Chapter 92

"Are there any empty seats?"

The waiter accompanied him with a smile and said: "Guest, it's really unfortunate, there are no empty tables. Let me ask for you, is it okay to share a table with other guests?"

"That's fine."

At a table nearby, a bald man sitting alone glanced over, his eyes lighting up.

"A good man!"

He was originally a straightforward person who liked to make friends. Seeing the man at the door with a heroic appearance, ape-like arms and a wasp waist, and carrying a unique temperament he had never seen before, he was delighted to see a hunter.

He immediately said.

"Sir, are you willing to sit with me!"

Li Miao glanced over there, smiled, ordered the waiter to bring some tea and snacks, and then walked over.

The matter of the Five Mountains Sword Sect had passed for several months.

After it ended that day, he took the remaining four sects and had Wang Hai take them to Shuntian Prefecture to see Zhu Zai. Wang Hai knew what to say, and Zhu Zai knew what to do, so he didn't have to worry about the aftermath.

He didn't return to Shuntian Prefecture, but rested for a few days in the Qi and Lu region, then set off alone toward the Miao frontier.

After his conditioning, the Gu poison in Li Xiaosi's body would not be a problem for the time being. But long nights bring many dreams, so Li Miao naturally wanted to solve it as soon as possible.

Anyway, Zhu Zai gave him one year to solve the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and it was finished in less than three months, incidentally crippling the Ming Sect, which was enough to report.

The remaining time was treated as paid leave. Wang Hai brought back the heads of Lan Lechuan, Yun Zelin, and a string of Ming Sect protectors and banner leaders; even if Zhu Zai was dissatisfied, he couldn't say anything.

It's just that Mei Qinghe smashed Yun Zelin's head into a mess, and he didn't know if Zhu Zai could recognize it.

Li Miao walked to the table and sat down, greeting the big man: "Great Master, greetings."

The big man was stunned, but laughed boisterously.

"Sir is truly extraordinary; I'm not wearing a cassock, and there are no ring scars on my head, yet you are the first to recognize that I am a monk!"

"May I ask your name!"

Li Miao bowed: "Li Miao, a wanderer in the Jianghu, with no sect or faction."

The big man also extended one hand to his chest: "Shaolin, Yong Yong Jie, greetings to the benefactor."

Li Miao smiled: "Great Master's dharma name is quite interesting."

"'Virtue extends forever, wonderful body is always firm.' Great Master's seniority is not small."

The seniority characters of Shaolin were set long ago, with a total of seventy characters, passed down from generation to generation. The current Shaolin abbot is of the 'Xing' generation and is almost a hundred years old.

Yong Yong Jie is one generation lower than him, and in terms of seniority, there are few in the Jianghu who can sit on equal footing with him.

Yong Yong Jie laughed loudly: "My master's seniority is high, and I'm taking advantage of it. Everywhere I go, there are nephews and nieces. I'm polite, but I just can't make a few friends of the same generation!"

"A wanderer as outstanding as you is exactly who I want to make friends with! Meeting is fate, drink this cup!"

Having said that, this monk actually poured himself a cup of wine and drank it in one gulp.

Li Miao raised his eyebrows, feeling amused in his heart: "I'm really gaining knowledge by going out; I've encountered a classic character from a storybook, a meat-and-wine monk, today."

Li Miao recognized his background based on Yong Yong Jie's martial arts, and had long known that this was a Shaolin martial monk.

Monks have to keep commandments, but sometimes they will fudge things in certain aspects.

A more typical one is the martial monk.

Practicing martial arts is a very energy-consuming thing. Like Li Miao, when he first started, he had to eat two or three catties of meat a day. Poor scholars and rich martial arts; practicing martial arts is something that can't be sustained without some family background.

And martial monks are relatively awkward; practicing martial arts consumes Qi and blood. If they really keep the commandments and eat tofu and green vegetables every day, they won't be able to make up for it no matter how much they eat.

So, martial monks will generally play on the edge. For example, there is a saying called "five clean meats," which means that as long as the death of this thing has nothing to do with me, then it doesn't matter if I eat it.

There is also the legend of Emperor Taizong of Tang ordering the thirteen Shaolin stick monks to eat meat; it's possible that this is also a story made up by the monks themselves to open this gap for themselves.

It's just that Yong Yong Jie is not just secretly having a little bit.

Li Miao glanced at the dishes on the table, and there was a dish of scallion-fried lamb.

This is enough to open one's eyes.

The monk's abstinence from meat and pungent vegetables; "meat" refers to meat, and "pungent" refers to the five plants of scallion, garlic, leek, onion, and asafoetida, which have a large smell and affect pure cultivation.

This dish of scallion-fried lamb can be considered to have occupied all the meat and pungent vegetables.

Not to mention Yong Yong Jie's little wine, after drinking it, he kept smacking his lips, looking like a drunkard.

Li Miao was amused, so he poured himself a cup and drank it in one gulp.

"Refreshing!"

Yong Yong Jie laughed loudly.

The two pushed cups and changed lamps; one had a bold personality, the other was old and worldly, and both had a good impression of each other, so they soon became familiar.

After some conversation, they actually found that both of their destinations were the Miao frontier, which was just on the same road.

After discussion, the two decided to set off together after eating.

As he spoke, the dishes Li Miao ordered were all served.

Without Li Xiaosi following, Li Miao gradually learned to spend money during this time, but he still couldn't change the habit of being extravagant, and ordered a lot of good dishes.

Yong Yong Jie, a monk, didn't have much money in his pocket, so he had never ordered so many good things.

Li Miao greeted him to eat together, and Yong Yong Jie also thanked him with a loud laugh and started eating with Li Miao.

The two ate for a while, full of wine and food.

Li Miao felt sleepy after eating, and Yong Yong Jie also figured out Li Miao's lazy temperament, so he didn't urge him, just sat there and let Li Miao lean against the back of the chair to close his eyes and rest, picking up dishes from time to time to kill time.

At this time, the meal time had passed, and the guests in the shop had almost left. The waiter was not in a hurry to let the two vacate the place, so he quietly cleaned the table on the side.

Just when the shop gradually became quiet, Li Miao suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand into a claw and grabbed into the void.

"Ah—"

A waiter was grabbed from the door by him in the air, his hands and feet fluttering wildly, his face turning pale.

Li Miao put him down and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, go hide in the back."

"Get some water, and when there's no movement in a while, come out and wash the floor."

"Yes... guest, thank you, thank you!"

The waiter hurriedly thanked Li Miao a few times and stumbled to the back kitchen.

"Which expert is it?"

A shout came from outside the shop door, and then footsteps were chaotic, and four or five people poured in from outside the door, carrying swords and knives.

One of them had already drawn his sword and was holding it in his hand.

It was him just now who slashed at the waiter. If it weren't for Li Miao, the waiter would have already died at his hands.

His eyes scanned the shop. At this time, there were not many people in the shop, so he easily locked his eyes on Li Miao's table.

It's just that he didn't care about Li Miao, but after seeing Yong Yong Jie, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Big, big brother!"

(End of chapter)