"Is it repeatable?"
"No," Fang Yun said to himself. There was only one Wondrous Book World, and no one else could obtain its inheritance.
"Can you tell me about your background?"
Fang Yun hesitated for a moment, then said, "I met the Mountain-Carrying Tribe in the Comet Promenade, and by chance, I obtained the inheritance of the Mountain-Carrying Tribe."
Although this matter was important, Fang Yun was still Xusheng. As long as he made it clear, no one would dare to take anything from Fang Yun.
"So you plan to use the inheritance to write a 'History of the Ancient Demons'?" Scholar Yan asked.
"Mm, I'm already writing it, but it's extremely exhausting, so I've only finished the first volume," Fang Yundao said.
"Do you have a way to get in touch with the Ancient Demon Race?"
"I'm afraid I can only occasionally meet them in the Celestial Trees. Can we go to the Withering Bone Realm City? "Fang Yun asked.
"I'm afraid not. That place is similar to Two-Realm Mountain, the border between another realm and the Demon World, but it's on the other side of the Demon World, too far from Two-Realm Mountain. Without becoming a Great Scholar, we wouldn't dare send you to the Demon World, "Scholar Yan said.
Scholar Yan asked many questions, then he sat down and began to discuss with Fang Yun on behalf of the Notre-Dame.
Fang Yun was the only human proficient in the Ancient Demon Language, and he also belonged to the Mountain-Carrying Tribe, so he was of great significance.
The Ancient Demon Race was extremely complex. Some lifeforms did not even have blood and could only pass down inheritances through Divine Sense, so they only recognized inheritances and not bloodlines.
This meant that in the Ancient Demon Race, Fang Yun was a true member of the Mountain-Carrying Tribe.
Scholar Yan had come this time mainly to learn about the Ancient Demon History that the Human Race urgently needed, so that he could have the initiative when dealing with the Demon Barbarians.
As Fang Yun and Scholar Yan were discussing, voices came from outside. At first, they were soft, but they grew louder and louder, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.
Fang Yun had to multitask and listen through the door. Only then did he remember that he had been preparing for a trial in the morning. He had asked Ji Zhibai to come, but before Ji Zhibai arrived, someone from the Notre-Dame had arrived.
"County Magistrate Fang is so arrogant! Call our manager here early in the morning. Then, he closed the door to the main hall. Is he trying to shut us out? Do you still want the barbarian soldiers to kill us? "
Outside the main hall, Fang Yingwu extended his arm to stop the two Marquis Ma who were about to attack. He lowered his head slightly. He said, "Lord Ji, my Lord has indeed invited you here. However, the incident happened so suddenly that the main hall was sealed. There must be a reason behind it. Please take a seat in the side hall and wait for Milord to finish. I will definitely give you an answer. "
Ji Zhibai raised his eyebrows. With a warm smile on his face, he nodded his head and said, "High Scholar Fang is right." He then took out a paper fan and fanned himself gently, like an elegant young master. However, he didn't move a single step.
The High Scholar beside him immediately understood and shouted out, "Preposterous! Lord Ji may not care, but this official can't not care! Manager Ji was an official of the Ministry of Personnel. The Ministry of Personnel was the head of the Six Ministries, and it concerned the reputation of the imperial court! If a mere seventh-ranked county magistrate could order a sixth-ranked county magistrate around, then … This is a disorder of seniority, a disorder of order, and a breach of etiquette! "
Fang Yingwu was fuming with anger, but he still suppressed his anger and said, "Brother, please calm down. It's not that my Lord is ordering me around, but that he has an urgent matter to attend to. "
"Urgent matter? Don't tell me that your Lord found out that the people of Ning An County gave my Lord a plaque and an umbrella of ten thousand people and panicked! "After the High Scholar finished speaking, Ji Zhibai's subordinates immediately stepped forward.
One of them held a plaque with the words, "Love the people as children" written on it.
Behind him, there were four other people who each held a large umbrella. There were silk strips hanging from the umbrellas. The names of the people of Ning An County were written on the strips.
Seeing the four umbrellas, Fang Yingwu's face darkened. Last year, Ji Zhibai's governance was not outstanding, but he had done a few good things. The main reason was that the officials of the Left Minister's party had done a good job spreading the news. Even if he had done one good thing, they would praise him ten times over. However, none of the scholars dared to publicize his mistakes. This caused many people to think that Ji Zhibai was not bad.
When Ji Zhibai first came to Ning An County, his favorite thing to do was to use his eloquence to tell the people of Ning An County what he would do. He had deceived many people.
The High Scholar official said, "There are hundreds of Ning An County citizens outside the county yamen. They are all here to thank Lord Ji."
Ji Zhibai gently fanned himself with his white paper fan and looked up at the sky, as if he did not care about what others were saying.
Hearing this, Fang Yingwu suddenly realized that Ji Zhibai was afraid that something would happen in the county yamen, so he had purposely arranged for the people of Ning An County to come. These people were probably people who had received favors from Ji Zhibai. As long as Ji Zhibai raised his arm and called for help, these people would definitely respond.
This was Ji Zhibai's way of protecting himself.
Fang Yingwu coldly said, "Inciting the people to gather in front of the yamen is a serious crime!"
"You're spouting nonsense! This is the people spontaneously organizing to welcome Lord Ji back to Ning An County. As long as Lord Ji safely leaves the county yamen, they will naturally disperse, "the High Scholar official said.
Ji Zhibai seemed to be impatient and said, "How long do I have to wait? If Magistrate Fang only asked me to come here to take a look at the main entrance, then I have already seen it. "
Fang Yingwu helplessly said, "Lord Ji, I implore you to take a seat in the side hall. Magistrate Fang will be back soon."
Ji Zhibai did not reply.
The High Scholar official at the side laughed coldly and said, "A sixth-ranked official has come to a seventh-ranked yamen. Instead of opening the main hall, you are asking Lord Ji to take a seat in the side hall? This is simply insubordination! Either you open the main hall and let Lord Ji in. Otherwise, Lord Ji will turn around and leave! "
Fang Yingwu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Some officials did not open the main hall and only went to the side hall in order to humiliate their guests. However, Fang Yun was definitely not one of them today.
"Magistrate Fang said that no one is allowed to enter the main hall. Please forgive us," Fang Yingwu said.
The smile on Ji Zhibai's face disappeared and he said, "I never thought that in one night, Magistrate Fang would turn his back on me and use such a method to humiliate me!"
Fang Yingwu bitterly smiled and said, "Lord Ji, Magistrate Fang really did not use such a method to humiliate you. This really happened all of a sudden."
Ji Zhibai closed his folding fan and said coldly, "I will give you another hundred breaths of time. If the main hall's main door is not open, I will turn around and leave!"
Fang Yingwu sighed softly. He could only watch Ji Zhibai, waiting for him to swagger off.
Suddenly, there was a click and the main hall's main door slowly opened.
Everyone turned their heads to look inside and saw a green robed scholar in front and three Confucian scholars behind him. They coldly scanned the crowd.
Fang Yun was sitting on a chair at the side and silently drinking tea. He did not even look outside the door.
Ji Zhibai looked at the four people in the main hall and his mind went blank.
Ji Zhibai's followers were stunned. They were so shocked that they loosened their hands and the signboard and Wan Min Umbrella fell to the ground.
The High Scholar official who had been shouting loudly earlier clamped his legs together to stop himself from peeing. Why was Fang Yun hiding three Confucian scholars and a Grand Scholar in the main hall?
One of them was the Jingguo Minister Kang Ha-chuan, another was the Punishment Hall Confucian, and the last was the Rites Hall Confucian.
The green robed scholar did not look like a Confucian scholar, but the Dongsheng Pavilion's logo was clearly visible.
The Dongsheng Pavilion's Grand Scholar had secretly led a group of Confucian scholars here. Furthermore, there was a Confucian scholar from the Punishment Hall. Who was this important person?
Ji Zhibai's legs began to tremble.
"Could it be that they are here to capture me?" Ji Zhibai's heart was about to collapse.
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