The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 170 Father and Son
“It’s a bit difficult to explain.”

Li Miao pinched his chin and rubbed it back and forth.

"You don't understand witchcraft, but I have an adopted daughter who is into it, so I know a little bit."

"Let's put it this way."

Li Miao pointed at Yongjie, and then pointed in the direction of Shaolin.

"Ge Puqi is dead, and the poisonous insect is now living in Master Yongjie's heart."

"The insect dies, Ling'er dies."

"If the poisonous insect doesn't die, Ling'er will become the Miao King in about seven or eight years."

An Ziyang sighed.

"so……"

There are still seven or eight years left, and as the abbot of Shaolin, Yongjie has a great chance of finding a solution within the Shaolin Temple alone.

Besides, Li Miao is only 35 years old now. He might become an immortal in seven or eight years. Is he afraid that he can’t deal with a small poisonous insect?

So An Ziyang was not too worried, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Miao was not too worried about this matter and turned to look at An Ziyang.

"Master Yongjie needs to rest for a while. He has improved his martial arts through evil means, which cost him a lot. He must be exhausted just now. Just let him rest here."

"Let's go out and find someone from the Twelve Sects and have a chat."

The Miao King was dead, and the poisonous insects stored in the pupa room were almost all killed, and the inheritance of witchcraft had basically been cut off. Li Miao's original purpose of coming to Miaojiang had been half accomplished.

What remains is to find the great witch of the twelve branches to solve the hidden danger of Xiao Si, and then deal with these people. Then the matter of Miaojiang will be declared over.

An Ziyang remembered something and said.

"Master, I just found a hole in the passage. It seems to be a secret room that was deliberately hidden by someone."

"Oh?"

Li Miao raised his eyebrows.

"Go and have a look."

So the two of them threw away the eternal ring and went straight to the passage, where they found the traces left by An Ziyang.

Li Miao squatted down and pressed his palm on the ground.

After a while, he raised his hand and stood up.

"There is no mechanism. It is sealed inside."

"It's more like a tomb than a secret room."

After saying that, he punched out with one fist, gathering his strength and punching only a hole in the ground that was big enough for one person to enter and exit. He punched another hole to the side, and used his Qi to pump air into it.

Li Miao didn't jump until the air from the side hole had lost its stale smell. An Ziyang lit a fire stick and followed closely behind.

The two men went down to the ground and looked around in the light of the fire.

Seeing this, An Ziyang lowered his voice and whispered to Li Miao.

"Master, there is someone behind you."

Li Miao turned his head and smiled.

"dead."

"dead?"

An Ziyang was surprised and turned around to take a closer look.

The man was seen sitting cross-legged on a cushion, wearing a linen shirt with his chest exposed. His shoulders were broad, and his arms almost reached his knees. His frame was extremely strong, and just when he was sitting, his chest was level with An Ziyang's. Even Li Miao looked elegant in comparison.

His hair was disheveled, and beneath it were thick eyebrows and sharp cheekbones. Although he was skinny, he looked as majestic as a sick tiger.

However, when An Ziyang looked closely, he found that this person was covered with a thin layer of dust, his chest was not moving, and his skin was shining with an abnormal oily sheen.

An Ziyang sniffed it carefully: "Wax?"

"Is this a wax figure?"

"No, the body was sealed in wax." "Who is this person? Why is he so close to the Miao people's pupae room? Who kept his body here?"

Li Miao was watching from the side of a wall at this time. When he heard An Ziyang's question, he turned around and smiled.

"You are young, and your family has no inheritance. He died before you were born, so it is normal that you don't know him."

Li Miao pointed at the man.

"This person's name is Yang Lixuan."

"He was the Ming Cult leader before Ji Tianrui, and also the last Ming Cult leader with the surname 'Yang'."

"It's him!?"

An Ziyang couldn't help but turn his head and look at this legendary figure.

If you were to name the most damnable person in the martial arts world over the past fifty years, there would probably be some debate. But if you were to name the person most people wanted to kill, it would undoubtedly be Yang Lixuan.

When he was in the underworld, he confiscated more houses than the Jinyiwei.

You know how damned he is.

Back then, Master Xingchi took the lead and the five major sects joined forces to attack the Ming Cult. The masters of the five sects lost all their dignity and fought him for seven or eight rounds before finally killing him at the Ming Cult headquarters.

But, shouldn't this person's body have been turned into ashes in the fire at the Mingjiao headquarters? How did he appear here?

Who brought his body here?
Li Miao smiled.

"Who else could it be?"

"A few days ago, I killed a man named Yang in Shaolin."

"He said that before the five major sects attacked the Ming Cult, Yang Lixuan had already been poisoned by Ji Tianrui. That's why he didn't escape, and that's why he lost to the masters of the five major sects."

"Then, how could Ji Tianrui poison Yang Lixuan?"

"Yang Lixuan was the leader of the Ming Cult. There were countless people who wanted to kill him. How could he not be on guard against poisoning? How close was Ji Tianrui to Yang Lixuan that he could bypass Yang Lixuan's defenses?"

"Thirty years ago, when Ji Tianrui first appeared, he was armed with the purest martial arts of the Ming Cult. Who taught him this martial arts?"

"The Miao king before Madam Yongjie gave birth to Ji Tianrui. Who did he have this child with?"

Li Miao's words were not only a question to An Ziyang, but also an attempt to sort out the clues.

After the question was asked, the answer came naturally.

"Ji Tianrui's father... is Yang Lixuan!"

An Ziyang looked at Yang Lixuan's body and exclaimed.

Li Miao nodded.

"It should be correct. Only in this way can all the previous questions be explained."

"Where did Ji Tianrui learn Ming Cult martial arts? It was taught to him by the Cult leader Yang Lixuan."

"Ji Tianrui is the son of the Miao King. Why did he appear in the Ming Cult and become the leader? Because he is the son of Yang Lixuan."

"It is precisely because of this that he was able to poison Yang Lixuan."

Li Miao also looked at the lifelike corpse.

"Before Ji Tianrui, the person who connected the Ming Cult and the Miao people was the Ming Cult leader, Yang Lixuan."

"It wasn't until his body appeared here, the origin of the Miao people's witchcraft and the lair of the Miao king, that I finally became convinced of this."

"The person who transported Yang Lixuan's body here and preserved it was either his mistress, the former Miao King Ge Puduo, or the former leader of the Ming Cult, Ji Tianrui, who has already died."

An Ziyang frowned and thought for a moment, then asked again.

"But, why did Ji Tianrui want to kill Yang Lixuan?"

"Why did Yang Lixuan marry the Miao King, give birth to a son who doesn't have his last name, and train him to be such a master?"

Li Miao smiled and looked around the secret room.

"Ji Tianrui led me here, so he must have prepared some clues."

"The answer is in this secret room."

(End of this chapter)