Chapter 92: Eating

After listening to Yin Minjun, Li Miao said, "Let the people who went into the tomb tell me about the situation inside."

A Hengshan Sect veteran came over and described in detail what he had seen at the time.

After listening, Li Miao sighed, "Amazing!"

Because the scale of this Miao King’s tomb was surprisingly large. Just a preliminary exploration revealed two or three acres of land, dozens of tomb chambers, and corridors wide enough for seven or eight people to walk side by side.

Miao King was not a position, but just a title for someone who had ruling power in the Miao border.

In different eras and stages, the identity referred to by this Miao King was different. It could be a clan leader, a magistrate, a chieftain, a rebel leader, or a legendary incarnation of a human god.

Looking at the shape of this tomb, it should be the tomb of a certain generation of Miao leaders.

It’s just not clear how it got involved with the "Wedding Dress Divine Art."

Li Miao asked, "Who is going in tomorrow?"

Yin Minjun replied, "The major sects have decided, and several famous lone experts will also go. But the number of people hasn't been decided yet."

Yin Minjun sighed.

"The tomb is full of poisonous insects, and those with poor Wu Gong can hardly defend against them. For those with high Wu Gong, if there are few people, it’s hard to take care of all sides."

"The best way is for all experts above the third rate to go in together, but... it’s really hard to talk it over."

Grave robbing has a saying: if a father and son work together, the father keeps watch above, and the son does the work in the tomb.

Because the father will be reluctant to leave his son and won't abandon him. But the son might not be reluctant to leave his father.

Of course, this saying is limited to grave robbers. Doing such unconscionable things, it’s normal to have a low moral bottom line.

However, this also shows the concerns of the Paojianghu people present.

First, if many people go in and get the Wedding Dress Divine Art, how to divide it?

Second, if all the experts go in and die inside, and there is no useful person guarding outside, what if they are kicked out?

Third, this is entering to seize treasure, and several families are in a competitive relationship; how to ensure that the other side won't secretly stab you in the back?

Fourth, if several major sects go in on their own and don't share even a little bit with other forces, what if they are said to have broken the rules of Paojianghu?

There are many Paojianghu people here; logically, one shovel of dirt each would be enough to dig the tomb open. It is precisely because of mutual suspicion and defense that they haven't entered yet.

Now, several major sects see that more and more people are coming, fearing that long delays will lead to trouble, so they decided to discuss it tonight, set a procedure, and enter tomorrow.

Now, it’s almost dinner time.

Central Plains people like to talk about things while eating. Several major sects are no exception.

The Hengshan Sect is wealthy, and the tent they built is the largest, so the location for the discussion is in the tent where Li Miao is currently sitting.

Li Miao twisted his fingers and said to Yin Minjun, "You Hengshan Sect people stay outside. Don't think about that Wedding Dress Divine Art; it’s meaningless."

"You are my subordinates from now on. The Embroidered Uniform Guard’s library has plenty of suitable secret manuals. Serve well, and you won't be shortchanged."

"Why grab that thing? Ordinary people can't master it even if they get it."

Although Li Miao’s Wedding Dress Divine Art was modified by him and was already very different from the original, Li Miao still knew the martial arts principles inside.

Wedding dress, making a wedding dress for others. This is a martial art that passes one’s internal energy to others and breaks and then stands. Without a bit of aptitude and character, practicing it is a waste of time.

Li Miao pointed at Yin Minjun and then at Yongjie beside her. "Elder Yin, you, me, and this Great Master, let’s go in together."

Yin Minjun nodded in agreement.

She came to join the fun of the Wedding Dress Divine Art, actually because she defected to the imperial court and her future was uncertain, wanting to save some capital for the Hengshan Sect to settle down.

Now that Li Miao has spoken, she can only obey.

A moment later, it was dinner time.

Yin Minjun waited outside for the leaders of several major sects to come.

The first to come was the leader of the Beggar Sect, Lao Qifeng.

In the Beggar Sect, the real beggars actually have no status. It is divided into Clean Clothes and Dirty Clothes factions; only the Dirty Clothes faction are real beggars. Those responsible for managing the sect’s assets are all from the Clean Clothes faction.

After all, there are really not many people who have high Wu Gong and like to beg.

So Lao Qifeng, the leader, was dressed very decently, not looking like a beggar at all.

He walked up, paid his respects to Yin Minjun, and entered the tent, but he froze for a moment.

In the main seat, Li Miao had already started eating, and several Hengshan Sect veterans were serving him personally, some pouring wine, some serving dishes, and one veteran was using Hengshan sword techniques to pick meat off the bones and put it on a plate before serving it to Li Miao.

Lao Qifeng watched for a while, but didn't move.

Yin Minjun on the side smiled and said, "This is a friend of my Hengshan Sect, a strange person in Paojianghu, who doesn't stick to small details, making Leader Lao laugh."

Lao Qifeng didn't speak, thinking to himself, "A friend? Isn't that the Hengshan Sect’s own father?"

"When you serve your own father, are you this diligent?"

"Hey, hey, look! That elder of yours has started using Hengshan sword techniques to pick fish bones for someone; won't your ancestors come to you in a dream tonight and hack you to death with a sword?"

He thought so, but Lao Qifeng didn't bother to say it, pretending not to see it, and sat aside.

People arrived one after another, and when they entered, they were all shocked by Li Miao’s style, but they endured it without speaking and sat down one after another.

By the time it was dark, everyone had finally arrived.

Li Miao had also eaten his fill and was leaning in the main seat, closing his eyes to rest, ignoring the gazes of the crowd.

Clap, clap.

Yin Minjun clapped her hands, attracting everyone’s attention.

"Greetings, everyone."

"Today, we have met here from all over the world due to fate. Let’s drink this cup!"

Everyone responded, and the banquet officially began.

Let me add an aside: in general novels, heroes basically have some talents, like playing the zither, blowing the flute, or reciting poetry.

But the reality is, don't expect this bunch of rough men who draw swords and see blood to have much cultural literacy. Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting all require time to learn. After practicing Wu Gong, they are all sweaty; where would they have the energy to play the zither?

Don't expect these people to be very polite either. People who are used to fighting at the slightest disagreement, being able to endure until they finish eating before talking about things, is already not easy.

Sure enough, before half the meal was finished, someone couldn't wait and said loudly, "Elder Yin, it’s getting late, and there is a big event ahead, so don't drag it out."

"Let’s decide on the procedure for tomorrow right now!"

Yin Minjun turned her head, and the person who spoke was a lone first-rate expert in Paojianghu, 'Iron Fist Arhat' Cang Feifeng.