Ningjia Zhantang.

Ning Xiangqian, a member of the branch, looked angry: "Two family elders, I don't accept it!"

"It is not in line with the family's rules to revoke my position as a deacon in the War Hall for no reason!"

The two old men smiled slightly, and one of them said, "I would rather move forward than be impatient. How could the family take away your position as a deacon at will?"

"According to family rules, the deacons should take combat power as the best. In order to ensure excellent personnel, the deacons' position has always been limited and the elimination strategy is adopted. If the latecomers want to take on the role, they must challenge their predecessors and use their real combat power to seize the position of the deacons."

Ning nodded forward: "Of course I know this."

"But no one challenged me."

"I didn't even have a fight, so I was taken away from my deacon's position. It seems that the main meridian is to hold a grudge against me who helped me yesterday, but Ning Zhuo."

The old man smiled faintly: "I'm going to win, you misunderstood us. We are actually thinking about you, worried that you will be defeated and injured. Recovering from the injury is too delayed."

Ning Xiangqian smiled and said, "Before I was fighting, you decided that I was defeated. It's simply outrageous. Who is interested in my deacon?"

"I must have fought before I can rest."

"Otherwise, I will never give in and I will make trouble in the ancestral hall!"

When they heard about the clan ancestral hall, the two old people looked dark.

One of them snorted coldly: "For the sake of sesame, we have to make trouble in the ancestral hall. As a descendant, he is really unfilial to ignore the tranquility of his ancestors!"

"I would rather Xiangqian, you should judge a gentleman's ambition by the heart of a villain. It's fine, let you know who your opponent is."

As he said that, the old man signaled his subordinates with his eyes.

The subordinate withdrew and soon brought one person back.

This man is quite thin, handsome, with flowing white hair, white eyebrows, and a young look.

But when Ning Xiangxing forward saw this person, his expression changed and he said in a lost voice: "Ning Qingqiao?"

Ning Qing raised his eyebrows quietly and sneered at Ning Xiangqian: "I should thank the two elders, all this is for your own good. Leaving the post is well and saving everyone some time."

Ning clenched his fists forward and showed anger on his face.

Ning Qingqiao is the foundation-building cultivation and has the talent and the silent descending. If Ning Xiaohui is the only sign among the Ning family's Qi-refining cultivators, then Ning Qingqiao is one of the geniuses among the Ning family's foundation-building cultivators.

Ning Xiangxiang gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, the main meridian will use a genius to squeeze me out, causing me to lose my position as a deacon. It's such a big deal!"

Ning Qing sneered quietly: "Natural! You helped Ning Zhuo and shouted the loudest yesterday. You should have such an awareness. Are you talking about it?"

"Get out of here!"

Ning raised his head forward and laughed. His anger made him make an irrational decision: "Get out? How is that possible!"

"Come on, I'm going to fight you."

"I want to see, what qualifications are you, a genius who has been famous for a long time, so arrogant!"

The battle lost its suspense from the beginning.

Ning Qingjiu had an absolute advantage and beat Ning Xiangqiu up the whole process.

"Don't beat him to death." The old man watched the battle from the side. Seeing Ning Xiangqian covered in blood, he couldn't help but remind him.

"Tsk, it's boring." Ning Qing stopped in time and knocked Ning forward to the ground.

Ning Qing quietly walked to Ning Xiang forward and stepped on the latter's head with her feet: "How do you feel now?"

"This is really for your own good, but unfortunately you are ungrateful. If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine."

"Bah!" Ning Xiangying struggled forward but failed, and quietly spat out a mouthful of blood.

A cold light flashed across Ning Qingxiu's eyes, and he exerted a little force under his feet, trampling Ning forward and fainted.

"Come on, carry the garbage from this vein to me!"

Almost at the same time, in the Fu Tang.

The old man pointed at the inferior talisman and said to Ning Xiangguodao: "This is your responsibility. You'd better have a perfect explanation, otherwise..."

Ning Xiangguo smiled slightly: "Explanation? I don't need an explanation."

He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the old man: "I won't do this errand of the deacon Fu Tang."

The old man was stunned, then his expression calmed down, and he sighed deeply: "Xiangguo, who made you a member of the branch? He spoke out again yesterday and helped Na Ningzhuo."

"Oh, I'm not worth it for you."

"Nan Ning Zhuo received an extremely generous reward, but what about you? He lost the position of deacon that he had been working hard for nearly ten years."

Ning Xiangguo shook his head: "If I do it again, even if I know that this is the result, I will do this."

"Goodbye."

After saying that, he turned around and left without any delay.

Looking at Ning Xiangguo's back as he left, the old man's expression became extremely bad.

Ning Xiangqian, Ning Xiangguo... Not only were they, many deacons were found by the main lineage and were fired by the senior officials for various reasons.

The news spread throughout the clan.

The people of the branch tribe who were still excited about the victory of the ancestral hall yesterday seemed to have suffered a blow, and their energy that had just gathered up was scattered again.

When people's hearts disperse, they all say anything.

"I've told you not to go, don't go, now it's okay! The position of deacon is lost."

"The main pulse is too much! The deacons who were dismissed and driven away today are all from my branch, obviously revenge for yesterday's incident."

"The key is that they have a good reputation and act according to family rules, and we cannot refute it."

"Just as the boss of Ning Houjun often said, our branch lacks a family old man. Only one family old man would not happen like this!"

The deacon who was excluded and dismissed could completely rely on the side of the elder of the Zhimai family, rather than being beaten back to its original form and becoming an ordinary tribe member.

Some branch tribes who lost their position as deacon wanted to find Ning Youfu, and Ning Houjun decided to make the decision for them.

Ning Youfu closed the door to thank the guests, while Ning Houjun received them.

Ning Houjun said: "The young patriarch was pulled down, and the revenge of the main vein was not entirely unexpected."

"Can we follow Ning Zhuo and gather people to go to the clan ancestral hall?" asked a clan member.

Ning Houjun snorted coldly: "What do you think the clan ancestral hall is? Do you want to be locked in a dungeon? The gang of sluts in the main vein are hoping that you will make trouble."

Someone asked: "Why can Ning Zhuo succeed?"

"There is a certain evidence in his hands, and he has all the evidence and physical evidence. Even the main pulse cannot refute it. Do you have it?" Ning Houjun glared, "You guys have nothing to do!"

He pointed his finger at the tribesmen who were asking for help: "You have all found a suitable reason to fire you from the main pulse."

"Who made you not clean on weekdays? Now, someone has been caught and lost the deacon, and he is so embarrassed to come to me!"

The people of the branch tribe looked at each other.

Someone complained: "Master, you don't know. It's difficult for us to live our branches and practice. There is another family to raise, but not to use power for personal gain. How can we have enough merit?"

"Like the main meridian, even if you are idle people, you will never lack the resources for cultivation."

Ning Houjun sighed: "That's why I came forward and personally helped Na Ning Zhuo."

"He has talent, and when he grows up, he must be the old man."

"Only when our branch has a family, can we have a little bit of resistance to the main pulse."

Some people sneered disdainfully: "Sir, you advised me yesterday that I went to get involved in the ancestral hall. But now, according to my opinion, we helped the wrong person."

Ning Houjun: "What does this mean?"

Another person said: "Nan Ningzhuo received extremely generous rewards, far exceeding the previous standards. However, he was extremely stingy. Even if his cousins ​​asked for a loan, he would directly refuse it on the spot."

"It is easy for such people to share weal and hard, but it is difficult for them to share wealth and honor. Is it really right for us to place our hopes on him?"

Ning Houjun snorted coldly: "If it is not entrusted to him, is it entrusted to you and wait?"

"Do you have talent?"

Everyone was speechless.

Some clan members took the initiative to explain to Ning Zhuo: "He is only sixteen years old after all, and he is still young. It is not realistic to expect him to have the awareness of you."

Ning Houjun frowned when he heard this.

Because he recalled yesterday's dinner. At the banquet, Ning Zhuo's performance impressed him. He was very happy on the way back home, thinking that Ning Zhuo had talent and mature mind, which was a blessing for the branch.

But today, Ning Zhuo's performance made Ning Houjun secretly disappointed: "How can you gather people's hearts and how can you achieve success if you are so stingy?"

Ning Houjun felt uneasy, so he thought about it and decided to mention Ning Zhuo.

"Come." He called a servant, "Go to bring my message to Ning Zhuo. I want his two taels of ice jade wine as a thank you for your help yesterday. Go and return quickly."

Hearing Ning Houjun's orders, the people of the Zhimai tribe expressed their intention to stay and see what Ning Zhuo's reaction was.

Ning Zhuo was checking the family's rewards.

This time the reward was a little surprised.
To be continued...