C339 Fighting (1) (1/2)

”Brother Chu, which direction are you going in?”

Standing at the city gate, Ning Xingyu asked.

To the south of the city gate was an endless forest. Outside the city, there were two paths. One led to the east, and the other to the west.

Chu Mo did not answer, and asked instead, ”What about you? ”Where do you want to go?”

Ning Xingyu looked at Chu Mo, and after a long while, answered: ”I'll go to the east!”

Chu Mo spread out his hands, and laughed: ”A banquet that cannot be avoided, I want to head west.”

With that, Chu Mo cupped his fists towards Ning Xingyu and turned to walk onto the official road on the west side.

Looking at Chu Mo's back as he walked further and further away, Ning Xingyu sighed while shaking his head: ”Oh Brother Chu, you clearly know that there's a tiger ahead yet you still want to walk it alone. Are you afraid of giving me more trouble, or do you have absolute confidence? Perhaps, this is your martial dao? How difficult is it to do, and to only care about going forward? ”

Ning Xingyu stood at the entrance of the city, and only after Chu Mo had completely disappeared from the horizon did he finally move.

Chu Mo knew what Ning Xingyu meant. Ning Xingyu did not have anything special to do, he was only worried for Chu Mo's safety, so he escorted him out of the city. It was so much that Ning Xingyu wanted to send him off for a while more.

The reason was not because Ning Xingyu thought that the martial way was impetuous, nor was it because he was worried about causing trouble for him. It was because Chu Mo was really going to the west, and that direction was the direction where the Chu Capital was located, which was the destination of Chu Mo's training.

He was going to the Chu Capital to take the Star Academy test!

The dark clouds in the sky were getting lower and lower, making people feel oppressed, as if their hearts were being pressed down by a stone.

Not long after, the dark clouds were split by a bolt of lightning, and a drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The road that Chu Mo chose was an official road, and there were no buildings or houses on both sides of the road to shelter from the rain, but luckily the rain was light, and as Chu Mo walked in the rain, it gave off a different feeling.

”It seems like the rain isn't far. If only I had an umbrella!”

An oil-paper umbrella appeared in front of him, blooming amidst the drizzling rain like a daffodil.

Chu Mo stopped in his tracks, not because he wanted to borrow an umbrella, because the umbrella was still very far away.

He looked at the oil-paper umbrella, or more accurately, at the person beneath it, and his eyes narrowed.

The oil-paper umbrella tilted backwards slightly, and Xu Yonghe revealed his face as he sneered, ”Chu Mo, long time no see!”

Chu Mo looked at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and said, ”I didn't expect that you had prepared this well.”

Xu Yonghe said, ”For you, of course we have to be more thorough.”