Chapter 85

When he shouted this, Yongjie hadn't reacted yet, but Li Miao's gaze had already swept over lightly.

This fierce criminal who didn't take human life seriously, calling a Shaolin Yong-generation monk big brother?

This is really something to see.

Li Miao looked at Yongjie, and Yongjie also noticed his gaze.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and said expressionlessly to Li Miao: "Donor Li... please wait a moment for me to handle it."

"Master, go ahead, I won't speak."

After saying that, Li Miao picked up a pot of wine, brought a plate of peanuts, and walked to the table next to him.

While eating peanuts, he watched Yongjie and these people with great interest.

That person didn't care about Li Miao, and walked quickly to Yongjie's side, with a happy face: "Big brother... you're still alive!"

"Why didn't you come to find us, we didn't have your news back then, we looked for you for a long time, just thought you were dead!"

"Sigh..."

Yongjie let out a long sigh, put his hands together, and bowed to that person.

"Donor, the monk is already a person who has left the family, the dust fate is broken, and the gold sea is dry. The past is already let go."

"The monk only hopes that the donor will not create more killings and accumulate virtue for descendants."

"Left the family!?" That person heard this, but didn't believe it at all.

"Big brother, are you not looking at the incense money of which temple? You and I are brothers, why do you have to be like this, as long as you say a word, we will go together no matter what!"

Yongjie shook his head: "The monk has really left the family, it is not a joke. The cause and effect owed in the past, the monk is paying back, and I hope the donor will not mention it again."

That person saw that Yongjie seemed to be serious, looked him up and down, but sneered.

"Big brother, are you really leaving the family?"

"Which temple dares to accept you?"

"Shaolin." Yongjie said.

That person suddenly turned red, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes: "Shaolin!?"

"Big brother, don't joke!"

"How many brothers died at the hands of that old bald donkey Xingchi back then! It's enough that we couldn't kill him, and you went to Shaolin to be a monk!?"

Yongjie shook his head: "The monk is not joking."

"Abbot Master Xingchi is my master."

"What!?"

The four or five people shouted in surprise in unison.

The person holding the knife heard this, his hand gripped the knife handle again and again, staring fixedly at Yongjie's eyes.

"Big brother... are you serious?"

Yongjie closed his eyes: "Yes."

"Did you really take that old thing as a master?"

"Yes."

"Did you really enter Shaolin?"

"Yes."

"Are you really not going to avenge your brothers anymore?"

"...Yes."

"Good!"

That person slashed at Yongjie's neck, the blade cut through the skin, and a wisp of blood flowed down the blade.

He stopped.

"Big brother, you're crazy."

Yongjie didn't dodge at all, but shook his head on his own, forcing that person to take the knife further away.

"The monk just saw clearly."

"The sins committed in the past, the monk will pay back, pay back until death."

"I only hope that the donor will turn back early."

After hearing Yongjie's words, that person was furious for a while.

"Pay back, pay back your ass, how many lives do you have to pay back!"

"Once you enter the Jianghu, life and death are the boundaries!"

"This truth was told to me by you, Jianghu people think about owing this and paying back that all day, can you still live!?"

"Are you crazy from being tortured by that old bald donkey!"

He scolded for a long time, panting and stopped.

"Good, good, good."

"You don't care about brotherhood, I don't care about you either! You think eating vegetarian and chanting Buddha can wash away the blood on your body, it's too late!"

"Let's go!"

After saying that, he didn't look at Yongjie again, and turned to go out.

Just as his hand touched the door panel.

"Ah!"

Blood splattered!

The long knife fell to the ground, with a clanging sound, that person covered his right hand, and blood gushed out from between his fingers.

"Who!? Sneak attack, what kind of hero is that!?"

He shouted, and his eyes swept over everyone in the room.

After a while, his eyes locked on Li Miao, who was leaning on the table, throwing peanuts into his mouth from time to time.

"Is it you!? Why hurt people!?"

He shouted, and the people behind him also tacitly drew their weapons, hiding and surrounding them.

At this time, Li Miao said lightly: "Master, is it okay if I kill these few acquaintances of yours?"

Yongjie looked at Li Miao, sighed, but didn't answer.

That person heard Li Miao say this, sneered: "What a big tone!"

"Haven't you heard of the reputation of our 'Seven Ghosts of Meishan'!? You hurt me secretly, and you think you can beat us together!?"

Li Miao raised his eyebrows: "'Seven Ghosts of Meishan'... oh, it's you guys?"

"Looking at you, there are only five people, I didn't think of that for a while."

Li Miao stayed in Shuntian Prefecture for twenty years, most of the time he was dealing with documents, and only when Zhu Zai ordered errands would he get up and move.

Of course, this "dealing with documents" refers to sitting beside Wang Hai, legs on the table, holding snacks in his hand, supervising Wang Hai's work while randomly pulling various Embroidered Uniform Guard files to read as storybooks.

He looked at it randomly like this, it must not be systematic, and whether he has read it or not depends on luck.

Coincidentally, he really read this "Seven Ghosts of Meishan."

Seven or eight years ago, they exterminated a Jianghu family, and later were wanted by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and did a lot of evil things on the way to escape.

Wu Gong is not very high, and they have been able to live until now, all relying on a clever joint attack formation obtained from somewhere. Seven people form a formation, and two or three ordinary first-rate masters really can't take them down.

First-rate masters, every sect lacks them, even the Embroidered Uniform Guard lacks them. Like the Huashan Sword Sect, there are only three or four first-rate masters.

These people also have eyes, and they don't touch the forces they can't afford to offend at all, so naturally, no major force is willing to risk a few pillars of first-rate masters to fight them to the death, just for the sake of chivalry.

Over time, these few people are also famous in the Jianghu.

That's why they are so reckless and arrogant. Because there are really not many people and forces who can afford to find trouble with them.

That person heard Li Miao say this, and his face was extremely ugly for a while.

The Seven Ghosts of Meishan are indeed seven people. Now there are two less because they ran into the Embroidered Uniform Guard a few days ago and lost two lives.

If it were ordinary Embroidered Uniform Guards, they really couldn't take them down. It was also their bad luck to run into Bu Lei, the Town-Pacifying Envoy of the Northern Town-Pacifying Division of the Embroidered Uniform Guard who was on official business.

It was hard to escape with one life, and then they were pointed out by Li Miao for their sad things. They were already angry because of Yongjie's affairs, and now they couldn't hold back their temper.

"Take your life!"

With a shout, he drew his knife and killed Li Miao.

Boom!!

A crisp sound, flesh and blood scattered.

"Sin, sin..." Yongjie put his hands together and muttered.

Li Miao pressed his two fingers together and moved to the next head.

Boom!!