The Elders' Meeting is the highest-level decision-making meeting in Zongzhi Mountain. Generally speaking, direct disciples are only eligible to attend.

Unless the headmaster or elders ask you, you can't give in easily.

Xiao Ran could tell that Elder Discipline had no objection to him. The one he had an objection to was his master.

At this moment, he saw that his usually unruly Master, in order to protect himself, acted like a stupid girl who couldn't answer the questions in class, with her arms akimbo and face crossed, helpless and silent...

It was rare for Xiao Ran to see the lovely side of his master.

How can such a lovely master be worthy of his filial piety if he doesn't protect him well?

Thinking like this, even if everyone here is stronger, older, and nobler than him, even if he risks the disapproval of the world, even if he may be embarrassed and embarrassed by it, Xiao Ran will forcefully interrupt him——

"The matter in the Netherworld has nothing to do with Master, it's all about the disciples."

The spiritual patterns on the sword fence flickered on and off.

A light mist drifted in through the cracks in the fence.

The whole place was silent.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Everyone's attention slowly shifted from Ling Zhouyue to Xiao Ran.

Ling Zhouyue took a sip of wine and remained calm.

I thought to myself, why is this apprentice so smart? He is so honest!

Bo Yunzi, Master Yin Yue, Master Mo Xia, even Spring Frog Qiu Chan, Senior Master wearing an iron ring, Fatty Luo Sheng... all stared at Xiao Ran with different ideas.

No one said anything.

Only Huangfuqun didn't look at him and kept looking out the window.

After a long time, you quietly asked:

"what's your name?"

"Disciple Xiao Ran."

Xiao Ran stabilized his mind, remained calm and composed, and had a plan in mind.

Huangfu Qun turned his head and stared at him with a pair of deep old eyes:

"Didn't anyone tell you the rules here before the elders' meeting?"

Ling Zhouyue was unhappy and was about to get up, but saw that Xiao Ran was still in the ancient well. After thinking about it, he sat down again.

Sitting upright, it gives people the pressure to draw a sword and kill people at any time.

Huangfu Qun seemed to be talking about Xiao Ran, but in fact he was insinuating Ling Zhouyue.

Although he is no match for Ling Zhouyue, he is not afraid of her at all.

He had strong opinions on Lingzhou Yue Dao Alliance's genius origin and unruly style. He always felt that she led the family style too freely. This might not be a problem in peaceful times, but it is not a good thing in the age of the end of the law.

The benefits Ling Zhouyue brought to Zong Zhishan were far less than the damage she caused.

If he hadn't been able to defeat her, he would have driven her away from the clan long ago...

This is not a personal grudge.

It’s about how to deal with the ideological debate in the age of Dharma-ending.

Huangfu Qun is determined to obtain the position of acting head in three years, inherit the will of his master Qian Junzi, fully manage the affairs of the sect, and use strict and efficient sect style to cope with the increasingly severe era of the end of the law.

Inside the door, although Master Mo Xia has a high and powerful position, he concentrates on forging swords and has no intention of gaining power, so he is not a threat to him.

The only uncertain factor in his plan to govern the clan is Ling Zhouyue.

Now, using Xiao Ran, an obviously unqualified direct disciple, she could dampen her spirit.

Then he deliberately turned his head and looked away, and said in an extremely calm tone:

"You should go out first. I will inform you of the results after the meeting."

Huangfuqun, that old dog!

The corners of Ling Zhouyue's eyes twitched slightly, and when she was about to have an attack——

Suddenly I heard an old voice diagonally across from me saying:

"Junior Brother Huangfu, let him speak."

Just like striking iron, it hits the ground with a sound!

Huangfu Qun was stunned and turned his head away, unable to believe his ears.

"Brother Ink Box, you..."

Ink Box Master squinted his eyes slightly, his deep and dark eyes flashing with fire.

"I am very interested in what Junior Nephew Xiao said."

No explanation, no reason.

There is only the weight of the words themselves.

Huangfu Qun's forehead is full of black lines...

In recent decades, Master Mo Ji has never expressed his personal opinions in the elders’ meetings.

But everyone knows that his words are of great value.

If there is no leader, Zong Zhishan will be susceptible to the attention of outsiders, such as other Mahayana Taoist alliances.

But if there was no real Mojie, Zongzhishan would not have the sword-making industry that sells well in Zhenling Continent. The sect would lose its economic foundation and would collapse without the need for outsiders to bully it.

This is the weight of the ink cartridge!

But why did Brother Mo Xia, who had not spoken out for decades, suddenly want to speak for a junior?

Huangfu Qun was puzzled, but he had to give respect to Brother Mo Xia.

Xiao Ran smiled and said nothing, and nodded slightly to the ink box master to say thank you.

He originally wanted to give the old man a hint in his eyes and discuss the matter of drinking tea...

Unexpectedly, before he could even give a hint, the old man wisely helped him!

From this it can be seen that Mo Xia Zhenren is not only excellent at making swords, but his attainments in architecture must also be ridiculously high.

His architectural attainments are not high enough to value him!

After thanking Master Mo Xia, Xiao Ran stared at Huangfu Qun, bowed his hands and said:

"Now, disciple, can I speak?"

He asked politely, neither hurriedly nor hurriedly, neither humble nor overbearing. He did not deliberately retaliate and slap in the face, but it seemed to have its own popping sound.

Huangfu Qun's face turned dark, like a black knife carving on an extremely cold night. Now that the matter had come to this, he had no choice but to go down the stairs and said with a straight face:

"Long story short."

However, Xiao Ran was ready to make a long speech.

"The first thing I want to say is that Master found me in the vast sea of ​​people. It was not by chance, but because she had a keen eye and saw things that others could not see."

Everyone knows who others are referring to.

Huangfu Qun had a dark face and kept silent.

Ling Zhouyue was a little embarrassed by being blown away, so she sat obediently in front of Xiao Ran.

However, the real person of Ink Box pondered slightly and asked curiously:

"What is Master Nephew Xiao referring to?"

He was sure that there was something about Xiao Ran that others couldn't see, but he couldn't even see it with his short-sightedness.

Xiao Ran spoke eloquently.

"This kind of thing is extremely crucial. The disciples can't explain it clearly yet, but it has attracted the attention of superiors such as Humanoid Netherworld. This shows that this kind of thing is very important and may be related to the future direction of the entire Dharma Ending Age."

With the system in place and the support of his master, Xiao Ran had a draft for bragging.

Ink Box Master fell into silence.

Silver Moon's real eyes contain soft light.

Huangfuqun almost laughed out loud and took the opportunity to sarcastically say:

"So, we still have to send someone to protect you?"

Xiao Ran cupped his fist slightly.

"The disciple does not need the protection of the master. The master is in seclusion. No one in Zongzhi Mountain can protect the disciple better than the master."

Every sentence is heartbreaking and irrefutable. In just a few words, Huangfu Qun's conspiracy against Ling Zhouyue was shattered.

"you--"

Huangfu Qun was speechless, his face as black as ink.
To be continued...