Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1041 Succession Ceremony
"Li Qingdong, are you cunning enough? You didn't say anything at first, and now you suddenly take action. What does this mean?" Wu Zhanzhan asked after a long time.

Li Qingdong chuckled and said: "Uncle Wu, are you a little unconvinced? That's okay, we can do it again, lest you say I can't win."

"Junior sister, we were tricked by this old fox."

Ding Ermiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "He first established the method of guessing, and then came to compete for the position of leader. He is indeed treacherous."

"Thank you, Uncle Ding, for the compliment." Li Qingdong smiled evilly and said, "If it were a martial arts competition, I would definitely not be able to beat you. Guessing is just what I want."

Wu Zhanzhan was helpless and nodded:

"Okay, okay, you are indeed qualified to compete for the position of leader. Now that the rules have been decided, you must participate, and we cannot refuse. But you suddenly made a move just now, and you are suspected of cheating. You must do it again."

"Sure, let's do it again!" Li Qingdong retracted his hand and said:

"This time, let's let Li Weinian shout slogans and everyone punch together, okay? If there is no winner the first time, do it a second time. If it doesn't work the second time, do it a third time."

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan nodded together, indicating that there was no problem.

In fact, Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan also knew that, ninety-eight out of ten, Li Qingdong won.Because this old guy knows how to count!
Everyone is ready again.Li Weinian started shouting slogans and said: "One, two, three..., start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three descendants of Xu Yunqi each punched.

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan seem to have a tacit understanding, and they are both hammers.

But Li Qingdong spread his big palm, it was cloth.

When the dust settled, Li Qingdong decided to win or lose in one round, and he won a Maoshan leader with one slap.

"Hahaha... you two masters, I accept the concession!" Li Qingdong laughed.

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan looked at each other and said lightly: "Congratulations."

"You two uncles, from the tone of your voice, it seems that you are very unhappy and disappointed?" Li Qingdong said with a shy face:
"Actually, I won't live much longer. After I die, will you still be the masters of the Maoshan Sect? Even if I'm in power, I'm just a puppet. Why do you ask me to do it? How dare I not listen?"

Wu Zhanzhan stood up, took two steps, turned around and said, "I'm not disappointed, I'm worried about you."

"Are you worried about me? Worried that I can't be the leader of Maoshan and lose the face of my ancestor?" Li Qingdong asked.

Wu Zhanzhan shook his head and sneered: "Do you know what the succession ceremony for the head of Maoshan is like?"

Li Qingdong was stunned and shook his head repeatedly.

"Hehe..." Ding Ermiao also smiled and said: "Old guy, we don't let you participate in the leader election, it's for your own good. But it's hard to persuade the damn ghost, so you have to throw yourself into the trap. Alas, no There’s a way.”

Li Qingdong blinked and asked: "Two senior uncles, what do you mean by what you said? Could it be that... are there any big risks in the succession ceremony?"

Wu Zhanzhan smiled and said: "There is no big risk, just offering incense to the ancestor."

"It's incense, it scared me to death." Li Qingdong breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just stepping on the edge of the knife to enjoy the incense." Wu Zhanzhan added.

"Oh, I see...ah? Stepping on the blade?" Li Qingdong was surprised.

Ding Ermiao touched his chin, nodded and said, "That's right, stepping on the blade with one foot."

"Such a high level of difficulty?" Li Qingdong looked down at his feet, frowning and thinking.

Wu Zhanzhan looked at Li Qingdong's face and said:

"According to the rules, every master must burn a stick of incense in front of the statue of Master Sanmao. This time, the incense is not put in the incense burner, but held in the hand. The successor to the head must Step on the sharp blade with one foot and stay as still as a mountain until the incense in your hand is burned before you can come down."

Li Weinian, Gu Qinglan and others all took a breath of cold air with unbearable expressions on their faces.

In this case, after three sticks of incense are taken down, can Li Qingdong still want his feet?
There is another question, can you stand on the edge of a knife with one foot?
"Zhanzhan, can a person stand in this case? Can I still have those legs?" Gu Qinglan looked around everyone and said, "Uncle Li is old. If the procedures can be simplified, why not simplify them?"

"It's better Miss Lan, cherish the old and pity the poor." Li Qingdong smiled gratefully.

"Actually, it's okay. If he is a qualified successor, he will be destined by fate and protected by the ancestor. Therefore, if you step on the blade, you will not be injured by the blade or fall to the ground. But after the whole ceremony is over, it is estimated that the successor All the muscles and bones in my body will be broken, and I will lie on the bed for a while."

Wu Zhanzhan also smiled and said:
"Based on Li Qingdong's age and health, it is estimated that after taking over as the leader, he will have to lie in bed for half a year. One more thing... If Grandmaster doesn't like you, he won't bless you. When the time comes, your feet will step on you. The upper edge of the sword will be useless. Therefore, the position of the leader depends on the wishes of the ancestor."

"So powerful? Can I bear this old bone?" Li Qingdong said with a sad face: "Two uncles, I won't be the leader now, is that okay?"

"No!" Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan stared together.

Li Qingdong gritted his teeth and said: "Well, since you are begging me to be the leader, I have no choice but to reluctantly take on this heavy responsibility!"

If I go, it turns into begging you to be the leader?Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan looked at each other, both laughing and crying.

——A year later, at the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master Conference, Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan realized what a right choice it was to be the leader of Li Qingdong.At that time, Li Qingdong, sitting on the rostrum, with a fairy demeanor and a childlike face, made countless people worship him, but he won a big face for the Maoshan faction.

Ding Ermiao opened his backpack, took out the Maoshan seal, showed it to everyone, and then solemnly handed it to Li Qingdong.

Ding Ermiao felt a bit reluctant to let go of the big seal that had been with him for so long and suddenly handed it over.

But now that the three branches of Maoshan are united as never before, it doesn't matter who holds the big seal.

Because no matter who needs to add a printed paper talisman, they can ask for it from the handprinter at any time.Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan, if they need additional talisman paper, would Li Qingdong dare not give it?
Speaking of which, Li Qingdong was the leader, but he was of low moral character and junior in seniority.Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan, in front of Li Qingdong, are the supreme leaders.

Li Qingdong smiled broadly and reached out to take it.

Unexpectedly, Ding Ermiao turned around and handed the Maoshan Great Seal to Wu Zhanzhan.

"Junior sister, the big seal will be left to you for safekeeping for now. After Li Qingdong's incense-burning ceremony is over, you can hand it to him again." Ding Ermiao said with a malicious smile:
"He takes over as the leader. I may not have time to observe the ceremony. Junior sister, help me keep an eye on him and let the boy sharpen the blade as sharply as possible!"

(End of this chapter)