Facing the eager and sincere gazes of the two people in front of him, Balian only felt that his IQ was being crushed without sincerity.
Do you really think that he is a little corpse demon who has just been born and doesn’t understand anything?
Who doesn't know that two hundred years ago, your two daughters fought for a man, and it was cruel and inhumane? It was a bloody storm.
Still a prosperous husband? Still a prosperous son?
Just one handle to cut off the emotions and one handle to stop the cold is enough to make most men in the world drink a pot of it.
Balian had a huge headache: "Seniors, please calm down. Are you kidding me?"
How can any father rush to send his daughter out to get married?
What's more, they have only met twice, right?
Are all the heads of this world so big-hearted?
Is it because I am worried that my daughter will not be able to get married, or because there are no men in the world, the eighth day of the lunar month next month has been set for a good day, and I have a clear intention to let the three of them work together to accomplish the good thing...
Balian's words made the two of them calm down for the time being, as they seemed to feel that they had been too abrupt and impulsive just now.
Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng put away the burning lust in their eyes, turned around and discussed in low voices.
"That's right. You have to calm down. If you accidentally make the same mistake again, it will be really bad."
"That's right, when that boy died, my daughter went mad and sad for two hundred years. If she didn't handle it properly and died accidentally, my daughter might not be able to get out of this life, and I won't even care.
There are no other conditions, as long as this boy can live and breathe to make my daughter happy."
"Brother Dufeng, why do you think it's such a coincidence that two hundred years have passed and they both fall in love with the same person? My heart can't bear their torture anymore."
"You're right, those two girls probably didn't have any bad fate in their previous life. I understand it clearly, but I can't let the two girls fight to the death again.
Although it is a good thing that the iron tree between the two of them blossoms once in a while, no one can bear it.
I think you're like this, let's just take a step back, Heiwazi one, three, five, my daughter, two, four, six, each is busy with his own business, no one interferes with the other, everything is fine."
"This..." Su Guanhai's tone was hesitant, not because he was afraid of wronging his daughter, but because he was worried that Bai Lian would not be able to bear the consequences.
He slowly turned his eyes, glanced at Bai Lian silently, and then continued to turn back and said to Yin Dufeng with certainty: "It's not bad. I think this little brother is energetic and durable."
Yin Dufeng said in a rough voice: "Isn't it a tough one? He ate the evil spirit of the evil corpse and was hit by the Xuanshui Formation and is still alive and kicking. He must not be a short-lived ghost! He can survive! He is very tenacious!
"
The short-lived ghost Balian, who just turned sixteen and was lying on the bed with his eyes closed peacefully: "..."
When choosing a son-in-law, the two elders don't care about anything else, right?
It feels like this is really not like choosing a son-in-law, but choosing a thousand-year-old bastard who matches his eyes and his heart.
Balian couldn't understand more and more what these two people wanted to do when they came to the door.
Seeing that the two elders over there were already discussing how much money they should share with each other on the wedding day, Balian realized that the two of them were not joking at all.
He was horrified in his heart and hurriedly interrupted: "How lucky I am to receive so much love from my two seniors, but I already have a wife at home. I'm afraid I will live up to the kindness of my seniors."
"What?!" Yin Dufeng's eyes widened, and he suddenly became angry and majestic: "You already have a wife, why are you here to provoke my daughter?"
Who provoked your daughter?
"Um... I am just friends with Miss Yin, and I have nothing to do with him." Balian explained bravely.
Su Guanhai was virtuous, magnanimous and tolerant. He was indeed a good gentleman in Taoism. He smiled and said:
"It doesn't matter, Brother Dufeng. After all, Jing'er and niece Bai Shuang are going to start the school together. No matter what, it's difficult to be a pair for life. So, what's the difference between one more person or two more?"
I'm afraid your daughter doesn't have any grudge against you, the father, for pushing her into the fire pit like this.
Balian really doesn’t know where to complain.
What's even more frightening is that Palace Master Yin was obviously very pleased with what he said. He actually thought it was very reasonable and no longer cared about whether Balian had a wife or not.
Bailian straightened his back immediately and said seriously: "To be honest, I not only married a wife, I also gave birth to children, and I also took concubines."
Su Guanhai finally opened his mouth in silence, looked at Balian with a look of hatred, and said: "You are so young and have such a talent, why did you get married so early and start a family so early?"
Balian said seriously: "I just look young. Otherwise, do you really think that at my age, I can achieve the level of cultivation that I am able to overcome today?"
Both of them were stunned, and then they realized that although he looked young and his bone age was no more than twenty years old, his cultivation level was truly unmatched by anyone in the world.
Su Guanhai was proficient in the spiritual eye method and believed that he would never make mistakes when observing the age of people's bones. He asked suspiciously: "I don't know if my little brother is going to be noble today?"
Balian kept his face straight and kept talking nonsense: "I am already nine hundred and eighty-seven years old this year."
Nine hundred and eighty-seven...
Good guy, after all the calculations, he is actually older than their 'father-in-law'.
Yin Dufeng couldn't hold back his bad temper: "You are nine hundred and eighty-seven years old, and you still scream like a senior. It's really interesting! Why are you pretending to be young?"
Su Guanhai was deep in thought. He looked at Balian inscrutably, sighed in a pretentious manner, and said: "In this world, any good man doesn't have three wives and four concubines, and it's not a problem if he's older."
It is said that even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan fell in love with a young princess from Beitian Lixi clan who had just come of age when he was seventy thousand years old. The two also got married and were adopted as the concubine of heaven, which was also envied and praised by everyone. "
This old guy has made up his mind to blackmail him, right?
Bai Lian was furious, but she still managed to maintain a smile and a polite expression on her face: "Marriage is such a big deal, it's nothing to play with."
"Of course." Su Guanhai waved his sleeves and smiled, his bearing as a leader of the righteous path was extraordinary: "If my brother doesn't have this intention, Mr. Su will not be able to do such forced and rude things."
He smiled apologetically at Balian, and his smile was quite sincere and painful: "It's just that as a father, I always want to have someone who can promise my son a lifelong love, protect her, and comfort her.
My Jing'er has been silent for more than two hundred years. At the night banquet in Xianling City, I saw her rarely eating at the same table with others, and I was extremely surprised. That's why I said something out of proportion, and I hope you can forgive me."
"Su bastard, you..." Yin Dufeng couldn't help but become anxious when he saw him suddenly giving up.
Su Guanhai smiled back at him.
Looking at this old fox-like expression, Yin Dufeng instantly understood the true meaning hidden in it due to the tacit understanding that had been honed over hundreds of years.
He also pretended to sigh lowly and said: "It seems that we are destined to have a husband-in-law, that's all. Meeting by chance is always love. If you and I can't be attentive, then we can just be fair-weather friends for a while."
Come on, come on, Bastard Su, pour some wine, we won’t go home until we get drunk tonight!”
Su Guanhai quickly unpacked the three jars of wine, pushed one jar to Bailian, snapped his fingers, and asked the waiter to add twenty jars of the most powerful roasting knife in the shop.
Balian's lotus-like heart couldn't figure out what these two people were trying to do.
This was obviously a bad idea to get him drunk and trick him into writing some kind of evidence, right?
Under the push and coaxing of the two people, a jar of bamboo leaves and greens was poured into Bailian's stomach.
Bailian has always been a bad drinker, but this mere ordinary wine is not the Sanqing wine that is abundant in Kunlun.
The corpse demon's body does not accept grain.
Tonight, apart from the cold wine in his stomach, which made his stomach bloated and uncomfortable, Balian was afraid that he really couldn't get drunk.
He simply complied with their wishes and pretended to join in. It just so happened that he also had something to ask these two people.
The table of pastries was not touched at all, and the three of them drank a jar of bamboo leaves and greens, and five jars of burning knives.
Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng both looked slightly tipsy, and Bai Lian deliberately pretended to be on the verge of collapse, waving his hands with a bitter look on his face to indicate that he could no longer drink.
Sure enough, under the leadership of that old fox Su Guanhai, the two of them tore off their sleeves to get their pens, and with a swipe of skill, two marriage letters were freshly released.
Yin Dufeng had a shy old face, and shamelessly held up the wedding certificate and ink, and said with a smile: "I've been drinking for so long, and I still don't know your name?"
Balian shook his head and said word by word: "Si Chen."
Yin Dufeng pretended that he couldn't hear clearly and turned his ears to the side and said, "Oh, brother, you are so drunk that your tongue is so big. I can't understand a word of what you are saying. Why don't you write it down for me to take a look at?"
"
Bai Lian remained motionless, looking at Yin Dufeng with squinted eyes and a half-smile.
Yin Dufeng: "..." Yes, this little fox still didn't drink enough.
The remaining fifteen jars of burning knives were once again divided among the three of them under Yin Dufeng's shouts.
After three rounds of wine fighting, more and more wine jars were piled under the table.
In the middle of the night, Su Guanhai finally couldn't hold it back any longer and burped, spitting out a mouthful of drunkenness. The flush on his face was like a steamed red crab.
As for Yin Dufeng, his shadow has long since disappeared from the table.
In the second round, he had already fallen to the table to meet Duke Zhou.
The color in Balian's eyes became clearer and clearer. He held his chin with one hand and continued to pour wine for Sect Master Su with a half-smiling look.
Finally, this historical hero of the past century couldn't hold his glass anymore.
The wine splashed everywhere, and his shirt sleeves were completely soaked.
Due to drunkenness, the human skin mask on his face began to swell and deform, and it no longer had any elegance and poise.
He slumped back into his seat, his arms hanging limply under the armrests of the seat. He was completely drunk and had no idea where he was, muttering softly in his mouth.
At this moment, the inn has closed, and there is no one around. Only the warm lamps and candles are shining, and the crackling sound of firewood can be heard from time to time under the Kang table in the four corners.
Balian threw down the wine glass in his hand, stood up and walked around the table, came to Su Guanhai, pushed him gently and said, "Senior?"
Su Guanhai was not completely drunk. His face was rosy, his eyes were filled with alcohol, and his expression looked carefree and weak.
Hearing Balian's call, he slowly turned his head and looked at him confused.
For some reason, Su Guanhai looked a little dazed at the moment.
He groaned lazily, raised a hand, and patted Bai Lian's shoulder with great pleasure. His eyes seemed a little moist: "Jing'er will silently clear her heart, and the handwriting is very good. You are so
The children are also taught very well."
Bai Lian was stunned in silence.
Through his clothes, the hand on his shoulder was hot and felt inexplicably heavy.
I saw Su Guanhai tremblingly retracting his palms and reaching into his sleeves as if groping for something. His small actions made him look like the most ordinary old father in the world, with a hint of vicissitudes of life in his features.
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His wide sleeves trembled and rustled for a long time. He was very drunk. After touching for a long time, he finally took out a few taels of silver from his sleeves and placed them in the palm of Balian's hand.
Su Guanhai's tone also became nagging: "The Green Lantern Festival is coming, buy some rouge for Jing'er, she will be happy and come back early, Ban'er and I are waiting for you to come home for dinner."
Who was he looking at in those drunken and hazy eyes?
A gust of night wind blew the smoke of wine and wine, and the half-curved moon obscured the remaining snow on the wooden windows.
Su Guanhai's vaguely sad instructions lingered in Balian's mind for a long time, and a strange emotion gradually took shape in his body.
Balian suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if a long-rotted branch was about to burst out of the depths of his heart, with the memory of falling into the dust and dying cold.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But when he reached out to catch it, he suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain, and it was like a certain taboo of the corpse demon, which was finally completely wiped out.
Holding the broken silver in his palm tightly, Bailian's eyes darkened. He looked at Su Guanhai and whispered: "Do you know the owner who is sleeping in the purple gold coffin?"
Su Guanhai's body suddenly trembled, as if someone had suddenly touched an old wound. His eyes were filled with some complex emotions, and he closed his blabbering mouth, unwilling to speak any more.
Balian suppressed the emotions growing in his heart and tried to ask a few more questions, but as soon as he touched the purple gold coffin, no matter how drunk Su Guanhai was, he remained silent.
Balian couldn't do anything to him, so he didn't ask any more questions.
For a time, he gradually became worried and became drunk, so he pushed the empty wine jar on the table and fetched the full moon wine gourd.
After several months in the human world, the full-moon wine gourd on Balian's waist has been filled with half a pot of moonlight sake.
He drank alone, under the moonlight, not cultivating the spiritual power in the wine, but focusing on the drunkenness in the wine. After one sip, he finally became deeply drunk in this spiritual wine.
The next day, the morning light was bright, and Bai Lian woke up with the poisonous pain of the winter sun.
The hangover caused a dull pain in the head. Balian shook his head and stood up, only to find two thighs and an arm lying across his body.
The two lords were lying crookedly beside him. The three of them were extremely cold, because what they were sleeping under was not a high bed with soft pillows, nor was it the cold place of an inn.
But at some point, I actually slept on the roof.
The sky is bright, the sky is clear and the sun is white, there is a vision of lotus fire curling into black clouds for no reason, the sky is glowing with endless glow, and white clouds of billowing fire are billowing up and down in the sky.
Balian was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he moved his feet, as if he had kicked something similar to an incense burner, and fell from the roof to the first floor with a loud clang.
Su and Yin were both awakened by the sound. They rubbed their eyes and woke up. As soon as they opened their eyes and looked at the strange scenery in the sky, their bodies were shocked and their expressions were extremely exciting. If you like Long Night Walk, please
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