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When Ning Fei walked out of the ancestral hall, he met a group of probing eyes.

Yu Xin was squatting at the door, his eyes lit up when he came out.He was about to speak, but his grandfather pulled his sleeve, so he had to close his mouth.

Except for him, most of the people present had complex expressions.

They had already learned from Yu Xin that Ning Fei had completed the fifth question, and they thought that people would come out soon, but unexpectedly, half an hour passed after waiting.

Now Ning Fei is the person who has stayed in the ancestral hall for the longest time. Even if Ji Ziling did not recognize him as the master, his ability has been fully proved among the disciples of this generation.

Before that, although Mr. Xie had been trying his best to protect him, no one looked down on a fool. Yu Xin and Mr. Mu's first disciple Liu Tie were the hottest candidates in this assessment.

Unexpectedly, the two lost one after another, Liu Tie fell in the third round, Yu Xin was also eliminated after two more rounds than him, but Ning Fei, who had been stupid for many years, stayed in the end.

Half an hour, according to the round estimate, it should be the tenth round.

Mr. Xie was the first to greet him. He rubbed his hands and asked nervously:

"How, but was chosen the master?"

Then he saw the most beautiful picture of his life so far.

The handsome young man stretched out his hand, the jade tablet in his palm was as smooth and radiant as his skin.

call--

Everyone gasped in unison, their eyes fixed on the jade tablet for a long time and could not move away.

Is it Ji Ziling?

Is it true that Ju Ziling chooses the master?

Someone didn't believe it, and reached out to grab the jade token in Ning Fei's hand.

Ning Fei didn't resist, and let him touch the little white jade.The next moment, a light blue electric light hit the man's hand, causing him to shrink back in pain.

People around exclaimed:

"It's not fake, it's true!"

"It is said that Juziling is a sacred object that only Mozong Juzi can touch. Others will be punished by the power of lightning!"

Ning Fei looked down at the jade tablet, and felt that this thing has quite a lot of functions.

In addition to the projection, the visual inspection also integrates a high-voltage generator and a rechargeable battery, which has the same effect as the anti-wolf device.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a "plop", and Mr. Xie knelt heavily on the ground, his wrinkled face was already full of tears.

"Heaven has eyes! Saints bless you!"

The old man cried twice, then suddenly struggled to stand up, bowed deeply towards Ning Fei, and made an extremely solemn gift:

"Seven generations of Juzi above, Xie Zeng, a disciple of Mozong, will see you!"

This voice broke the silence in the arena.Yu Lao and Mu Lao looked at each other, and they also stood up and bowed to Ning Fei to salute. With them taking the lead, everyone in the venue bowed down, and there was a big black crowd.

Standing on the high steps of the ancestral hall, Ning Fei looked down at the dense crowd in front of him, and suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Before that, he had never been responsible for other people's livelihood.Modern society has complete security, everyone lives in their own trajectory, and a certain decision of one person will not lead to an existential crisis for all.

But here, he must be responsible for these lives of Mo Zong.These hundred and ten people were old, weak and weak, and they were sallow and emaciated in their prime, which showed that Mo Zong was on the verge of life and death.

Sickness, cold, drought, hunger.There are too many factors that can lead to death. If you want to ensure that everyone survives the winter safely, you can't rely on potatoes alone, and you have to work harder in other places.

After everyone saw the ceremony, Ning Fei, the seventh-generation prince, officially took office.

Mozong is a simple school, and it has neither money nor tradition to hold a succession ceremony. When the new Juzi is welcomed into the main hall of the main building, there are Mu and Yu who report the situation of the sect. Mr. Xie arranges Juzi's residence, and it will be lunch time soon.

Looking at the food plate in front of him, Ning Fei frowned tightly.

The meal is very simple, a bowl of wild vegetable and rabbit meat boiled in sauce is paired with a bowl of half-dry and half-thin wheat rice. An adult must not be full, but it is much richer than the bowl of clear rice soup he drank this morning. many.

Without moving his chopsticks, he turned to ask Yu Lao beside him.

"What do you have for lunch?"

Yu Lao was startled, embarrassment flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He hesitated, and said vaguely:

"In the sect, everyone has the same food."

Ning Fei pointed at the stoneware bowl.

"It's also rabbit meat?"

Yu Lao hesitated for a few seconds.

"Yes."

Ning Fei smiled.

"Two rabbits for the whole city to eat?"

He shook his head, his smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a majesty that didn't match his age.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't like being lied to."

Yu Lao was startled, and instinctively bowed to salute.

"Juzi, this old man didn't mean to deceive! It's just that there is not enough food in the warehouse, and today is Juzi inheriting the clan. Everyone thinks that they can't treat you badly, so..."

He wanted to say more, but Ning Fei interrupted him.

"How long can the grain in the warehouse last?"

Yu Lao hesitated, "If you save some food, you can still do it for a week."

Ning Fei nodded, he stood up suddenly, and suddenly thought of something:

"Do you eat together? Or do you eat your own food?"

"In the city, meals are served in a unified way in the food room, Ji Zi, this is..."

"I'll go to the dining room to have a look."

With that said, he went straight out of the main hall.

Mozong's dining room is a low yellow mud room, with a homemade banner hanging in front of the door, and a big "food" character written on it.

A stove was built in the low room, and it was not separated from the front hall for heating. There was no table in the dining room, and Mozong disciples just sat on benches and drank porridge with rough clay bowls.

When Ning Fei came in, he saw a red-faced man coming down from the stove with a pottery bowl, and the porridge water was crystal clear.

"Just drink this?"

Ning Fei frowned.

He thought that the only breakfast was rice soup, but it turned out that every meal was like this, how could he survive by eating people like this?

The red-faced man is called Liu Tie, Mu Donglai's chief disciple, who once had an exam with Ning Fei.

Liu Tie, who had always had high hopes, was eliminated in the third round, feeling depressed.Although he bowed to Ning Fei, he still had some embarrassment on his face, and there was inevitably emotion in his tone.

"Is there anyone who can't drink just this?"

he said coldly.

Ning Fei raised her eyebrows, not because of his blunt attitude.

He raised his head, fixed his eyes on Liu Tie, and spoke calmly.

"What do you mean? The porridge is divided into people?"

"That's not it!"

Liu Tie said gruffly, "Everyone has a share of porridge, but not every bowl is eaten."

He pointed to the woman next to the stove, "Jizi wanted to know, so he asked her why there was half a pot of rice left over for a meal!"

Seeing Ning Fei looking at her, the woman gave him a blessing in a panic.

"Juzi, there is a lot of food left today. It's not that I'm wasting it, but... but knowing that there is a shortage of food, the sick and weak in the city won't come to the food room..."

She couldn't continue speaking halfway through, and tears flowed from her eyes.

There was nothing Ning Fei didn't understand.

When there is no famine, there will always be some old people who voluntarily stop eating, leave the village and wait to die in the mountains.Save food for future generations.

Ning Fei had only seen these stories in books before, but he never thought that one day he would witness them with his own eyes!

The old people I saw yesterday were obviously looking forward to it when the food search team came back, but they didn't collapse when they knew they couldn't find the food. They must have made a decision at that time!

In order to save food, do you have to give up yourself?

He felt chills all over his body, his breathing began to be short of breath, his chest was oppressed, and his voice became a little hoarse:

"Where are these people you mentioned? Are they still in the city?"

The woman wiped her tears and shook her head lightly, but Liu Tie beside her said harshly.

"Let's go! It's all up the mountain."

Ning Fei immediately turned her head.

"You know? You take me to them."

Liu Tie suddenly turned his face away, avoiding his sight.

"What's the use of looking? They can't come back."

"Without food, they can't survive... they just wait to die in another place."

The grandfather who lived with Liu Tie also went up the mountain.

This was the old man's decision last night. The reason why he waited until noon was to witness the result of choosing the master. When Liu Tie came home, the house was already empty.

Grandpa said that he lived to be 70 years old, and his life expectancy is approaching, so he went to see the residence after death in advance.

Grandpa is already very weak, and the rice soup full of water can't support his life. It's better to save the food and let the young men of the sect survive.

Liu Tie understood all these reasons.During the years when Mo Zong migrated, self-sacrifice for the old and the weak had become a tradition, and everyone survived like this.

But he is depressed!

Liu Tie closed his eyes, his whole body exuding strong self-blame.

If only... if only he was smarter and could find something to eat... that would be great!

His grandfather, as well as many old and weak women and children in the city, can all survive!