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A huge dark purple long table with four sticks on it.

There are four big characters written on the stick.

Around the long table, sixteen people were seated.

The first old man was white-haired, and he was actually the only surviving ancestor of the Cold Snow Sect who rarely survived, and the martial arts master cultivated.

After that, the head of the Cold Snow Sect, all the elders, and the Dharma protector......

Each person holds a bamboo stick in their hand.

"Everyone, take a stand!" Ren Jingpeng's gaze swept over everyone present, and finally looked at the ancestor.

"Say it first. The old man closed his eyes, but seemed to know that Ren Jingpeng was looking at him.

"I think... Take it!" Ren Jingpeng said respectfully, "After all, this is what the ancestor meant!"

"No!" exclaimed one of the elders, "'Go' is where he belongs!

"Marry! let him marry that girl, and it will be as if nothing happened!"

"Let him go, spare him his life!"

“......”

Opinions have never been unified, and there are endless quarrels.

Shen Qiansan leaned on the pillar, like carrying a dragon and a phoenix, half-squinting, his mind was full of 'why', but he didn't have the heart to think about it at all, he just wanted to bask in the sun, feel the warm spring breeze, smell the fragrance of the earth's spring return, and feel the joy of new life.

What the people in the room were discussing, he didn't know, he wanted to escape, but when he saw a few big men standing like King Kong not far away, he was afraid in his heart.

"Enough!" A loud shout came from the house, and the dust on the eaves of the shaking roof was flying, and a piece of tile fell, smashing and smashing beside Shen Qiansan, shattering and splashing.

Shen Qiansan jumped up in fright, trembling, panicking for his unknown future.

Ren Jingpeng and the others shut up one after another and looked at the ancestor.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze swept over the four sticks on the table.

"Expel, expel the sect, and preserve the position of the sect master?"

"Take, listen to the will of the ancestor and make him the sect master?"

"Marry, let him marry that girl, and act as if nothing happened?"

"Go, go, die, kill him?"

The old man's cold gaze swept over a lottery holder, and he sneered and said, and finally, his gaze slowly retracted, and he said lightly: "Vote!"

No one dared to move, because no one knew what the ancestor was thinking.

"Cast!" the old man shouted, and a cold air spread from his hands pressed on the table, and in the blink of an eye, the entire table top was covered with a thick layer of frost.

"Cast!" Ren Jingpeng gritted his teeth, flicked his fingers, and the bamboo stick in his hand flew out and landed steadily in a stick holder-'take'.

"Dangdangdang...", bamboo sticks flew out and fell into one after another.

When all the sixteen bamboo sticks were cast, everyone looked at the ancestor.

"Finished casting?" the old man sneered, slapped the table with his right hand, and the first sign holder with the word "drive" flew up, and two bamboo sticks flew out, and they were inserted on the table.

Then there is the 'take' word bamboo tube, a bamboo stick.

The word 'marry', three bamboo sticks.

The word 'go', a whole ten!

"Two, one, three, ten, it seems that everyone has agreed to kill him?" the old man smiled, but there was no emotion.

He looked at the ten bamboo sticks, and after a long time, he suddenly sighed: "My Cold Snow Sect has been inherited for two hundred years, and now, I have actually raised a group of white-eyed wolves!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present changed slightly.

"The last order of the old ancestor, all the disciples of my Cold Snow Sect who can enter Xingtai without eating or drinking for a month and not die, can inherit his mantle and serve him as the sect master. In just over a hundred years, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I think if the old man was dead, I'm afraid you would have dug up the mantle of the ancestors a long time ago, right?"

Although he was sighing, the cold air between his words was overwhelming, and everyone's expressions changed in shock, and they all stood up and knelt on the ground.

"What am I doing on my knees?" the old man sneered, suddenly stood up, looked out the window, and sighed: "Cold Snow Sect, it's over!"

After speaking, he jumped up, broke out of the window directly, and with a long whistle, he went far away, as if he had left the Cold Snow Sect.

Everyone's faces changed.

"Ancestor... Leaving the sect?"

"Sect Master, Ancestor is... A little deep!" An elder's eyes lit up.

"That's right, isn't the departure of the Ancestor just a chance to give us a chance to take out the mantle of the Ancestor Inheritance? He actually didn't want Shen Qiansan to get the Ancestral Inheritance, but it was inconvenient for him to speak. ”

"It must be so, the ancestor just said 'The Cold Snow Sect is finished', it must be saying... If this young man is really made the sect master, it means that my Cold Snow Sect is really finished!"

"Sect Master, since the voting has ended, let's follow the opinion of the majority!"

"That's right, kill him and take out the ancestral inheritance!"

"Alas..."Several people who did not approve of killing Shen Qiansan sighed in their hearts.

Ren Jingpeng suddenly slapped the table: "Enough!"

His eyes swept over everyone present, and he said in a deep voice: "None of us can rest assured that the sect will be handed over to a young man who is ignorant of the world, but after all, this is the last life of the old ancestor... That's it, for the sake of the sect, we can take him as the sect master, but it's just a false name, he has no right to ask about the major affairs of the sect, as for the mantle of the old ancestor, it will also be handed over to him, worthy of the old ancestor under the nine springs!"

"But in case the mantle of inheritance..."

"I agree with the sect master, we have done everything according to the will of the ancestor, but after that, we still have the final say on what to do!"

Ren Jingpeng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Let Shen Qiansan come in!"

Shen Qiansan had already basked in the sun and appreciated enough of the outside world, he was observing the terrain, judging the situation and preparing to escape.

But before he could come up with a perfect course of action, he was ushered into the lobby.

After Ren Jingpeng explained, Shen Qiansan finally understood.

The ancestor of the Cold Snow Sect had a will before he died, and if anyone who could spend a month in the Xingtai Snow Valley without eating or drinking, he must be appointed as the sect master and at the same time obtain the mantle of the old ancestor.

He finally understood why there were two month-long 'trainings' every year, and it turned out to be for this.

For more than a hundred years, no one in the Cold Snow Sect had ever been able to stay in the Snow Valley for a month without eating or drinking, but Shen Qiansan 'did it'.

"Given that you are still young, although you are the sect master, you can't handle the major affairs in the sect, when you grow up in the future, I will hand over the position of sect master to you, how about it?" Ren Jingpeng said righteously.

Shen Qiansan was overjoyed, it would be good to be alive, what sect master is not sect master, he didn't think about it at all.

"Yes, yes, but according to the sect master's orders!" Shen Qiansan was a little cowardly, he himself was like this, and so was his predecessor.

"In that case, this afternoon, the ceremony will be held!"

Ren Jingpeng has always been resolute in handling things, and in one day, Shen Qiansan has changed from a prisoner who must die to a sect master!

It's just a nominal one, though.

The dramatic scene made thousands of disciples of the Cold Snow Sect stunned, what are they doing?

The next day, go to the back mountain where the contemporary ancestors live, and dig up the mantle of the ancestors.

No one knew what the inheritance mantle was, and the high-level leaders of the Cold Snow Sect in the past dynasties didn't know why the old ancestor would leave such a legacy before he died.

The current ancestor never appeared, and Ren Jingpeng led all the high-level leaders to open the tunnel to the underground.

The scene was not solemn, and even had a hint of impatience.

Even when I saw the lonely coffin at the end of the tunnel, I didn't see everyone showing admiration or respect.

"Bye!" Ren Jingpeng was expressionless, completely walking the ritual.

Everyone knelt down, knelt three times and bowed nine times, and almost everyone rushed over, lifting the lid of the coffin, revealing a corpse that had already turned into a skeleton.

On the chest of the bones, there is a small cloth bag, this cloth bag is very special, for more than a hundred years, it has not rotted, and it is still brightly colored.

"Sect Master Shen Qiansan, please take the mantle of the ancestors and inherit it. Ren Jingpeng stared at the cloth bag and ordered God to have three thousand.

Shen Qiansan shrank behind him and said in a low voice: "Sect Master, I... I don't want any inheritance, you... Take it. ”

"Presumptuous!" exclaimed an elder who looked like a teacher.

Shen Qiansan knew him, he was the second elder, named Yan Tai, and he was the most serious on weekdays.

Shen Qiansan looked at his fierce eyes, felt that his legs and stomach were trembling, and barely mustered up the courage to come to the edge of the coffin, peeked inside, and muttered 'seniors forgive sins, seniors forgive sins', and at the same time tremblingly put his hand in, grabbed the cloth bag, and then quickly retreated.

"Click..."The cloth bag was removed, and the skeleton fell apart instantly.

Everyone was surprised, bowed to the coffin, and then closed the lid of the coffin haphazardly, and a group of people hurried out of the tunnel.

"This sect is really finished!" Although Shen Qiansan himself was timid and afraid of death, seeing the attitude of this group of people towards the relics of the ancestors of the Kai Sect, he knew that it was difficult for these people to become successful.

"Let's see what it is. As soon as he walked out of the tunnel, the third elder Xu Yishan snatched the cloth bag in Shen Qiansan's hand, spread it on the table, and quickly opened it.

Everyone immediately gathered around, and Shen Qiansan didn't know who he was left behind, so he could only watch secretly in the cracks of people.

A piece of clothing, well-preserved, very ordinary, moon-white gown, covered with a layer of black gauze on the outside, and a small purple furnace embroidered on the cuffs, I can't see anything abnormal.

Xu Yishan casually threw it aside.

A bowl looks like a bowl for eating, and maybe it's really the bowl that the ancestors used to eat.

A token, buried for countless years, not only did it not decay, but it also exuded a faint pine fragrance.

The token is square, with the word 'Ling' engraved on the front, four small characters "Danxiang Academy" underneath, and a person's name written on the back: Qiu Donglai.

"It's... The name of the ancestors. Ren Jingpeng recognized it.

Xu Yishan threw it aside and grabbed a short sword.

It was not half a foot, not even a dagger, it was already rusty, and the blade of the sword had been corroded into several gaps.

In addition to these four, there are still two envelopes left, and the material of the envelopes seems to be very unusual, not destroyed, and even the vermilion lacquer remains bright red, with no signs of being torn.

One book: The new sect master of the Cold Snow Sect is personally revealed!

The other envelope was not written at all.

Xu Yishan picked up the envelope with the handwriting on it, glanced at Ren Jingpeng, Ren Jingpeng looked around, and found Shen Qiansan from behind everyone's buttocks for a long time.

"Zong... Sect Master, look!" Shen Qiansan smiled.

Ren Jingpeng didn't say anything, held the envelope in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and then slowly tore open the vermilion lacquer and pulled out a piece of it... Gold leaf.