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "Mingjun, please open the scroll and take a look. I really want to know who can make Mingjun moved."

“Yes, open it and take a look.”

The middle-aged woman next to her was also quite curious.

"Look at it."

Mingjun looked solemn, gently opened the long purple wood box, took out a scroll from it, pulled it casually, and untied the red rope tied on it.

Crash.

The scroll of the painting shook off and unfolded. A young man in bronze armor, with a long sword around his waist, riding a Molin horse, his eyes were sharp and evil, and his momentum was sharp, which came into his eyes.

The seal in the lower left corner is the three words "Wu Caizi".

"This man looks ordinary and so ordinary, how can he compare to Mr. Zhang?"

"Uh, Yun'er, is this person a little ugly?"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe and the woman in white robe surrounded him. When he looked closely, his brows immediately frowned.

The young master Zhang also glanced at him, couldn't help but smiled silently, and he felt relieved.

Mingjun held both sides of the scroll, and faced the two of them's doubts, Mr. Zhang's silent ridicule and coldly said: "The person in this painting has tens of millions of stones, and his wealth is as rich as a country!"

“…”

When the middle-aged couple heard this, they were stunned.

Mr. Zhang frowned.

The three of them immediately wondered if Mingjun was deceived. But Mingjun has always been smart and intelligent, so how could he be deceived? Then was he lying again?

There is no need. An ugly woman must look in the mirror. One day she will find someone and tell whether it is true or not.

So, the middle-aged couple looked at the portraits for a few more times.

"Well, this person looked at it carefully and found that he was indeed a talent of 100 million. He was not inferior to that of Mr. Zhang in terms of talent and appearance."

The middle-aged man in yellow robe thought about it for a moment and changed the subject: "However, he is so young, his cultivation should not be high, right? Have he been able to achieve the perfection of the Gangqi realm?"

The woman in white robe nodded and said, "It's not good to have low cultivation. If you often go out, you have to find someone like Mr. Zhang who can protect you. If you encounter a thief like Wuji Tianzhe, you can also save you from the water and fire and protect you well."

"He is less than a hundred, and he is the Martial Saint!"

Mingjun said proudly.

Mr. Zhang couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

The tens of millions of stones just now, the current hundred-year-old martial saint, is enough to prove that Ming Yun is lying for her own face. In this way, wouldn’t it prove that the person in this painting is poor and has a low martial arts cultivation?

At this time, the middle-aged man in yellow robe and the woman in white robe looked at each other, and they were half-believing and half-doubted: "Mingjun, what are you saying?"

"Of course! How could I be an ordinary person if I, Mingjun, like him?"

Mingjun answered very seriously.

Hearing this, the middle-aged couple's eyes lit up, and they looked at the man in blue on the scroll, and they felt more handsome and generous.

The Martial Saint who is less than 100 years old is definitely a genius!

"However, Mr. Zhang's great-great-great-great-grandfather is a human immortal from Zhengyi Alliance..." The middle-aged man in the yellow robe touched his chin.

"His father is also a human immortal!"

Mingjun immediately interrupted.

"Let's wait!"

Mr. Zhang smiled and interrupted, "I recognize all the immortals in Zhengyidao Alliance. I know the Martial Saint who is less than a hundred years old, but when I think about it carefully, no one can match it. It seems that he should be the descendant of a hidden master. Why don't you bring him here and let me see this Martial Saint with a net worth of tens of millions of yuan?"

"Yes, yes, bring him over to have a meal together. But if this young man is outside and has no time, it's okay. It's not too late to see you in a few days."

The woman in the white robe next to her began to cover her wildly.

"He is just doing it." But Ming Yun didn't know anything, so he rolled up the scroll and put it in a long purple wood box, and said calmly: "I also want to bring him over and get married in the bridal chamber, but a few people disagree."

"Who? His parents?"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe frowned slightly.

"No, it was his ladies who disagreed." Mingjun put away the purple wood long box.

"What?"

"A married husband?"

In an instant, the middle-aged couple glared at each other and looked at each other.

Mr. Zhang next to him couldn't help laughing out loud: "Haha, Mingjun, you are really interesting. The more I like you, I actually made up such a person."

"Who said I made it up?"

Mingjun's eyes sterned and said solemnly: "The person in this painting is named Lu, his name is Gan, and his name is Gan, who is twenty years old. His martial saint is the current Emperor Dagan, and his father is Zhao Xuanji! This painting was bought by a painter named Wu Caizi, and it painted the way Lu Gan looked when he was a constable in Shashui County!"

"Lu Lu Lu Lu...Fuck it? It's him, no wonder he looks familiar!"

"Isn't this man a half-step Martial Saint? Why did he suddenly break through to the Martial Saint?"

The middle-aged couple was shocked.
To be continued...