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 knows nothing?
Who doesn’t know that two hundred years ago, your two daughters fought over each other for a man, which was cruel and inhumane? It was a bloody storm.
Still prosperous? Still prosperous?
Just that 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 a father rush to send his daughter out to get married?
What's more, they have only met twice, right?
Are all the leaders in 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 secretly asked the three of them to 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 covetous light in their eyes. They 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, how could it be such a coincidence? Two hundred years have passed, and they both fall in love with the same person. My heart can't stand their torture anymore."
"Well, I'm afraid those two girls didn't have any bad fate in the past life. I understand it clearly, but I can't let the two girls fight to the death again.
Although it is a good thing for the two of them to have a heartbeat once in a while, it is too taxing for men and no one can bear it.
I see you 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 a little hesitant, not because he was afraid of wronging his daughter, but because he was really worried that Bai Lian would be ravaged.
He slowly turned his eyes, glanced at Bai Lian silently, then turned 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 tough? He ate the evil spirit of the evil corpse and was still alive and kicking after being hit by the Xuanshui Formation. He must not be a short-lived ghost! He can survive! He is very tenacious! "
Balian, the short-lived ghost who just turned sixteen and was lying on the bed with his eyes closed peacefully: "..."
When choosing a son-in-law, your 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 with matching eyes and a harmonious 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 my seniors' good intentions."
"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 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 didn’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 started not to care 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, how come you got married so early and started 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 noble today?"
Bailian 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 calculations, he is actually older than their 'father-in-law'.
Yin Dufeng couldn't hold back his temper: "You are nine hundred and eighty-seven years old, and you still call yourself a senior. It's really interesting! Why are you pretending to be young?"
Su Guanhai was deep in thought, he looked at Balian a little unpredictably, sighed pretentiously, 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 the Beitian Lixi clan who had just grown up when he was seventy thousand years old. The two also got married and were adopted as the concubine, which was also envied and praised by everyone. "
This old guy has made up his mind to blackmail him, right?
Bailian 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, the righteous leader's demeanor was extraordinary: "If brother doesn't have this intention, Mr. Su will not be able to do such forced and rude things."
He smiled apologetically at Balian, his smile was quite sincere and self-deprecating: "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 a night banquet in Xianling City, I saw her rarely sharing a 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 the wine, we won’t go home until we get drunk tonight!”
Su Guanhai quickly unsealed the three jars of wine, pushed one jar to Bai Lian, snapped his fingers, and asked the waiter to add twenty jars of the strongest roasting knife in the shop.
Balian's lotus-like heart couldn't figure out what these two were planning.
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 feel bloated and uncomfortable, Balian was afraid that he really couldn't get drunk.
He simply complied with their wishes and pretended to join the game. 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 burned five jars of 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 the 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 and said: "Oh, brother, you are so drunk that your tongue is too 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?" "
Bailian 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 second half of the night, Su Guanhai finally couldn't hold it back any longer. He burped and spit out a mouthful of drunkenness. His face flushed 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 see 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 could no longer hold the glass of wine.
The wine splashed everywhere, and the cuffs of his clothes 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.
The inn was already closed at the moment, and there was no one around except for the light of warm lamps and candles, and from time to time the crackling of firewood could be heard from under the Kang table in the four corners.
Balian threw 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 red, 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 in confusion.
For some reason, Su Guanhai looked a little dazed at the moment.
He groaned lazily, raised a hand, and patted Bai Lian on the shoulder with great pleasure. His eyes seemed a little moist: "Jing'er will silently clear her heart. The handwriting is very good. You are so good." The children are also taught very well.”
Bai Lian was stunned silently.
Through his clothes, the hand on his shoulder was hot and felt inexplicably heavy.
I saw Su Guanhai tremblingly retracting his palm and reaching into his sleeve as if he was 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 eyebrows. .
His broad cuffs 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, 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.
But when he stretched out his hand to catch it, he suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain, and some kind of taboo against the corpse demon 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. Some complex emotions overflowed from his eyes, and he closed his nagging 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 neither a high bed nor a soft pillow in 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 glow, and white clouds of billowing fire are billowing up and down in the sky.
Balian was so startled 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 and movement. 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.
