The reason why it was delayed by two days compared to usual is that Gu Xianzi from the Chuangong Academy and Feng Zhenren from the Enforcement Academy were practicing a certain technique, while the other had recently gained insights and went into retreat.
However, this method, under the strict orders of the sect, only lasted two days before having to leave.
That's right, this time at the Elders' Meeting, except for Master Kuang of the Demon Control Hall who needed to defend against the demons and was not allowed to leave, the guests from other halls were Jin Dan himself, not the true disciples.
This is the genuine article, the real sect elders’ church!
Because, in today’s meeting, the Supreme Patriarch of Yunxiao Sect and True Lord Xiling will also appear!
No one dares to underestimate the importance of meetings.
The location was also changed to Yunxiao Peak, in the Jiuxiao Palace that is always empty.
In a quaint and old hall, more than a dozen people were sitting on their seats, some drinking spiritual tea, some closing their eyes to meditate, and all of them looked very worried.
Kuang Husheng, who has always been out-tempered, was sitting upright among all the golden elixir masters, not daring to breathe.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of slightly hasty footsteps came, and Wei Biao appeared at the door of the hall, taking three steps and two steps at a time.
"The ancestor has arrived -" he sang in a low voice, then bowed slightly and stood at the door.
Everyone stood tall and looked respectful.
A round-faced fat man with a rosy complexion and slightly older appearance walked in with a smile.
Judging from the way he walks and the expression on his face, it seems that he is not the Nascent Soul Lord who holds the highest power of the Yunxiao Sect and is in charge of 700 million people and hundreds of thousands of monks in Kyushu!
Just an old farmer who just came back from the fields.
However, in front of the old farmer, the eleven normally aloof Jindan Masters lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows, clasped their fists in their hands, and sang: "Welcome to you, ancestor!"
Yan Xiling smiled brightly and nodded slightly. In everyone's eyes, this nod was only directed at him, and the ancestor seemed to value him particularly.
The ancestor of Xiling sat down at the top and said nothing. He closed his eyes and made a slight sound, as if he was asleep.
Wei Biao stood under him, cleared his throat, and said loudly:
"Elders, since we discussed the matter of reinforcements three years ago, the leader has had no results so far. The ancestor said that he has been busy practicing in recent years and has become somewhat alienated from you. I don't know what concerns you have." p>
"So today, in front of our ancestors, everyone will tell us one by one, what important things are there, and why can't we go to Hanzhou!"
He was obviously relaying the ancestor's meaning word for word. Although his tone was gentle, every real person felt a chill in his heart when he heard it.
After delaying until now, the ancestor finally got angry.
It seems that this candidate will definitely be selected today. But, who will be the unlucky guy?
There was silence in the main hall. Some looked at others, some turned into stone statues, and some bowed their heads in meditation, but no one dared to stand up and be the leader.
The buzzing sound paused slightly, and the ancestor of Xiling opened his eyes and slowly scanned the whole place. The sudden fierce momentum made everyone feel suffocated in their chests.
His eyes finally fell on the leader:
"Zhengli, you should be the first to speak. No more than a quarter of an hour for each person."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Hong Zhengli's reply, he tilted his head and seemed to have fallen asleep again.
Headmaster Hong responded, took a deep breath, and returned to his calm state of mind, calm and unfazed.
He then talked eloquently, from the current situation of the sect, to the various challenges it faced, to his superior handling, for a quarter of an hour, and the time was exactly the same.
After he finished speaking, everyone looked up, but they could only hear a loud roar, and they didn't know if the ancestor heard it.
Headmaster Hong was a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and pointed at the person he had beheaded, asking him to continue.
The second person was Yin Luxiang. He had obviously prepared a draft during this time and made a generous speech. The main idea was that the Zhenguo Palace managed a very wide territory, and the situation in various places was complicated, and there were even secret troubles caused by the Qin State.
. He works hard every day and does not dare to slack off. Under his management, Xu Guo's government has been harmonious and the weather has been smooth in recent years.
The same time is stuck for a quarter of an hour.
The roar from the main seat remains the same.
After him, Feng Ao, the director of the Law Enforcement Academy, Gu Yanxi, the director of the Chuan Gong Academy, Shuihong Zhenren of the Baoyuan Palace, Dai Chenghong of the Alchemy Academy, Mu Risheng of the Talisman Academy, Lan Yuanzhen of the Hundred Beasts Palace, and Demon Suppression Academy.
Tan Xianzi from Dian Tan, Yan Chengye from Yangwei Dian and Fan Hong from Sutra Collection Hall spoke in turn.
The contents are similar, and they all explain the importance of oneself. If he leaves, the things he manages will inevitably go wrong. Wouldn't that cause trouble to the sect?
As for the speaking time, except for Fan Hong, everyone was no more than a quarter of an hour. It is obvious that these real people control time very accurately.
As for Fan Hong, he is already a thousand years old and very old. Even if he goes to Hanzhou, he will not be able to play a big role. If he falls accidentally, it will cause great damage to the sect's reputation. So almost no one thinks of him.
Of course, he doesn’t care.
He only spent a few breaths of time.
After more than an hour of arguing, everyone looked at the ancestor's position again. This time, the roar finally stopped.
The ancestor of Xiling opened his sleepy eyes and asked Wei Biao beside him:
"What time is it?"
Wei Biao respectfully replied: "It's time to report back to our ancestors."
"Take a break for half an hour and discuss it later."
As soon as his eyes were closed, the sound was loud again.
Everyone immediately looked at each other, wondering which song the ancestor was singing.
Half an hour is not enough to do anything. With the cultivation of these people, it may take several days to meditate, so it is absolutely impossible to do it at this time.
They don't dare to walk around casually for fear of offending the person above. Of course it doesn't matter if it is normal, but at this time, who knows what the consequences will be!
So everyone sat down solemnly, and no one even spoke to their neighbors.
At this time, Wei Biao clapped his hands, and two female disciples in white walked in quietly and stood in front of him.
Each of them held a square plate in their hands, with a stack of jade slips neatly stacked inside.
"This is Hanzhou information compiled by Disciple Mingtang's newspaper department, including the changes and predictions of the Demon Cloud Crack, battle reports in recent years, the current staffing of the Demon Control Palace, etc. Please give your comments, elders."
After saying that, the two female disciples presented the jade slips one by one from the left and right sides.
Except for Zhenguodian Yinluxiang, other real people do not have the habit of reading Tongbao every day. If there is anything important, the people below will naturally report it to them when they see it. What do you usually spend your time on?
But at this time, it’s time to have nothing to do, and this is obviously the ancestor’s intention. Who dares to disobey?
So they all picked up the jade slips, put them on their foreheads, and read them carefully.
Although with their spiritual consciousness, they can still read even if they sit still, doesn't this seem solemn?
Looking, looking, someone said softly "Eh", with a strange smile on his face.