"According to what you said, I am confused by the relationship between father and daughter. In other words, in your eyes, I can be called an old man and a fool."
Xueshou Zun's blood surged. As he sat here, few people took Qianlong to heart. They talked about the overall situation, which made him and his daughter look like villains.
Although the Xingyang Xie family behind Xie An belongs to the middle class of the eight major families, their consistent style is to fall into the wind. If not...
Xie An gritted his teeth and said a few words. No matter how unwilling the Lord was, there was nothing he could do.
But if I offend that person, no, there is no room for swing this time, I can only feel sorry for Tianwaitian.
Xie An calmed down and continued: "I'm really scared when the leader says this, but since I'm standing in the meeting hall today, I don't want to hold anything back."
"Xie An, sit back." An old but majestic voice sounded.
"This...is Mr. Wang."
"Mingbo, just listen to everyone."
"Well, then let's follow what Mr. Wang said and hold a martial arts contest on a certain day to recruit a bride."
"Then let's discuss the details of the martial arts competition to find a bride. No matter what, Qianlong is our holy girl from Heaven and Earth. Even if we see her growing up, we can't treat her badly."
"In my opinion, it will be set in three days. It will be an auspicious day. As long as we are men of the right age in Tianwaitian, we can go to the ring to participate in the competition to find a bride."
"That's right, no matter what, we have to choose a good one for our Qianlong. The winner in the end is naturally the son-in-law of Lord First Lord."
"Wait a minute, it's no problem to recruit friends in a martial arts competition. It's easy to do it according to the rules, but I want to add a condition."
After much thought, Master Xueshou decided that the rules of martial arts contests and marriage recruitment cannot be changed, but rules are dead and people are alive, so he must gain some initiative for his daughter.
"What do you mean, Master Shouzun?"
"Team Leader Cui, please be patient and wait until Lord Shouzun has finished what he has to say. It won't be too late for us to discuss it again."
"I have a condition. The top three candidates in this competition are all qualified to fight Qianlong. As long as they can defeat Qianlong, they will naturally become my son-in-law. Otherwise..."
"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. Saints compete in martial arts to find a bride. It is a rule that exists in heaven and beyond. And then there is Qianlong's skill. If no man can defeat Qianlong, then wouldn't it be a waste of time?"
"Clan Chief Zheng is right. Then isn't this competition for marriage a joke? What are we discussing here?"
"Mingbo, this condition has been met. Everyone is sincere in discussing here. You said this and chilled everyone's heart."
"Mr. Wang, I have already made a concession and agreed to hold a competition to recruit a bride. If I cannot agree to this small condition, then I am not willing to give in anymore."
After all, after being the leader of Tianwaitian for so many years, how could he be led away by a few clan leaders casually.
"Since ancient times, there has been no such rule for martial arts competitions to recruit brides. Now that we have changed it rashly, I'm afraid we won't be able to convince the public."
"Your Excellency, I love my daughter so much that I absolutely don't care about Heaven and Earth. How can I convince everyone?"
"So what if you don't accept the crowd? Is it possible that you still want to rebel?"
"Xue Qi, what are you talking about?"
Mr. Wang slammed the huanghuali crutch in his hand on the ground. The longevity star carved on the crutch now lost his usual smile. Under the reflection of light and shadow, his face looked clouded and intimidating.
"If you say these things after half a day in the council hall, then there will be no need for me to post anything in the future. It's really sad to see you making such a fuss, and I can't see it."
Mr. Wang is the oldest among them. He has sent away the three heads of Tianwaitian. He has watched the patriarchs here grow up. In addition, he is the head of the eight major families, so everyone respects him very much.
Lord Snowhead also knows that if he insists on not giving in, it will not do any good in this matter. However, it is okay to compete in martial arts to recruit a bride, but autonomy cannot be lost.
"I understand how much Lord Shouzhen cares for the saint, and everyone also understands it. Because of this, I will only say one thing. If Lord Shougu agrees, then we will do it according to your request."
"Mr. Wang, please speak." As a clan leader, Xiao Xueqi is not a fool. At this time, he stepped forward to smooth things over.
"You promised the patriarch present that regardless of the outcome of the confrontation with Qianlong, let the child pick out the one he likes and hold the ceremony. I know you want to give Qianlong autonomy."
Mr. Wang stood up from the sandalwood chair with the help of his crutches.
"Mingbo, as I said before, you are both a father and a leader, so some things still have to have a bottom line."
The air in the entire meeting hall seemed to suddenly freeze, and everyone unconsciously lowered their breathing. Everyone was staring at the two people in the center of the whirlpool.
I don't know how much time passed, but with the nod of Lord Xue Shou, the following tribes let out a long sigh and happily prepared for the contest to recruit a bride.
"First Lord, I will take my leave."
Snowshou Zun didn't even give him a look.
"First Lord, I take my leave."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Wang, Mingbo really doesn't understand. Qianlong also grew up under your knees. Why do you insist on going your own way and promoting a competition to recruit a bride?"
Lord Xueshou may not care about the opinions of other clan leaders, but Mr. Wang has always stood firmly behind the Xue family and himself, but now he has changed.
"You will understand that whether I treat this child Qianlong, you, or Tianwaitian, I have not changed before and will not change in the future. It's just that there are some things I can't tell you now."
After Mr. Wang said this, he slowly walked towards the outside of the meeting hall, leaning on his crutches.
Xueshou Zun looked at his back, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of sadness. Then he looked at the empty room, and only four words came to his mind. People's hearts are changeable.
"First Lord, this matter has finally been settled. Then I will go back and send my Xiao family's good son. If I can't stop this matter, at least I hope Qianlong can choose the best one."
"Do you think Qianlong really has no chance? After so many years...she..."
At this moment, Xueshou Zun completely showed the helplessness of a father.
"No, Qianlong, as a saint from Tianwaitian, will definitely be able to turn danger into good fortune. Qingyi will definitely not return without success after being outside for so long, and..."
"And what?"
"It's nothing, I just feel distressed when I think of Qianlong. Lord, please don't be too harsh on yourself. This matter will definitely have a happy ending."
"I hope so."
Different from the turmoil and mystery of Tianwaitian, Mo Qingyi and Wang Yuan changed horses three times along the way, just to reach Tianwaitian faster.