Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Zhuo Ping said in a deep voice: "Elders, all the supreme elders, this is the result of our voting this time. Junior Brother Zhu and I will call out the names together, and Junior Brother Jing will be responsible for recording."

"Okay." Jing Mingchuan agreed readily.

In this way, he can watch with wide eyes to prevent them from cheating.

Although the supreme elders will not do such a mean thing, it is really uncertain when it comes to the position of the head of the sect, so it is better to be careful.

Everyone started to move.

Zhu Qingfeng picked up a bamboo chip, sang "Leng Feiqiong", then put it aside, picked up another one, and read out the three words "Leng Feiqiong", followed by the third one.

As he read out the names one by one, Zhu Qingfeng's face became more and more ugly, and Jing Mingchuan, who was responsible for recording, was the same, with a gloomy face, and looked up at the elders and supreme elders from time to time.

Leng Feiqiong, who was sitting in the main seat, shook his head and sighed.

"Why is the head sighing?" Zhuo Ping asked.

Leng Feiqiong sighed, "I am ashamed."

"Why?" Zhuo Ping was puzzled.

Leng Feiqiong said, "I have no way to control my subordinates, and I have not been able to train anyone who can take on the responsibility."

All the names written on these bamboo chips were hers, and there was no one else's. This was really a bit outrageous.

In her opinion, there must be people who oppose her coming back.

But looking at these people who cast the chips, none of them opposed her, and all of them were her name. She even couldn't help but suspect that it was a fraud, and her eyes couldn't help but cast on several supreme elders.

The old man sitting at the top had a round face and smiled like Maitreya Buddha. He was so kind and warm that people couldn't help but feel close to him. He was the famous killing god in the martial arts world.

He noticed Leng Feiqiong's eyes and said helplessly: "Master, if we really cheat, it won't be like this. We have to be real and fake, right?"

"Am I so popular?" Leng Feiqiong smiled and shook his head: "I'm flattered!"

Zhuo Ping said in a deep voice: "Master, there should be many factors. Some people may not oppose you, but when they think that there is really no one in the sect who can take up the responsibility, they have no choice but to choose you. Some people may think it doesn't matter, or some people think it's impossible anyway, or some people may want to satirize the current situation."

"Hmm..." Leng Feiqiong tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded: "That makes sense."

Zhu Qingfeng sneered and continued to call out the names, but the name he called out was still Leng Feiqiong's name, and there was no one else's name.

He felt very strange.

In theory, the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect belong to different sects. No matter how bad it is, they can also write the top masters of their own sect to express their attitude, even if they know they can't be selected.

But these guys just don't do that. They don't choose the strongest person in their own sect, but they have to write Leng Feiqiong.

As Senior Brother Zhuo said, many of them did not really want to choose Leng Feiqiong, but they wrote Leng Feiqiong out of disappointment, irony, or anger.

But the result was that Leng Feiqiong was restored.

If they knew that their choice would have such an impact, would they still choose it?

Thinking of this, he said in a deep voice: "Several supreme elders, elders, I think we should re-elect!"

"Re-elect?" Zhuo Ping frowned.

"Yes!" Zhu Qingfeng snorted coldly: "Re-elect."

"Why re-elect?"

"We should let everyone know that if Concubine Leng is really chosen, Concubine Leng will really become our leader!" Zhu Qingfeng said: "When they wrote this name, they did not think that Concubine Leng would really come back, but just used it as a way to vent!"

"Hehehe..." Leng Feiqiong suddenly laughed.

Zhu Qingfeng stared at her coldly: "Concubine Leng, do you dare to re-elect?"

Leng Feiqiong sighed: "Elder Zhu, you are going back the more you live!"

Zhu Qingfeng snorted and said nothing.

He also felt that his behavior was unqualified and unbecoming of an elder, but since it involved the life and death of Tianhai Sword Sect, it was okay to be despicable and shameless.

Leng Feiqiong looked at the others.

Jing Mingchuan bowed his head and said nothing.

Although he was not satisfied with the result and did not want Leng Feiqiong to return to the position of the head, the rules were the rules. Otherwise, Tianhai Sword Sect would have been in chaos long ago. Without rules, it would be difficult to achieve order.

Leng Feiqiong said indifferently: "How about this, let's re-elect in ten days. If I am voted out that time, I will take the initiative to resign from the position of the head. How about that?"

"Head!" Zhuo Ping was anxious.

This approach was too unwise.

Taking advantage of the time difference when everyone did not know that she was going to return, everyone opened their hearts and chose her. Once the re-election was held, the result was doomed and she would definitely be voted out.

Is she going to leave the position of the head of Tianhai Sword Sect again?

That would be a great humiliation to Leng Feiqiong, and also a great humiliation to the head of Tianhai Sword Sect. I am afraid that the world will laugh at Tianhai Sword Sect. Where is the dignity of Tianhai Sword Sect?

Leng Feiqiong said: "If I can't make them return to their hearts in ten days, I am not worthy of being the head!"

"Okay!" Zhu Qingfeng said hurriedly.

The round-faced Supreme Elder shook his head and said: "It's really nonsense."

His smiling face turned cold and stern, staring at Zhu Qingfeng coldly: "Can the head of Tianhai Sword Sect be so frivolous? We have already abolished Zhao Qianjun's position as the head, which is equivalent to weakening the head's dignity. If this happens again, it will really become a joke? Not only will the world laugh, but we, the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect, will also lose the trust and respect of the head."

He snorted: "If this happens, we will be the sinners of Tianhai Sword Sect!"

"But..." Zhu Qingfeng said hurriedly.

He didn't think so much, he just didn't want Leng Feiqiong to be the head of the sect. He thought it would be a big joke if Leng Feiqiong was the head of the sect. The whole world would laugh at Tianhai Sword Sect for having no one to use.

"Follow the rules!" the round-faced old man said in a deep voice.

Jing Mingchuan fell silent.

Leng Feiqiong smiled and said, "Just do as I said. I just want to vote again to see if they will choose me or not!"

Zhuo Ping said, "Head, if they don't choose you, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Leng Feiqiong nodded gently, "Then I really don't have the face to stay in the position of the head of the sect."

She waved her hand and said lightly, "I have made up my mind. No need to persuade me anymore."

Zhuo Ping opened his mouth helplessly but couldn't say anything. He looked at the nine supreme elders.

But the nine supreme elders also turned their eyes away. They didn't have the courage and courage to confront Leng Feiqiong.

Xu Qingluo and the other four were shocked.

I never expected that Leng Feiqiong would have such great power in Tianhai Sword Sect. His words were final and no one could stop him.

After a while, another purple lacquer box was brought in and opened with nine keys. The names on the bamboo chips inside continued to be read out, and then another one.

Finally, all nine purple lacquer boxes were read out, and the final results were counted. Except for the twenty-two blank bamboo chips, the rest chose Leng Feiqiong, so Leng Feiqiong became the head of the sect.

Leng Feiqiong was very indifferent to this result and ordered: "Since I am the head of the sect, I will summon all the disciples to the outside of the hall to meet. Elder Jing, Elder Zhu, pass the order."

"...Yes." The two of them clasped their fists helplessly.

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