The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 185 Yin Ruihua

Shuntian Prefecture, at the foot of Tianshou Mountain, the imperial tomb.

Li Miao, wearing a bronze mask, stood on the branch of an ancient tree, looking far away in the direction of the imperial mausoleum.

"Oh, you're just trying to get into a trap, right?"

Li Miao chuckled when he saw that the number of defenders at Shanaokou was much thinner than last night.

Wang Zhi's plan was an open one. He calculated that the Ming Cult could not afford to delay, so he deliberately exposed his flaws and waited for the Ming Cult to rush in.

Therefore, there was no intention to keep the imperial mausoleum garrison secret. The garrison entered the city openly through the main gate of the capital, just to let the Mingjiao people see it clearly.

Of course, the one who also saw it clearly was Li Miao.

Last night, Li Miao appeared in the imperial mausoleum as "Ji Tianrui", but the court withdrew the garrison the next day. Even a fool could see that there was something fishy.

However, Li Miao didn't care whether there was an ambush.

Anyway, wearing this mask, he is Ji Tianrui.

As long as he cannot be kept, the Ming Cult will have to settle the account. What does it have to do with him, a Jinyiwei captain who is dedicated to his duties, conscientious, and willing to work overtime in the middle of the night?
Li Miao tapped the tree branch lightly with his feet and rose several feet into the air. Then, like a puff of green smoke, he quickly floated towards the imperial mausoleum.

The remaining guards in the imperial mausoleum were patrolling. One of them suddenly felt the moonlight above his head dim. He was startled and looked up, but saw only a bright moon.

He looked around. There were no buildings or trees around, so there was nowhere to hide. Unless someone could fly, there was no way they could escape his sight.

"Clouds?"

He put down his hand that was pressing on the hilt of the knife, shook his head, and felt as if he was afraid of everything. He walked quickly towards his colleagues.

Li Miao had already reached the outside of the wall of Emperor Jiajing's mausoleum.

Before he got close, Li Miao could already smell the strong smell of blood coming from inside.

This time, Li Miao did not come for Ji Tianrui.

According to Wang Hai's description, the person he saw that night being escorted here by Wang Zhi was clearly a celestial being. Moreover, he was a celestial being who could actively cultivate two paths and fall into the five declines of celestial beings.

And this celestial being has been imprisoned by the emperor for twenty-one years.

"Why haven't there been any gods in the martial arts world?"

The Ming Cult has already produced four or five celestial beings so far, so why don’t Shaolin and Wudang have any?
Perhaps this question will be answered tonight.

The answer to this question is the key to Li Miao's ability to gain a foothold in this world, and it is more important than ten Ji Tianrui.

Therefore, no matter whether this was a trap set by Ji Tianrui or a trap set by the court, Li Miao had to come and see it with his own eyes.

Li Miao stepped forward, raised his hand and knocked gently on the door, smiled mischievously, lowered his voice, and said something in a low voice.

"Is anyone home?"

boom! ! !
The door exploded!

A fist as big as a bowl shot out from the flying wood chips and stabbed straight into Li Miao's face!
"What a thief! You dare to come here!"

"But don't even think about leaving. Leave your life behind!"

Wang Zhi’s shouting was heard from the yard.

He was ecstatic.

To be honest, although he said it with certainty, he was not 100% sure whether the Ming Cult would dare to come.

I didn't expect that he would dare to come in that day!
Wang Zhi glanced at the nine figures around him, plus the one who had already attacked out of the courtyard, there were ten priests in total.

Ten celestial beings who have merged their two paths into one!
I just don’t believe that I can’t keep a mere Ming Cult like you!
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At the same time, the mausoleum of the founding emperor of Dashuo.

Ji Tianrui looked in the direction of Li Miao and smiled sweetly.

"Lord Li is indeed very heroic. He actually went in alone."

"It would be great if he could make peace with my Ming Cult after seeing the truth."

Behind her, an extremely tall old man with his hands almost hanging down to his knees snorted coldly.

"Your last name is Ji, not Yang. My Yang family's cooperation with you does not mean that you can shamelessly act like a leader."

Ji Tianrui didn't care at all and chuckled.

"Why do you have to be so heartless?" "Ji Tianrui is the biological son of Sect Leader Yang Lixuan Yang."

"And I am Ji Tianrui's biological daughter. In fact, my relationship with Master Yang is even closer than yours. Why do you have to draw a line between you and me?"

"After all, it was my vicious father who murdered Master Yang, not me."

The words were spoken lightly, but they were thought-provoking!
The life experience of Ji Tianrui that Li Miao was looking into was revealed by her so easily.

Ji Tianrui is the daughter of Ji Tianrui and the second Miao King!
When the old man heard this, he didn't give any face at all and spat on the ground.

"Bah, you two are unworthy! I was stained with the dirty blood of the Miao King to give birth to two pieces of trash like you!"

The old man raised his hand and tapped his chest with his thumb.

"Whether one is a member of the Yang family or not is not determined by whose blood is closer. What is determined is whether one has a straight spine!"

"You two little snakes who can only hide in the dark and bite people are not worthy of the blood of my Yang family!"

Ji Tianrui didn't take it as an offense at all, she just smiled and nodded.

"Yes, yes. Who can compare to the heroes of your Yang family? When the founding emperor of Dashuo established the country, your Yang family worked hard and made great contributions."

"It's a pity... alas..."

Ji Tianrui was halfway through his speech when he shook his head and sighed.

The old man's face suddenly turned red and he looked at Ji Tianrui. Then he turned his head and stared at the mausoleum in front of him.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and uttered a word.

"My Yang family will soon collect the debt owed to us."

"Start at his grave!"

He raised his right fist and suddenly smashed it on the wall.

boom! ! !
The debris flew out, breaking the trees and then embedding deeply into the bluestone slabs on the ground.

Ji Tianrui and the old man did not go in.

The old man suddenly roared angrily.

"get out!"

A silence.

After a long time, an old sigh was heard from the main hall of the mausoleum.

"Ugh……"

"It's said that wealth doesn't last for more than three generations, and poverty doesn't last for more than five generations. After a bloodline has been passed down for a few generations, it's time to change."

"Why are you Yang family members so stubborn? After one hundred and seventy-seven years, you are still the same as you were back then, like the stones in the toilet, smelly and hard."

A withered old man trembled and walked slowly out of the hall. A middle-aged man supported him and walked to the middle of the hall door and stood still.

A pair of cloudy eyes looked at the old man from the Yang family.

The old man from the Yang family stared at the old man, his eyes red, and squeezed out his name from between his teeth.

"Yin, Rui, Hua!"

"You are indeed alive!"

The name of the current dynasty was "Shuo".

What does the word “Shuo” mean?

The sun and the moon push against each other, the sun expands and the moon speeds up, and when they are in the same place, it is called the new moon.

When the sun and the moon intersect and yin and yang complement each other, it is called "Shuo".

Where there is "Yang", there is "Yin". Where there is a Yang family, there is naturally a Yin family.

However, unlike the Yang family which has been passed down from generation to generation, the Yin family has only had one person from beginning to end.

It was this old man with cloudy eyes, decayed flesh and blood, and on the verge of death - Yin Ruihua.

(End of this chapter)