"For example, if four people vote, two people are in favor and two are against, who is it better to listen to?" Xiang Ling looked at the people present and tried his best to explain.

"I see." Ye Lanfeng let out a long breath, "Don't worry, girl, even if the number of people is equal, I have my own countermeasures." ”

"Countermeasure -----" Xiang Ling saw that he had explained in vain for a long time, it turned out that people had already thought of this, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

"Okay, without further ado, now, let's start voting. However, before the vote, I still have to say ugly things first. Ye Lanfeng interrupted Xiang Ling in time, and his eyes refocused on everyone in the audience. If the voting results show that there are many people who support the execution of Xingchen, I, as the peak master of Xuantian Peak, even if I am Xingchen's father, will definitely fulfill my promise and execute Xingchen on the spot, but if the voting results support Xingchen's innocence, then I naturally want to ask for an explanation for your actions of imprisoning Xingchen for no reason. ”

Voting soon began, and everyone exercised their right to vote, regardless of how many of them were reluctant or unwilling.

Many people frowned, but they voted quite decisively, and only one person hesitated to vote.

The young pavilion master of Dihuang Pavilion, the son of Qingfeng, Qingling.

Before Qing Ling voted, the voting results on the field were clear at a glance, and the ten pavilion masters of the imperial capital naturally voted in favor of executing Ye Xingchen, but at the same time, the four disciples of Xuantian Peak, Xiang Ling, Zhou Su, Du Kang and Ye Sheng, as well as Ye Xingchen, who voted for his innocence under Xiang Ling's knife-like gaze, had a total of nine votes.

In this way, Qingling's vote is very crucial.

If he votes for the execution of Night Star, then with a vote of 11 to 9, Night Star will definitely die, but if he votes for Night Star's innocence, then 10 to 10, it will be difficult to distinguish.

According to reason, Qing Ling should naturally vote for Ye Xingchen's innocence, because if he votes for the execution of Ye Xingchen, then there is no way to turn things around, but if he votes for Ye Xingchen to be not guilty, then there is still room for discussion in the matter.

It's just that everyone knows that no one can predict what the outcome will be once both sides of the vote are the same.

Especially the ten pavilion masters of the imperial capital, who saw with their own eyes that Ye Lanfeng went from the decisive killing at the beginning to say that he would execute his son, and then because of a girl's words it turned into a vote, and then to the intimidation before the vote, so uncertain Ye Lanfeng, no one can say whether he will simply use this as a reason to destroy all the people in the imperial capital once the vote is drawn.

Therefore, before Qingling's vote, several pavilion masters in the imperial capital opened their mouths one after another.

"Young Pavilion Master, you are the Pavilion Master of Dihuang Pavilion, and you are a person from our imperial capital, you must not drag down our imperial capital!"

"Young Pavilion Master, you are the son of the Green Pavilion Lord, so naturally you want to stand on your father's side."

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Qing Ling knew that the eyes of several people looking at him were all transmitting a signal to him, and the meaning of this signal was very clear to him.

Looking at the people around him, Qing Ling's gaze involuntarily deliberately avoided Xiang Ling, but fell on his father, Qing Feng.

Qingfeng knew that Qingling was asking for his own opinion, although when he was in the imperial capital, Qingling disobeyed his own will several times in front of everyone, but at this juncture, he at least thought of this father's face, and thought of finally asking for his own opinion, Qingfeng's face couldn't help but have a trace of kindness, but soon, the only trace of kindness immediately dispersed.

Because, everyone knows that with Qing Ling's personality and some of his previous behaviors when he was in the imperial capital, his voting intentions are obvious.

Qing Feng's face changed back and forth, Qing Ling naturally saw it in his eyes, so when he saw Qing Feng stop and then walk towards him, he was still a little nervous in his heart.

Everyone thought that Qingfeng walked towards Qingling to settle accounts with him, to reprimand this son who was always against his father, but the result seemed to be very unexpected.

Aomine stood firmly opposite Qingling, and a soft light resurfaced in his gaze. His hands lightly put on Qing Ling's shoulders, and then he said something that surprised everyone present.

"Child, it's all up to you."

Qing Feng said this, so that Qing Ling couldn't react for a while, his figure stagnated slightly, and his mind began to constantly calculate the meaning of his father's words, but when his eyes touched Qing Feng's face, which didn't look the slightest artificial, Qing Ling's original thought that his father was just talking the opposite disappeared in an instant.

Qing Feng knew what Qing Ling meant by being stunned, so he naturally doubted his purpose in saying this, but he was not angry.

"You voted for Ye Xingchen, and we just had a tie, or did we have a chance? But if you are on the same side as us, then you will lose these friends of yours. Your friends are also my friends, and besides, Ling'er, too. ”

Qingfeng's words were very tactful, and there was no disguise of that scheming villain on his face. But after all, they know each other very well, and everyone knows that the sentence "Your friend is my friend" that Qingfeng said is definitely not out of his heart, but the last sentence, "Ling'er, also included" indicates one of Qingfeng's true intentions.

He still wanted to pull Xiang Ling into his camp.

Qingfeng's meaning, Qingling already understood, although Qingfeng's words were mixed, but at least, he did not object to his vote, so Qingling stopped speaking, he just glanced at his father gratefully, and then voted for his vote with trembling hands.

"Alright, now, voting is over!" Qingling's vote had just been cast, and Ye Lanfeng opened his mouth as soon as possible.

In fact, there is no need to count the number of votes, what the number of votes is, when Qingling cast the last vote, everyone already understood.

10 against 10.

Neither side has the upper hand, and the key now is what Ye Lanfeng will do for the tie.

Everyone stood still at the moment, looking at Ye Lanfeng, waiting for his final decision.

Ye Lanfeng seemed to have expected the result of the votes, after Qingling finished voting, Ye Lanfeng looked unsurprised, his face was calm, except for the fluttering clothes on his body that stopped moving, Ye Lanfeng didn't even have a trace of change in his breathing.

Seeing everyone looking at him, the corners of Ye Lanfeng's mouth pulled into an imperceptible smile, and his gaze swept over everyone in the audience, starting with Zhou Su, then to Qingling, to Du Kang, and then to several pavilion masters, and finally fell on Qingfeng's face.

"I know that there must be a lot of questions in your hearts at this moment." Ye Lan Feng glanced at everyone and shifted his attention to Night Star.

Night Xingchen was still standing in the lotus, his expression was very indifferent, and he didn't seem to have any worries about what Ye Lanfeng was going to say next.

Ye Lanfeng retracted his gaze, moved his steps slightly, and walked to the center of the product technology platform. "Today, regarding the life and death of the stars, I have changed my mind several times, and finally even used the absurd practice of voting to decide the life and death of my son, I believe you all have doubts in your hearts. Because, before, the signal I gave you was that I was going to kill this son with my own hands, and the reason why several pavilion masters knew was because I believed that the fire in Yunyu Pavilion was caused by Xingchen, and I wanted to kill my relatives in righteousness, and the reason why Hall Master Zhou knew was that I didn't believe that Xingchen was my son, so I wanted to take his life. ”

When Ye Lanfeng said this, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had fallen into a kind of memory.

And his words, among the several pavilion masters, are one stone that stirs up a thousand waves.

Ye Lan Feng actually suspected that Ye Xingchen was not his son? Which one is this?

And Zhou Su, who knew the reason, was no less surprised than a few pavilion masters.

The story that Yesheng told them last night, although it was deeply touching, but after all, it was a family matter, and it was an ugly thing that was not organized by outsiders, Yesheng told them that it was because he wanted Xiang Ling to save Ye Xingchen, but now, what is the reason for Ye Lanfeng's self-exposure of family ugliness?

There was a whisper in his ears, Ye Lanfeng naturally knew that the people below were in a heated discussion at the moment, he raised his eyebrows, he didn't mind the doubts in his words at all, and turned to face everyone.

The originally static clothes suddenly turned again at this moment, and a golden light burst out from the back of Ye Lanfeng, and in the light, a bamboo flute with a whole body of turquoise flashed.

Everyone was puzzled, watching the bamboo flute tremble slightly behind Ye Lanfeng, and the sound of silk bamboo came from mid-air.

What's going on, what kind of madness is this guy Ye Lanfeng, when this situation may change rapidly, why did he suddenly play the flute! Xiang Ling watched the bamboo flute fluttering in mid-air, changing its position, and couldn't help muttering.

Like Xiang Ling, everyone didn't understand the meaning of Ye Lanfeng's move, but soon, an exclamation suddenly came from the audience.

"Everyone, get out of the way, the bamboo flute is poisonous!"

Everyone was looking up at Ye Lanfeng, and no one saw who said this, but everyone recognized the voice, that person was the pavilion master of Dihuang Pavilion, Qingfeng.

Qingfeng is one of the best masters in the Aris Imperial Capital, and he said that this bamboo flute is strange, and naturally it must be right, so everyone did not think about it, and they all carried their vitality and scattered in all directions.

The bamboo flute floating in the air, after Qingfeng's words, suddenly jumped up several zhang high, and then heard a sharp whistle, the bamboo flute quickly disintegrated in mid-air, and the sound of the green flute turned into pieces of bamboo leaves, and rushed towards everyone with the momentum of the goddess scattering flowers.

As the saying goes, the first strike is snatching, the bamboo leaves are fast, and although several people in the audience retreated in time, they have already been hit.