C192 (1/2)

”I say, can you eat less? The sparrow hasn't eaten yet!”

On a public road, a thin, scholar-looking man was fighting over a steamed bun with a man who looked very well-dressed, but whose actions made others feel that he was very different.

The thin, yellow-haired little girl behind the scholar stared unhappily at the well-dressed man.

The man seemed to feel that he was in the wrong as he sighed and handed the steamed bun in his hand to the little girl called Little Sparrow.

”Here, I'll give you a bite when I see how pitiful you are.”

Bird suddenly laughed and snatched the steamed bun from his hands. She tore off half of it and handed it to the scholar, while stuffing the other half into her own mouth.

The man looked at his empty palm and could not help but wail. ”No conscience, no conscience!”

The scholar seemed to have already gotten used to the man's appearance. He rolled his eyes and no longer paid any attention to him. He picked up the steamed bun in his hand and began to eat it slowly.

The man also stopped his wailing. He turned around and took out an oilcake from his bosom. He sighed. ”Fine, fine. Since you guys like eating steamed buns so much, then I'll only eat sesame seed cakes.”

Afterwards, the scholar and the sparrow looked at each other before entering a new round of competition.

When the passersby saw this scene, their eyes were filled with contempt. However, the three of them weren't worried at all.

As night gradually fell, a bonfire was set on the side of the road.

Bird had already fallen asleep by the bonfire. It was unknown what the two men were thinking as they watched the light of the fire.

The man was the first to speak. ”Ant, why do you want to go to the East Zhou?”

Hearing the man's words, the scholar did not refute his title. Instead, he used the firewood in his hand to stir up the firewood, making it burn even more vigorously.

”To study.”

When the man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but then he said, ”Reading?”

The firelight shone on the scholar's face, but his appearance could not be seen clearly. ”Only the East Zhou Dynasty is considered a pure land for scholars. Probably, only there would one have the chance to see a prosperous era.”

The man didn't say anything after hearing this. He whispered, ”Dong Zhou!”

The scholar looked at the man and asked, ”What about you?” I still don't know your name, why are you going to the East Zhou? ”

The man laughed mischievously, took out a piece of Kobold Tail Grass from the grass not far away and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, ”My name is Lu Beiyou, I'm going to the Eastern Zhou to take samples.”

Take things out? The man was slightly surprised when he heard this. It seemed that the man in front of him had a deep understanding of the East Zhou.

The scholar did not ask anymore after he asked. Although he was a scholar, he could still tell that Lu Beiyou was not ordinary. They were destined not to be the same people. Being able to travel together was already fate. Any more and it would be like talking about fate.

Seeing that the scholar had stopped talking, Lu Beiyou put the sword bag under his head and squinted his eyes under the firelight.

The well-dressed man was Lu Beiyou. After Bei Shan came down, the first thing he chose to do was to go to the Eastern Zhou Country. On one hand, he wanted to retrieve the complete 'Pure Yang'. On the other hand, he wanted to know if he could find information about his parents in the East Week.

On the way, he coincidentally met the boy and girl beside him. Upon hearing that the two of them were also heading for the Eastern Zhou Empire, Lu Beiyou felt a little pity for them.

The scholar called out to Bu Mayi, which was why Lu Beiyou had casually called out to him as' ant '. The scholar had retorted many times, but in the end, the retort had no effect. Slowly, the scholar had also accepted this form of address.