Chapter 101

After Li Miao finished listening to Yin Minjun's words, he said: "Let the people who went into the tomb tell me about the situation inside."

A veteran of the Hengshan Sect came over and described the situation he saw at that time to Li Miao in detail.

After listening, Li Miao exclaimed: "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 that could accommodate seven or eight people side by side.

Miao King is not a position, but just a title for the person who has ruling power in the Miao region.

In different eras and different stages, the identity represented by this Miao King is different. It can be a clan leader, a government official, 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 that I don't know how it got involved with the "Wedding Dress Divine Art."

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

Yin Minjun replied: "The giants have decided, and several famous lone experts will also go. It's just that 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 are difficult to guard against. For those with high Wu Gong, if there are few people, it is difficult to take care of the surroundings."

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

There is a saying about grave robbing: if a father and son work together, the father keeps watch outside, and the son does the work in the tomb.

Because the father will be reluctant to part with the son and will not leave the son behind and run away. But the son may not be reluctant to part with the father.

Of course, this saying is limited to grave robbers. Doing such conscience-less things, it is normal for the moral bottom line to be low.

However, from this, one can also see the concerns of the Jianghu people present at this time.

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

Second, if the experts all 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 party will not secretly harm you?

Fourth, if several giants enter on their own and don't share even a little bit with other forces, what if they are accused of breaking Jianghu rules?

There are many Jianghu people here; logically speaking, one shovel of dirt per person would be enough to dig this tomb open. It is precisely because they are wary of each other and guard against each other that they haven't entered yet.

Now, several giants also see that more and more people are coming, fearing that long nights will bring many dreams, so they decided to discuss it tonight, set a procedure, and enter tomorrow.

At this moment, it is almost dinner time.

People from the Central Plains like to talk about things while eating. Several giants are no exception.

The Hengshan Sect is wealthy and powerful, and the shed they built is the largest, so the place for discussion is in the shed where Li Miao is sitting now.

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

"You are my subordinates in the future; the Embroidered Uniform Guard's treasury has plenty of suitable secret manuals, just do your job well, and you won't be short of them."

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

Although Li Miao's Wedding Dress Divine Art was magically modified by him and was already very different from the original, Li Miao still knew the internal Wu Gong principles.

Wedding dress, making a wedding dress for others. This is a Wu Gong that passes one's power to others and breaks and then stands; without some aptitude and temperament, practicing it is practicing in vain.

Li Miao pointed at Yin Minjun, and then pointed at Yong Jie beside him: "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 this 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 sect leaders of several giants to come over.

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

In the Beggar Gang, the real beggars actually have no status. It is divided into the Clean Clothes and Dirty Clothes factions; only the Dirty Clothes faction are real beggars. Those responsible for managing the gang'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 for food.

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

He stepped forward, paid his respects to Yin Minjun, and entered the large shed, but he was stunned for a moment.

In the main seat, Li Miao was already eating, and several Hengshan Sect veterans were serving him personally on the side; some were pouring wine, some were serving dishes, and there was a veteran using the Hengshan sword technique to pick meat off the bones, put it on a plate, and then serve it to Li Miao.

Lao Qifeng watched for a while and didn't move.

Yin Minjun on the side said with a smile: "This is a friend of my Hengshan Sect, a strange person in the Jianghu, who does not stick to small details, making Leader Lao laugh."

Lao Qifeng didn't speak, thinking to himself: "A friend? That's your Hengshan Sect's own father, right?"

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

"Hey hey, look! That elder of yours has started using the Hengshan sword technique to pick fish bones for others; will your founder come to your dreams tonight and slash you to death with a sword?"

That's what he thought, but Lao Qifeng didn't bother to say it, pretended not to see it, and went to sit on the side.

People arrived one after another, and when they came in, they were all shocked by Li Miao's style, endured 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, leaning on the main seat and closing his eyes to rest, completely ignoring the gazes cast by everyone.

Slap, slap.

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

"Everyone, please."

"Today, we have met here from all over the world due to fate; it is also fate. Let's drink this cup!"

Everyone responded one after another, and the banquet officially began.

Let me insert a digression here; in general storybooks, heroes basically have some talents, such as playing the piano, blowing the flute, or writing poems.

But the reality is, don't expect this bunch of rough guys who draw swords and see blood to have much cultural literacy. Piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting all take time to learn; a bunch of people finish practicing Wu Gong, covered in sweat, where would they have the energy to play the piano.

Don't expect these people to be very polite either. People who are used to fighting when they disagree, being able to endure until they finish eating before talking about things, is already very difficult.

Sure enough, before half of the meal was finished, someone couldn't wait and said loudly: "Elder Yin, it's getting late, and with big things at hand, don't drag it out."

"As for tomorrow's matter, what exactly is the procedure? Let's decide it now!"

Yin Minjun turned her head to look; the person who spoke was a first-rate lone expert in the Jianghu, "Iron Fist Arhat" Cang Feifeng.

(End of chapter)