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Jiang Ying made a look, and the little carp on the side understood, and got up to send the dancing girl away.

The moment the palace music came to an abrupt end, the guests in the Nine Palaces immediately felt a stagnant atmosphere. People sat upright one after another, and the expressions on their faces gradually became solemn.

The patriarchs of the sect began to make remarks on the matter of the sect master, no matter how much they were talkative and arguing, it was nothing more than a dispute over the choice of the two sect masters.

Mu Lingyu had been staring at Su Ji for half an hour, seeing that he had drunk enough wine, eaten enough, picked his teeth, and finished burping, before he slowly raised the wine lord and said loudly:

"The witty words of the seniors made the younger brother Daigo empowered, and he couldn't help but have a whimsical idea, and he dared to propose to use the situation of the two of them to decide the candidate for the sect leader, I don't know what you think?"

When the words landed, the eyes in Mo Shu's mask suddenly lit up, and his eyebrows were happy, while Jiang Ying's face sank. The face, which was originally bloodless, became even whiter after listening to Su Ji's speech, and then fell into a short period of contemplation.

Mu Lingyu was sitting on the seat only two steps away from him, staring at his back, faintly feeling that the time was about to be ripe. However, Su Ji did not fall for a long time, which made her feel very strange......

Su Ji stared at Jiang Ying, whose face was like a blank piece of paper, and the bronze lord in his hand hesitated. In fact, he was just talking about the matter, and he didn't deliberately target anyone, but this proposal seemed to mean something to the man in front of him who seemed to be terminally ill......

Just when Su Ji was wondering, Huang Mei sneered, and said in his ear:

"The pavilion master doesn't know that Jiang Ying is congenitally suffering from a stubborn disease, and every time on the day of Chongyang, most of the Xuanqing Qi dissipates, and he can't cultivate the advanced method. In the past, when he was in charge of the sect, he asked Mo Zhangjiao to help him try to hide the matter in order to let his subordinates look forward. But now that Shen is not here, the two are-for-tat, and the Mo Palm Sect has always wanted to find an opportunity to expose him, and he never wanted to be preempted by the Pavilion Master's proposal just now, and he was in the hands of the Mo Palm Sect. ”

Su Ji suddenly realized, no wonder Jiang Ying would be as haggard as he was about to die, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to rely on Xuanqing Qi to cultivate like himself. He asked Huang Mei Daoren:

"Is there a cure for his stubborn disease?"

Huangmei Daoren thought for a while and said: "There is only one witch doctor surnamed Mu who can cure this stubborn disease in the world, but the Mu family was wiped out by the enemy many years ago, so Jiang Ying's illness is afraid that it will never be cured again." ”

After that, Huangmei Daoren's expression closed his eyes slightly with relief, as if he was asleep, as if he was indifferent to what happened later, which made people unpredictable.

Although Su Ji didn't know where he knew about these gossip, he had already guessed that the witch doctor surnamed Mu in his mouth was clearly Mu Lingyu's father, Mu He. If this is the case, then the truth of the Mu family's tragedy may not be as Mu Lingyu imagined.

Although Jiang Ying regards Dog Rong as an enemy, it is too far-fetched to say that he is planning to kill a witch doctor who is Dog Rong. What's more, Mu He is the only one in the world who can cure Jiang Ying's stubborn disease, and Jiang Ying has no reason to put him to death before he recovers.

It can be inferred from this that the real culprit of the Mu family's destruction must be someone else.

Mu Lingyu pressed the hilt of his sword with his hand, and watched Su Ji put the wine lord back on the table, and anxious anger suddenly surged in his heart. A trace of doubt in her anger made her dare not make a rash move.

At this time, Moshu had risen from his seat, held up the wine lord, and said in a loud voice:

"The Lord of the Spiral Spirit Pavilion proposes to turn the zero into a whole, and turn the dispute between the two families into a dispute between the two. The old man thinks it's very good, but I don't know what the rank thinks?"

"If you want to learn, our eldest son has never been afraid of anyone!"

It was the old cicada with a human face and a cat body who spoke, and she landed lightly on the wine table, licking the cat's paws eagerly as she spoke.

As soon as the words fell, Yiqu, who closed his eyes slightly and never said a word, suddenly opened his eyes and said in an impassioned tone:

"If you fight again, it's nonsense!

The two high priests expressed their opinions with such a strong attitude, and it was the first time that the elders on Jiang Ying's side saw it, and they couldn't help but ignite their fighting spirit one by one, and their expressions were very similar to those who came.

"Sir, don't you want to do it with me today?"

As he spoke, Jiang Ying coughed violently. This haggard behavior was not only not a sickness or weakness, but a manifestation of hidden strength.

However, even through a mask, Mo Shu could see through the essence of his lustful inwardness, and raised his glass and said:

The old man suggested that the duel should be set on the eighth day of the next month, and the location should be set in the ancestral court of the sect, the top of Penglai, and outside the Biyou Palace. If there is no objection to being listed as a patriarch, please drink this cup with my father!"

With that, Mursh drank it all. didn't wait for Su Ji to see how he drank through the mask, but saw that the wine lord was empty in the blink of an eye.

Moshu held up the Sky Lord to show everyone, and his eyes scanned the entire palace. On the left, Li Rumei, Su Ji, Huangmei Daoren, and other eleven elders led by him poured wine one after another and drank it all.

However, the ten elders on the right, led by Jiang Ying, Yiqu, and others, did not move at all.

The old cicada scratched the wine lord anxiously with its paws, making a rustling sound, and Yiqu had already clenched the wine glass with his big hand, and his round eyes were fixed on Jiang Ying;

As long as Jiang Ying remained silent, no one on the left dared to drink. Even this was pointless, for thirteen of the twenty-five senators had already expressed their approval of Su Ji's proposal.

Although it is only one person, although it cannot directly decide the candidate for the sect leader, it can play a decisive role in this resolution, becoming the most critical step in the whole game of chess and winning an opportunity.

Mo Shu's gaze did not leave Jiang Ying at all, just waiting for his final reaction.

Chongjiunomiya was surprisingly quiet, as if even the air had frozen.

"Whoosh!"

A white light rushed into the palace gate, falling like a meteor and landing on Moshu's table.

The white light was a silver fox. The light between the fluffs was extremely faint, and mottled blood stains could be faintly visible, and it was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

When people saw the silver fox that appeared, they looked at each other with different expressions, and everyone's eyes looked at Mo Shu, who was listening to the silver fox.

Su Ji knew that this silver fox was the fox Jiu who was injured by the fox in the begonia forest, and sure enough, it was not dead. Although he couldn't see the expression behind the bronze mask, he could see that he was trying to restrain the consternation in his heart, and his shoulders were twitching.

Huangmei Daoist listened to the whispers in the banquet, opened one eye and looked at Mo Shu, his mouth was close to Su Ji, and whispered: "Looking at the appearance of the sect, isn't there something big happening to the Xuanhu Sect?"

Su Ji watched as Mo Shu listened to the silver fox's weak muttering, and the two eyes exposed on the mask kept turning. That wandering gaze fell on Su Ji from time to time, making him feel uneasy.

Although he didn't know what the silver fox said to Moshu, he could guess eight or nine. What can make Mo Shu so panicked now is that the only thing that can be done is the destruction of the Pure World Blue Lotus.

After a long silence, Mo Shu tried to suppress his emotions, slowly raised his head, and said in a loud voice:

"Since more than half of the patriarchs have agreed to the proposal of the Lord of the Spiral Spirit Pavilion, the matter of the exchange has been finalized. Forgive the old man for having something to do temporarily, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, so I will leave first. ”

With that, Mo Shu got up and left the table, and was just about to step out of the threshold with his front feet when he heard a gloomy voice from behind him:

"Sir, stay!"