Chapter 6, Red Fish

Today, we finally set up a net of heaven and earth to trap an elder of the Tianjue Temple, Zhong Wudao, along with the disciples of the Tianjue Temple.

Xiao Hong felt somewhat reluctant, but she still boarded the small boat. Just as the boatman was about to row, Xiao Hong suddenly came back, and Gu Qing reached out his hand

He arrived at the woodshed, and a faint smell of blood wafted towards him, as if a needle were pricking his taut nerves

Gu Qing nodded slightly, his remarkable eyesight allowing him to catch the monk's attention on his shoulder, which would be the point where Gu Qing would exert his strength. The monk's eyesight would not be inferior to Gu Qing's. Gu Qing was not surprised, silently observing the other party without the slightest hint of relaxation

She pointed at the shimmering river and softly said, "Little fish's fish"

Gu Qing is indifferent, but he has always been generous in making those who are good to him happy

He surprisingly did not feel disappointed, for this time he had the opportunity to wait until next year

Gu Qing took it, feeling that it was somewhat heavy in hand

His quick response took the monk by surprise

In her hand was a bundle of green silk scarf, inside which was wrapped something.

As he contemplated the tasks at hand, Gu Qing rarely felt a sense of anticipation arise within him. He temporarily forgot about his arrival in this world, the parting with the familiar Xiao Hong, and the young lady Lu Li, who possessed exceptional talent and insight in calligraphy.

The night rain in Jiangcheng arrives suddenly, first with the wind rising, causing the river water to splash and roar, followed by the sound of thunder and heavy rain.

Gu Qing was not afraid, as he had experienced death before, but he still decided to let the monk close his eyes. When his hand touched the monk's forehead, a surge of green energy emerged.

Little did one know that Gu Qing was not an ordinary person; moreover, with the sharp blade of the red fish, he breached the defenses of his youthful skills and struck at the vital point, resulting in his immediate demise

Gu Qing once again saw that layer of light golden glow, floating on the monk's skin

But suddenly his expression became anxious, followed by disbelief

Gu Qing nodded. Even if he could not find that itinerant Taoist priest, he would not feel any disappointment. He had experienced too many disappointments, and thus he did not care much about success or failure

Gu Qing stood for a while

He had studied shorthand and silently recited the incantations of the Hunyuan Tongzi skill until he was certain he would not easily forget them. Only then did he free his mind to focus on the corpse of the elephant, affirming that it must be properly dealt with.

The lantern remained lit, and in the glow of the fire, the monk's eyes could still be seen wide open, refusing to close even in death

The cold light illuminates the solitary shadow, awakening to a new dream of return

It is hard to imagine that a severely injured person on the brink of death could possess such explosive strength

Xiao Hong explained: "This is a dagger, and it is called Red Fish"

The monk's name is Gangxiang, and he hails from a sect called Jingang Temple. Jingang Temple was later invaded by an exceptionally powerful swordsman, and the monks in the temple were nearly slaughtered, with only Gangxiang managing to escape by chance. He concealed his identity and disguised himself as a servant, infiltrating a sect known as Tianjueguan, where he secretly learned a technique called 'Hunyuan Tongzi Gong.' He aimed to master this skill in order to seek revenge on the swordsman. For decades, no one discovered his true identity. Recently, he finally made some progress in his training, and unable to suppress his murderous instincts, he killed a disciple of Tianjueguan who had been ordering him around.

After speaking, she boarded the small boat again and waved her hand

The setting sun glimmers on the water's surface, and a solitary boat drifts gracefully towards it

Amidst the sounds of wind and rain, there was an additional sound of breathing.

Gu Qing is just a little hungry

Gu Qing had already broken a green bamboo in his hand, shaping it into a reed pipe with a red fish. The light boat had already become a dot, and only then did Gu Qing begin to play. The sound of the reed pipe floated gently, resonating across the river surface, rising and falling with the water waves

Xiao Hong's face flushed, and she said: "No, this is for you."

Gu Qing did not deliberately try to correct it, just let it be natural

The great monk seemed to perceive this, and he smiled, saying: "Save me, and I will give you everything you desire"

The monk leaned against the straw pile, his eyes accurately fixed on Gu Qing's shoulder in the darkness, and he gasped, "I recognize you; you were in that tavern during the day."

There are multiple sword wounds on the body

An irresistible force was about to snap Gu Qing's neck. As for the joint that Gu Qing was holding onto, it was as if it were clamped onto a thick, hard piece of iron, having no effect whatsoever.

Gu Qing grasped a piece of firewood tightly, methodically brushing aside the straw. The muscles in his clothes responded to the commands of his brain, ready to unleash astonishing strength onto the firewood at any moment. This ordinary piece of firewood could easily transform into a lethal weapon. Gu Qing's breathing quickened slightly as a monk emerged from the straw pile, the same monk he had seen during the day, who now appeared far less vigorous than before.

The other hand instinctively covered the heart.

Only a light boat is that far away, clearly unable to hear Gu Qing's reed pipe

Xiao Hong said: "I am leaving"

Having relied on his formidable skills to force his way out, he ultimately sustained serious injuries. Therefore, he stealthily made his way to the place where Gu Qing resided

On that day, the masters of the Tianjue Temple immediately discovered that Gangxiang had secretly learned the Hunyuan Tongzi Gong, a skill that only the sect leader could cultivate. Although Gangxiang escaped quickly, he was still pursued and hunted down by the masters of the Tianjue Temple

In a moment, many fragments of memories surged towards Gu Qing, like a fleeting glance, allowing Gu Qing to gain a general understanding of the monk's life

He thought that Xiao Hong wanted to give him a hug

Gu Qing retreated swiftly, and with a smooth motion, fell backward, aiming the firewood at the monk's vital point. However, the monk pounced like a fierce tiger, swatting away the firewood that could easily kill a beast, and with a powerful grip, seized Gu Qing by the neck

Gu Qing still finished playing this piece of music

The monk originally smiled with composure; for him, killing was as effortless as eating or drinking, devoid of any burden or psychological fluctuation

Gu Qing calmly finished the last noodle, while the red fish was hidden in her sleeve. Through sound, scent, and her almost perverse vision, a three-dimensional image gradually emerged in Gu Qing's mind, and everything around her seemed to become somewhat transparent.

Before Lu Li left, he ordered someone to leave behind some fruits, vegetables, and meat, with well water to sustain them, sufficient for Gu Qing to manage for a few days

The Hunyuan Tongzi Skill, which I have memorized thoroughly over the past several decades, was easily remembered by Gu Qing after he obtained the fragmented memories of the Hunyuan Skill.

When thunder and lightning strike, if a person is alone and harbors sinister intentions, they are likely to feel very afraid

Gu Qing observed clearly that the green aura passed through Gu Qing's body

However, when undertaking tasks, he habitually strives to do his best

A sail glides far away, at the end of the evening glow

Shaking off the nonexistent dust from his sleeves, he returned to the courtyard, where the servants had vanished without a trace, leaving the once lively courtyard empty and desolate

These are matters that the monks consider to be of significant importance

A dagger was plunged into the heart, and the monk gradually collapsed to the ground. However, Gu Qing still exerted considerable effort to pry the monk's hand, which was gripping his neck, apart.

Outside, the sound of wind and rain can be heard, while inside, there is the sound of Gu Qing slurping noodles. This is a habit cultivated by A Qing, rather than one of Gu Qing's own.

There are hidden talents in this vicinity. Just as the person intended to leave after their injuries had slightly improved, they were unexpectedly discovered by Gu Qing. His skills are remarkable, and knowing that only Gu Qing resides here, he harbored intentions of murder to prevent any leaks regarding his concealment.

As Gu Qing's eyesight improved, so did his hearing. Moreover, he had once worked as a secret agent, and this ability awakened at the slightest hint of danger.

Gu Qing's right hand, which was holding the firewood, felt numb at the tiger's mouth, but in a flash, his left hand seized the monk's wrist, his fingers exerting force, attempting to lock the monk's joint.

Gu Qing thought to herself: "I can plant some pothos and ivy, and dig a pond, but to see a pond full of lotus flowers, that will have to wait until next year"

Blood has already flowed out in streams

Gu Qing followed her to the small dock by the river, and the boatman did not urge them on

He found some flour and made a bowl of noodles with the available ingredients

You lack the energy, yet you possess such speed and reflexes; you truly are a fine specimen. What a pity, for you have encountered me at this moment.

This piece is called "Traveling Sorrow," and it is the same melody as "Farewell." The purple pleasure boat on the river has long since vanished, and the remaining boats seem to be able to indulge themselves in their orchestration as a result.

Once having experienced spring and summer, there is no autumn and winter; having autumn and winter, there is no spring and summer. In so many instances of life, it is surprisingly similar to the cicada, unable to endure a complete cycle of the four seasons

Before his words had finished, Gu Qing instinctively took a step back, but the monk's hand moved even faster than he did