A scrap collection station comes to mind

This means that for the Eighth Palace and Nineteenth Peak, everyone will vote together to determine the result.

I have to say, very fair.

Zhang Yuling and others sneered in their hearts. When the appointment was made, you alone made the decision. Now you want to depose him, but you have to vote together from the Eight Palaces and Nineteen Meridians?

But they had no reason to reject Yang Lin's suggestion.

There are eight palaces and nineteen meridians in the Jidao Palace. You only have eight meridians. How can you decide whether the master of the first palace should stay or go?

Zhang Yuling said, "Currently, the inheritance of the Three Palaces and Six Peaks has been cut off, and there are still a few lines without a leader..."

She said that there were three palaces and six channels, which naturally excluded Tianquan Palace. She did not recognize Chen Muyu's position as the head of Tianquan Palace at all, let alone give Tianquan Palace the right to vote.

Yang Lin touched the beard on his chin, "Forget it if the inheritance is broken. The lines without the leader are also temporarily excluded. The five palaces and eight peaks are left. Call the leader over when the time comes."

Hearing this, several people showed some smiles on their faces.

Among them, the Eight Meridians are present now. Although Kuzhu Peak does not have a leader, it is just a direct disciple acting as the leader. Even if his voting rights are not counted, they already have seven votes in their hands.

There are only thirteen votes in total for the Five Palaces and Eight Peaks. Even if they don't fight for the remaining votes, they all vote for Chen Muyu. In the end, they will have one more vote. The position of the Lord of Tianquan Palace will not be available even if it is not available.

"Everyone, how good is this?" Yang Lin's voice rose a few decibels higher.

Several people exchanged glances with each other. It seemed that Palace Master Yang had compromised. The reason why he came up with such a vote was simply to get off the ground.

At that moment, Zhang Yuling and others stood up very simply, lined up in a row, and bowed their hands to Yang Lin, "Then after three days, I hope the palace master will not break his promise."

"I am the Lord of the Palace of the Supreme Dao. I keep my word, so why would I go back on my word?"

Yang Lin said lightly, "But I also want to remind you that within these three days, you must not embarrass Tianquan Palace again. Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the old relationship."

"Follow the palace master's orders."

Several people responded lightly and then left together.

…

"snort."

After a few people left, Yang Lin snorted heavily for a long time, his face covered with frost.

These guys really don't know how to restrain themselves.

I thought that after the death of the fifth elder, these guys lost their backer and would be somewhat restrained, but I never expected that not only did they not restrain themselves, but they became even more unbridled.

It seems that the junior brother is right. If he doesn't take care of it, his position as the master of the Ji Dao Palace may be unstable.

How could the dignified master of the Jidao Palace be held back by a few juniors?

Three days, you can do a lot of things in three days.

A cold light flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.

…

——

"I never thought that I, Chen Muyu, would one day be chased and treated like a coward."

At this time, in the Jidao Tower, Chen Muyu was sitting on the futon in front of the Jidao tablet, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"Uncle, don't worry, father can handle it." Yang Feng comforted beside him.

Within the sect, Chen Muyu did not dare to let him claim that he was the master.

Chen Muyu waved his hand. What he was worried about was whether Yang Lin could handle it. Do those people really dare to fight Yang Lin directly?

He was just worried that Yang Lin would give in.

If Yang Lin gives in and compromises with those people, then no matter how much Chen Muyu contributes, it will be nothing.

Chen Muyu turned to look at the Jidao tablet, "Master, look at how your disciples have been bullied by others? Are you not allowed to show your spirit and destroy all these rebels?"

Yang Feng next to him saw this scene and couldn't laugh or cry.

There was no response from the Jidao tablet. Chen Muyu was disappointed, changed his face, and had the urge to smash the tablet.

At this time, Yang Feng said, "Uncle Master, those palace masters and peak masters are also orthodox successors of the Jida..."

Chen Muyu's face trembled slightly. What Yang Feng meant by this was that the guys who bullied you are all your apprentices. They were bullied by a few apprentice nephews. How dare you complain to your master?

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute." Chen Muyu glared at Yang Feng.

You may criticize, but this is indeed the truth. You are a disciple of the Supreme Dao, and others are still disciples of the Supreme Dao.

It is said that grandpas love their grandchildren, and maybe the Yakuza does the same. If you ask the Yakuza to kill their disciples, why can't their disciples ask the Yakuza to kill their disciples?

"call!"

Chen Muyu let out a long breath and lay down directly on the ground. He had nothing to do, so he might as well take a nap. When he woke up, the system upgrade might be completed.

Drowsily, Chen Muyu fell into sleep.

In the dream, that vague figure appeared again.

Extreme?

Chen Muyu's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

"Master?" Chen Muyu shouted softly.

The figure still turned its back to him and didn't give him any response.

Chen Muyu stretched his neck forward, trying to get closer, but found that no matter how he moved forward, the figure was always so far away from him.

"Master, your apprentice is being bullied, you can't ignore it." Chen Muyu cried directly.

The figure still didn't give him any response.

Chen Muyu didn't care whether he ignored him or not, "Look, they all forced me to come to Jidao Tower. You accepted me as your apprentice, but you can't watch your apprentice being bullied by a group of disciples. If this spreads out, it will be embarrassing." It’s your old man’s face. My strength is too low now. You have great magical powers. If you don’t want to improve me..."

She talks endlessly, like a resentful woman.

"Uncle Master..."

While Chen Muyu was crying sadly and getting excited about talking, a voice suddenly came from his ears, followed by a huge force that directly pulled him back to reality from between dream and reality.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Yang Feng.

Chen Muyu's face turned dark, "What's your name? I'm chatting with your Ji Dao Patriarch..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Feng quickly knelt down next to Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu was so angry that he was about to get a benefit just now. He didn't expect that Yang Feng would mess with him like this. Would it be so easy to see the Jida again next time?

"Father, Uncle Xuan, are you going to Zhengyang Palace?" Yang Feng said.

"Um?"

Chen Muyu frowned slightly, "How long have I been asleep?"

"An hour." Yang Feng said.

Only an hour?

Chen Muyu took a deep breath and said, "All the leaders of the Eight Meridians are gone?"

"gone."

Yang Feng nodded repeatedly, "Father just sent someone to tell you to go to Zhengyang Palace. It's all right."

Is this okay?

Chen Muyu was a little stunned.

I stood up from the futon, feeling sore all over my body, as if I'd been beaten.

No, isn't this the sequelae of dreaming about the Yakuza?