Sun Simiao looked at Ye Fan seriously. After all, this matter might be related to Di Jiang's lifelong happiness, so they had to be serious.
"No, I have to test him."
Sun Simiao was also a hard worker. He speeded up and after finishing the work at hand, he didn't even bother to study Ye Fan and directly called Di Jiang to the 9th floor.
"What else happened?"
Di Jiang looked at Sun Simiao with some dissatisfaction. After all, Sun Simiao was unconscious in the room alone. What if something happened?
"Do you think the guards in Guangming Pavilion are just decorations? Jiuyin is such a big person, what can happen to her?"
Sun Simiao rolled his eyes and saw the reason for Di Jiang's dissatisfaction at a glance.
Di Jiang smiled coquettishly.
What Sun Simiao said did make sense, but he couldn't rest assured, otherwise he wouldn't have left all the affairs of Guangming Pavilion to Ye Fan and gone to take care of Zhu Jiuyin by himself.
"I called you here today because I remembered something."
With a serious look on his face, Zhu Jiuyin took out a stack of portraits of male cultivators from his sleeve and placed them in front of Di Jiang.
Ye Fan looked at Sun Simiao dumbfounded. When did this guy prepare this pile of portraits of male cultivators?
"What is this going to do?"
Di Jiang looked at Sun Simiao doubtfully.
"Jiuyin has also reached the age suitable for marriage. This is not for you to help choose and see if there is anyone suitable for Jiuyin."
Di Jiang's body stiffened for a moment.
"I'm still young at 91. It's not good to plan to marry her off so early."
"What's wrong?"
Sun Simiao waved his hand.
"Besides, it's just a selection, and I didn't say that Jiuyin must make the choice."
Di Jiang's expression relaxed a little.
Then with a cold face, he picked up the pile of portraits of male cultivators in front of him.
"This won't work, it's too ugly."
"This won't work, it's too thin."
…
Ye Fan and Sun Simiao were both speechless as they looked at Di Jiang choosing among the portraits with a serious look on his face.
There were about thirty or forty portraits in the pile, but Di Jiang could look at them for half an hour.
Eventually, he took all the portraits aside.
"Where did you find these monks? None of them look like this!"
The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched slightly. When Di Jiang was browsing the portraits just now, he was standing aside. He also saw the male cultivators in those portraits. Although their appearance was not comparable to that of Sun Simiao, Di Jiang and others, they were all the same.
A person with a delicate appearance would probably be sought after by a group of female cultivators outside.
In Di Jiang's eyes, he couldn't stand it.
Sun Simiao slammed the table and shouted at Di Jiang.
"What? You don't like any of them, is it possible that you married Jiuyin?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan's eyes lit up.
This way of asking questions is simply wonderful!
"How can I marry Jiuyin? I am Jiuyin's uncle! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Di Jiang stood up with a bang, his face turned red, he opened a space crack and left the ninth floor.
"hehe!"
Watching Di Jiang leave, Sun Simiao slowly uttered two words.
"You really guessed it right!"
He looked at Ye Fan and rubbed his temples.
"What can we do? If there are others, we can help, but this is his own heart..."
"It's better to stimulate him."
"How exciting?"
Ye Fan showed a wicked smile and possessed Sun Simiao's ear.
"good!"
After hearing what Ye Fan said, Sun Simiao immediately agreed.
