My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 80 Zongmen General Election ([-])
Ling Jianzong is about to usher in a new suzerain, Jiang Guo, like most Ling Jianzong disciples, is both excited and sad.

No matter which plane of the world you are in, the change of dynasty within the big forces is worth watching and looking forward to.

In particular, Ling Jianzong has a lofty status. He is an invincible existence who stands on the top and overlooks all living beings. He hides his feet and the ground trembles three times.

As ordinary mortal beings, it is reasonable to give enough respect and respect to the second largest sect in the upper world.

On the day of the suzerain's general election, no matter what, a suzerain, head of the family, and the like must be sent to worship.

Jiang Guo looked up at the sky, bent his neck back so that it was at right angles to his shoulders and back, and the muscles in his front neck were tense and painful. He didn't see even a bird other than Ling Jianzong, let alone a person.

It seems that it is time to face reality and have to add a prefix to the second largest sect in the upper world.

A sect that was once all the rage, but is not worth mentioning now.

What prefix defines it exactly?
Of course it is - the old days!
Sunset dusk, sunset rivers!
The second largest sect in the upper world in the past!

This code name is good.

In the past, in the evening.

After the sunset is the morning glory.

The sage said that if the heavens will send a great mission to the people, they must first suffer from their will, exhaust their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies...

My Ling Jianzong is not defeated, but has more room for improvement.

Jiang Guo believed that in the not-too-distant future, Ling Jianzong would once again be able to stand proudly above all other sects.

At that time, those weeds who are looking for walls and moving their nests everywhere, such as the Baijia sect that was once protected by Ling Jianzong, but now people go to the empty buildings, do not even have a bamboo fence.

Jiang Guo straightened his eagerly awaited head, and cleared up the messy disappointment in his mind.

He cleared his throat, straightened his cuffs, and took a few steps forward.

"Uncle, are you ready?"

Do you still need to prepare for such a trivial matter as speaking in front of tens of thousands of disciples?Is he looking down on the young master of the Volcanic Clan who has 30 soldiers, or is he looking down on the deputy squad leader who has participated in the sixteen squad leader elections?
"Is it appropriate to explain your affairs?"

Yun Chi's spiritual consciousness transmitted sound, and answered the question.

"Jiangguo, my little uncle, you can put Xin Ansheng in your stomach. Little uncle will definitely be the candidate with the most votes since the founding of Ling Jianzong."

Jiang Guo also responded to her with his spiritual sense, "The disciple hereby congratulates Master Yun Ma Daogong on his victory."

Yun Chi turned his head and looked at Jiang Guo, who was bowing his hands and nodding his head. The half-closed eyes made no sense, and Jiang Guo was terrified, thinking that he had accidentally slapped a horse's ass on the horse's leg.

As the ancestor of Ling Jianzong's sycophant, Jiang Guo questioned his professional ability for the first time.

"That's natural."

After a while, a woman's voice sounded again in his head.

It is much lighter than before, and you can tell that you are in a good mood as soon as you hear it.

Jiang Guo raised his head, and sure enough, he saw the corners of her lips raised, and her long eyelashes that were about to curl up to the roof in a complacent manner.

"Hey, call twice to listen."

Jiang·gouleg·Guo Xi liked Yunchi's overwhelming vanity, and he immediately satisfied her, even more flattering than just now.

Only when the horse is fed, can the horse run fast, and if the horse runs fast, Jiang Guo can be one step ahead of others.

As a sycophant who has cultivated to the level of perfection, naturally he cannot hang himself on a tree.

To Ye Shuanghong, Jiang Guo was equally respectful, without exception, in exchange for a stern reaction.

In Jiang Guo's impression, the third elder, Ye Shuanghong, was as cold as ice, and he was no stranger to this.

Silently retreated to the side, facing the bustling crowd below the stage, "Silent! Silent!"

As soon as Jiang Guofu spoke, the square where tens of thousands of people gathered immediately fell silent.

When the crowd had completely quieted down, Jiang Guo continued to speak, using it as a way to attract others.

"The sky is in sight, the earth is the evidence, and the suzerains of the past have witnessed that today..."

The crowds of people in the square looked at the high platform in unison, and were infected by Jiang Guo's eloquent speech, tears filled their eyes.

Good guy, this brainwashing ability is not far behind Yun Yeming, the high priest of the Fulang Clan.

The corner of Yunchi's mouth twitched.

When Jiang Guo finished speaking, the already enthusiastic disciples became even more excited, filled with righteous indignation unprecedentedly vigorous, eager to fight, and wished to kill the Qiansheng family immediately under the leadership of the new suzerain to avenge their shame.

The bricks have been thrown, and the next step is the suzerain candidate canvassing session.

A word canvassing!

After the candidate draws votes, the disciples vote according to their personal wishes, and the one with the highest number of votes will be the next Suzerain.

On the same day, when he learned about the election process for the first time, Yun Chi couldn't believe that the "formerly" second largest sect chose the suzerain so... hastily.

She once thought that April Fool's Day traveled from the 21st century to the upper world.

"If you choose this elder to succeed the suzerain, this elder will definitely bring Ling Jianzong back to its former peak, and then you will be able to feel proud and proud."

Ye Shuanghong was the first to canvass votes, her voice was still cold as if the whole world owed her.

As soon as the words fell, fans immediately shouted loudly, "Third Elder, Third Elder..."

But most of them are whispering to each other, looking left and right.

When it was Yunchi's turn, she walked in a circle around the high platform in a calm manner, waving her hands as she walked, and occasionally threw a sunny smile at the disciples in the front row.

Then he said unhurriedly: "I may not be able to bring the sect back to its peak, but as long as I, Yun Hualian, is still the master of Lingjian sect, I will not let any of my disciples die in vain. Please vote red Sign! Remember, it's a red sign!"

After Yun Chi finished speaking, Jiang Guo repeated her words.

There is no way, one layer of jiedan is not enough to support her to spread her voice to every corner, so that every disciple can hear it.

"I'd like to emphasize again that the red lottery represents the junior uncle Yun Hualian, and the blue lottery represents the third elder Ye Shuanghong. Whoever supports it will throw the jade lottery of the corresponding color into the air. Voting, start now!"

As soon as Jiang Guo finished speaking, red or blue jade sticks floated out of the crowd.

Initially, the number was sparse, but after a while, the number skyrocketed, flying towards the high platform like a torrential rain.

There are two pre-prepared stone mirrors on the high platform, more than ten meters high and four to five meters wide. There is a gray cylinder as thick as a bucket on the right side of the mirror, and the candidate's name is printed on the left side of the mirror.

After the jade sticks fly to the high platform, they automatically sink into the stone mirror according to the color.

The bases of the gray columns on the stone mirrors also began to turn red or blue.

As more and more jade sticks are absorbed, the colored pillars continue to climb higher, like a giant mercury thermometer that keeps rising.

The red pillar on the stone mirror that says "Cloud Flower Lotus" rises extremely fast, and it will reach the top of the stone mirror within a few breaths of effort.

On the other hand, the blue pillar on the other stone mirror seems to be sealed by someone, only a short section of chopsticks.

Ye Shuanghong stared coldly, her face was extremely gloomy and ugly.

Yunchi was very satisfied with the expected result.

It must be known that Ling Jianzong's outer sect disciples accounted for [-]%, and the number is huge. It can be said that the outer sect disciples are the suzerain.

Yun Chi was well versed in this, and arranged for Jiang Guo to work for the outer disciples early on.

At the same time, Lan Chen and Fang Musheng also relied on their influence in the inner sect to mobilize the inner sect disciples to choose the junior master uncle Yun Hualian.

The so-called on-site canvassing and voting is just a process.

Ye Shuanghong naturally knew the stakes.

She promised Jiang Guo that when she became the suzerain, she would make an exception and accept her as a direct disciple, and then promote her to be an elder.

Draw a big and crispy flatbread.

Compared with the illusory pie, the benefits of collusion are obviously more real. Jiang Guo accepted Yunchi's bribe of three thousand spirit stones, and has already been tightly tied to her.

Jiang Guo pretended to agree, but in private, he devoted himself to running for Yunchi.

Soon, the final result came out.

Yunchi received more than 9000 votes, accounting for more than 80.00%, and won the election by an overwhelming advantage.

Just as Yunchi was waving his left hand in a victorious gesture, and was about to deliver his victory speech, Ye Shuanghong said something calmly.

"This elder refused to accept the result, and applied to enter the second procedure. The previous suzerains of Ling Jianzong will personally select the new suzerain."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned.

"I'm shocked, the third elder actually wants to start the second program."

"How long has it been since the second program was activated, maybe it has been in 20 years."

"So the little uncle and the third elder are about to enter the Sword Tomb, it's a place of near death."

"Brother, what is the second procedure?" A newly promoted outer disciple humbly asked for advice.

"The second procedure is that in the suzerain general election, if other candidates agree that the result of the vote is unfair, or think that the winner is suspected of operating in the dark, then the ballot will be invalidated, and all candidates will enter the sword mound, where the deceased suzerain will order the sword Sword Soul chooses a new suzerain."

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(End of this chapter)