The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 133 Waiting
Li Miao stretched out his hand and grabbed the notebook from Yang Yueze's arms.

After putting away the notes, Li Miao picked up the corpse, flew onto the roof, and looked around.

It was not even the second watch yet, and the temple was completely silent, so there was no need to worry about being seen.

The Ming Cult invaded Shaolin and destroyed many buildings. Most of them had not been repaired yet, and they lay there in a black mass, which was just the right size to stuff a corpse in.

Once the mask was torn off, no one could recognize him. They just thought that a Mingjiao thief was killed by a building.

After taking care of the aftermath, Li Miao clapped his hands, turned around and went back to the courtyard, and went back to his room to rest as if nothing had happened.

God have mercy on him, he is already thirty-five.

Even if the sky falls and the earth collapses, nothing is higher than the word "health preservation".

Yin Minjun was sitting upright in the house. When she heard Li Miao's footsteps in the yard, she was at a loss for a moment. Then she heard Li Miao return to the house and close the door, and she sighed as if relieved.

Immediately, she remembered Li Miao's words, "If there is anything, let's talk about it tomorrow night," and her ears turned red involuntarily.

We will not go into details about Yin Minjun’s struggle that night.

When it was bright, Li Miao got up slowly and opened the door. He saw Yin Minjun dressed neatly, sitting on a stone bench in the yard, with a long sword on her knees, which was condensed with some dew. She must have been sitting there for a while.

"Elder Yin, you're up so early?"

Li Miao asked casually.

He was an old hand, so he could take his time. But Yin Minjun was confused, and answered in a barely audible voice, and then said nothing more.

Li Miao smiled and didn't care. He went to wash up and pack his luggage.

Outside the door, Yongjie had already asked someone to bring two horses and tied them at the door.

The two men followed an empty path, left Shaolin from a side door, rode their horses for a while, and took a detour to the main gate of Shaolin.

At this time, there was already a lot of noise outside the Shaolin Temple.

Xing Chi abdicated, Shaolin changed its leader, and the successor was a "Yongjie" who no one knew. Jianghu people like to join in the fun, and for such a big event, even many big sects that were not invited rushed to the scene as soon as they received the news.

Li Miao and Yin Minjun heard voices from a distance and looked at each other.

"Sir, do you want to put some dust on your body?" Yin Minjun asked.

"It's okay. Just pull the collar and make some wrinkles on the corners of the shirt."

Li Miao waved his hand.

"You, me, and Yongjie set out together. Everyone at the Miao King's Tomb saw it with their own eyes."

"Yongjie is a direct descendant of Shaolin, so he rushed all the way, day and night, and returned to Shaolin ahead of time. It makes sense that he didn't show up with us."

"We just thought we received the news that Shaolin was safe, so we drove slowly and just happened to arrive. There's no need to make it too messy, otherwise it would not match our speed."

"The commander will send people to record our whereabouts along the way, so don't worry."

After saying this, the two men led their horses into the crowd and followed the flow to the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Normally, people from all the big sects would enter Shaolin from the side door first, without having to wait outside. As the second in command of the Hengshan Sect, Yin Minjun did not have to wait for the main door to open with the small and medium-sized forces and the wandering people outside the gate.

But Li Miao thought that the more people saw them arrive, the better.

The two of them blended in with the crowd calmly, waiting to be admitted.

However, no matter how low-key the two of them are, they still stand out among this group of people.

Let’s not talk about martial arts, let’s just talk about appearance.

Li Miao is handsome and heroic, with a pair of eyes like big stars. Yin Minjun has picturesque eyebrows and eyes, like snow gathered in the moon, and has a heroic spirit from years of sword training.

When the two men led their horses to that station, many people from the martial arts world felt ashamed of themselves and subconsciously stayed away from them.

Many people were excited to see the prey and wanted to come forward to chat, but they didn't know how to start.

After a while, a few young people came over.

One of the leaders held the middle of the scabbard with his right hand, pressed the hilt on his shoulder, put his left hand on his right hand, and saluted Li Miao.

"Hello, both of you." Just by looking at the greeting, you can tell that this person is a good child who knows the rules and is polite.

Holding the middle of the scabbard with the right hand and pressing the hilt against the shoulder makes it inconvenient to draw the sword. Most people are right-handed, so pressing the right hand with the left hand means that you are not using your hand.

This way of saluting is applicable to most weapons. If you use a knife, hold the scabbard; if you use a gun, hold the gun body backwards; if you use a strange weapon, hold the handle backwards; if you use a whip, hold the middle of the whip and wrap it around your hand. In short, do whatever is most inconvenient.

According to the rules, this kind of etiquette is followed when meeting someone for the first time.

Of course, that's what they say, but most of the wanderers don't follow the rules.

Li Miao had been out of Beijing for such a long time, but this was the first time he saw someone perform such a standard salute, and he found it novel for a moment.

"Hello, little brother."

He nodded as a return gesture.

His casual attitude was a bit rude, but with his appearance and temperament, it seemed natural.

The man stretched out his hand and introduced himself first.

"We are disciples of the Huanhua Sword Sect, and we are here to pay our respects."

Several people reported their names.

"I was waiting outside the door, and seeing that you two were so handsome, we wanted to make some friends."

"You haven't asked for advice yet?"

Li Miao smiled and said, "Jianghu Sanren, Li Miao."

"This is my friend, Lady Yin."

"I have admired you for a long time, I have admired you for a long time."

"Disrespectful, disrespectful."

After some pleasantries and small talk, they became familiar with each other.

The few of them were young at heart, and it was their first time to go down the mountain and travel the rivers and lakes together. They didn't know how dangerous the rivers and lakes were, so Li Miao exposed their true colors in just a few words. Not only did they not notice it, but they also felt closer to Li Miao.

"Brother Li, you and Lady Yin are..."

A female disciple avoided Yin Minjun and asked quietly.

She usually read a lot of story books and had a lot of fantasies about immortal couples and traveling together in the rivers and lakes. Seeing the two people so graceful, as if they were characters from her imagination, she couldn't help but step forward and ask a question.

Li Miao nodded: "One more step."

"ah!"

The female disciple exclaimed softly, turned around and whispered a few words to her fellow disciples, which made her ears turn red.

If Li Miao said that he was already with Yin Minjun, she wouldn't be so excited.

It is this “one step away” that makes people imagine more.

But she didn't know that with Yin Minjun's martial arts skills, it was impossible for him not to hear her question. He had been eavesdropping with his ears perked up, and now his ears were even redder than hers.

The leading young man smiled apologetically at Li Miao and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Li."

"This is the first time for us junior sisters to come down the mountain. We have been spoiled by our teachers in the sect. I hope you can forgive me for asking random questions."

Li Miao glanced at Yin Minjun, who was standing aside with her head down and silent, her ears so red that blood was about to drip out, and smiled casually.

"No problem, good question."

A few people chatted while waiting for the door to open.

As they were chatting, they heard a cold snort from the side.

"Humph, you are a bunch of bookworms. Why don't you stay at home and recite your crappy poems? Do you want to imitate others and go out to travel around the world?"

Li Miao turned his head and saw a group of martial artists armed with swords and knives, looking at him with disdain.

(End of this chapter)