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"Although my curiosity has almost completely died down, I still can't help but look forward to the male lead's appearance when I'm actually there..." Fan Qingbo muttered to himself.

"What male lead?" the scholar asked.

"Tao Jinjin, don't you think a peerless hero will come to save her riding on a colorful cloud?"

Everyone silently sweated. "Shopkeeper, you've been reading too many novels." The late emperor's repeated attempts to ban romance novels were not without reason.

"A peerless hero, huh..."

The scholar casually twirled his teacup, then suddenly looked up at the person to his left. Nan Wuyao was engrossed in drinking from a wine jug, oblivious to the several half-empty bottles he had knocked over, letting the wine spill all over the floor.

While the courtroom was still listing Tao Jinjin's countless crimes, someone finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"You Central Plains people really have to make a meeting over such a small matter." A man who looked like a foreigner muttered, but seeing that he had attracted Fan Qingbo's attention, he chuckled and stroked his bald head, saying, "Shopkeeper Fan, you know me, right? I'm from beyond the Great Wall. This so-called martial arts tournament in the Central Plains has nothing to do with me. I'm mainly here to find your man. What do you Central Plains people say again? 'I've come because of your reputation,' 'I've come because of your reputation!'"

"Who is this?" the scholar with selective amnesia asked, tilting his head.

"Cha Lang, the swordsman from Guanzhong." Fan Qingbo remembered him; he was the only one whose education level was lower than Fan Bing's. Fan Bing was so proud of him for days, walking with his head up, and he tripped and fell quite a few times.

Although she didn't understand what was so great about being able to speak the Central Plains dialect better than a foreigner who was visiting the Central Plains for the first time.

"Ah." The scholar suddenly spoke, his gaze turning to Cha Lang, as if deep in thought.

Upon hearing this, Cha Lang's eyes widened. "Could it be that Scholar Yin has also heard of me?!"

The scholar pondered, "Where have I heard this before..."

Cha Lang was so excited that his face trembled with excitement. He slapped his bald head with his big hand, making a loud slapping sound, and laughed heartily, "I never thought that my great name had spread throughout the Central Plains. Even the Silver Scholar has long admired me! Haha, haha!"

This is even more masterful use of words than Fan Bingbing's... Fan Qingbo sighed, "Guanxi swordsman, take care."

As expected, the scholar frowned slightly and raised his right hand to invite, "Brave Warrior Cha, please sit down."

Seeing his arrogant demeanor, the tenants, who knew his character well, silently took a step back. Only Cha Lang, the naive young man unaware of the dangers of the Central Plains martial arts world, sat down happily, fully expecting this scholar to discuss the mysteries of martial arts with him. Who knew that his first words were: "My valiant warrior, that's not how you use your famous name..."

Next, we'll discuss the usage of nouns, the usage of idioms, and then the use of humble and honorific language.

"The gentleman's etiquette is expressed in his words, and its essence lies in two things: humility and respect for others. As for humility..."

From his initial stunned state to his repeated attempts to interject but failing, and his inability to even make a move, Chalang finally foamed at the mouth, clutched his head, and shouted "I give up, I give up!" before leaping out of the window in a frenzied manner, leaving everyone in awe.

The scholar rose, put his hands behind his back, and looked in the direction the man had left. His eyes showed approval, and he nodded, saying, "The ancients said that it is of utmost importance to know one's mistakes and correct them. Cha Zhuangshi knew his mistake and was heartbroken. He is indeed a kind-hearted person."

Everyone silently rolled their eyes. It's because of your chanting that she's in such a state of grief!

"My husband is wonderful! Husband, have some tea!"

Fan Qingbo suppressed a laugh as she handed him tea, but what she really wanted to say was: Husband, you are so wonderfully silly!

The scholar was flattered by the praise, and his clear eyes lit up, like a stone thrown into a pond, shattering the stars. He took the tea, sipped it, and felt his cheeks flush slightly under his wife's ardent gaze. He said shyly, "Teaching and nurturing students is my duty as a husband. There's nothing to praise."

Everyone continued to roll their eyes. This guy is already stupid enough, Manager Fan, please don't add fuel to the fire and encourage him!

The scholar, oblivious to the unusual atmosphere, continued drinking his tea. Suddenly, he stopped, as if remembering something, and his eyes sharpened. He slammed down his teacup and stood up.

The commotion was so great that the trial proceedings in the hall had to be brought to a halt.

Even Nan Wuyao put down his wine pot, gazing at the solemn-looking scholar with unfathomable eyes.

With a slight flick of his wrist, which was hanging under the table, he formed a hand seal.

At the center of everyone's attention, the scholar pondered for a long time before finally clenching his fist and saying confidently, "I remember hearing about that strongman Cha somewhere before!" He turned to Fan Qingbo, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, "Wife, Shouheng said that this strongman Cha hasn't paid rent for three days."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of loud splattering sounds erupted as everyone coughed up blood and collapsed, unable to continue.

Fan Qingbo was nearly splattered with blood by the person opposite him, and was startled. He was pulled into the scholar's arms and couldn't help but click his tongue: "Does it have to be so dramatic? Really splattering blood? Or is it covered in tomato sauce? Huh?"