Anthology of Gu Long: End of the World, Bright Moon, Knife

Chapter 28 Tianlong Ancient Temple (1)
At noon, the sky was full of sunshine.

When Fu Hongxue walked out of the inn, he felt energetic enough to deal with all difficulties and dangers.

He slept for a whole day, and soaked in hot water for another half an hour, and the tiredness of many days was washed away along with the mud.

In recent years, he seldom draws out his sword, and he finds that using a sword to solve the problem is not necessarily the best way.

But now his mind has changed, so he must pull himself together.

Because killing is not only a luxury, but also requires sufficient mental and physical strength.

Although he doesn't know where those people are now, he believes that he will be able to find some clues.

Zheng Jie is a woodcutter. He is 21 years old and single. He lives in a small wooden house in the mountains. He only goes down the mountain once a day to exchange dry firewood for salt, rice, fat meat and wine. Find a cheap woman in an alley.

The firewood he cuts is always sold to the teahouse by the main road. His firewood is dry and cheap, so the shopkeeper in the teahouse will always let him drink a bowl of tea before leaving, and sometimes he will drink a pot of wine at his own expense!
Even after drinking, he rarely spoke, he was not a talkative person.

But these two days he likes to tell stories, he has told the same story at least twenty or thirty times.

Every time he starts to say, he always emphasizes first: "This is absolutely true. I saw it with my own eyes, otherwise I would not believe it."

The story happened at noon three days ago, when he saw a knife flash in the woods.

"You must never have dreamed that there would be such a knife in the world. The light of the knife only flashed, and a good horse that was alive and well was suddenly cut in half.

"There was a young man who looked like a young man, but the sword he used was bright red, like blood, and anyone who touched his sword had to lie down immediately.

"He also has a friend whose face is so pale that it turns blue, so white that it seems to be transparent.

"This person is even more terrifying..."

Even though the same story has been told twenty or thirty times, those who told it said it with gusto, and those who listened to it also listened with gusto.

But this time he actually shut his mouth before he finished speaking, because he suddenly found this pale man standing in front of him, his eyes staring at him like blades.

The pitch-black knife, the lightning-like light of the knife, the rain of blood like random arrows... Zheng Jie felt his stomach convulsing again, and he almost vomited out again.

He wanted to slip, but his legs were already weak.

Fu Hongxue looked at him coldly, and suddenly said, "Speak."

Zheng Jie forced a smile: "Say... what?"

Fu Hongxue said, "After I left that day, what did you see?"

Zheng Jie wiped his sweat and said, "I saw many things, but I didn't see them clearly."

He wasn't completely lying, he was almost passed out from the fright.

There was only one thing Fu Hongxue wanted to know: "What happened to the man with the red sword?"

Zheng Jie answered quickly this time: "He is dead."

Fu Hongxue clenched his hands tightly, his heart sank, and his whole body was icy cold. After a long time, he was able to ask, "How did he die? Who killed him?"

Zheng Jie said: "He wasn't going to die. After you drove away with the car, he blocked those three people for you. It seemed that no one else dared to touch his sword, so he also found a chance to leave. It was a terrible way to leave." It was so fast, it was like a gust of wind."

When he was talking, he was thinking about what happened at that time, and the expression on his face also changed in many ways.

But he spoke quickly, because he was already familiar with the story: "Unfortunately, just as he jumped into the woods beside the road, the light of the knife that cut the horse suddenly flew out again. Although he avoided the first knife, but That person cut down again with the second knife, and each knife was faster than the first knife."

He didn't go on, and there was no need to go on, because everyone already knew the ending!

In the front is the Heavenly King Slaying Ghost Knife, and in the back are Gongsun Tu and Xiao Siwu. No matter who is in that situation, the ending is the same.

Fu Hongxue remained silent. Although he looked calm on the surface, he seemed to be trampled by thousands of troops in his heart.

The bright moon sinks, and the swallow flies away, never to return.

He was silent for a long time before asking: "What kind of person is that person?"

Zheng Jie said: "He looks like a god, like a demon king, standing there at least a head taller than anyone else, wearing gold rings on his ears, wearing clothes made of animal skins, and carrying a The knife I used was at least seven or eight feet long."

Fu Hongxue said, "What happened next?"

Zheng Jie said: "The man nicknamed the cook originally wanted to chop up your friend and cook it in a pot, but the person who was playing chess firmly opposed it. Later..."

He exhaled, and continued: "Later, they handed over the body of your friend to the monk of Tianlong Ancient Temple."

Fu Hongxue immediately asked, "Where is Tianlong Ancient Temple?"

Zheng Jie said: "I heard it's at the north gate, but I haven't been there, very few people have been there!"

Fu Hongxue said, "Which monk did they hand over to?"

Zheng Jie said: "There seems to be only one monk in Tianlong Ancient Temple, and he is a crazy monk. I heard that he..."

Fu Hongxue said, "How is he?"

Zheng Jie had a bitter face, as if he was about to vomit again: "I heard that he is not only crazy, but also likes to eat meat, human flesh."

The sun is like a flame, and the road is like a furnace.

Fu Hongxue walked on the furnace silently, without shedding a drop of sweat or tear.

He has nothing but blood to shed.

——When I can ride in a car, I will never walk, I hate walking!
He happened to be the opposite of Yan Nanfei, when he could walk, he would never ride in a car!
He seemed to be deliberately torturing his legs because they caused him so much inconvenience and pain.

-Sometimes I can even fall asleep while walking.

Of course he would not fall asleep now, and there was a strange expression in his eyes, but it was not caused by sadness and anger, but by doubt and thought.

Then he suddenly turned around, back and forth!

What did he remember again?
Could it be that he still has something he can't figure out, and he must go back and ask the young woodcutter?
But Zheng Jie is no longer in the teahouse.

"He just left." The shopkeeper of the teahouse said, "In the past two days he's always telling that story here, always sitting until after dark before leaving, but today he left very early."

He was obviously a little afraid of this pale stranger, so he was very careful when speaking, and said in detail: "And he left in a hurry, as if he had something urgent to do."

"Which way did he go?"

The shopkeeper pointed to a long alley opposite, with a flattering and obscene smile on his face: "There is an old friend of his in that alley, it seems to be called Xiao Taozi, he must have gone looking for her."

Dark, dirty alleys, foul-smelling ditches, and litter everywhere.

Fu Hongxue seemed to have no feeling at all.

His eyes were shining, and the veins on the hand holding the knife were bulging, as if he was very excited and excited.

What on earth did he think of?
Behind a dilapidated wooden door, a woman wearing a bunch of jasmine flowers suddenly appeared.

The scent of flowers, cheap makeup, and the stench of the alley mixed into a cheap and sinful allure.

She intentionally put her face heavily painted with makeup, and moved close to Fu Hongxue, her hands sneaked over, deliberately rubbing a certain point at the base of Fu Hongxue's thighs.

"There is a soft and comfortable bed inside, plus me and a basin of hot water, it only costs two renminbi."

She squinted, with a lewd smile in her eyes: "I'm only 17 years old, but my kung fu is good, even better than Xiao Taozi."

She had a good laugh, and she thought the deal was a success.

Because some part of this man has changed.

Fu Hongxue's pale face suddenly turned red, not only did he want to vomit, but he was also angry; in front of such a lowly woman, he couldn't even control his physical desires.

Is this because he hasn't been in contact with a woman for too long?Or was it because he was already excited?

——No matter what kind of excitement, it is easy to cause sexual impulse.

The woman wearing jasmine moved closer and moved her hands faster.

Fu Hongxue's hand suddenly swung out and slapped her heavily on the face. She also fell down, hit the wooden door, and fell on her back to the ground.

Strangely, there was no surprised and angry expression on her face, but an indescribable tiredness, sadness and despair.

She was used to such insults, her anger was long numb, and sadly, the deal didn't work out again.

Where is dinner today?A bunch of jasmine flowers is not enough to fill the stomach.

Fu Hongxue turned his face away, couldn't bear to look at her anymore, took out all the money on his body, and threw it in front of her forcefully.

"Tell me, where is Little Taozi?"

"It's the one at the end on the right."

Jasmine had already fallen, she crawled on the ground, picked up the scattered silver, and never looked at Fu Hongxue again.

Fu Hongxue had already started to walk forward, but after only a few steps, he suddenly bent down and vomited.

The only door in the alley was the most polished and decent, and the paint didn't even peel off.

It seems that Xiao Taozi is not only good at martial arts, but also has a good business.

The door was quiet and there was no sound.

How can a young and strong man and a woman with a good business be in the same room so quiet?
The door is bolted but not secure, and a woman who does this kind of thing doesn't need a secure latch.

Just as they never need a strong belt.

Pushing open the door, inside is their living room, which is also their bedroom. The walls seem to have just been painted, and they are covered with all kinds of unexpected pictures.

A large handful of withered camellias were placed in a teapot on the table, and beside the teapot was a half bowl of leftover pork loin noodles.

It's not that this kind of woman doesn't pay attention to nourishing her body.The body is their capital, especially the waist.

Apart from a wooden bed covered with a bright red embroidered quilt, the most luxurious thing in the room is the shrine at the head of the bed. The exquisite carvings, the noble yellow curtains, and the obscene pictures on the four walls form a very strong contrast.

Why did she keep the shrine by her bed?
(End of this chapter)