Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 860 - 859: Liang Yongping's Diary

Upon hearing Liang Yongping speak, Chu Ge felt even more admiration. The old man was indeed perceptive, having discerned matters so quickly."Got a little hurt a few days ago, but I'm mostly recovered. By the way, old man, how is Liang Xiao's recovery coming along?"

Although Chu Ge trusted that Liang Yongping would not harm him, he didn't want to mention his special physique. He casually deflected and changed the subject.

Liang Yongping glanced at Chu Ge, "Thanks to you, he's recovering well enough to get out of bed and walk now."

This "thanks to you" was half in jest and half genuine. The jest was because Liang Xiao was severely injured by Chu Ge, and the genuine feeling was gratitude since it was Chu Ge who ensured Liang Xiao's life was not at risk and his path in martial arts was not cut short.

Sensing a hint of annoyance in Liang Yongping's tone, Chu Ge smiled and didn't say much more. He followed Liang Yongping into the small building, washed up, applied some medicine to his bruised body, and changed into a martial arts outfit similar to Liang Yongping's.

At noon, Chu Ge made a meal using a clay stove. The old and young sat across from each other at a lacquered bamboo table. The old man took a bite and his eyes brightened, looking at Chu Ge in some surprise.

"Kid, were you a cook in the army? This is quite some craftsmanship. I haven't had food that suits my taste like this in a long time."

Chu Ge grinned, "Since I'll be staying here for a few days, if you like my cooking, I'll handle the meals for these days. This afternoon, I'll go to the woods to fetch some wild game, and cook you something even better for dinner."

"Haha, great! Great! I'll take out a good bottle of my wine tonight, and we can drink a couple of glasses together."

Saying this, Liang Yongping shook his head, "Alas, you'll eventually leave, and if my palate becomes spoiled by your cooking, I'll be quite upset then."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ge felt a pang in his heart, realizing that despite Liang Yongping's great strength, he was ultimately an elderly man in his twilight years.

"Old man, you don't have to worry about that. Once everything settles, I'll just be a free man, and I can visit you now and then, let you beat me up, and cook you some meals. It's no trouble at all."

Liang Yongping put down his chopsticks, looked at Chu Ge's seemingly nonchalant but sincerely smiling face, and nodded, "That would be wonderful, except..."

As he spoke halfway, Liang Yongping stopped. Chu Ge asked, "Except what?" but Liang Yongping just smiled and said no more.

After lunch, Liang Yongping led Chu Ge to a room on the second floor, telling him to rest well there and that he would come over in the evening. Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment and took a thick notebook from the shelf, handing it to Chu Ge.

"Old man, what is this..."

"It's just some things I've jotted down over the years. If you're bored, take a look. Well, I'm off."

Watching from the window as Liang Yongping walked away, Chu Ge sat back on the bed and opened the notebook. The paper was slightly yellowed, suggesting its age.

As his gaze fell on a few words on the first page, Chu Ge couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Starting today, I will become a sharp blade. I don't know how much time I have left, yet I have no regrets."

Aside from these words, there was only a date in the bottom right corner, marking a time decades ago.

Turning to the second page, the third, and the fourth... Chu Ge read on, realizing that this was a diary by Liang Yongping.

Although the first page didn't specify clearly, Chu Ge quickly realized it must have been the day Liang Yongping officially joined the organization.

Feeling drowsy initially, Chu Ge snapped to alertness upon this realization.

For the entire afternoon, Chu Ge sat on the bed, flipping through the pages marked by Liang Yongping's life experiences with pen and paper.

There were no mentions of the organization or tasks related to Liang Yongping. The dates were not sequential either, yet Chu Ge was engrossed. Other than gently turning the pages, he made no other movements.

This was the epitome of a legendary elder's life, capturing his reflections on life, inner reverberations, changes in thought, his understanding and perception of martial arts, and insights and summaries about various things.

Chu Ge truly didn't expect that Liang Yongping would let him see something so significant. What merits did he, Chu Ge, possess to earn Liang Yongping's acknowledgment and trust?

Not to mention, even the records on martial arts alone would drive any Martial Artist of a certain level crazy. The higher the level they reached, the more they would appreciate the immense value hidden between those lines.

"Hey, kid, what time is it? You haven't cooked dinner yet? Where's the wild game you promised me?"

Chu Ge was watching when suddenly a voice came to his ears. He was startled and turned to look at the door, only to find Liang Yongping had already arrived.

"Uh... is it already evening?"

Chu Ge realized he had asked a redundant question, looking out the window to see the sky already dimming.

What stunned Chu Ge even more was that, with his reflexes, he hadn't heard Liang Yongping coming upstairs at all? If Liang Yongping hadn't called out to him, he might not have noticed there was someone at the door until now.

"I say, you're too lacking in vigilance! If I were your enemy, you'd be dead without knowing how you died."

Liang Yongping shook his head, disappointed. However, upon closer observation, one could see the laughter and deep gratification in his eyes.

Chu Ge had forgotten the time and everything around him, which was the greatest affirmation of his diary.

Awkwardly scratching his head, Chu Ge placed the diary aside and quickly got up from the bed, apologetically chuckling, "I'll be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Ge had already jumped out the window, and before long, he returned with a wild chicken and two fish, plucked and scaled them, added wood to the fire, and soon turned what he had caught into a delicious dinner.

On the lacquered bamboo table, Liang Yongping took out an old wine he had cherished for years but reluctant to drink, Chu Ge first filled a cup for Liang Yongping, then poured one for himself.

Chu Ge picked up his glass, abandoning his usual nonchalance, and said sincerely: "Sir, no words can express my gratitude, I, Chu Ge, toast to you."

Liang Yongping clinked glasses with Chu Ge, and both took a large sip.

Setting his glass down, Chu Ge waited for Liang Yongping to start eating before hesitantly asking, "Sir, Liang Chen got hurt because of me, and I almost killed your grandson. Why are you so good to me?"

"It's not easy to leave that place alive, and just for that, I can't ignore you. Besides, with Liang Xiao's skills, it's inevitable you'd have a serious fight with him. After all, he's someone I personally trained. Also..."

Liang Yongping sighed with a smile, waved his wine glass, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, it's boring. Come, let's drink, and after we drink, I'll train you again, see how long you can last under my hands this time."

Although Chu Ge sensed that Liang Yongping had more to say, since Liang Yongping chose not to continue, he couldn't ask further. He raised his glass and clinked with Liang Yongping again, taking another big gulp.

With their meal and drinks done, the two chatted at the table for a while, then left the building to spar once more.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed. During these five days, Chu Ge's life was reading that diary, cooking three meals a day, and repeatedly losing to Liang Yongping in their sparring sessions.

Though Chu Ge hadn't won a single match, he clearly felt he had made significant progress, not just in moves and skills, but in an indescribable transformation from within.

That morning, while Chu Ge was chopping wood outside, his phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from Chen Jue, whose usually steady tone was now noticeably excited.

A few days ago, following Chu Ge's suggestion, he had integrated the beggars and vagrants in Lidu City, and it was already showing results, revealing some potentially useful situations.

According to some beggars living in Lidu Suburb, there was a printing factory in that area. For two consecutive days, they saw several South Koreans going in and out of there. If that were all, it wouldn't be much, but in the past couple of nights, they also noticed vehicles filled with goods coming and going, which was somewhat peculiar.

After receiving this information, Chen Jue didn't inform Chu Ge immediately but instead arranged for some of his people to infiltrate the printing factory as prospective printing workers. Sure enough, they made new discoveries.

Namely, there was a warehouse in the printing factory unknown to many regular employees. Chen Jue's people discovered this by getting an ordinarily loud employee drunk, a lucky gain by inviting this worker for a meal using their newcomer status.

With this knowledge, Chen Jue had his people attempt to approach the warehouse, and as he expected, they couldn't get near, being driven away from a distance.

Besides this, an even more important finding was that they surprisingly saw Xiaobai mingling with those South Koreans in that area.

If any of these incidents were looked at individually, they might not seem much, but linked together, they appeared rather suspicious.

Chen Jue's rise wasn't particularly clean; with his experience and intuition, this printing factory was worthy of investigation.

Reaching this stage of the investigation, Chen Jue called Chu Ge to seek his opinion.

After listening to Chen Jue, Chu Ge's lips slightly curled; he had been staying outside for quite some time, maybe it was time to return to Lidu for a visit.