Chapter 136

The Jianghu scattered people below didn't recognize Yin Minjun, but these major sects sitting on the north side recognized her.

Although the Hengshan Sect was at Li Miao's beck and call, as if it had no force at all, in fact, the Hengshan Sect was already a first-rate sect in the southern Jianghu that could be taken out, shouted, and stood firm.

The standard for evaluating Jianghu forces, in the final analysis, was to see how many experts were in the sect and whether they could stably and stably cultivate experts at this level.

Among them, it was just the four words: wealth, companion, method, and land.

Wealth: Whether there was enough financial resources to supply disciples to practice martial arts.

Companion: Whether there were brilliant teachers to pass on the Dao and teach, and whether there were outstanding fellow disciples to advance together.

Method: Whether the inheritance in the sect was brilliant.

Land: How large a range of regions could recruit talents and bring them into the sect.

With all four points ready, the Hengshan Sect, which could stably and continuously produce first-rate experts, was a solid first-rate force, and one of the more outstanding ones among the first-rate.

Being able to take out peak experts as a matter of routine, there were only three families in the world: Shaolin, Wudang, and Ming Sect.

Peak forces were just these three families.

The Hengshan Sect felt low and small in front of Li Miao, just because whether it was Li Miao or the Embroidered Uniform Guard, they were a dimensionality reduction strike when placed in the Jianghu.

At this moment, the more outstanding major sects in the southern martial arts world, such as Emei and Kongtong, were all sent by Li Miao to deal with the Miao people for him.

Those sitting on the north side were all sects that were relatively weak among the first-rate forces, and were kicked out of the competition for the Miaowang Tomb in advance, so they had the leisure to come and join in the fun.

Several families took a look and recognized Yin Minjun one after another.

"Is that Elder Yin?"

"It's her, why did she sit down below?"

"Who is the man sitting next to her?"

"Haven't seen him, his appearance is outstanding; if he had a name in the Jianghu, it would be impossible not to match it."

Several families in charge were discussing with each other.

Yin Minjun, on the other hand, didn't notice it at all.

She was currently studying how far she should sit from Li Miao.

Two feet? A bit too distant.

She moved her buttocks towards Li Miao.

One foot? It should be fine, right.

Move a bit.

Half a foot? Friends with a good relationship could also be said to be reasonable.

Move a bit more.

Two inches... anyway, he already said "just one step away."

Move a bit more.

After two or three times, her whole body was almost stuck to Li Miao's arm. She was still secretly glancing at Li Miao to see if he noticed.

Li Miao was taking his time, only secretly laughing, letting Yin Minjun toss.

The major sects sitting on the north side saw all this, and now they were all dumbfounded.

They hadn't seen Yin Minjun; they had mixed in the southern Jianghu together and had dealt with each other many times in the past.

In front of them, Yin Minjun was an open-minded, resourceful, and sword-skilled expert.

What is the situation today?

How did she become like a woman?

Did she go crazy?

If it weren't for Yin Minjun's appearance being quite outstanding among the female experts in the southern Jianghu, and everyone having a deep impression, everyone would have doubted whether they had recognized the wrong person.

Most people were just surprised, but one person's face sank.

Nothing else, how could someone like Yin Minjun not be missed by anyone?

According to reason, in the Great Ming, generally women in their twenties were considered past the age of marriage.

But Yin Minjun achieved success in martial arts, and the Hengshan Sect's internal mental method was suitable for women to practice. Under the nourishment of true energy, her appearance was no different from a young woman in her twenties. Plus, her status was high and her appearance was outstanding.

This person was missing her in his heart, didn't dare to say it clearly, and only hid it in his heart as a dream.

Now seeing his "dream," in front of him, rushing to let others do it, how could he not feel uncomfortable?

You know, he had told the Hengshan Sect and Yin Minjun about this matter openly and secretly more than ten years ago, and they were all like stones sinking into the sea. Seeing Yin Minjun was thirty years old and still unmarried, he only thought she didn't have this intention, so he gradually gave up.

But looking at this situation, where did she not have this intention?

That intention was written on her face!

This person couldn't help it anymore and stood up suddenly.

"Everyone wait a moment, I'll go say hello."

Having said that, he walked quickly towards Li Miao's side.

"I'll go see too."

"Go together, go together."

Other major sects also stood up one after another and followed.

Li Miao seemed to be completely unaware, hugging his arms and closing his eyes to rest.

Yin Minjun was still struggling with the distance of this last inch, whether she should lean over, her heart was in a mess, she didn't raise her head at all, and didn't notice.

The Huanhua Sword Sect disciples sitting behind them changed color together.

They didn't know it was because of Yin Minjun; they only thought it was these major sects who discovered Li Miao, this outsider, and wanted to come over together to eliminate demons and defend the Dao.

The leading young man hesitated for a moment and reminded in a low voice.

"Big Brother Li, Big Brother Li!"

"People from the Longmen Sect, Iron Sword Gate, and Tianmen Gang are all coming over, wake up quickly!"

After all, Li Miao's trouble at the mountain gate was to vent his anger for them. Although he felt Li Miao didn't look like a righteous sect person, he didn't stand by and watch.

Li Miao opened his eyes calmly and looked at the few people walking over.

The first one, his eyes kept scanning back and forth between Li Miao and Yin Minjun, his face was clearly unkind.

Li Miao laughed.

He was too familiar with this look.

A loser!

Whether it was his previous life or this life, he had seen too many of them.

That person walked quickly to Li Miao, scanned, but skipped directly, and bowed to Yin Minjun on his own.

"Elder Yin, long time no see."

Yin Minjun was secretly lifting her buttocks, preparing to eliminate this last inch of distance.

Suddenly interrupted, she felt a burst of shame and annoyance in her heart.

She raised her face, recognized the person, and said coldly.

"Abbot Xiao, long time no see."

Then she looked at the others who arrived behind that person and greeted them one by one.

"Abbot Wu, Sect Master Peng, Elder Fang, greetings."

Several people also smiled and returned the greeting, chatting with Yin Minjun.

"Elder Yin, these disciples look unfamiliar; are they the new high-ranking disciples of the Hengshan Sect?"

They were talking about the few people from the Huanhua Sword Sect.

"Elder Yin, why are you sitting here?"

"It's noisy here, why not move to the north side, so it's easier to talk to Master Xingchi."

They tacitly avoided talking about Li Miao.

It wasn't that they were all interested in Yin Minjun, just that the Abbot Xiao who came over first clearly had an increasingly ugly face. At this time, chatting with Li Miao was like touching his bad luck.

Several people were old Jianghu, knowing that the matter between men and women was the most troublesome and unreasonable, and didn't want to get involved.

Anyway, that Abbot Xiao would definitely not be able to help but speak.

Sure enough, Abbot Xiao stood on the side, watching Yin Minjun chatting with everyone on her own, but didn't even have the appearance of distancing herself from Li Miao, and didn't even bother to look at him, and his heart became increasingly awkward.

He spoke coldly.

"This brother, you look unfamiliar. Are you a friend of Elder Yin?"

"How come there is no name in the Jianghu, we thought about it for a long time over there, and couldn't match the number."

"May I ask your name?"

He said this without much problem, but the tone was really sour.

Not only Yin Minjun, but even the people from other major sects heard it.

Originally they were curious about Li Miao's identity, just not easy to open their mouths.

Abbot Xiao was willing to ask, so they naturally were happy to push the boat along. So they closed their mouths together, just waiting to watch the play.

Yin Minjun looked at Li Miao, and didn't answer for a while.

This kind of question on the scene had its own rules.

Yin Minjun, as a woman, if Li Miao was just a friend, she would open her mouth to introduce him first, and then let Li Miao chat with everyone.

If she treated Li Miao as her husband, she wouldn't open her mouth, but let Li Miao get to know everyone directly.

Although the rules of the Great Ming were not as rigid as the ancient times in Li Miao's previous life. But after all, it was the foundation of a feudal society, and there were still some things that should exist.

Seeing Yin Minjun not speaking, only looking at Li Miao, with the appearance of a young wife, Abbot Xiao's face became increasingly ugly.

Li Miao was originally watching the play with great interest.

He had interrogated more prisoners than these people had eaten steamed buns, and could more clearly perceive their true energy flow and heart rate; just scanning, he knew their thoughts well.

Especially this Abbot Xiao.

When he was in Shuntian Prefecture, many such people came to find him, saying things like "I am more sincere," "I have known her longer," and so on. There was no need to look closely; he knew Abbot Xiao's plans well.

Nothing else, just familiarity.

Seeing the topic revolve around himself, Li Miao smiled and bowed.

"Jianghu scattered person, Li Miao, greetings to everyone."

After calculating with Zhu Zai, he no longer needed to hide his Wu Gong and identity in the Jianghu.

But, not to mention Wu Gong, he didn't intend to make his identity as an Embroidered Uniform Guard public here.

Because several major sects in the Miao border were dealing with the Miao people for him. If the news that he was an Embroidered Uniform Guard spread, making those sects suspicious, fearing that they would become the imperial court's knife and refuse to exert effort, it would inevitably affect his vacation.

So, Li Miao still said he was a scattered person.

Anyway, for a player who could slap off more than a dozen heads with one slap, whether to report his name or not didn't make much difference.

"Hero Li, disrespect, disrespect."

"Long admired, long admired."

Anyway, whether they had heard of him or not, with the cultural level of Jianghu people, they would only say these two polite words.

Abbot Xiao's eyes lit up.

Jianghu scattered person... that meant no background, no backing, right?

Looking at his appearance, he was in his thirties, and he hadn't made a name for himself in the Jianghu, and his Wu Gong didn't seem to be very good.

Could it be that it was just because his appearance was outstanding?

I'm not bad either! Why did she only fall for him!?

Abbot Xiao looked at Yin Minjun, and a trace of resentment rose in his heart.

Yin Minjun didn't even bother to look at him.

"Not bad," if used to describe others, it was often considered fair. But if used to describe oneself, it generally carried some moisture.

Abbot Xiao was just a person of average appearance, barely cultivating a temperament of being in a high position.

If he wanted to compare with Li Miao... let's put it this way, if the two went to a brothel together, Li Miao wouldn't have to spend money.

And this money would be secretly calculated on Abbot Xiao's account by the procuress—you know how big the gap between the two is.

Abbot Xiao didn't have this self-knowledge and couldn't help but speak.

"Hero Li is truly handsome, but without a sect, and without a name in the Jianghu, it's not good to sit on the north side."

"Elder Yin cares about 'friends,' which is quite respectable."

He bit the word "friend."

"However, today is a major event for Shaolin; it's not good for Elder Yin to sit here and not pay respects to Master Xingchi."

"Why not move to the north side, and I, the Longmen Sect, will move a seat for Hero Li."

These words were spoken in a high-sounding manner, and no one could pick out any faults.

After all, he was the master of a sect and a person who wanted face; he wouldn't really put things on the table.

However, this secret squeezing was unavoidable.

He said Li Miao was not good to sit on the north side, and let his disciples give up a seat for Li Miao, actually mocking Li Miao for not being able to get on the table.

The disciple's seat was behind the sect master; if Li Miao sat behind him, wouldn't that be admitting he was lower than him?

Yin Minjun felt annoyed.

She was a sword practitioner; how good could her temper be?

She was rushing to stick to Li Miao, and last night she even gave up a woman's restraint, only to get Li Miao's "we'll talk tomorrow night."

If she was stirred up by this surname Xiao, wouldn't she be pissed off?

Her hand reached for the hilt of her sword.

But she was grabbed by a big hand.

Li Miao pressed Yin Minjun's hand, squeezed it, and signaled her not to care.

Instead, he smiled at Abbot Xiao.

"Then I'll disturb you."

Then he stood up holding Yin Minjun's hand, turned to the Huanhua Sword Sect group and said: "Go, I'll take you to change to a good position."

Having said that, he led several people towards the north side.

Yin Minjun was suddenly held by Li Miao, only feeling her palms sweating, feeling shy in her heart, but not daring to let go, fearing Li Miao wouldn't hold her again.

She didn't go to draw her sword either, lowering her head, blushing, and following Li Miao with small steps.

Looking like a young wife who had just married.

Seeing Abbot Xiao's face turn green.

Only to see Li Miao bring people to the north side on his own, and sit down on Abbot Xiao's seat with a plop.

Turning to instruct the Huanhua Sword Sect group: "Sit, all sit."

"Just sit in the Longmen Sect's seat, pick the front ones, it's clear to see."

"Abbot Xiao has a high status, standing high and seeing far. You don't block him, let him sit in the back."

Having said that, he reached out and grabbed a chair, put it together with his own, and pulled Yin Minjun to sit on it.

Then he leaned into Yin Minjun's ear and said softly.

"Elder Yin."

"Like this, is it close enough?"

But he was teasing Yin Minjun for always moving towards him just now.

Making Yin Minjun blush so much she was about to shed tears.

"Ah! I, I..."

Li Miao smiled, patted Yin Minjun's hand, and leaned on the chair, lazily looking at Abbot Xiao and others walking back.

Abbot Xiao's face became increasingly ugly, walked to Li Miao, and asked coldly.

"Hero Li, I kindly moved a seat for you, what is the meaning of this?"

"Ah, thank you."

Li Miao took out the lazy expression he usually used to anger Zhu Zai.

"They are all friends of Elder Yin, so it's not good to be partial."

"Thank you Abbot Xiao for giving up the seat, I just happened to want to see clearly, so I could chat with Elder Yin."

Having said that, he even lifted the hand holding Yin Minjun and shook it in front of him.

"You!"

Abbot Xiao laughed in anger, already knowing Li Miao was mocking him, and was about to open his mouth to fight back.

Then he heard an old, hearty voice coming from behind.

"Hero Li, Elder Yin, you are here."

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Abbot Xiao turned his head suddenly, but saw Xingchi being helped by someone, bypassing him, and walking straight to Li Miao.

(End of chapter)