Chapter 133: Waiting

Li Miao reached out and grabbed into the void, pulling that notebook out of 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 Sect had invaded Shaolin and destroyed many buildings. Most of them had not been repaired yet, and they lay there in the dark, which was just right for stuffing a corpse inside.

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

After handling the aftermath, Li Miao clapped his hands, turned around, and returned to the small 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 cracked, nothing was more important than health preservation.

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

Immediately, she remembered Li Miao's words, "Whatever the matter, we'll talk about it tomorrow night," and her ears couldn't help but turn red.

We will skip Yin Yin Minjun's struggle that night.

When the sky was bright, Li Miao got up slowly and pushed open the door, seeing Yin Yin Minjun dressed neatly, sitting on the stone stool 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 Yin Minjun, however, was in a chaotic state of mind, answering in an inaudible voice, and then did not speak again.

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

Outside the door, Yong Jie had already had someone lead over two horses and tie them at the entrance.

The two followed a deserted path, exited Shaolin from the side door, rode their horses for a distance, and detoured to the vicinity of Shaolin's main gate.

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

Xing Chi was stepping down, Shaolin was changing masters, and the successor was an "Yong Jie" whom no one knew. Ordinary Jianghu people loved to join in the fun; for such a big event, even many major sects that were not invited rushed over day and night after receiving the news.

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

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

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

Li Miao waved his hand.

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

"Yong Jie is a direct disciple of Shaolin, so it is reasonable for him to gallop day and night and return to Shaolin early. It is also reasonable that we did not appear together."

"We will just act as if we received news that Shaolin was fine halfway, so we traveled slowly and just happened to arrive. There is no need to make it too miserable, otherwise, it won't match the speed at which we traveled."

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

Having said that, the two led their horses into the crowd and surged toward the outside of the Shaolin Temple mountain gate with the flow.

Normally, people from major sects would enter Shaolin from the side door first and would not need to wait outside. As the second-in-command of the Hengshan Sect, Yin Yin Minjun also did not need to wait for the main gate to open with these small and medium forces and Ordinary Jianghu 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.

It was just that 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 appearance.

Li Miao was heroic and handsome, his eyes like big stars. Yin Yin Minjun's eyebrows were like paintings, like snow gathered in the moon, and she had the heroic spirit of someone who had practiced sword for many years.

When the two stood there leading their horses, many Ordinary Jianghu people felt ashamed and subconsciously hid far away from them.

Many others were delighted to see such talent and wanted to step forward to climb relationships, but didn't know how to speak for a moment.

After a while, several young people walked over.

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

"Greetings to you both."

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

Holding the middle of the sword scabbard with the right hand and pressing the sword hilt on the shoulder made it inconvenient to draw the sword. Most people's dominant hand was the right hand; pressing the right hand with the left hand represented that there was no intention to move hands.

This way of saluting was applicable to most weapons; those using knives held the knife scabbard, those using guns held the gun body in reverse, those using strange weapons held the handle in reverse, and those using whips held the middle of the whip and wrapped the whip on their hands. In short, it was done in the most inconvenient way possible.

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

Of course, that was what was said. But most people running the Ordinary Jianghu 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 salute so standardly, so he felt it was novel for a moment.

"Hello, little brother."

He nodded, considering it a return salute.

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

The man reached out to guide, first reporting his family name.

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

Several people reported their names one after another.

"We were waiting outside, and seeing your outstanding demeanor, we wanted to make friends."

"May I ask your names?"

Li Miao smiled: "Ordinary Jianghu wanderer, Li Miao."

"This is my friend, Heroine Yin."

"Long admired, long admired."

"Disrespectful, disrespectful."

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

Several people had the temperament of youths and were walking the Ordinary Jianghu for the first time, not yet knowing the dangers of the Ordinary Jianghu; within three sentences, their foundations were completely stripped by Li Miao. 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 Yin Minjun and asked in a low voice.

She usually read more storybooks and had many fantasies about fairy couples walking the Ordinary Jianghu together. At this time, seeing the two of them with outstanding demeanor, as if they were characters walking out of her imagination, she couldn't help but step forward and ask.

Li Miao nodded: "Still one step away."

"Ah!"

The female disciple gave a soft cry, turned her head, and whispered a few words to her fellow disciples, making her own ears turn red.

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

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

It was just that she didn't know that with Yin 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 even redder than hers.

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

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

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

"No matter, 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-droppers, don't you recite your broken poems in the sect? Why are you learning to walk the Ordinary Jianghu?"

Li Miao turned his head to look, only to see a group of Ordinary Jianghu people carrying knives and swords, looking over with disdain.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 134 =====