The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 158 What is Jinyiwei

Li Miao twisted his fingers and roughly thought about it in his mind.

About fifty or sixty years ago, a poisonous insect controlled the corpse of the Miao King and walked out of the Miao King's tomb. It found the twelve branches and parasitized on a Miao woman named "Ge Puduo", who gave birth to Ji Tianrui.

Thirty years ago, Ji Tianrui defeated the five major sects and took over the Ming Cult.

Fifteen years ago, Ge Puduo ordered the great witches of the twelve clans to cooperate with the Ming Cult in a rebellion. As a result, Ji Tianrui died, and the Ming Cult was crippled and went underground.

Ge Pu Duo also passed away at that time, and the poisonous worm turned to parasitize the current Miao King "Ge Pu Qi" and gave birth to Ji Tianrui.

Ten years ago, Ge Puqi left Miaojiang for unknown reasons, met Yongjie, and disappeared after giving birth to a daughter. It seems that she returned to Miaojiang at that time.

It's not that complicated. It's just that there were two Miao kings who gave birth to two leaders of the Ming Cult. It can be summarized in one sentence.

However, there are still two questions.

First, where did Ji Tianrui’s Ming Cult martial arts come from?
Second, by this calculation, Ji Tianrui is only fifteen years old? Fifteen years old, a celestial being with three paths in one? Even Bodhidharma wouldn't dare to make such a joke!

Obviously, two very important characters are missing in this story - the mothers of the two leaders have been found, but where is their father?
These two questions most likely fall on these two unknown fathers.

Li Miao turned to look at the old man and asked the classic question, "Where are you going, Dad?"

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sir, we don't know this either."

"Although it is very important to know this, we dare not investigate under the tyranny of the Miao King."

"That's all I know. We can't help you with anything else, sir."

"Oh?"

Li Miao nodded.

"That's it."

"So you're useless, right?"

As soon as Li Miao said this, the old man suddenly broke out in sweat, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled.

How could he not understand the meaning of this sentence - it's useless, you will die!

"Sir... everything we did before was forced upon us!"

The old man was in tears.

Li Miao spread his hands.

"Then I don't care. Your ancestors caused trouble and you joined in the fun. Who else can I go after if not you?"

The old man shouted.

"Ming Cult! Miao King!"

Li Miao smiled disdainfully.

"It's not like I won't kill them. You have to take their share of the blame. One thing at a time."

"Besides, I'm about to kill the man who forced you to do evil. Is it appropriate for you not to help?"

Neither of them said it clearly, but they both understood what the other meant.

Li Miao wanted them to go with him to find the Miao King, but the old man was afraid that the Miao King would see that they were traitors, so he directly activated the poisonous insect to kill all the people from the twelve branches.

Before, they secretly gave reminders and left clues, intending to inform the court of the matter and let the court kill King Miao, while they stood aside and watched the fire from the other side.

Li Miao walked forward, put his hand on his head and shook it a few times.

"Old man, just because I didn't kill you just now, do you think I'm a good person?"

"You think you can order me to kill people for you just by playing pitiful tricks and crying a few times, and you hide behind and watch the show?"

"Don't forget, there are no good people in my Jinyiwei."

Li Miao smiled grimly.

"More evil than evil men, more vicious than vicious men."

"Big mistakes will behead you, small mistakes will be chopped off your hands, go too far to correct the wrongs, cut off the roots. Kill until you would rather die than do evil."

"This is the Jinyiwei."

Li Miao's hands gradually bent into claws and clasped the old man's head tightly, getting tighter and tighter, until the old man wailed and blood flowed from his head.

"Besides, don't think that you can get yourself out of this mess just because you said it was clean. Why did such white lotuses like you bloom out of such a pile of shit?"

"You didn't send anyone to Shuntianfu fifteen years ago?"

"The Ming Cult has gathered so many Gu soldiers, and you didn't contribute?"

"Only a ghost can believe it!"

"If you want to live, hand in your letter of surrender first."

The old man could no longer endure the torture. He felt that in a few moments, his head would be crushed by Li Miao, so he could only wail.

"My lord! My lord! I will go! I will go!"

Li Miao then let go of his head, letting the old man fall to the ground, tears streaming down his face, gasping for breath. After a while, when the old man recovered, Li Miao said calmly.

"From those lying on the ground, pick a few capable witches and take them with you."

"Let's go and kill that Miao King right now."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then spoke anxiously.

"Sir, why don't you wait for the imperial army? The Miao King is not as weak as we are. What if something goes wrong?"

Li Miao glanced at him strangely.

"Do I look like I have a lot of time?"

"Hurry up. After killing the people here, I have to rush to Shuntian Prefecture to kill more people."

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At the same time, outside the Twelve Clan Villages.

Yongjie finally arrived.

An Ziyang followed behind, feeling dizzy and seeing stars. He felt like he was going to fall to the ground and pass out.

God has mercy on him. After Yongjie's training from Xingchi and his previous foundation, he is now truly top-notch. There is a gap between him and a second-rate person like him, and there are thirty Liu Baiyuns and two Mei Qinghes.

Yongjie used Qinggong to hurry on his way. He was dragged to this place. It was already the limit for him not to faint.

"Master... Master, I, I can't do it anymore..."

After saying that, An Ziyang fell to the ground with a bang. His eyes were empty and his whole body seemed to have turned black and white.

Yongjie turned his head and looked at him, then said, "Please wait here for a moment, benefactor. I will go find Leader Lao of the Beggars' Sect."

After saying that, he left, leaving An Ziyang here with his eyes closed to regulate his breathing.

After a while, Yongjie came back with Lao Qifeng.

"Master, little brother, please follow me. Be careful not to let people from other sects see you."

Lao Qifeng gave some instructions and led the two to the entrance of the secret passage where Li Miao entered.

"Lord Li has already gone in. If you want to look for him, you can go in from here."

"The other families are here. I can't leave for too long. I'm leaving first."

After that, he turned around and left.

Yongjie turned and looked at An Ziyang.

"Donor, please wait here. If I can't come out, you can bring a message back to Shaolin for me."

An Ziyang forced a smile.

"I'll go down too."

Yongjie stared into An Ziyang's eyes, trying to find a hint of hesitation in them.

But, no. An Ziyang was serious.

"Why? This matter has nothing to do with you, why take the risk?"

An Ziyang twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to show a cool smile.

"Master, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"The truth."

"The truth is, the Ming Cult offended my An family and almost killed my father. Even if I can't do anything, I can't just sit there and wait for others to avenge me. Even if I can spit on its grave myself, it's worth it for me to go down and take a look."

"Where are the lies?"

An Ziyang smiled.

"The lie is that I lost my mother when I was young, and my situation is similar to Ling'er's. I also know how important the master is to her."

"I took his father away. If I can't bring him back, I won't be able to live. I might as well die with him."

It is difficult to tell what is true and what is false, and what is more and what is less, all of which is hidden under An Ziyang's cynical expression.

Yongjie suddenly felt that this boy was not so annoying.

"Huh? I think what I said is quite sophisticated..."

An Ziyang suddenly raised his hand and touched his chin, glancing at Yongjie mischievously out of the corner of his eye.

"I have to write this down quickly and tell my sister Ling'er when I get home. She will definitely admire me to death after hearing it."

"..."

Amitabha, I still hate it.

(End of this chapter)