The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 142 Disguise
As soon as Li Miao said this, the room suddenly became quiet.

Only the top card was struggling, constantly making a "ho ho" sound from his throat.

But the rich young man didn't believe it at all.

He was quite wealthy, and he usually hung out with women. He had played with all the top girls in Huguang. How could he not be able to tell the difference between men and women?
This top-ranking prostitute named Rui'er was not only not a man, but also a woman among women! She was softer and more considerate than all the top-ranking prostitutes he had seen and slept with before. Otherwise, how could he have stayed in her boudoir for half a month?

"Disguise? Do you think I'm a fool from the countryside? How can you say such a ridiculous thing?"

The rich young man said in a cold voice.

If it comes to sticking on a beard, putting some makeup on the face to make oneself look a little different from usual, most street vendors know one or two tricks.

But the real "disguise" technique has been lost in Dashuo.

The reason is very simple. This martial art poses too great a threat to the imperial court.

At the beginning of this dynasty, there was a man who got this skill from nowhere, and he was gifted, and he practiced it secretly until he reached the mastery. He only knew this skill of disguise, but he had no light skills or fighting skills, so he could not replace others. He was not a smart man, and under the hunger and cold, he made a very, very stupid decision.

He disguised himself as the prime minister of the time and then went to eat a bowl of wontons.

No money was given.

God have mercy on him, he was the prime minister of the founding of the country and a person who would be written into books and biographies.

Therefore, no one dares to really care about this little thing.

So he became more and more daring, changing clothes, visiting brothels, riding his horse in the street and injuring people, and even beating up the police who came to question him. Just because of that face, no one dared to bother with him.

The emperor was furious when the matter reached his ears. He ordered the Imperial Guards to bring the prime minister to the hall for questioning. He asked him earnestly whether he had treated him too badly and whether he needed to be rewarded with some gold and silver. He even hinted that "you don't have to be so honest. I also understand that there will be no fish in clear water. Be a little greedy and don't do such shameful things."

The prime minister was so ashamed that he almost banged his head against a pillar and died.

Later, the Jinyiwei found out about the matter, killed the man who could disguise himself, and plundered the whole country, making this kind of martial arts become a legend.

In this case, it is no wonder that the rich young man did not believe it.

Moreover, he had not only "seen" it, but also "used" it from top to bottom, inside and out. How could he be a man?
Li Miao sneered, without saying much, his true energy flowed into the body of the top performer along his meridians.

In the pale face of the rich young man, the top card seemed like a piece of stretched-out paper, with muscles and bones rolling and shifting under the skin and flesh. In just a moment, it became another person, and clearly a thin and handsome man.

The rich young man was startled at first, then he looked at the man's face carefully and let out a long breath.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a pretty one."

He had played with men before. Raising a book boy was not uncommon in Dashuo, and as long as the boy was good-looking, it was not shameful.

All we can say is that rich people may not be as happy as poor people imagine, but the "happiness" of rich people is something that poor people cannot even imagine.

Li Miao frowned at his reaction.

He threw the man to the ground and stepped on his pelvis.

Click!

"Ahhhh!!——"

With a scream, the man grabbed at the air with his hands and crawled on the ground, but his lower body didn't react at all and just swung around on the ground.

"You Ming Cult people all know me, so I won't say more. You must die today, but how you die, how long you die, whether you die in a pile, a ball, or a puddle, all make a difference."

"This kind of skill is not something that anyone can learn. You are a top-notch master, so your status is not low."

"Speaking of which, where is Ji Tianrui?"

The top performer was already desperate. In a state of desperation, she looked up at the rich young master and said sadly, "An Lang, a day of marriage is like a hundred days of grace. For the sake of our half-month relationship, please save me!"

The rich young man just snorted.

"As long as they look good, I don't care whether they are men or women. But I paid the money, you showed your beauty, and we were even, but you lied to me."

"I paid to sleep with a woman, but you are a man. This is called mismatching. I started my business as an An family, but I don't have a family tradition of being soft on those who cheat me out of money."

After saying that, he bowed to Li Miao.

"Thank you for your help, hero. I, An Ziyang, have only ever been cheated by women. If the news that I was cheated by a man for half a month spread out, I'm afraid I would be ridiculed by my friends for many years."

"This sword was collected by my father. It can cut iron like mud. The scabbard is made of shark skin, and the hilt is made of ivory inlaid with jade. It is extremely valuable. I will give it to you as a thank you gift!"

He put down his sword and walked out of the room.

When we reached the first floor, the madam came up to us and asked what the commotion was.

An Ziyang calmly threw a stack of banknotes over and said, "A friend has come and is having some fun. I'll take care of the place today. No matter what noise you make, don't disturb us." The old brothel owner smiled happily and nodded in agreement.

It was not until he walked out of the door and onto the street that An Ziyang's face relaxed, sweating profusely, and panting. Then he ran as fast as he could into the distance.

Li Miao watched him disappear from his sight with a smile and shook his head.

"Interesting, quite clever."

He immediately turned around, walked to the top star's side, and kicked him in the chest.

"Ho-ho-"

The top performer suddenly straightened his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a roar like a wild beast.

Li Miao walked to a chair nearby and sat down. He lowered his head to pick up a pot of wine that was still intact, took a clean cup, and slowly poured himself a glass.

"Today is the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month. In order to find you, I have killed thirty-seven Mingjiao bastards in the past four days, and also killed more than one hundred and forty rotten lives."

"You must know where Ji Tianrui is. I have plenty of time and means."

Li Miao glanced at him and said lightly.

"Hold on for now. I'll torture you in another way in half an hour."

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It’s the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the morning light is dim.

Li Miao walked onto the street and stretched.

Take a step and walk in one direction.

After a while, they arrived at an extremely luxurious and large courtyard and were about to walk in.

The doorman at the door held out his hand to stop him and asked politely, "Can you tell me your name? If I know you, I can let you know in advance so as not to neglect you."

"It is my duty. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

The job of a concierge is one that requires the most discerning eyes, and it is also the least likely to be done by someone who is overbearing and overbearing. This person is obviously used to this job, and his words are watertight.

Li Miao glanced at him and smiled silently.

Bang!
The doorman flew backwards, spurting out a stream of blood in mid-air. After he fell to the ground, his head tilted and he lost his voice.

"A second-rate expert who practices the inner strength passed down by the Mingjiao Thick Earth Banner. Do you think I'm blind?"

Li Miao said this and walked inside as if no one was around.

"What's going on!?"

"who!?"

The guards heard the noise and rushed out from the side room. They saw the body on the ground and turned pale. Then they looked at Li Miao and their hands trembled involuntarily.

This is Quanzhou City, the residence of the An family!

Where did this murderer come from, and he came straight in to kill us!
Even if he is a hero of the Green Forest, if he acts so unscrupulously, isn't he afraid that the Royal Guards will come to his door?
The leading guard hesitated for a moment and spoke to Li Miao with a solemn expression.

"Sir, are you seeking wealth or revenge? If it is wealth, I can report to the master and I will definitely satisfy you."

Li Miao didn't say anything at all. He squinted his eyes and looked around.

He already knew the martial arts foundation of these guards very well.

Li Miao raised his hand into a palm and pressed down into the air.

Buzz! ! ——

A buzz.

Dozens of guards felt a huge force suddenly exerted on them, like a mountain pressing down on their heads, and it was hard to resist. For a moment, they all knelt on the ground like harvested wheat straw, but they couldn't hold on any longer and lay on the ground again. "Magic! Magic!" The leading guard shouted wildly in his heart.

This is not martial arts at all!

Li Miao didn't care at all. He walked to the side of a person, raised his foot and stepped on the person's head, slowly pressing down.

"Is Ji Tianrui still here? You have three breaths to answer."

"One, two."

"three."

Bang!
The head was crushed alive, and red and white things flew out, splashing on the bodies and faces of the other security guards.

Li Miao walked to the side of another person and stepped on his back.

"All of you only have three breaths of time."

"One, two."

"three."

Bang!
The same thing happened over and over again, and in a short while three or four people were killed.

The head of the guard was pressed down so hard that he couldn't turn his head. He could only see a pair of boots passing in front of him. After each boot passed by, there was a "one, two, three" sound, and then liquid splashed on his body.

The man died on the ground before he could even utter a sound of wail or scream.

He could neither see how Li Miao killed people, nor be sure whether he would be the next person to die.

He was terribly frightened. If he could still move, he would rather commit suicide than suffer such torture.

The boot passed him for the fifth time.

Stopped in front of him.

“No! No…No!”

"No, no..."

He struggled to speak: "I don't know any Ji Tianrui!!! Please! Don't kill me!!!"

Li Miao raised his eyebrows: "Of course I know you don't know him."

"I want to ask you, what major events have happened in your house in the past few days?"

"Is there anyone whose appearance remains the same but whose behavior is different from usual? Or is there a place in your house that no one would normally go to, which could hide 20 to 30 people? Tell me about it."
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This is the study room in the back hall of the mansion.

"Father, it's absolutely true!"

An Ziyang said to a middle-aged man with a big belly and dressed like a wealthy businessman.

"That person made it clear that he was looking for Ji Tianrui!"

"The people of the Ming Cult are hiding in our Quanzhou City!"

He walked around the room a few steps, then turned and spoke to the middle-aged man.

"Father, we can't get involved in this mess! Even Shaolin can't stop us, and Master Xingchi has passed away!"

"If we get involved, I'm afraid our whole family will die!"

"Run! We don't need the family business anymore. As long as we are still alive, we can always make a comeback!"

The middle-aged man frowned, stroked his beard, and raised his hand to motion An Ziyang to sit down.

"When you are busy, you will have more trouble. Think it through first, then make plans. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be even more troublesome."

"What level of martial arts is that person at?"

An Ziyang reached out for the tea bowl, drank it all in one gulp, took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"do not know."

The middle-aged man said in surprise: "I don't know?"

"You have been practicing martial arts since you were young, and now you are almost at the top level. How can you not tell what realm he is at?"

An Ziyang smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah, I just can't see it."

The middle-aged man pondered for a while and asked, "How did you meet that top performer? What did you say in the middle? Tell me in detail."

The more An Ziyang spoke, the uglier the middle-aged man's expression became, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

He thought for a moment and spoke solemnly.

"broken."

"I'm afraid that my father and I have fallen into the Ming Cult's trap."

"Tell me in detail the appearance of the person who revealed the identity of the top player."

An Ziyang described Li Miao's appearance. As the middle-aged man listened, a barely perceptible gloom flashed in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, made a decision, and stood up suddenly.

"He can even imitate the difference between men and women so perfectly... Not good!"

"What kind of Ming Cult is hiding in this Quanzhou city?"

"That damn Ming Cult is probably hiding in our house!"

"Let's go, let's go now! Don't take anyone or anything with you, let's go up to the room and leave directly!"

An Ziyang turned pale when he heard this.

But he lost his mother at a young age and depended on his father for everything. The two of them built this family business together and had full confidence in each other's judgment.

Without any hesitation, An Ziyang stood up, walked to the door with the middle-aged man, opened the door, and was about to go upstairs and leave.

But they all stood there in a daze.

At the door, Li Miao took a piece of silk that he had torn from somewhere, stepped on the steps, and carefully wiped the red and white stuff off his boots.

When he looked up, he saw the two of them and smiled kindly.

"Oh? Are you two going out?"

An Ziyang did not answer for a moment. He looked up at the corridor outside the yard and broke out in a cold sweat.

In the corridor, scarlet liquid was splashed everywhere, but there was no corpse.

Look at the amount of liquid...I'm afraid there are two or three people.

An Ziyang's mind raced as he forced a smile.

"Sir, what do you want from me?"

"But are you not satisfied with the sword I gave you last night? It doesn't matter. My An family has plenty of money and a certain reputation in the martial arts world. In the backyard, there are weapons that my An family has collected over the years, all kinds of weapons. Among them are several good swords, all of which were famous magic weapons in the martial arts world of the previous dynasty."

"If you are interested, I will give them to you."

Li Miao glanced at him, smiled, and pointed at the middle-aged man.

"I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see him."

He turned to look at the middle-aged man standing beside him and spoke lightly.

"Why didn't you say anything? Were you scared when you saw it was me?"

An Ziyang frowned at first, then was suddenly startled and turned to look at the middle-aged man.

"Father!"

The middle-aged man still didn't speak, his eyes fixed on Li Miao.

(End of this chapter)