The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 53 Mind

Li Miao stood up and walked out of the room, followed closely by the Huashan Sect members.

Gao Ling hesitated for a moment and did not say anything. She followed Li Miao under Zuo Lishan's cold gaze.

There were disciples of the Taishan Sect waiting outside the door, leading Li Miao and his group to a private residence in the back mountain.

Zuo Lishan stared at Li Miao until Li Miao and others disappeared from his sight for a while, then he turned around and greeted everyone in the room.

"Master Deng, long time no see..."

"Master Zuo, it's been a long time since we last met..."

There is no mention of how Zuo Lishan explained what had just happened to everyone in the room.

Li Miao and his group followed the Taishan disciples to the private residence.

Zuo Lishan would not disgust people by arranging a place in the middle of nowhere. This private house is really nice, with eaves and corners, and it is very quiet. There are no neighbors nearby. I think it must be an old house where an old man from the Taishan Sect liked quietness and lived alone.

If a dozen or twenty people died here, the news probably wouldn't get out.

Li Miao and his group had already set out from Tai'an City late, and it was already close to noon.

After a while, disciples from Mount Tai brought some food.

The Taishan Sect was a large and powerful sect with many disciples, so of course it had its own kitchen and chef. These dishes were still steaming hot when they were delivered. They didn't look like big pot meals, but were made in a small kitchen specially for the old men in the sect. They looked even more delicious than the wine shop in Tai'an City.

However, the people from Huashan Sect and Gao Ling did not dare to eat it.

The guest who came today was a bad one. Others didn't understand, but Zuo Lishan must have known that Li Miao went up the mountain to kill him.

What's more, Zuo Lishan's evil skills are not ordinary evil skills, but are practiced in conjunction with witchcraft.

Who dares to eat the food sent by Zuo Lishan so carelessly?
The others were fine, but Gao Ling, who had witnessed Zuo Lishan's inhuman appearance with her own eyes, couldn't help but stay away from the food, as if she was afraid that a bug would jump out of it at any time.

Li Miao smiled, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of mushroom and put it into his mouth.

"Hmm... This is truly the best meal I've had since leaving Beijing. The Taishan Sect is a big family, and they can afford to hire a chef of this caliber. I guess they can squeeze a lot of money out of it."

"Don't just stand there, come on, eat."

He opened his mouth and greeted everyone.

Seeing that Li Miao, the leader, had sat down to eat, the others naturally stopped hesitating and stepped forward to share the food.

Mei Qinghe, Gao Ling, Liu Baiyun and Li Miao sat at the same table, while the other Huashan disciples went to their own rooms to eat.

Mei Qinghe asked, "Sir, aren't you afraid that Zuo Lishan will poison you?"

"With your inner strength, ordinary poisons cannot hurt you. But after all, he has been tainted with witchcraft, which is strange and difficult to prevent. It is not the same as the Central Plains martial arts world, so you have to be careful."

Li Miao smiled and said, "Don't worry about eating. When it comes to witchcraft, Zuo Lishan is not as familiar with it as I am."

"I raised a human Gu, and this thing isn't that evil. If it was really the size that someone could accidentally put in their mouth, it would have been scalded to death by this freshly-cooked dish."

"Besides, Zuo Lishan doesn't want me to die like this."

Upon hearing this, Mei Qinghe wanted to ask in detail.

Li Miao was interested in cultivating Mei Qinghe, and he didn't keep anyone in suspense, but started from the beginning while eating.

"Martial arts are like clothes, some are suitable and some are not. If you find the right one, you will feel more comfortable wearing it and be able to walk further. If you find the wrong one, you will feel constrained and unable to move forward."

"But inheritance is like someone else's old clothes that you wear. No matter how well they fit, it's hard to fit them perfectly." "So when martial arts reach the highest level, except for those whose inheritance is too mysterious and difficult to surpass, such as Wudang and Shaolin, most people will try to create their own martial arts. After all, at this level, a little bit of misfit is already a huge flaw."

Li Miao picked up a shrimp, moved his hand around it, and the shells fell off.

He put the shrimp into his mouth and took another sip of his wine before continuing.

"You've seen me fight with Zuo Lishan before. His swordsmanship was created by himself. What kind of artistic conception did you feel?"

Mei Qinghe knew that this was a test from Li Miao. He closed his eyes and thought for a while before answering, "Domineering, tough, and fierce."

Li Miao shook his head.

"The key is ego, that's his foundation."

"Most martial artists in this world don't have such good luck. They often use martial arts that don't suit their own nature and do things that don't suit their own wishes. And the nature of the mind, in fact, most of the time, doesn't distinguish between good and evil."

"For example, toughness and femininity are both good and evil."

"So, only when a person practices a martial art to the limit of his or her physique can we see what kind of person he or she is. It's like a piece of clothing. Only when it is worn tightly can we see the person's figure."

"And Zuo Lishan's self-created martial arts are like a tailor-made piece of clothing, which fits perfectly. So when top masters fight, they can basically understand each other's intentions. This is also the origin of making friends through martial arts."

Li Miao raised his wine glass and said slowly: "I have read Zuo Lishan's resume a long time ago."

"After this fight, I can better understand his character."

"His ferocity, toughness, and arrogance all stem from his arrogance. He has left his peers behind since he started practicing martial arts, and he has never lost a single time since he became successful in martial arts. He is confident that he is a genius and that he should be the best among people."

"Because of his arrogance, he is domineering and tough, so he was able to create this sword technique."

"And what is a conceited person most afraid of?"

Mei Qinghe was thinking while Li Miao continued talking to himself.

"It was an opponent who had defeated him before, and he disappeared."

"Xiaomei, when you were a kid, did you ever play games with people where you could win or lose?"

Mei Qinghe nodded: "I have played it."

Li Miao said: "In this kind of game, the most infuriating thing is not losing, but the other party 'doesn't want to play with you' after winning a round."

"The only thing that never loses in this world is the dead."

"If I were to be poisoned to death by him now, I would have someone that Zuo Lishan would never be able to win back."

"This alone can leave a flaw in his state of mind."

"So tonight, he will definitely come to me and win back that miserable defeat in an upright manner. The next step is to kill Elder Gao and silence you."

"Otherwise, with his personality, I'm afraid he'll have nightmares about me every night from now on."

Mei Qinghe suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

Li Miao smiled and said, "Okay, you don't have to worry about tonight."

"After dinner, go and have a rest. If you hear any noise at night, don't come out. I have to accompany Sect Leader Zuo to perform this scene tonight."

"Otherwise, how could he be forced to seek help from the Ming Cult?"

(End of this chapter)