Chapter 230: Choosing a Master is Like Fate [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"Ahem, don't be nervous, it's me."
A boy with an unfamiliar face appeared outside the cave.
Although the boy was male, he had a beautiful, feminine appearance, with a pair of round, bright almond-shaped eyes that left a deep impression. His features were more defined than those of ordinary people, and at first glance, he even had a touch of exotic charm.
Anyone who sees him would say, "What a handsome young man!"
The boy, completely oblivious to being caught, walked into the cave with a grin and waved to Chu Yao beside the young man.
He called out loudly, "Wu Hui!"
A flicker of surprise crossed Chu Yao's eyes, but he still said with a hint of helplessness, "How could Wu Lang risk his life? Qi Yuanliang didn't even keep an eye on him. It's clear we can't rely on him..."
Shen Tang, holding up her clothes, smiled and took small steps forward.
"You really can't blame him for this." Seeing that Chu Yao was only a little listless and had some bruises, but was in good general condition, Shen Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a real smile spread across her face. She even smiled and said a good word for Qi Shan.
Chu Yao then said, "Shouldn't we blame Wu Lang instead of him?"
Shen Tang choked for a moment, then said, "It's my fault. I was so worried when I heard from Xiao Fang and the others that you and Banbu were missing. I followed the direction Zhai Yuewen pointed and came here. Perhaps it was fate, but I had a premonition that you were here!"
She boasted, as if taking credit: "I found it on the first try!"
Even Chu Yao, who was usually so composed, blushed slightly at Shen Tang's words.
What divine will?
To win back Wenxin, he mortgaged his life and fortune to Shen Tang—because of this bond, Wu Lang could know his location whenever he wanted. Chu Yao only felt that Wu Lang was a bit glib, and after a moment's thought, he realized that it must have been Qi Yuanliang who had corrupted him.
He silently made a mental note of Qi Shan's actions.
Seeing that Shen Tang knew Chu Yao, the young man's tense nerves relaxed, but at the same time a new question arose—he had set up a maze outside, which, although not very lethal, could trap people invisibly.
How did this young man get close to her without anyone noticing?
"Wu Hui, who is this gentleman?"
Although Shen Tang was delighted, she did not overlook the unfamiliar young man.
Chu Yao replied solemnly, "This is Yao's savior."
Shen Tang quickly bowed to the young man.
Given Chu Yao's abilities, the fact that he would say such a thing shows that the young man had truly played a significant role. She should sincerely thank him, both morally and logically, and the young man accepted it graciously. Shen Tang said, "My surname is Shen, my given name is Tang, and my courtesy name is Youli. How shall I address you, sir?"
It's still important to find out the name of your savior.
That way, I can repay your kindness in the future.
Looking at Shen Tang, who was young but well-mannered, the young man replied, "I am a country bumpkin. My surname is Kang, my given name is Shi, and my courtesy name is Jishou."
Shen Tang addressed him as "Mr. Kang".
Kang Shi said, "I have a question; could you please enlighten me, Mr. Shen?"
"Mr. Kang, please feel free to ask."
"Kang set up a maze outside, confident in his abilities. How did you, Young Master Shen, manage to break through it so quietly?"
Shen Tang was stumped by the question.
"A maze? What maze?"
Seeing that her expression didn't seem fake, Kang Shi also felt a little suspicious: "Didn't Master Shen notice the maze outside the cave?"
Shen Tang shook her head: "I don't know..."
Before Kang Shi could ask any more questions, a male voice, both amused and exasperated, came from outside the cave: "I solved the maze, so naturally, Mr. Shen is unaware of it."
Shen Tang craned his neck to look outside the cave.
"Why is Mr. Gu here too?"
The person who arrived was Gu Chi.
Gu Chi's smile carried a hint of unfriendliness.
It's not his fault. What normal person can compete with a husky that's energetic, vigorous, and running around like a maniac in terms of endurance?
He rushed as fast as he could, but could only watch Shen Tang's retreating figure, his anger seething inside him, utterly displeased.
What annoyed him even more was that Shen Tang hadn't even noticed him following her, as her entire attention was on Chu Yao.
Tsk—
"Shen Lang is recklessly charging forward, isn't he afraid of running into the rebels and getting himself killed? I came along just in case," Gu Chi said, then added, "If you were to fall into my hands, do you think that scoundrel Qi Yuanliang would let me off the hook?"
Absolutely not!
The moment Gu Chi appeared, Kang Shi noticed him.
He bowed to Kang Shi as a peer.
Kang Shi returned the greeting.
His mind raced, and he thought to himself, "How strange!"
Isn't that unusual?
One Chu Yao, a second-rank official in Chinese literature.
Gu Chi can pass through the maze he set up without anyone noticing—even if he didn't put much effort into it, ordinary scholars would still be in a lot of trouble if they encountered it—and Gu Chi can not only come and go freely, but also help Shen Tang.
Such literary figures of this caliber are rare.
He met two people in one night.
She also had a close relationship with the same young man.
Emmm——
He couldn't resist his curiosity again.
Gu Chi listened to Kang Shi's thoughts without making a sound, then lowered his eyelids, concealing the fleeting deep thought in his eyes.
The group sat down in the not-so-spacious cave.
Gu Chi took the initiative to start the conversation: "From what you two have said about Wu Xian of Tianhai and Gu Ren of Shangnan, Mr. Kang is not very satisfied with the two of them?"
Kang Shi bluntly stated, "I am not satisfied."
Gu Chi chatted with him casually: "I have thought of a good candidate—this man is from Yiru, Lingzhou, surnamed Zhang, named He, courtesy name Yongqing. He is very famous in the Lingzhou area and deeply loved by the people. What do you think of him, Mr. Kang?"
Without hesitation, Kang Shi replied, "Him? No, that won't work either."
Gu Chi asked again, "Why not?"
Zhang Yongqing is decisive and efficient, never easily swayed, and has no penchant for forming sworn brotherhoods. There is no story of "twelve younger sisters-in-law greeting him as soon as he enters the door." He has been rooted in Lingzhou for many years.
Now, with a single call to action, countless people follow...
Regardless of the circumstances, they are both good candidates.
He was curious to hear what Kang Shi had to say.
To everyone's surprise, Kang Shi said, "This man's appearance is not to my liking."
Gu Chi: "???"
Chu Yao: "???"
Shen Tang: "???"
Does it even depend on looks?
Of course, it is necessary, at least in Kangshi's case.
He had two great passions in his life.
One reason was gambling, and the other was admiring beautiful women.
Gu Chi mentioned Zhang Yongqing, whom he had met once before. Zhang Yongqing wasn't ugly, but he wasn't particularly handsome either; aside from his good demeanor, his appearance was that of an ordinary person. As for Zhang He's abilities, in Kang Shi's opinion, they were exceptionally tall for someone of limited stature.
The conditions aren't good enough for me to settle for less.
Of course, I wouldn't consider it.
Shen Tang's lips twitched slightly: "Is it... possible to do this?"
Kang Shi laughed and said, "Of course we can. After all, it's a once-in-a-lifetime event, and we should be selective. Choosing a partner is like finding a spouse. Rather than settling for someone you don't like, why can't we wait and find someone who satisfies us in every way?"
It's not like he can't wait.
If you really can't wait any longer, just go into seclusion; it's not worth risking your life.
Shen Tang: "..."
That sounds reasonable.
With too many wounded, traveling in the dark was not advisable, so the group could only wait for dawn in the mountain valley. With Shen Tang and Gu Chi joining the group, Chu Yao was no longer worried, and his nerves relaxed slightly before he fell into a deep sleep. Gu Chi volunteered to take over the night watch, while Shen Tang sat idly with her knees drawn up to her chest.
Just then, she heard the crisp sound of dice clashing together as Kang Shi got up, and looked over curiously.
Kang Shi noticed her gaze.
He assumed Shen Tang didn't know what this thing was.
He said mysteriously, "Good treasure."
Shen Tang asked, "Baby?"
Kang Shi: "Yes, I can carry it with me anytime to satisfy my cravings."
Shen Tang asked, puzzled: "To satisfy your craving?"
Satisfying your cravings with dice?
At this point, she hadn't realized that Kang Shi was also a "gambling enthusiast." After all, in her mind, scholars were all refined and restrained, and they looked down on gambling, which was a heretical pursuit.
She simply couldn't imagine that refined scholars would expose their sleeves, stand on stools, swing their arms wide to throw dice, and shout at the gambling table with their faces red—it was truly beneath the high-class image of scholars.
Kang Shi took the exquisite jar ornament from his waist.
The accessory was opened, revealing three exquisite dice carved from translucent white jade, leaving Shen Tang speechless.
Ah, this—
That accessory is an ingenious gambling tool!
Seeing that Shen Tang's expression was rather amusing, Kang Shi had the idea to show off his gambling skills: "Young Master Shen, would you like to play a couple of rounds?"
Shen Tang's lips twitched: "How do you play this?"
She felt that her intellectual filter seemed to have cracked.
Kang Shi: "The simplest way is to bet on big or small. You and I each roll the dice once, and the sum of the three dice determines who has the higher score."
Speaking of this, Kang Shi also has a tearful story to tell.
His gambling skills were truly superb.
But that damned way of the scholar.
Even if his opponent only rolls four, in the next round he will either lose the dice, break them, or only roll three.
In short, you're bound to lose when you gamble.
This is absolutely outrageous.
No matter how much Kang Shi honed his gambling skills or tried different methods, he would still lose, whether it was playing cards or rolling dice...
Maintain stability.
The remaining two thousand words will be in the early morning, so everyone should go to sleep early.
Ugh, I spent over thirty minutes thinking of a name... I hate naming things the most.
(End of this chapter)
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