Everyone in each gang was so frightened that they said nothing, only some students shouted angrily.
"Qiming Academy, how can we allow you to act wildly?"
"Master of the Blood Sect, this is the Qiming Wenhui, not a place where you Demon Sect can do whatever you want!"
Many students moved closer to the Old Blood Demon.
The old blood demon laughed and went to the table where the blood-clothed door was.
Some students were extremely angry, but the lecturers stopped them, and since they were invited by the academy, there was nothing they could do for the time being.
Halfway through, the Blood Old Demon looked towards where the Shen Gong Sect was.
The old demon Xue gave Liu Yitian a thumbs up and praised: "Bailian hangs high and hangs hundreds of corpses. It is quite the style of my demon sect. The door of my blood-clothed sect will always be open to the Shen Gong sect!"
Then, the Blood Old Demon looked at the disciples behind him and cursed: "Learn from the Shen Gong Sect, they are the real way of the Demon Sect!"
"That's what the door master said!"
"The Divine Bow Sect must be a branch of some great demon sect."
"Headmaster Liu, you come to our Blood Clothes Sect. At worst, you are a protector, no, deputy sect leader."
The disciples of the Blood-clothed Sect walked towards their seats laughing and joking.
The scene was quiet except for the chatter and laughter of the Blood-clothed Sect disciples and the discussions among the students of Qiming Academy.
The disciples of the Shen Gong Sect were angry. The Blood Old Demon killed the leader of the Tiandao Sect just to demonstrate to the Shen Gong Sect. After all, the Shen Gong Sect is now the largest gang in Wangjiatun.
However, as a fifth-grade monk, Old Blood Demon is too strong and dares not speak out in anger.
Not long after, everyone from the Qingshan Gang came. Gang leader Wan Zhao and deputy gang leader Gao Tianwan went straight to where the Shen Gong Sect was. They stood at the table and chatted with everyone from the Shen Gong Sect in a very lively manner.
The various sects saw everything, were surprised in their hearts, and discussed quietly.
"What's going on? I heard that the county government, the Blood Clothes Sect, the Baosheng Sect, and the Qiming Academy jointly suppressed the Shen Gong Sect, so why haven't the Qingshan Gang avoided suspicion?"
"Yes, the Qingshan Gang is preparing to confront several other major forces?"
"I'm afraid the Qingshan Gang is just expressing its attitude, and may not really dare to take action, especially against Qiming Academy."
"I heard that the chief of Qiming Academy is very dissatisfied with the Shen Gong Sect, and the Qingshan Gang also has to weigh it."
"The chief is just a student, not the head of the mountain or the superintendent, so he is of no use."
"That's wrong. The chief is the head of the students and participates in many managements of the academy. After graduation, as long as the grade is high enough, the court has always been eager to recruit talents. What's more, the current chief is named Xiang Zhishu, who is well-known for his literary skills.
The county magistrate thought highly of him, and magistrate Wen said that as long as the Zhishu reached the eighth rank, he would recommend it to the Ministry of Personnel. Think about it, how important is the recommendation of a dignified sixth-rank official? The most important thing is that Qiming Wenhui has always been just
Students participate, so the chief has always been in charge of the cultural meetings."
"I see, I didn't expect that the chief of the prison has such great power. But for the academy to take action, it still needs the approval of the mountain chief or the supervisor, right?"
"You don't understand this. It's easy for students to get carried away with their passions. As long as the chief instigates the conflict and someone dies, the academy won't be able to take action even if they want to."
"If this is the case, then the Shen Gong Sect is in great danger. A Qiming Academy can definitely defeat the Qingshan Gang and the Shen Gong Sect, let alone several other major forces."
"However, you have all missed the point."
"oh?"
"The point is not at all whether the Shen Gong sect killed people or not. The key point is whether Magistrate Wen judged the Shen Gong sect whether they killed people or not. As long as Magistrate Wen opens his mouth, clarifies the nature of this case, and then provokes students, the Shen Gong sect will be finished.
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"Yes, it still depends on County Magistrate Wen's attitude."
"Look, Magistrate Wen is here."
When they heard that the local parent officer was coming, everyone present stood up one after another.
Then I saw many animals in red or green clothes walking towards the door.
The leader is fair-skinned and majestic in appearance, wearing a crimson official robe, with an egret embroidered on the patch on his chest without gold trim, which represents his status as a sixth-rank official.
"Lord Wen!"
"Happy New Year, Mr. Wen!"
"New Year's greetings to Master Wen."
Wherever he passed, everyone held their hands in greetings.
Regardless of the Qingshan Gang or the Bloody Clothes Sect, everyone stood up.
Everyone in the Shen Gong Sect stood up one after another, but Li Qingxian and Zhou Hen were still sitting, while Yu Ping stood and ate.
Wen Siyan had a kind smile on his face and kept shaking hands with everyone. He glanced over where the Shen Gong Sect was and saw two people who had not stood up, but he seemed not to notice them and continued to greet others.
Wen Siyan brought a group of officials to the table, while people from other gangs secretly looked at him.
Almost all the official figures in the county were here, including the county magistrate, county magistrate, chief registrar, county lieutenant, and county night guard captain.
Sitting with Magistrate Wen, besides the officials, there were two other people who stood out.
There was a man who was five points similar to Magistrate Wen. He was taller, thinner, and paler than Magistrate Wen. Everyone in the county knew that this was Wen Siyue, the magistrate's younger brother, who was looking in the direction of the Shen Gong Sect with a smile.
Wang Shoude's whole body stiffened, his fists were clenched, and blood rushed to his brain.
Vince Yue glanced at the people of the Shen Gong Sect, with a nonchalant look on his face, and looked away again. After a few breaths, he let out a light sigh, as if remembering something, and looked at the location of the Shen Gong Sect again.
Vince Yue and Wang Shoude looked at each other.
Vince Yue suddenly looked at the broken fan on Wang Shoude's waist, smiled nonchalantly, and looked away, not bothering to look at Wang Shoude anymore.
Wang Shoude gritted his teeth.
Xu Fang, who was beside Wang Shoude, squinted and looked at the masked woman in black next to Vince Yue.
She knew that it must be Weng Baihong.
Weng Baihong also squinted his eyes, stretched out his beady right index finger, and tapped Xu Fang like a poisonous snake, then withdrew his hand and looked away as if nothing had happened.
Xu Fang's body trembled slightly and she slowly lowered her head.
Not long after Magistrate Wen and others sat down, a group of middle-aged or elderly people wearing various scholar's robes walked in from the door.
This time, not only Magistrate Wen, but also Li Qingxian and Zhou Hen stood up.
Li Qingxian looked over and saw that the leader was more than fifty years old and had a thick black and white beard that reached between his chest and abdomen.
This man was not wearing official uniform, but he had a silver fish bag hanging on his waist and a brass white pheasant carved in the middle of his belt, which could only be worn by fifth-grade monks.
Li Qingxian guessed that this was Feng Yemai, the superintendent of Qiming Academy, and looked around him. There was no one of higher rank. It seemed that Mr. Zhang Moya, the headmaster of Qiming Academy, was not here.
County Magistrate Wen left his seat and took the initiative to greet Feng Yemai with all courtesy.
Feng Yemai smiled and held his hands to everyone. He smiled and walked to the seats in the academy with Magistrate Wen.
After Feng Yemai sat down, a melodious bell rang.
I saw a young man wearing a white robe embroidered with laurel branches and moons walking up to the high platform and began to deliver a speech.
This person is blessed with a fair complexion, a handsome face, and a good skin.
Liu Yitian whispered: "This person is Xiang Zhishu, the chief of Qiming Academy and the head of the students."
Li Qingxian smiled and said, "I've seen it before."
Liu Yitian nodded. Li Keqing went out occasionally these days, and it was obvious that he was not just wandering around.