Chapter 121

Li Miao reached out and grabbed into the void, pulling that notebook from Yang Yueze's bosom.

After putting the notebook away, Li Miao picked up the corpse, flew onto the roof, and looked left and right.

It was not even the second watch, and the temple was silent; he was not afraid of being seen.

The Ming Cult had broken into Shaolin and destroyed many buildings. Most of them had not yet been repaired, and they lay there in the dark, which was just right for stuffing a corpse into.

Once the face was torn off, no one would recognize him. They would just assume a Ming Cult thief had been crushed to death by the building.

After handling the aftermath, Li Miao clapped his hands, turned around, and returned to the little courtyard, going back to his room to rest as if nothing had happened.

Heaven have mercy, he was already thirty-five.

Even if the sky fell and the earth collapsed, nothing was higher than the word "health preservation."

Yin Minjun was sitting upright in the room; hearing Li Miao's footsteps in the courtyard, she was at a loss for a moment. Then, hearing the sound of Li Miao returning to his room and closing the door, she sighed as if relieved.

Immediately remembering Li Miao's words, "Whatever the matter, we'll talk tomorrow night," her ears turned red involuntarily.

We will skip Yin Minjun's struggle that night.

When the sky was bright, Li Miao got up slowly, pushed open the door, and saw Yin Minjun dressed neatly, sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, her long sword on her knees, with some dew condensed on it. She must have been sitting there for a while.

"Elder Yin, up so early?"

Li Miao asked casually.

He was an old hand and could take his time. Yin Minjun, however, was in a state of confusion, answering in an inaudible voice, and then said nothing more.

Li Miao smiled but didn't care, going to wash up and pack his things.

Outside the door, Yongjie had already had someone lead over two horses and tie them to the entrance.

The two of them followed a deserted path, exited Shaolin through a side door, rode for a while, and took a detour to the vicinity of Shaolin's main gate.

At this time, the area outside the Shaolin mountain gate was already bustling with noise.

Xingchi was abdicating, Shaolin was changing masters, and the successor was an "Yongjie" whom no one knew. Wu Lin people loved to join in the fun; for such a major event, even many major sects that hadn't been invited came rushing over overnight after receiving the news.

Li Miao and Yin Minjun heard the human voices from afar and looked at each other.

"My lord, should we smear some dust on ourselves?" Yin Minjun asked.

"No matter, just pull at your collar and rub some wrinkles into the hem of your clothes."

Li Miao waved his hand.

"You, me, and Yongjie set off together; the people at the Miao King's Tomb saw it with their own eyes."

"Yongjie is a direct descendant of Shaolin, so it makes sense for him to gallop all the way, day and night, and return to Shaolin early. It's understandable that he didn't appear with us."

"We'll just pretend we received news halfway that Shaolin was fine, so we traveled slowly and just happened to arrive. There's no need to look too disheveled, otherwise, it won't match the speed at which we traveled."

"The Commander will send people to leave our traces along the way, so don't worry."

Having said this, the two led their horses into the crowd and flowed with the current to the outside of the Shaolin Temple gate.

Normally, people from major sects would enter Shaolin through the side door and wouldn't need to wait outside. As the second-in-command of the Hengshan Sect, Yin Minjun didn't need to wait for the main gate to open with these small and medium forces and Wu Lin wanderers.

However, Li Miao thought that the more people who saw them arrive, the better.

The two of them mixed into the crowd calmly, waiting to enter.

However, no matter how low-key they were, they were very eye-catching among this group of people.

Not to mention Wu Gong, just talking about their appearance.

Li Miao was heroic and handsome, his eyes like great stars. Yin Minjun's eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, like snow gathered in the moonlight, combined with the heroic spirit of years of sword practice.

When the two stood there leading their horses, many Wu Lin people felt ashamed and subconsciously stayed far away from them.

There were also many who were delighted to see such talent and wanted to come forward to chat, but didn't know how to speak.

After a while, a few young people walked over.

The leader among them held the middle of the scabbard with his right hand, the hilt pressed against his shoulder, his left hand pressed on his right hand, and bowed to Li Miao.

"Greetings to you both."

Just looking at this greeting, one knew this person was a good child who understood the rules and was polite.

Holding the middle of the scabbard with the right hand and pressing the hilt against the shoulder made it inconvenient to draw the sword. Generally, people's dominant hand was the right hand; the left hand pressing the right hand represented that there was no intention to act.

This way of bowing was applicable to most weapons; those using sabers held the saber scabbard, those using spears held the spear body in reverse, those using exotic weapons held the handle in reverse, and those using whips held the middle of the whip and wrapped it around their hand. In short, it was done in the most inconvenient way possible.

According to the rules, this was the etiquette for a first meeting.

Of course, that was what was said. But most people running the Wu Lin didn't have many rules.

Li Miao had been out of the capital for so long, and this was the first time he had seen someone bow so standardly, so he felt it was novel for a moment.

"Hello, little brother."

He nodded, considering it a return bow.

His attitude was casual, which was a bit rude. But combined with his appearance and temperament, it made people feel it was only natural.

The person gestured and first reported his family background.

"We are disciples of the Huanhua Sword Sect, here to pay our respects."

Several people reported their names one after another.

"We were waiting outside, and seeing your outstanding bearing, we wanted to make your acquaintance."

"May I ask your names?"

Li Miao smiled: "A Wu Lin wanderer, Li Miao."

"This is my friend, Heroine Yin."

"Long heard of you, long heard of you."

"Disrespect, disrespect."

After some polite exchanges and chatting for a few sentences, they became roughly familiar.

Several people had the temperament of youths, all walking the Wu Lin together for the first time, not knowing the dangers of the Wu Lin, and within three sentences, Li Miao had stripped their backgrounds clean. Not only did they not notice, but they felt Li Miao was even more intimate.

"Brother Li, are you and Heroine Yin..."

A female disciple avoided Yin Minjun and asked in a low voice.

She usually read more storybooks and had many fantasies about fairy couples walking the Wu Lin together. Seeing the two of them looking graceful and elegant, as if they were characters walking out of her imagination, she couldn't help but come forward to ask.

Li Miao nodded: "Still one step away."

"Ah!"

The female disciple gave a light exclamation, turned her head to whisper a few words to her fellow disciples, and her ears turned red.

If Li Miao had said he was already with Yin Minjun, she wouldn't have been so excited.

It was precisely this "still one step away" that made people fantasize even more.

Only she didn't know that with Yin Minjun's Wu Gong, how could she not hear her question? She had long been eavesdropping with her ears pricked up, and now her ears were redder than hers.

The leading young man smiled apologetically at Li Miao: "Sorry, Brother Li."

"My junior sisters are going down the mountain for the first time and have been spoiled by their teachers in the sect, asking questions randomly; I hope you will forgive them."

Li Miao glanced at Yin Minjun, who was hanging her head and not speaking, her ears almost dripping blood, and smiled casually.

"No matter, a good question."

Several people chatted while waiting for the door to open.

While chatting, they heard a cold snort from the side.

"Hmph, you bunch of book-readers, don't you recite your crappy poems in the sect, and you also learn to walk the Wu Lin?"

Li Miao turned his head to look, and it was a group of Wu Lin people wearing sabers and swords, looking over with disdain.