The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 35 Meeting
"Jinyiwei?"

Zuo Lishan put down the teacup and frowned.

"Several people?"

"Two, a man and a woman. The man is wearing official boots and a Jinyiwei badge. The woman is dressed like a gangster, and doesn't look like an official."

"How's your martial arts?"

"Far better than me, at least he is at the top level in the world." Fei Junxuan replied.

Zuo Lishan pondered secretly.

Although the Jinyiwei was an official organization and there were some sons of nobles who were just trying to get by, if one's martial arts skills reached the first-class level, they would definitely be able to get a rank.

But when the Jinyiwei came to the door, they were usually swift and decisive, and they wanted to kill. This kind of lonesome coming to the door to make a scene and leaving without leaving any way was more like the method used by street thugs to smash up the place and seize territory, which was confusing.

"How old is that woman?"

"There was a man in his twenties, using a sword, but he didn't do much, and I couldn't see where he was going."

"A top-notch expert in her twenties cannot possibly not have a legacy... Describe her appearance."

Fei Junxuan described it. After all, he was a man of the world who had practiced martial arts since childhood, and he was not a constable, so he could only give a broad description such as "willow-leaf eyebrows" and "almond-core eyes".

But the more Zuo Lishan listened, the more familiar it sounded: "Why does it sound like... Mei Qinghe from Huashan Sect?"

It has been nearly half a month since Zhao Ying came to visit Taishan Sword Sect. Zuo Lishan also asked someone to confirm Mei Qinghe's identity and naturally had an idea of her appearance.

If it were someone else, based on Fei Junxuan's words, they would easily be able to find seventy or eighty numbers.

However, first-rate masters in their twenties are extremely rare. All of them are the direct descendants and confidants of major sects, and are the roots of their sect’s inheritance.

The age, weapon, and appearance all match. She is a female expert who has recently appeared in the Qi and Lu areas. It would be difficult to find a second one like her.

"How did you get mixed up with the Jinyiwei?"

"Huashan Sect... has found a backer?"

"Is this... a backer coming to your door to ask for trouble for your subordinates?"

Zuo Lishan had indeed been planning to integrate the Five Mountains Sword Sects, and had always wanted to use the Huashan Sect as the sacrifice.

When Zhao Ying came to his house, he planned to use this incident as an excuse to suppress the Huashan Sect at this Five Mountains Alliance Conference, or at least accuse them of having a dishonest style. In this way, he would be able to do things more legitimately in the future and would have to work less hard.

But if the Jinyiwei is involved... he will have no choice but to be cautious.

As for Zhao Ying, he didn't care.

He had indeed promised Zhao Ying that he would uphold justice and had already arranged for someone to collect the benefits.

The Huwei Escort Agency is about to become one of the Taishan Sect's industries.

But, how can justice be said for a third-rate power whose head has died? In the end, martial arts are the key to success. Zhao Ying himself lacks experience and cannot convince his subordinates. Moreover, his swordsmanship has been abolished, and only one tenth of his martial arts skills remain. The Tiger Escort Agency is already in turmoil and is about to collapse.

Taishan Sect taking over Huwei Escort Agency is beneficial to the escort agents. Not only will they be more confident when going out to escort, but other forces will also look after them for the sake of Taishan Sword Sect, and they will even get more money than before.

Even if Zhao Ying raised his hand and called out at the Huwei Escort Agency, he could only face an awkward silence.

The matter was a foregone conclusion, and whether Zuo Lishan broke the contract or not, Zhao Ying was powerless to change it.

"That Jinyiwei said he'll be going again tomorrow?"

"Yes." "I'll go back with you."

"what?"

Fei Junxuan was stunned for a moment.

He originally wanted to explain the situation to Zuo Lishan and send a few experts down the mountain. Who would have thought that Zuo Lishan would go out in person?
Zuo Lishan was just like that. He didn't like to waste time and energy on pulling back and forth. He was most used to using speed to beat slowness, pushing all the chips forward directly, and smashing all the calculations into a mess.

Since he had mastered martial arts, it was hard to find an opponent among his peers, and it was even harder to find a situation where he needed to take action after he turned thirty-five. With his martial arts skills, I think he would be able to dispel all the opponent's plans.

After Zuo Lishan made the decision, he no longer hesitated, stood up, took his sword, and went down the mountain with Fei Junxuan.

The sun sets in the west and rises in the east, and it is noon the next day.

The front door of Taishan Sect was opened, and the lobby was cleared of everything, with a table placed in the middle.

Zuo Lishan sat upright at the table, his sword placed diagonally next to his chair, and wine and food were prepared on the table.

The other Taishan disciples had already left, only Fei Junxuan stood aside, staring at the door.

The time has come.

Li Miao did not break his promise and walked into the door with Mei Qinghe.

Li Miao looked into the room and his eyes fell on Zuo Lishan's face. He looked him up and down and said with a smile, "I thought it would take a few days before I could see the real owner."

"Is Sect Leader Zuo so free?"

Zuo Lishan was also looking at Li Miao.

When one reaches the level of a top master, he can already sense the flow of the opponent's internal Qi to a certain extent. Without using his hands, he can see the flow of the opponent's strength, and thus judge the level of the opponent's martial arts.

But now, Zuo Lishan observed Li Miao carefully and could not detect his martial arts at all, as if the person opposite him was an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.

"Why is the breath so light and short?"

For masters who have achieved success in internal strength, the breath is all steady and long.

When fighting, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you still need to breathe. The longer the breath, the fewer flaws there are in breathing during the fight. With Li Miao's breath, he needs to breathe within one or two moves. Even if it's a disciple who has just reached the level of martial arts, his breath won't be so short.

Look at the hands. People who practice martial arts can never avoid marks on their hands. Those who learn boxing have calluses on the tip of their fists. Those who learn palm techniques have calluses on the palms. Those who learn finger techniques have shorter middle fingers than ordinary people. Even if one has learned advanced soft skills, the nails will leave marks.

But Li Miao's hands looked more like those of a rich young man who had never been involved in housework, and not even a trace of anything could be seen.

Not to mention the true energy and strength in the body, there was no sense of it at all.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zuo Lishan only thought that this person was practicing a strange martial art that was different from the martial arts of the Central Plains. He was secretly on guard, but did not show any surprise on his face.

He didn't doubt that Fei Junxuan would talk nonsense, and Li Miao must have martial arts skills. But no matter what, as long as he was there, he didn't have to worry about the other party causing any trouble.

"He is just pretending to be something by relying on his identity as a Jinyiwei and his unique martial arts." Zuo Lishan thought.

How could he have imagined that the so-called "returning to nature" and "seeing the indestructible God" would actually appear before his eyes?

The more achievements a person has in his field, the more difficult it is for him to break free from the limitations of his own ideas. Zuo Lishan is no exception.

Li Miao walked to the table and sat down, picked up the wine pot and poured himself a glass: "Master Zuo, do you have anything to ask?"

(End of this chapter)