Jiang Ling thinks that she still has an ambition in her heart, that is, to marry a beautiful and gentle wife in the future, be harmonious with her, raise her eyebrows, and have another child, whether male or female, and never abandon her until she grows old.

He emboldened himself in his heart, and said in his heart that he was also a rich second generation in his previous life, what scene had he not seen?

Isn't it just a succession ceremony? What's there to be afraid of...... Ji Ting was not very interested in these lively places, not to mention that he still had something to do, so he naturally stayed in Guanghua Palace.

Today's Yaohua Palace is very lively, and monks can be seen walking through the corridors, ponds, and flowers everywhere.

And more, they all gathered in the temple of Yaohua Palace to hold a grand ceremony early, waiting for the start of the succession ceremony.

Jiang Ling stared at thousands of pairs of eyes step by step like walking on the red carpet, slowly walked to the front of the high platform, turned to face everyone, and wrote down all the sect families who came today one by one.

Rong He is the second-generation disciple of Yaohua Palace and the second palace master, and her life card should be put down under the ancestors.

Rong He is the second-generation disciple of Yaohua Palace and the second palace master, and her life card should be put down under the ancestors.

Directly opposite Jiang Ling was a human-tall water mirror, and he squinted his eyes to look inside. The moon-white dress on his body was too long, and the skirt dragged all the way to the ground, stacked on top of each other, looking very solemn.

There seems to be a light flowing on it, and the light gold thread outlines a flowery brocade on the neckline, cuffs, and the entire lower skirt - this is the symbol of the Yaohua Palace, the peony.

At this point, Jiang Ling has just finished handling her own family affairs. There are still more than a dozen sects waiting for him.

Jiang Ling was irrepressibly sour...... Finally, the disciple solemnly placed the silver solemn crown on Jiang Ling's head, and he suddenly felt as if he had a one-ton iron ...... on his head

"......" silently asked the other party to do the final finishing for himself, and Jiang Ling asked after a while: "Are those crowns in the past heavy?" Jiang Ling bowed again.

When the disciples standing on both sides of the temple saw that Jiang Ling had arrived, they solemnly pushed open the thick door that was almost breaking through the sky with their companions.

Hehe, he's not a monk. Besides, you have betrayed your teacher and are no longer a monk. Six Pure Roots or something...... Is it really possible?

Jiang Ling saw that he really didn't toss himself anymore, so he also found a place in the hall to sit down and start cultivating.

Then he heard Ji Ting's mocking voice: "What? What do you think of me if you were really told by that little girl? I advise you to dispel this idea! "He should now be cultivating intensively, refining the demonic cultivation exercises that he took away at the Bodhi Temple before.

Then he heard Ji Ting's mocking voice: "What? What do you think of me if you were really told by that little girl? I advise you to dispel this idea! He gave himself courage in his heart, and said in his heart that he was a rich second generation in his previous life, what scene had he never seen?

Isn't it just a succession ceremony? What's there to be afraid of...... Jiang Ling looked at Ji Ting for a while, and then heard a disciple come over: "Senior sister, you are finally out of the customs!" Three days later, there will be a succession ceremony, please prepare as soon as possible! "Also as a first-class sect, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was not invited.

The special costumes for this ceremony, no matter where they are, are the most gorgeous and solemn. Especially in this cultivation realm, the materials used to make clothes are not ordinary needlework and cloth, and the finished products are like living creatures, full of spirituality.

Finally, the disciple solemnly placed the silver solemn crown on Jiang Ling's head, and he suddenly felt as if he had a one-ton iron ...... on his head When Jiang Ling saw the scene in the hall clearly, he suddenly stumbled and almost didn't stabilize.

However, he reacted very quickly, smiling and lightly revealing the discordant scene. He hurriedly calmed down secretly, secretly looked at the few people in front of him, and saw that no one noticed his embarrassment, so he was relieved.

Silently asking the other party to do the final finishing for herself, Jiang Ling asked after a while: "Are those crowns from the past heavy?" Jiang Ling stared at thousands of pairs of eyes step by step like walking on the red carpet, slowly walked to the front of the high platform, turned to face everyone, and wrote down all the sect families who came today one by one.

"......" Jiang Ling returned to the other party, and then walked to the table, poured himself a glass of spirit wine, carefully considered it, and glanced in the direction of Ji Ting by the way.

“……”23.225.191.152,23.225.191.152; 0; pc; 5; The fall of the former palace master of Yaohua Palace, which had just been reported the day before yesterday, did not make these people feel anything wrong.

Jiang Ling saw that he really didn't toss himself anymore, so he also found a place in the hall to sit down and start cultivating.