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Not one of them.

Once every ten years, it will never be advanced or pressed, if there is anything important in the sect and it is still close to the ceremony, then it needs to be held in the ceremony.

So this ceremony is far more complicated than the Chinese New Year - because you can see all kinds of common and uncommon things in it, such as marriage, childbirth, ascension, death, apprenticeship, cheating or coming out...

Of course, the sect canon is more of a succession of duties.

The older generation passes on the responsibilities to the next generation in the hope and feelings, and allows the successor to take over his position by passing on the torch and inheriting the instruments of the sect - generally speaking, this person is a personal disciple or a child, but in exceptional cases, it is also handed over to the elders of the sect or designated persons.

However, Leng Tianao is an exception among the exceptions.

He has nothing to do with the old head for eight lifetimes, and he is just an outer disciple in terms of master and apprentice, and the reason why he can inherit the position of head now is entirely because of a will that Mo Rong Liang does not know whether it is true or false, coupled with the full support of the old master's own children, as well as his own high cultivation, as well as the death and cripple of the brothers and elders who opposed him, so no one has competed with him until now.

However, today, Leng Tianao's succession to the position of head seems to have become an established fact.

――As long as there are no accidents.

"yes, as long as there are no accidents..."

Among the many disciples, Zhou You thought so.

Although it is only a low-level sect, and the place where it is commanded is only the land of a country, but because other sects are more mixed up on this planet, the opening ceremony held this time is relatively grand.

-- All the sects gathered, and all the immortals gathered.

The clouds that should have existed in the sky were dispelled by spells, the midday sun shone on the earth without concealment, the mist steamed under the feet, the fairy sounds were ethereal, and the song from nowhere floated around, passed through the ears, and finally sounded directly in the mind.

In the wide square, hundreds of disciples were arranged in an orderly manner, such as Zhou You, the outer disciples were all dressed in green clothes, standing in the back, while the inner disciples who were only a few dozen people were wearing a higher level of Xuan's clothes, with a Haoran scarf tied on their heads, standing at the front of the array, standing with their heads held high.

The guests of Yunlai are sitting around the square, and the newly molded high platform is equipped with a magic circle to reduce the heat and create wind, in the guest seats nearly ten zhang from the ground, all the people who come are arranged in order according to the strength of the sect, among them, sitting in the first place, and the most conspicuous is the old Taoist who holds a small fiery red tower in his arms, wears a big day robe, and has eyebrows up to several feet.

-- It was a staff member sent by the actual ruler of as many as three entire planets, including the Qinghe Star where the Cangyun Sect was located, and a behemoth named the Burning Sun Sect.

According to Zhou You's words, this is an old man who is full of fairy spirit from the inside out.

As for the leader of the entire Cangyun Sect, His Excellency Leng Tianao, who was now about to ascend to the position of sect master, stood at the front of all the disciples, on a platform decorated with beautiful jade pearls and gemstones, at this time he was wearing a robe that represented the head of the sect, and the scorching sun sprinkled on his body, reflecting that face full of pride and joy.

Behind him, he also saw a half-dead old man, a middle-aged woman with a face like frost, and a muscular man holding a wine gourd and constantly dreaming—those were the only three remaining elders in the entire sect.

But only Mo'er was missing.

――According to common sense, Zhao Qingyu, who she disguised, should have been seated a long time ago, as the only heir of the old master, she will hold a token, representing the etiquette of Chan, and hand over the entire sect to the hands of people with foreign surnames.

However, even though it was past noon and the ceremony was about to begin, she was still noon.

Even the confident Leng Tianao also showed a sense of anxiety, and as time went by, the meaning of impatience became more and more obvious.

It wasn't until the third messenger sent out returned in vain that Leng Tianao finally gritted his teeth, no longer caring about the absent girl, but directly raised his head and faced thousands of pairs of eyes staring at him - there was expectation, resentment, extreme, doubt, and drowsiness - there was no doubt that the last one belonged to Zhou You, and then opened his mouth with a serious face.

Under this kind of pressure, which can make ordinary people faint at any time, he just said slowly in an extremely stable tone without any trembling.

Although it was hundreds of meters away, the thunderous sound was still ringing around you.

"The time has come, and I have announced in the name of the head of the sect that the Cangyun Sect Sect Ceremony....start now!"

"The sect is eternal! / U, Ula!! “

In the midst of the cheers of hundreds of disciples, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.

"I'm Cao, my mouth is scooping!" Someone who almost fell asleep standing suddenly reacted, looked around left and right sneakily, and found that no one found him in the loud voice, so he secretly wiped a cold sweat.

And after that burst of chanting, nothing happened in the following process that startled anyone, like all standard meetings, after a speech with a strong hypnotic effect, the various sects watching the ceremony sent their gifts and congratulatory messages in turn-the representative of the Burning Sun Sect even gave a gorgeous crystal that was three or four meters high, and it was worth a lot of money just by looking at it from a distance, according to his words, this was a magic weapon made by their sect master himself, although the grade was not high, But the central meaning is not to compare it with money......

Regardless of how much boasting and untruthfulness there is for the time being, Leng Tianao still used a very surprised look to hand over the crystal, and then announced in public that he would include it in the important land of the sect, and he must protect it, care for it, collect it, etc.

- Except for the accident that must be heard, the rest of the nonsense is reduced to the most primitive gibberish the moment it enters someone's ear, and then disappears without a trace.

"So you still underestimate the ability of a former salesman." forcibly skipped a few meaningless plots, and someone also reviewed the Huangwen plot written last night, and finally in another cheer, the drama really arrived.

"Senior Sister Zhao Qingyu is slightly unwell and cannot attend, please forgive me....."

The young man who said this waved away the last person beside him, and saw him standing alone in the center of the wide round platform, as if for the last conviction, he looked back slightly around him, and then fixed his expression and said slowly.

"Ordered by the old master, the order of the audience elders, and entrusted by the audience senior brothers, I, Leng Tianao, have the courage to be the head of the Cangyun Sect today, do you have any different opinions?"

Leng Tianao was silent for a moment, and found that no one responded, so he continued to read as if it was a routine. "Then there is a ...... please"

"I have an objection!"

A shout rang out like a thunderbolt.