In front of the small building in the quiet courtyard, four maids stood with their hands down, bowed respectfully to Sang Ming, and stood on both sides with tea cups. They did not make any other unnecessary movements, but looked curiously at the slim man who came with him and seemed to be extraordinarily noble.
A young man's glance.
Wu Ming frowned and didn't pay attention to the vague and strange glances around him. He kept thinking in his heart.
I originally thought that the Sang family did not have an attack because they wanted to borrow his power, or the power of several powerful people behind them, to save the seriously injured Sang Heng. Unexpectedly, it was for the sake of the tree god of Lao Shizi.
To be able to treat a strong man like Sang Ming and treat him with such respect, he must be a semi-saint strong man. Wu Ming definitely does not have the ability to heal such a strong man. The Sang family's plan is undoubtedly the powerful saint kings behind him!
Even so, why do the Sang family think he can move them?
You must know that the words and deeds of the Saint and Tianqi are all extremely involved. If the tree master of the Sang family has no involvement with them, or it is the work of an enemy, the Saint will not take action easily if it is not necessary.
It can be seen that if the Sang family was not forced to do anything, they would not put their hope in a grandmaster. After all, the Sang family is very powerful and is one of the representatives of the Legalist family. It also has a lot of say in the temples.
As for being helpless.
But no matter how respected the tree deity was in the Sang family, it had little to do with him. Even if the Sang family wanted to make use of the topic, he could refuse if he wanted to, and there would be no discussion at all.
It's just that Sang Heng was kind to him. Although he didn't meet much and seemed to cheat him every time, no matter how he said it, he was good to Sang Jingjing and Wu Fu, so he couldn't just sit back and ignore them.
Before going upstairs, I saw a man and a woman walking out of the door. The man was about thirty or forty years old, with a long beard under his chin, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing a Confucian shirt, carrying a jade tree in the wind, and looking very handsome.
The woman is about thirty years old, maybe in her early twenties, with ordinary hair tied up in a bun, and a wooden hairpin. She looks like an ordinary woman, but she has a trace of nobility and grace that cannot be concealed, but there is worry in her reddish eyes.
color.
Wu Ming could tell at a glance that this girl was 60-70% similar to Sang Heng. If nothing unexpected happened, she was probably his mother Mei Ruolan.
The man is Sang Hengshan, Sang Hengshan’s father and the current patriarch of the Sang family.
"Clan leader, madam, this is little friend Wu Ming!"
Sang Ming introduced.
"Thank you, Sixth Elder!"
Sang Hengshan nodded slightly and looked at Wu Minghou, but there was nothing strange about him.
"I heard Sister Jing talking about you several times. Your Aunt Jing and I are like sisters, and you and Heng'er are close friends. Just call me Aunt Mei!"
Mei Ruolan gently pulled Wu Ming over and led him inside without hesitation.
"How is Miss Sang Heng's injury?"
Wu Ming knew that the two of them were so polite because they wanted to borrow strength from him. He didn't want to be too polite and just got straight to the point.
"Hey, Heng'er is still unconscious, even if..."
Mei Ruolan forced a smile and sighed.
"Little friend Wu Ming!"
Sang Hengshan sat down and said directly, "If you are invited here this time, the Sixth Elder must have told you about Heng'er's situation..."
"The patriarch's words are wrong!"
Wu Ming's impolite behavior made the three people present frown slightly, but he continued without realizing it, "The boy came here this time to visit relatives and friends. Now that I have met him, he is ill. As a friend
, I will do my best!"
"Ming'er understands the righteousness so well. If Heng'er knew it, he would be extremely happy!"
Mei Ruolan couldn't help but said with joy.
In a woman's house, even if she is the matron of a family, she would always put the interests of the family first, but now that it is a matter of life and death for her only daughter, she will definitely choose her daughter first.
"Ruolan!"
Sang Hengshan frowned slightly.
Mei Ruolan knew she had made a mistake and looked bitter, so she went to the back hall on the pretext of refilling her tea.
"Did you know..."
"Clan leader doesn't need to say anything!"
Wu Ming interrupted again, ignoring Sang Hengshan who was getting angry, and said calmly, "How does the Sang family compare to Jinlin?
How does the Sang family compare to the Tang Dynasty? How does the Sang family compare to the Sword Immortal?"
As soon as the three questions came out, not to mention that Sang Hengshan was speechless. Sang Ming also swallowed back the words that came to his lips. There was a vague spiritual fluctuation around him, receding like a tide, and the hall was filled with deathly silence.
The family is as big as the Sang family. It is true that it is a first-rate force in the Song Dynasty, but it is far inferior to any of them. Even the seemingly weakest Golden Scale Demon Emperor is now about to be canonized. Behind him are the Zhao Song royal family and the Demon Emperor.
Tribal support.
Today, Wu Ming has gained confidence and no longer avoids as many taboos as in the past. He exudes confidence and even has an air of contempt!
The head of the dignified clan actually felt a little helpless in the face of Wu Mingzhi's sharpness.
“Many friends, many paths!”
But after all, Sang Hengshan is the leader of the clan and has extraordinary vision. He quickly regained his composure, "My little friend, I never want to have another enemy like the Sang family."
"good!"
Wu Ming admitted frankly and said bluntly, "So, it is fair between us!"
Sang Hengshan and Sang Ming suddenly looked a little ugly.
This statement was tantamount to a direct statement that Wu Ming could save Sang Heng without any intention and at any cost, but it did not mean that he was obligated to help the Sang family save Nao Shizi's tree master.
You must know that Wu Ming will be indebted to Heaven no matter which party he invites to use those powerful men.
After what happened to the Holy Lord Shan Kui, Wu Ming really doesn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. It's okay to pull the tiger's skin to pull the flag, but when it comes to a critical moment, he still has to look at himself.
Otherwise, if he is betrayed by such a being whose thoughts are as deep as the ocean and whose meaning is as deep as the sky, I am afraid he will still be helping count money.
The Sang family was also thinking about this, and wanted to use this to involve Wu Ming and the saint in cause and effect, so that they could save themselves trouble.
"What a dirty kid, you dare to talk nonsense in our Sang family. Do you really think we can do nothing to you?"
Just as the two of them were weighing the pros and cons, after a terrifying surge of consciousness, a tall, ruddy-faced old man appeared in the room and shouted angrily.
"Third Elder!"
The unhappy look in Sang Hengshan's eyes flashed away.
Although Sang Ming didn't speak, he picked up the tea cup to hide his concern.
Facing the terrifying pressure of this pinnacle grandmaster, Wu Ming seemed unaware and calmly took a sip of Danlaishan's unique spiritual tea, and even the old god smacked his lips to taste it.
Fan.
It goes without saying that this person must be Sang Ping, the third elder of the Sang family. His angry appearance even made Wu Ming suspect that the six people were under his orders.
"Clan leader, Lao Liu, I have told you before that there is not much to say to such ruthless people!"
Sang Ping waved his hand and said harshly, "Knowing that it is my Sang family's great master who kills with ruthless hands and poison without any regard for affection, our Sang family cannot afford to entertain them, so we should catch all those people with ulterior motives and use the technique of peeling off the cocoons.
Torture your spiritual consciousness and you will be sure to find all the spies buried in my Sang family!"
"Second!"
"Second!"
"Second!"
The powerful aura flickered, making the table and rocking chair in the room move, and four more figures were seen, a total of five peak grandmasters, staring at Wu Ming with stern expressions.
"Is this the plan to be polite before fighting? Or..."
Wu Ming said calmly.
"My little friend, please don't misunderstand me. Our Sang family will never treat guests like this. It's just that my little friend killed a member of my Sang family. I should give an explanation both emotionally and rationally!"
Sang Ming stood up and stood vaguely between the two parties. It seemed that he was trying to make peace, but in fact he was still facing home, which was reasonable.
"Lao Qi, first capture those outsiders and take them to Sangzi Valley. I want to see what this kid is capable of. Can he still fly from Shanlai Mountain?"
A skinny old man said sternly.
Wu Ming suddenly raised his head, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Wait!"
Sang Hengshan's heart skipped a beat and he said solemnly, "This matter has never come to this point. Now we should pay attention to the tree respect. Don't mess up your position and seek medical treatment in a hurry!"
"Haha, Patriarch Sang is so sure, so when he came to me, he didn't seek medical attention because of his illness?"
Wu Ming stood up with a sneer, completely ignoring the pressure of the five peak grand masters, even if he was no match for any of them in a single fight.
But since he dared to come, he was sure to escape safely. As for how to go, it was up to him.
"You are wrong, little friend. You have a close relationship with several saints. To be valued by them, there must be something extraordinary about you!"
Sang Hengshan finally expressed his stance.
"Haha, let me guess!"
Wu Ming twitched his lips, but still stared at the skinny old man with a serious look, "Your Sang family was the leader of the Legalist family back then. Even in the holy temples, you still have a place, but you chose to look far away to find me. This shows that the holy temples
I don’t want to get involved in this matter.”
Everyone's expressions changed slightly. Although they didn't say anything, in the eyes of Wu Ming, who was as clever as a demon, everything was explained.
"Let me guess again, China is in a troubled time now. Although the Holy Temples are strong, they still need all the help to cope with the coming disaster. This shows that the enemies of your Sang family are not light in the eyes of the Holy Temples.
"
The atmosphere in the room was chaotic for a while, and the pupils of several old monsters shrank with disbelief in their eyes.
"Then, there is only one possibility left. The Holy Temples will show you a way, which can not only solve the troubles of the Sang family, but also win over those forces, but the price paid... tsk tsk!"
The elders' breaths were unsteady. They were really angry at these mocking words, but they had nothing to say. Wu Mingquan was really right!
"Why don't you guess..."
Sang Ming hesitated.
"Sang Heng was ambushed right under your noses. Do you really think that everyone is stupid and will be manipulated by you?"
Wu Ming waved his sleeves in a cold voice, not giving this man any face, even if he was the father of Sang Jingjing.
If it weren't for his obstruction, how could Sang Jingjing and Wu Fu not be able to be together for many years?
"Why!"
Sang Hengshan sat down slumped and waved his hand.
Although all the elders had a look of reluctance, but now that they were completely dominated by Wu Ming, they had no courage to stay any longer. They all left immediately. Only the old man who had been stared at by Wu Ming felt uncomfortable and hesitant.
He left after a while.
"I want to see Sang Heng first. Let's wait for the clan leader to think clearly about the rest!"
Wu Ming turned directly to the back hall, as if he were the owner of this place, "Aunt Laomei will lead the way!"
"My child, it's hard for you!"
Mei Ruolan didn't even look at her husband, who had a dark complexion, and called Wu Ming upstairs. When she saw Sang Heng, who was so breathless on the bed in the room, she couldn't stop crying anymore.
"Bewitched!"
Wu Ming naturally had no ability to see the extent of Sang Heng's injury, but he could not hide it from Ku Ye's holy soul, and he quickly determined the cause of the disease. (To be continued)