Martial Saint through Reading

Chapter 351: Chapter 273: All Things Record, Sea Scripture_4

But the other side seemed quite enduring.

Guard?!

Zhuge Rui’s hard-suppressed anger flared up again.

"Waiter, another serving of these to go."

"Alright."

"Does Lord Chu only indulge in eating, drinking, and having fun?" Zhuge Rui suppressed his anger once more.

Chu Ming did not respond, continuing to eat the dishes.

When the second serving wrapped in oil paper came, he put down his chopsticks.

"Could Guard Zhuge please help me with this?" Chu Ming was carrying two portions of the dish.

Zhuge Rui looked at the leftover twenty or so oil packets, his knuckles cracking.

After the crack, he still picked up those oil packets, after all, he was the one who paid the silver.

One in front and one behind, the two of them walked out of the tavern like master and servant, then continued walking along the main road.

Zhuge Rui watched the direction, his tight face gradually relaxing.

Because this direction was heading out of the city.

As night fell, the Qin Capital was brightly lit, even busier than during the day.

Chu Ming walked and stopped, occasionally halting to look at shops and stalls with a face full of curiosity.

Zhuge Rui’s patience, worn down all day, had barely recovered and was being exhausted again as he trailed behind.

After nearly half an hour, he looked at the young man in front of him, feeling something odd suddenly arise in his heart.

A young man?

Right, he’s only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man, why should I, a renowned Silver Moon Thief, contend with him?

It’s just an investigation, I can handle it alone!

"Lord Chu." Zhuge Rui quickened his pace, intending to say something.

"Guard Zhuge, let’s walk faster, the sky is already dark." Chu Ming also quickened his steps.

Zhuge Rui’s expression changes were all captured by the Sword Gourd Spirit.

It’s dark?

Could it be...

Zhuge Rui’s heart leapt with joy, nightfall is great for an investigation, this kid is finally getting down to business!

Whether Chu Ming is there or not, he can investigate, but his task isn’t just to investigate, he also has to ensure Chu Ming’s safety.

Thus, going together is the most prudent choice.

They quickened their pace, and soon exited the city.

Compared to inside the city, there were fewer lights outside, though many pedestrians still carried torches along the main road.

The two of them followed the main road continuously for about five miles, then Chu Ming stopped.

This is the slum area outside the eastern part of the city.

"Lord Chu? Should I carry you? That would speed things up."

After leaving the city, Chu Ming’s pace slowed again, causing Zhuge Rui to be tempted several times to simply pick up the young man and run.

"No need, we’re here."

Chu Ming stepped off the main road and entered the slum.

"Lord Chu?!" Zhuge Rui’s long-quenched anger flared up once again.

Thud thud thud!

He threw away all the twenty-some oil packets, gave Chu Ming an angry glance, and then vanished into the night on his own.

Before leaving, he left a sentence: "Meet me at the Eight-direction Tavern at dawn."

The Eight-direction Tavern was the tavern where they had eaten before.

Looking into the deep darkness, Chu Ming’s lips curved into a smile.

Finally, he left.

The Sword Gourd Spirit sensed Zhuge Rui rushing eastward at great speed.

After waiting for a moment, Chu Ming utilized the night, brushed his right hand over his face, changed into a black robe, and disguised himself as a young man in black.

Picking up the oil packets on the ground, he stepped further into the slum.

As he ventured deeper, people in ragged clothes occasionally emerged, drawn by the smell, but upon seeing Chu Ming’s disguise, they quickly shrunk back in fear.

Before long, Chu Ming stopped in front of a shanty.

"You’re here." Ji Wujiang emerged from the house, eyes slightly flickering at the sight of the large and small parcels: "If you give them one meal, you’ll have to give them countless meals."

"These are for Mr. Ji and Little Yu." Chu Ming handed over the twenty-some oil packets.

"Mr. Ji?" Ji Wujiang shook his head, "It’s been a long time since someone called me that."

He took the oil packets, turned, and went inside, "If you don’t mind, come in and have a seat."

"Master, who’s here?" a young girl’s voice came from inside.

Chu Ming paused and followed inside.

"Little Yu."

Inside, the place was clean and tidy, a little girl in a thick cotton coat sat at a table reading, in stark contrast to the impoverished shanty area outside.

"It’s the big brother," Little Yu recognized at a glance the person who had given her meat slices the day before.

"Little Yu, these are all for you..." Ji Wujiang placed the oil packets on the table, then looked at Chu Ming.

"Hoong Jun," Chu Ming replied.

The identity that Master Hoong Ying created for him, it came in handy now.

"Hoong Jun?"

Ji Wujiang examined Chu Ming with deep meaning, then said to the little girl, "Little Yu, go to the inner room to read, take this with you."

Little Yu obediently took an oil packet and went into the inner room.

"Little Yu quite likes reading." Ji Wujiang said, "Have a seat."