Ling Zi was bitter in his heart, and he couldn't stop his tears in the hall, Ling Zi was a righteous envoy, representing the face of Fengguo, so he had no choice but to lower his head more and more to cover up the past.

Tears splashed one by one on the small leather boots, and Ling Zi felt that this was about what he looked like after his heart was broken.

Xi Xuecheng, the ancestral home of the Zhao family.

Ding Yi and the elders' chariots were parked neatly at the door of the Zhao family's ancestral mansion.

The Snow Festival is a big day for the Holy Sect, and there are less than 100 people left behind in the Great Snow Mountain at this time.

The first thing Ding Yi did when he arrived at Xi Xuecheng was to bring all the elders to visit Zhao Lanxiu.

Huang Yi first went to greet Ding Yi, and then sent a message to the ancestral house of the Zhao family, and at this moment, he and Zhao Lanxiu's eldest son Zhao Chengjie accompanied the high-level of the Snow God Sect to Zhao Lanxiu's bedroom.

Zhao Lanxiu never let the children of the family participate in the affairs of the church, and never sought any position for the sons and nephews of the Zhao family, which is a well-known thing in the Great Snow Mountain, and the Zhao family only does a few generations of small business ---- make snow wood branches into snow wood incense.

In the Great Snow Mountain, almost everyone knows how to make snow wood fragrance, but only the snow wood fragrance made by the Zhao family workshop is the most elegant and comfortable.

It is not as good as the crude snow wood fragrance outside, which is either thick or smokey, so the snow wood fragrance of the snow god is worshipped, and the people of Longguo love the snow wood fragrance produced by the Zhao family.

Although the business is small, the demand is large, and the Zhao family supports a large family with their ability, compared with some elders in the sect, Zhao Lanxiu's character is more worthy of the admiration of the people of Snow Mountain.

Ding Yi saw Zhao Lanxiu lying on the bed with his eyes closed under the quilt, and gently waved his hand to everyone, signaling not to wake up Zhao Lanxiu.

As Huang Yi said, Zhao Lanxiu is thinner than when he was in Daxue Mountain, his dry skin is tightly wrapped around his face, and his cheekbones are very prominent, and the wrinkles on his forehead are like cracked bark, engraved under Zhao Lanxiu's eyebrows one after another.

A head of silver hair was as dry as a dehydrated snow grass, and it was sparsely pressed against the pillow.

"Daddy, Daddy, the High Priest and the elders have come to see you." Zhao Chengjie called Zhao Lanxiu gently.

"Don't disturb Elder Zhao to rest, we'll come back when Elder Zhao wakes up." Ding Yi hurriedly grabbed Zhao Chengjie.

"Daddy has been waking up for only a few hours a day recently, and the rest of the time is in a coma, and he can't even get out of bed, even if he goes to the toilet, we need to carry it. Daddy said that if the high priest comes, he must wake him up, and he also wants to say a few more words to the high priest when he can speak soberly. Zhao Chengjie wiped his tears.

Xu is Zhao Chengjie cried out and woke up Zhao Lanxiu, Zhao Lanxiu slowly opened his eyelids, his godless eyes moved a few times, and he saw Ding Yi coming, struggling to lean on the head of the bed.

Ding Yiben sat in front of Zhao Lanxiu's bed, Huang Yi stood on the side of the bed, Zhao Lanxiu tried hard several times but couldn't hold up, Ding Yi was getting up and preparing to help, Huang Yi was faster, and took a step to help Zhao Lanxiu sit up.

"I'm so busy with the Snow Festival, and I'm always bothered that the chief priest came to see me, an old man who is about to die." Zhao Lanxiu spoke weakly, slowly, her voice was dry, and her throat seemed to be blocked with phlegm.

"Whatever Elder Zhao said, the affairs of the Snow Festival are handled by Elder Huang, and we are all very relieved. You are a treasure of the Holy Religion, and there is nothing more important than your body at this moment. "There are many things that the Snow Festival needs to worry about personally, but Ding Yi still came to the ancestral house of the Zhao family first.

Ding Yi stretched out his hand to probe Zhao Lanxiu's body with his true qi, but was stopped by Zhao Lanxiu, "The chief priest, you know your own affairs, you should go to see the snow god in a few days, and you will be very happy when you think about it, and you can serve the snow god for a long time in the future." ”

"I tell him to wake me up as long as you come." Zhao Lanxiu continued, "Please also ask the elders to go out first, I have a few words I want to say to the high priest alone, Jie'er, you also go out, Elder Huang stays." ”

Everyone didn't dare to disobey Zhao Lanxiu's words, and exited the bedroom, and Zhao Chengjie closed the door.

No one dared to eavesdrop on the conversation between Zhao Lanxiu and Ding Yi at this time, everyone present was a master of the Mind Realm, and it was difficult for the true qi fluctuations not to be discovered.

Elder Cao and Elder Zhong glanced at each other, although the two sides did not deal with each other, but Zhao Lanxiu could let Huang Yi stay, and it was inevitable that there was some intention to cultivate Huang Yi.

Huang Yi is a well-known good man in the church, but he is not afraid.

Elder Cao and Elder Zhong made eye contact, and they both felt that they understood each other's meanings and thoughts, so they stayed with several elders of the same faction, and He Weifeng naturally stood with Bai Shen.

The distinction is clear.

"There are a few things I still have to discuss with the archbishop, I don't have much time, I'll give my opinion first, if the archpriest doesn't agree, I'll talk about it later. The first thing is who is in charge of the whip of the snow god, which can be whipped to kill the elders. According to my observations, I don't feel at ease with the people who handed over the Snow God Whip to Elder Cao or Elder Zhong. As for Elder He and Elder Bai, these two people are of the same mind as the sect leader, and if they are handed over to them, they will not play a role in restraining the high priest, and the rules set by the ancestors are what we use to observe, and the high priest thinks that what I said is correct. ”

"What Elder Zhao said is very true, Elder He and Elder Bai have always been very supportive of me, if the Snow God Whip is handed over to the two of them, the other elders must have great opinions."

"It's good that the High Priest knows. There are rules for the inheritance of the high priest, and there are rules for the inheritance of the Snow God Whip, and it just so happens that all the elders are here, and later I want to announce that the Snow God Whip will be passed on to Elder Huang, Elder Huang is gentle, observant of etiquette and festivals, and never be with them, the Snow God Whip is in the hands of Elder Huang, so I dare to die with confidence. ”

"The inheritance of the Snow God Whip was originally chosen by the person in charge, and Elder Zhao was willing to tell me this, which is a great trust, naturally according to what Elder Zhao said."

"I haven't figured out how to deal with the second thing, but since someone took advantage of me in Xixue City and secretly sent it to me, I have to think about it carefully." Zhao Lanxiu took out a few thick leather rolls from under the pillow and handed them to Ding Yi, "If the record on this is true, the high priest still needs to deal with it with thunder, and you must not be soft-hearted." ”

Ding Yi just unfolded one of the volumes, took a cursory look at it, and was shocked.

"When I got these things, I vomited several mouthfuls of blood." Zhao Lanxiu looked at Ding Yi, "This matter should not be slow, and I hope that the chief priest will think twice." ”

"The main priest, the third thing is also related to these things, the Great Snow Mountain has always guarded the land given by the Snow God, but this thousands of miles of snow fields can't grow food, and there are fewer people in the Snow Mountains who freeze to death and starve to death every year? If the matter in the scroll is confirmed, those few people are mortal crimes, and the high-level of the sect will change blood, and then the high priest can promote the people he trusts, and then the upper and lower levels will only obey the orders of the sect master, which coincides with the troubled times, and there is no way out for guarding the big snow mountain, and the high priest should think more about taking the people of the snow mountain to fight out, and spread the glory of the snow god all over the continent. ”

"Millions of apologists are my good sons in the snowy mountains, so that the family can be fed and not afraid of bloodshed! I also hope that the high priest will think twice. ”

Zhao Lanxiu was a little out of breath and coughed into a snow shrimp, and Huang Yi hurriedly helped Zhao Lanxiu to calm down.

"The last two things that Elder Zhao said, let me secretly check them before making plans, since Ding Yi is sitting in the position of the chief priest, he naturally can't bear the suffering of the people of Snow Mountain. To be honest with you, I also have some evidence, but the time is not yet ripe at this time, I am afraid that it will hurt the foundation of the Holy Sect, internal and external troubles, and the Holy Sect will not be able to withstand the toss at all. ”

"It's still the same sentence, it should be fast rather than slow, those leather scrolls are written, but those people are going to the position of the high priest, and when they gain power, when the time comes, they will justifiably betray the interests of the Holy Sect, and let the Snow Mountain Erlang die in vain. The main priest is better to start first, Lianhe disturbs Chongqing, Lianfeng resists smelting, Guangtun grain, and trains troops diligently, and I have to fight for it in the big snow mountain in this world. ”

"After the Snow Festival, when I go back to the mountain to plan carefully, I try to think of a way to get the best of both worlds." Ding Yi actually didn't have much idea about sending troops to fight for the world, Daxueshan has its own survival circle, outsiders can't get in, for the benefit of a few people, let the people of Xueshan die on the battlefield innocently, Ding Yi can't bear it.

Zhao Lanxiu saw Ding Yi hesitating, and snorted coldly in her heart, thinking that she would let you live a few more days, and when Ding Yi finished stabbing Cao and Zhong, it was time to pick the fruit by herself.

"High priest, let them in, my spirit is getting worse and worse." Zhao Lanxiu coughed a few more times.

Ding Yi glanced at Huang Yi, and Huang Yi went to open the door and let the elders in.