Elder Liu really laughed: "I have been in charge of the Discipline Hall for a hundred years, and there are dozens of bags of trial case files." "But you are the only one standing in front of me who has made such a request."
"Tell me, how do you want to meet the leader? If anyone can meet the leader...then wouldn't it mean that all the cats and dogs in our Yunxia Sect can disturb the leader?"
The disciples in the Discipline Hall laughed loudly at this time. Elder Liu waved his hand, and the disciples tried their best to regain their serious expressions.
They inexplicably want to take care of the outer door's messy affairs, who doesn't have any complaints in their hearts?
Who would have thought that we would catch up with the excitement? If we watch the excitement, everyone will be in high spirits.
Mai Fan was not ashamed: "Disciple, write a sentence. As long as the leader can see it, he will see me."
"It's that simple?"
"Yes!" Mai Fan nodded.
Elder Liu sneered: "Are you entertaining us?"
He thought to himself that in recent years, the real master has been increasingly unable to come out. He squats at the top of his mountain every day to cultivate his moral character, and has never even come out of the gate of the Qiankun Palace.
Even if the elders of various peaks and halls ask for advice on matters, they rarely see the true face of the leader.
Most of them relied on the eldest disciple of the leader, Bai Tanghe, and the Taoist boys around him to spread the word.
This matter is not a secret, and only new disciples like Mai Fan don't know about it.
"So, whether it's true or not, why not give it a try!"
The steward of the Zhao family on the side suddenly interrupted, pretending to be distressed and distraught: "This is the Discipline Hall, and a public trial is taking place."
"You made a joke in the Discipline Hall, which is a serious mistake."
"Even though I'm in charge of the outer sect, I can't save you. Do you know that?"
"Disciple knows!"
"If the leader doesn't see you, you will be whipped three hundred times and then be driven down the mountain. Do you know that?"
"Disciple understands!"
Mai Fan answered simply, and Manager Zhao nodded with satisfaction.
The disciples in the Discipline Hall next to him couldn't help but whisper.
"It's really strange. That Zhao Zhenbei just refused to admit that it was Mai Fan who taught him the magic. Even the elders of his family found evidence and insisted that it was not the case."
"For this, people have been dragged over and tortured."
"Why is it that the manager of the Zhao family is not as serious about saving his children as Mai Fan, an outsider?"
The disciple next to him still wanted to help Manager Zhao and said: "No, you didn't realize that although Manager Zhao had a righteous intention to kill the couple, he still put all the blame on Mai Fan."
"As long as Mai Fan takes responsibility for this mistake, the disciples of the Zhao family will not only learn this exquisite set of light-weight techniques, but any problems that arise in the future will not be blamed on him, Zhao Zhenbei."
Older gingers are more spicy.
Because of Mai Fan's firmness, Elder Liu waved his hand: "As you wish, someone will give him paper, pen and ink."
The disciple next to him hurriedly responded, but Mai Fan walked towards the small square table in the corner: "No need to bother, I can borrow some space."
The disciple who was in charge of registering in the corner was secretly watching the excitement. When he heard the sound and looked up, he suddenly found that everyone in the hall was staring at him intensely, and he dropped his pen in shock.
"Be careful!" Mai Fan caught the pen in mid-air. He turned around, lifted up his robe, and sat in front of the small desk. The pen was covered with full ink.
Mai Fan took out another piece of paper from the blank paper on his desk and wrote quickly.
I only wrote one sentence and then put down the pen.
The piece of paper was folded into a triangle by Mai Fan, like a small rice dumpling, and the places where there were words were aged.
Elder Liu casually selected a disciple, fearing that the disciple would open it and take a peek. After thinking about it, he added one more.
The two disciples from the Discipline Hall who were named took the papers handed over by Mai Fan and left.
When they went out, their expressions were calm, but their eyes were full of curiosity.
When they were about to go out, Mai Fan behind them said: "Don't break it on the road, it's really for your own good."
The two disciples shrunk their necks, quickly used a spell and left quickly.
At this time, there was a room full of people left, waiting for the result of the note being handed over.
At this time, the Zhao family's manager spoke again: "We can't wait forever."
"There must be a time limit for the leader to give feedback after seeing this note."
"If the leader doesn't respond to Mai Fan for the rest of his life, can't we wait in the Law Enforcement Hall and the Discipline Hall for the rest of our lives?"
"Isn't this an excuse to escape punishment? If all future disciples use this method, it will be difficult for us to manage them."
It was rare for Manager Zhao to be so serious, which made Elder Liu from the Discipline Hall take a second look.
Although he was surprised, he thought that Manager Zhao was right: "So, we have to set a time."
"Let's use one stick of incense as the time limit. A disciple can go back and forth to the master's location with only half a stick of incense."
"There is enough time left for the leader to think, right? Mai Fan, do you have any objection?"
Mai Fan was very confident: "In fact, it may be faster than you think. If I say that the disciples come and go faster, I am afraid that half a stick of incense will be enough."
After Mai Fan finished speaking, the people around him had ghostly expressions on their faces.
This made Elder Liu of the Discipline Hall carefully look at the outer disciple named Mai Fan for the third time.
This ordinary outer disciple, who is really nothing special except being a little calmer than the average person, what does he do?
But since Mai Fan boasted such bullshit...
"Come here, light the incense!"
The manager of the Zhao family will not miss this opportunity.
A whole plate of incense strings, plus a blue and white porcelain incense burner plate, were brought to the hall.
One disciple lit it, and everyone started staring at the coil of incense.
‘Kalara, kakaka…’
At this time, Zhao Zhenbei, who had been taken down for interrogation, was brought up again.
It looked like he was only slightly injured, but because Mai Fan arrived quickly, he didn't suffer much at all.
But Mai Fan rushed over immediately after receiving the news, which made Zhao Zhenbei extremely grateful.
He looked at the elders of the Zhao family, and then at Mai Fan, who had no blood relationship but was devoted to him. An idea became clearer in his mind, but after suffering this crime, Zhao Zhenbei had learned
It's measured.
So he didn't say anything.
The green smoke was floating, and the atmosphere became increasingly weird. Mai Fan and Zhao Zhenbei were sitting quietly in the lobby, like brothers in distress waiting for the final approval.
'Stab...'
The sparks at one end of the incense thread burst out, and half of the entire incense thread had burned through.
When Manager Zhao saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief...
Elder Liu was still a little regretful and just shook his head at Mai Fan.
