Killing Monks

Chu Kuangjun's eyes lit up and he said, "Master really loves fishing. He often goes out with his fishing rod before dawn and doesn't come back until dark."

The old Taoist priest nodded and said, "That's right. Can that guy catch anything except fish?"

Chu Kuangjun laughed and said, "Indeed! Senior is indeed an old friend of my master."

The old Taoist priest stroked his messy beard, as if he had remembered something extremely interesting, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Chu Kuangjun clasped his hands and said, "Since you are an old friend of my master, I have been impolite. However... I have grown up with my master since I was a child, but he has never mentioned the old stories of the martial world, nor has he ever allowed me to ask too many questions."

The old Taoist shook his head, took a sip of wine, and smacked his lips: "If fighting can be considered a form of friendship, then let's just say we can."

"A fight?" Chu Kuangjun was taken aback. "Why did you and my master fight?"

Instead of answering, the old Taoist priest asked, "If someone stood in front of your door and blocked it, what would you do?"

Chu Kuangjun thought for a moment and said, "I'll probably ask him to move aside."

"What if he doesn't listen and keeps blocking the way?"

"Then... I might just take action."

"That's right." The old Taoist nodded. "Your master and I were the same way."

"Back then, I was young and impetuous, and I had just taken on the job of guarding the mountain."

"One day while patrolling the mountain, I saw a complete idiot sitting by the cold pool in the sect's forbidden area, leisurely fishing with a broken bamboo pole."

Chu Kuangjun: "..."

This is indeed something his master would do.

From childhood to adulthood, he always watched his master fish, but he never ate any of the fish his master caught.

Guangyuan had been listening quietly to the side, when he suddenly spoke:

"Senior, did you also come to Luoqing County for the Lu family's sake?"

If he hadn't known the details beforehand, he wouldn't have spoken rashly. But seeing that Chu Kuangjun and the old Taoist were chatting like this, and there was actually some affection between old friends and juniors, the time had come.

The old Taoist priest was tearing off a chicken leg when he heard this. He looked up and carefully examined Guangyuan.

He took a big bite of the chicken leg, his hands covered in oil, eating in a boorish manner, completely unconcerned.

"Not bad." He chewed on his meat, then mumbled a reply, "You too?"

"We are too," Guangyuan nodded.

Chu Kuangjun then said, "Senior, to be honest, we are friends with Lu Fei of the Lu family, and now his father wants to kill him. We are trying to find a way to save him."

Upon hearing Chu Kuangjun and Guangyuan claim to be Lu Fei's friends, the old Taoist priest glanced at them.

Just as Chu Kuangjun finished speaking, the old Taoist priest had finished the last bite of meat. He tossed the clean bone onto the table, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then slowly said:

"A meal of wine and meat, and you expect me to give you advice... that's too cheap."

Chu Kuangjun was taken aback.

Guangyuan, however, remained calm: "How about those two meals?"

The old Taoist priest was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Little monk, you're quite amusing!" He laughed, then shook his head. "However, I advise you not to interfere in the Lu family's affairs. The Lu family's business will be settled by the Lu family members themselves."

"And what was the outcome of this 'settlement' with the Lu family?" Guangyuan pressed. "I'm afraid it's not..."

"Enough," the old Taoist priest interrupted, raising his hand. "Thank you for the meal. But as I said before, don't interfere."

After saying that, he poured the remaining half-pot of wine directly into the spout, let out a loud burp, leaned back in the rattan chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

Guangyuan wanted to ask more, but suddenly felt an invisible pressure enveloping him, his breath caught in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

He knew this meant he was being asked to leave.

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, rose, bowed respectfully, and quietly withdrew from the west courtyard.

After they had gone far away, the old Taoist slowly opened his eyes, stared at the empty courtyard gate, and muttered to himself:

"Friends? Lu Chengyu's brat... he's actually made friends in the martial arts world?"

He shook his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions, which ultimately turned into a barely audible sigh.

Back in his room in the east courtyard, Guangyuan closed the door and, recalling his conversation with the old Taoist priest, said, "That old Taoist priest... is quite strange."

Isn't that right?

He ate the food and drink offered by strangers without any hesitation.

When faced with deceased friends and younger generations, he would only say, "Don't interfere."

But he himself was clearly after the Lu family.

Is this a blessing or a curse for Lu Fei?

"In the end, we still have to rely on ourselves," Guangyuan said in a deep voice.

"Sigh!" Chu Kuangjun sighed, gazing at the towering walls of the Lu family estate outside the window. "I wonder how that kid Lu Fei is doing now?"

The Lu Fei he mentioned was currently meeting with Tang Shuangshuang in a secluded room deep within the Lu residence.

"That bastard Lu Chengyu has been away from home these past few days. I begged Uncle Chengming and Uncle Daobei many times before they finally agreed to let me see you."

Looking at Tang Shuangshuang's tear-streaked face, Lu Fei said with heartache, "It's all my fault...it's my fault. I shouldn't have dragged you and your family into this."

What does the Lu family's feud have to do with Tang Shuangshuang?

What does this have to do with the Tang family?

Because of him, this innocent girl and her parents were dragged into this bloody storm.

Tang Shuangshuang raised her head and looked at Lu Fei's furrowed brows and deep guilt in his eyes. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Complaining? Getting angry? Venting?

It's not the right time.

She took a deep breath and said, "Nine days from now will be our wedding day."

Lu Fei nodded heavily: "You...you know? This is absolutely not what I wanted."

"I know." Tang Shuangshuang's tone was unusually calm. "On our wedding day, Lu Chengyu will use that black knife to kill you and me in order to break through to the Heavenly Realm."

She spoke so frankly, as if she were recounting someone else's fate.

"Lu Chengyu! That madman!" Lu Fei clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, drawing blood.

"You can't kill him by cursing him." A trace of sadness appeared in Tang Shuang's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute expression.

"Our lives are now in your hands. You must become stronger, very, very strong! Strong enough to kill Lu Chengyu!"

Lu Fei raised his head and met her gaze.

There was fear and despair in his eyes, but also a ruthless determination to burn one's bridges.

"Okay." He nodded emphatically, emphasizing each word, "For you, for your parents, and for myself!"

"I'm going to kill Lu Chengyu!"

He wanted to kill his father.

After parting ways with Tang Shuangshuang, he began practicing his swordsmanship.

The Lu family's knife.

The Lu family's swords are broad-bladed longswords, their moves are domineering and ruthless, all offense and no defense, every strike is a life-or-death struggle, carrying an indelible demonic quality.

Just like the Lu family's style of doing things for the past century.

Previously, he relied mainly on fist and foot techniques and lightness skills when he traveled the martial arts world, but now he has started practicing with a knife again.

He used to dislike this kind of demonic quality.

Now, he needs that kind of magic.

He will use this demonic power to cut off Lu Chengyu's dog head!

But he forgot that his father also used the same sword technique.

Can he succeed?