At the entrance of Baiyun Manor, Meng Fang stood in front, followed by Meng Xiaobai and Meng Zhanjun, the eldest elder of the Meng family.
Outside the gate, Meng Fang shouted in a strong voice, "The Meng family of Qin has come to pay respects to the head of the Yu family."
Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared outside the gate. Yu Shizhong was wearing a suit and had his ever-present smile on his face: "Patriarch Meng, it's been a long time."
When Meng Fang saw Yu Shizhong, he smiled and said, "Brother Yu, it's been a long time. I heard that you and Commander Yu have come to S Province, so I came here today to pay my respects. I hope you will forgive my uninvited visit."
Yu Shizhong laughed and said, "Brother Meng is too kind. My father and I are only here to handle family matters. There is no need to make a fuss."
"Furthermore, Brother Meng, you may be visiting the wrong temple today."
Yu Shizhong squinted and smiled, "This Baiyun Manor is no longer the property of my Yu family, but the property of my son-in-law Shen Lang."
"Oh?" Meng Fang asked curiously, "I've long heard that the Yu family's daughter is choosing a good man, but I don't know his name."
Yu Shizhong nodded and said to the maid inside the door, "Go and inform your young master that the head of the Meng family has come to pay his respects."
"Yes, sir," the maid replied respectfully, then turned and walked into the courtyard.
Then Yu Shizhong and Meng Fang stood outside the door and began to reminisce.
Meng Zhanjun, an elder of the Meng family behind Meng Fang, stepped forward, bowed slightly to Yu Shizhong, and said in a slightly respectful tone, "Meng Zhanjun, elder of the Meng family, greets the Suppressor."
Yu Shizhong waved his hand and laughed, "Elder Meng, there's no need to be so polite. I only have an empty reputation. If Brother Meng had participated in the battle back then, I might not have won the championship."
Meng Fang laughed and said, "Brother Yu is too modest. The Yu family has won the title of the suppressor of the ancient martial arts world for five consecutive terms, which is well-deserved. My Meng family knows that we are not as good as others and just doesn't want to embarrass ourselves."
Yu Shizhong stared intently at Meng Fang, his smile unchanged, but a strong fighting spirit emanating from his body.
The fighting spirit emanating from Yu Shizhong disrupted the aura of the Meng army behind Meng Fang.
In contrast, Meng Fang stood firm in place like a stubborn rock. He exuded no imposing aura, yet remained unaffected by it.
"Master Meng, you have excellent skills," Yu Shizhong praised sincerely.
Meng Fang didn't mince words, and nodded with a smile: "If I were younger, I would definitely have a great battle with Brother Yu."
Yu Shizhong also laughed and said, "Yes, we're getting old. Now it's the era of the young."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang led Yu Xian'er to the door, cupped his hands and smiled at Meng Fang, saying, "I am sorry for not welcoming you properly since Patriarch Meng has come in person. I hope Patriarch Meng will forgive me."
Meng Fang stared blankly at the young man before him, who seemed like an immortal descended to earth and had no cultivation whatsoever: "You are Shen Lang, the son-in-law of the Yu family?"
The one who answered Meng Fang's question was not Shen Lang, but Yu Xian'er.
“Patriarch Meng, I think you’ve misunderstood.” Yu Xian’er smiled generously, “My husband didn’t marry into the Yu family; it was Xian’er who married into the Shen family.”
Upon hearing this, Meng Fang looked at Yu Shizhong with a questioning expression.
Yu Shizhong nodded slightly, smiling without saying a word.
Shen Lang waved his hand and said, "Uncle Yu, please. Patriarch Meng, please."
Then Yu Shizhong took the lead and walked into the room. Meng Fang gave Shen Lang a deep look. The three of them followed behind Yu Shizhong.
Shen Lang looked at Meng Xiaobai, who was following closely behind Meng Fang, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.
Meng Xiaobai met Shen Lang's gaze and felt a surge of fear.
He seemed to hear Shen Lang saying to him, "There's no escaping it."
Upon arriving in the courtyard, Meng Fang said to Shen Lang, "Young Master Shen, I'd like to pay my respects to Elder Yu first."
Shen Lang smiled and said, "Please do as you please, Patriarch Meng."
Meng Fang also saw the current situation at Baiyun Manor.
The events that just happened outside the door, whether it was the Yu family patriarch Shi Zhong emphasizing the ownership of Baiyun Manor, or the Yu family's prodigy daughter emphasizing the marital relationship between the two.
They were all trying to create hype for this mysterious man in front of him.
At this moment, regardless of who Shen Lang was, he had to show the most basic respect to Shen Lang, the new master of Baiyun Manor.
This is a hint from the first family in history among the workers of the ancient martial arts world.
Even the Meng family, descendants of the pre-Qin lineage, had no choice but to submit.
Shen Lang did not go with them to see Yu Tianxing, but instead went to the pavilion with Yu Xian'er.
Yu Xian'er sat upright at the wooden table, her slender fingers gently caressing the guqin in front of her.
Shuang'er brewed tea for him.
Shen Lang lay comfortably on the lounge chair, enjoying the cool breeze in the courtyard and the tranquil moment.
The little sprite said in the system, "Master, we're out of trading coins now."
Shen Lang communicated with it using his consciousness, saying, "Oh."
Little elf: "Master, why aren't you in a hurry?"
Shen Lang: "Worried? Why should I be in a hurry? I can live forever even without trading coins. Time is precious to others, but to me it's just something to enjoy."
Little Sprite: "Master, now that you've come into contact with the ancient martial arts world, you should hurry up and complete the transaction to earn transaction coins, then you can exchange them for cultivation techniques and pills to start your training!"
Shen Lang said, "Oh."
"Owner……"
Shen Lang said, "Don't panic, little guy, let me laze around for a day."
The little elf was shocked: "Give up? How can you give up at your age?"
Shen Lang: "If you keep babbling on, I'll have Xian'er deal with you."
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the little elf immediately stopped talking, as if it had been enchanted.
Meanwhile, in a living room, Yu Tianxing received Meng Fang and others.
"Grandpa." As soon as he entered the living room, Meng Fang greeted Yu Tianxing, who was sitting at the head of the table, with a cupped-hand salute.
Yu Tianxing nodded and said, "Xiao Fang, how has Brother Meng Xi been lately?"
Meng Fang replied respectfully, "Thank you for your concern, sir. My father recently gained some enlightenment and entered a state of seclusion. He was unaware that you were coming to X City."
Yu Tianxing's lips curled into a smile that was imperceptible to most people.
Meng Xi and he were old acquaintances.
They've been rivals for over a century.
A century ago, at a youth martial arts tournament, the two fought fiercely for a day and a night. In the end, he narrowly won by one move, suppressing Meng Xi and winning the championship of the youth tournament.
In countless battles that followed, Yu Tianxing consistently maintained a clear advantage over Meng Xi.
This made Meng Xi really hate seeing Yu Tianxing.
In Meng Xi's view, Yu Tianxing was his nemesis.
In a small courtyard of the Meng Family Manor, an elderly man with a full head of silver hair was holding a baby and teasing him with his hands.
Suddenly, I sneezed: "Achoo!"
"That bastard, it must be that old dog Yu cursing me behind my back." Meng Xi shouted angrily in authentic Qin dialect, "That son of a bitch, when I break through to the Heavenly Rank, I'll definitely beat you into barking like a dog."
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