Di Shangyin is so experienced. He can see some tricks at a glance. This little guy from the Black Tutang seems to be a little confused with the new woman.

This matter is related to the face of Dishantang. If Xiang Yang was not by her, Qiu Shan would have been out long ago. Maybe even the newly married concubine Di Changqing would have been punished.

But now, Di Shangyin was very kind, nodded to Qiu Shan, and asked with a smile: "I don't know who this little brother is looking for?"

Facing a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, as Di Shang Yin's identity, he was already condescending to shout out the word "Little Brother".

Qiu Shan blushed and murmured for a long time without knowing what to say. When he came, he was full of aggrieved and sad, but now it turned out to be a strange feeling, a little angry and a little hatred. Suddenly, he felt that it was meaningless to pull Xiang Yang to the door.

He lowered his head and rubbed his nose, and wiped away a trace of tears from the corners of his eyes through this action. He said with some excitement: "I...I won't find anyone anymore...Boss Xiang, let's go..."

Xiang Yang originally felt that this matter was a little awkward, and he was relieved when he heard this. As long as he could let it go, he naturally didn't care. He nodded and Fang Xiang greeted Di Shangyin and took Qiushan away, but heard a low scream from outside the Yingbin Hall: "Qiushan? Why are you here? This... is this the trouble you caused?"

When I looked up, I saw a black-faced middle-aged man wearing a black robe, followed by several people, and squeezed out of the crowd.

Behind them, there was a man and a woman. The man was black and thin, with a horse face and a dressed in brocade clothes. The woman was very beautiful, tall and well-proportioned, wearing a loud red wedding robe, lowered her head slightly, occasionally glanced at Qiu Shan with a dodge, with a wide range of flavors in her eyes.

As soon as the man appeared, many disciples from Dishantang beside him greeted him and called him "Minister Uncle". He raised his head arrogantly, and was too lazy to nod and responded.

The black-faced middle-aged man hurriedly took a few steps forward, then turned around and bowed to the horse-faced man: "Changqing, this is my brother's unworthy disciple, and Linghua's senior brother. He has been mining in Danxue Mountain. Today's matter...this matter..."

He murmured for a long time, but couldn't continue to say anything. He demolished the Welcoming Hall of Dishan Hall in a small part. How should he say this? Maybe if he vented his anger, Heitu Hall would be involved.

Thinking of this, he felt a little cold and could only wink at the woman beside Di Changqing and ask her to come forward and say a few words. After all, he would always give him some face when he was just having fun in the bridal chamber.

Linghua looked at Qiu Shan with a complicated expression and then looked at Di Changqing beside her, and finally said, "Husband..."

Before the word "jun" was expressed, the man who was still begging her last night looked at her coldly. The monk in the early stage of God Transformation had already become arrogant with just a look, and immediately blocked her words back.

"Is this the senior brother you had never forgotten?"

Linghua raised her head, and there was already mist in her watery eyes. She replied as thin as a mosquito: "Husband, he is my senior brother, but how can I mention the four words I never forget? Since I have married my husband, I will only have one husband in my heart in the future... I will never have any other men in my heart."

Her face was as red as a shiny person, and her words were graceful and deep.

She does not have feelings for Qiu Shan, but as a cultivator, who doesn’t want her cultivation to go further? If her immortal seedlings with more than two inches have enough resources, it is not a delusion to make pills. By then, she will have a life span of five hundred years, which is better than a pile of dry bones in a hundred years. Compared to this, what’s the point of being a childish girl?

In the crowd, Di Tongtong clenched his fists hatefully, pouted and cursed: "Vox spirit!"

Di Changqing laughed and hugged Linghua in her arms with pride, walked forward, and said, "Okay, okay, just say this to you, I will take care of you today's affairs!"

Among the disciples of the ancestor of Dishan Hall, he was the latest in the school, but his qualifications were the best, and he was most valued by the ancestor. Although he was only in the early stage of the God Transformation, there was still great hope of forming pills within a hundred years. He was also the most promising junior under the ancestor of Dishan Hall who had the most hope to enter the Nascent Soul stage, and he was the most popular candidate for the next hall master.

So in the Dishan Hall, in terms of status, he was still a little higher than Di Shangyin who was over 300 years old in the middle stage of the elixir. Therefore, he did not feel much respect when he saw him. He just nodded casually, said to his senior brother, and sat aside. The disciple who had a clear understanding of his own found the fragrant tea made from Chenlu and brought it up.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about this style is better than the two masters in the Kaling Stage.

But it's no wonder that Xiang Yang looked much younger than him, and at this time he was introverted. How could he see the other party's realm in the early stage of Changqing's transformation? For some reason, Di Shangyin didn't remind him, but just smiled and watched.

After taking a sip of tea, Di Changqing smashed his mouth, as if he was still savoring the romantic atmosphere last night. He said that Linghua was indeed a beauty and her appearance was not as beautiful, but her figure was not so beautiful, and she was greeted with a delicate voice and made him busy all night. Even with his cultivation level in the God Transformation Stage, he couldn't help feeling a little tired at this time.

After taking all the airs, he didn't pay attention to Qiu Shan, but nodded at Di Shangyin and said, "Senior Brother, please give me some face to deal with this matter, what if I can do?"

Di Shangyin lowered his head, a smile on the corner of his mouth, glanced at Xiang Yang intentionally or unintentionally, and saw that he nodded slightly, and felt relieved. He immediately smiled and said, "Ancestors will prepare for the Nine Turns as soon as they enter the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Junior brother, you must take over as the chief of the hall in the future. You can make the decision on this little thing! Well, but the brother Xiang around me has an old age, so don't involve him."

Although he wanted to keep his eyes green, he was afraid that Xiang Yang would take his anger in the future, so he still said a little and tried to please Xiang Yang.

Di Changqing looked at Xiang Yang dispensably. He originally thought that this guy must have a background. Otherwise, since Di Shangyin was already here, how could he not have an attack? But seeing that he was dressed in an ordinary manner and his robe was not the standard at the entrance of the hall, he didn't take it seriously.

If he knew that the yellowish robe on Xiang Yang was transformed from a mysterious weapon, he would probably have been unable to sit still at this time...

With a gentle voice, he pointed at Linghua who was snuggling beside him and said arrogantly to Qiu Shanzhi: "Little bastard, I am responsible for Linghua's sake today! It would be fine if I send you to the torture room in the hall to suck a hundred poisonous dragon whip...Oh...Oh..."
Chapter completed!