Gao Wu: Starting with playing the Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e

Day 12 of playing Ke Zhen'e, early morning.

Without hesitation, Tang Luo left the small courtyard after moving and resumed his journey to the Prince Duan's residence.

After a long journey, Tang Luo stood in front of the courtyard gate again, gently pushed it open, and the old door bolt creaked as he remembered. Inside the courtyard, the banyan tree was still as tall and lush as before.

A few familiar figures hurriedly ran away from the courtyard. Although it was only seven o'clock, as third-class servants, they were already on their way to work.

Everything was exactly as I remembered; these eleven and a half days seemed to have had no effect on this little courtyard.

But at this moment, Tang Luo stood in front of the door, feeling somewhat dazed, as if he had been transported to another world.

Within his body, there was a faint sound of flowing water, and his blood and qi flowed like a trickle through his limbs and bones.

Although he has not yet truly entered the path of cultivation, he has already mastered the Mountain Stance in terms of cultivation methods, and in terms of physique, he has achieved minor success in body cultivation, with a strength of two hundred jin in one arm. He also possesses the wonderful method of the "Great Yin-Yang Harmony Foundation Diagram". He is completely different from the person he was eleven days ago.

Tang Luo casually grabbed a servant who was about to be late, took out two large coins from his pocket, waved them in front of him, and asked softly, "Do you know where Steward Wang is? If you do, these two coins are yours."

The servant carefully examined Tang Luo's face, then said hesitantly, "Tang Luo?"

"It's me." Tang Luo replied, then vaguely realized that the servant looked somewhat familiar.

"You've made it big?"

If nothing unexpected happens, Steward Wang should be in the kitchen.

Without answering his question, mainly because he genuinely didn't remember, Tang Luo handed him two large coins and then headed straight for the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, Wang He sat on a small stool with several kitchen staff, enjoying a bite of osmanthus cake and a sip of early spring bud tea, his eyes half-closed in comfort.

This was a privilege reserved for stewards; only stewards like him and the kitchen chefs were allowed to wait in the kitchen for the masters' leftover breakfast.

They say it's leftovers, but most of it is practically untouched; it's brand new!

boom! boom! boom!

Who is it?

The heavy knocking on the door jolted him out of his reverie. Wang Heqiang swallowed the pastry in his mouth and opened the door, grumbling.

The door opened, and there was a boy who looked somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar. After searching through his memories for a while, he finally remembered that it was Tang Luo, the one who had asked for leave.

This kid didn't even tell him he was taking leave, and he held a grudge about it for a while!

"What are you doing here?" Wang He looked at Tang Luo with annoyance, secretly making up his mind that if this kid couldn't give a clear answer, he would definitely show him what he was capable of!

Tang Luo first took out two pieces of silver from his pocket and handed them to Wang He discreetly through his sleeve before saying, "I took leave to go home and happened to be appreciated by the cultivator lord, who wants to take me as his disciple. However, my contract is still here. I would like to ask the steward if there is any way to resolve this."

"Oh?" Wang He accepted the silver, weighed it slightly in his hand, and his expression softened a bit.

He looked around, then glanced back at the kitchen staff, and whispered in Tang Luo's ear, "Come to my room later, and we'll talk in detail."

Tang Luo nodded hurriedly, then quietly handed over a few pieces of silver. Under Wang He's chubby face that couldn't stop smiling, he half-closed the door, left the kitchen, and headed towards Wang He's grand residence, which he remembered.

The country does not prohibit the slave trade. For example, the brokerage firm where he rented a room previously also sold slaves. These transactions were permitted and regulated by the government.

A contract of indenture, or more precisely, a contract of sale, is just a thin piece of paper, but it serves as a registered identity document issued by the government.

Tang Luo was sold to the Prince Duan's mansion as a slave.

If he wants to survive in Ye Kingdom, he must get this contract back.

While Tang Luo was pondering, he arrived at Wang He's residence, a fairly spacious courtyard with some flowers, plants, and trees, but it was messy and not very tidy.

After knocking for only a breath or two, Wang He opened the door. He first peeked out, and after making sure no one was around, he invited Tang Luo into the room.

Around the round table, Wang He lit incense, poured tea, and then asked in a kind voice, "May I ask which region your master is from?"

Tang Luo shook his head slightly: "I'm not quite sure, but I have seen Master meet with Wang Yuande, the head of the Wang family."

Hmm? A thought flashed through Wang He's mind. In fact, he was a member of the Wang family!

At that time, in order to invest in the eldest son of the Wang family, Wang Yuande allowed some members of the Wang family to enter the Wang Mansion, and Wang He was one of them.

In recent years, although he rarely left the mansion, Wang Yuande would often write him letters and inquire about his well-being every month, providing him with a considerable amount of money. Wang Yuande had also contributed a lot to his appointment as steward, which made him feel a strong sense of belonging.

"But is it the truth?"

Huh? Tang Luo looked at Wang He, whose expression had suddenly turned serious, and was somewhat puzzled.

What's wrong? I said Wang Yuande... wait, this Wang He, could he be from the Wang family?!

He knew that Wang Yuande had most likely sided with the eldest son of the Prince of Duan, but Wang He had been here for more than ten years. He was already here when the original owner came. How could Wang Yuande and the eldest son have made peace so early?

Tang Luo felt a little uneasy; he never expected this.

Fortunately, what he said was true.

Tang Luo nodded: "My master is very easy to recognize. He holds a fine iron cane, his eyes roll back, and he is tall."

"Hmm~"

Wang He originally wanted to ask Tang Luo for some money, but now he had to write a letter to ask his elder brother.

"You should go back now. I will come to find you in a couple of days."

Tang Luo nodded and left. After glancing at the sky and confirming that it was still early, he headed straight for the small courtyard he had previously rented.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

With a series of rhythmic knocks, Zhang He, who was practicing standing meditation in the courtyard, opened the door.

Outside the door, Tang Luo was trying to clear his mind and make sure he wasn't thinking about anything. The moment he saw Tang Luo open the door, he began to say, "Earthquake on the high hill, a scene of timeless beauty of streams and mountains."

The gate faces the vast sea, where three rivers converge and flow for ten thousand years!

These were the secret codes Tang Luo had agreed upon with them before leaving: one was three light knocks followed by three heavy knocks on the door, and the other was a verbal code.

Seeing this, Zhang He nodded slightly, confirming Tang Luo's identity.

"I came here today for two reasons, so that you two can recognize me and not not recognize me later."

Secondly, I want to tell you two that Master will most likely be away for a long time, and soon I will move to this small courtyard.

"I'm a genius. I know everything Master knows. You can ask me anything you don't understand."

After seeing He Lian inside the courtyard nod in confirmation, Tang Luo left again.

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The Wang family's inner bedroom.

Wang Yuande looked at the letter in his hand, somewhat puzzled.

Although he and his cousin corresponded monthly, their communication times were usually fixed. Why did a letter suddenly arrive this time?

After opening the letter and reading it, Wang Yuande suddenly realized something.

The text says that there is a servant named Tang Luo on his side who has been away for about ten days. He has become the disciple of a master with rolled-up eyes and a fine iron cane. The master now wants to redeem him. During the conversation, the master mentioned that he had communicated with him before and asked if it was true and what to do.

That's really true~

He did have some communication with that Ke Zhen'e, but he didn't really know whether Ke Zhen'e had a disciple or not, as the man hadn't told him either.

As for what to do?

Do whatever you need to do. Don't make things difficult. As long as you pay enough money, we'll do you a favor.

With these thoughts in mind, he picked up his pen and began to write.