458: C458 Fishing Is Not Fishing

C458 Fishing Is Not Fishing

Each of the three strikes of the master was accompanied by the roar of the evil dragon. The dark dragon blood dyed the entire river black!

Up until now, there was still a black pond at the bottom of the river. It was said that it was the black blood of the evil dragon.

Moreover, after the evil dragon was slashed three times consecutively, it was in so much pain that it rolled up and down the river seven to eight times. Everyone saw that one of the dragon's horns had been cut off, and there was a long scar on its face. Finally, the dragon laid on the shallow water without moving. It seemed to be heavily injured. It wouldn't live for long. As long as a master attacked again... It would be able to kill the dragon.

However, that expert had previously said that he would only use three strikes. This fourth strike, which could kill the dragon, meant that he didn't use anything.

In the end, the dragon recovered some of its strength and dived into the river, swimming towards the North Sea.

It was precisely because the expert subdued the evil dragon that the river was named 'Vorong River'. Originally, everyone wanted to call this river 'Dragon Slaying River' to commemorate that expert's achievement in slaying the dragon here. But after that expert learned about it, immediately, they repeatedly warned the people not to call this river 'Dragon Slaying River', so as to avoid bringing about a disaster. That was why they changed the name of this river to 'Vorong River'.

"Three Swords Subduing the Dragon, so awe-inspiring!" Zhou Hao looked at the surface of the river and said with a sigh.

This story was told to him by the merchant group.

Even if the merchant group did not tell him, there would naturally be people who would tell him this story. After all, this story was like a unique specialty of this place.

Since it was a special product, they naturally had to sell it to outsiders.

As Zhou Hao thought of this story in his mind, he was filled with doubts.

He could have killed that evil dragon with just one more strike, but why didn't that expert use the fourth strike?

Also, in front of that expert, the evil dragon didn't even have the strength to fight back, and was slashed three times just like that?

That expert's sword technique was truly at the acme of perfection!

At this moment, an old fisherman came to a pile of dirt next to Zhou Hao and set up a fishing rod. He then sat there and began fishing.

It was already evening, and the river was covered in fog. The fishing boats had already returned, and the people fishing were nowhere to be seen.

He didn't know why this old fisherman chose to fish at this time.

Since he had nothing to do, Zhou Hao also wanted to calm himself down, so he sat on a green rock next to the old man and watched him fish.

Fishing was the most nourishing way to calm one's mind.

In his previous life, Zhou Hao had a hobby of fishing, but because of his job, he did not have many chances to fish properly all year round.

He did not expect that after coming to this world, he would have such an opportunity to quietly watch others fish.

In his previous life, it was fishing? I'm not fishing.

The sky darkened very quickly, and soon, the water reflected the cold night sky.

The surroundings were completely silent, with only the sound of "Suo Suo Suo" as the cold wind blew past the weeds.

The weather in spring would be exceptionally cold at night.

It was a pity that Zhou Hao's current cultivation level allowed him to completely ignore the existence of the temperature.

It wasn't just the temperature.

There was also hunger, thirst, illness, and even pain.

No wonder people said that gods were otherworldly.

"If this continues, I will no longer have emotions and desires, no age, illness, and become a heartless thing in the future... He sighed in his heart.

Life became valuable and precious because there was a time limit. If life became a time limit, would it still be valuable? Would people cherish it?

Zhou Hao suddenly remembered in his previous life, there was a time when he looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, and in the end, he did not recognize himself in the mirror!

Who am I?

Where did I come from?

Where am I going?

These three ultimate human questions were bothering him at that moment.

This kind of groundless yet real problem even made him feel like he was collapsing.

At that moment, these three ultimate questions were surging in his head again, forcing him to answer them; however, he didn't know how to answer them at all.

Who am I?

Human? Or an ant?

Where did I come from?

Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain? Or was it the world from his previous life?

Where am I going?

The Seven Northern Seas? Or the Haotian Realm?

...

Huala!

Just as Zhou Hao was having a headache over the three questions, the fishing rod of the old man suddenly started to twitch. On the other end of the fishing line, the old man smiled and pulled a slightly thin Crucian Carps out of the water.

Spring was indeed a good time to fish, which was why the old man had gained something so quickly.

When the Crucian Carp came out of the water, Zhou Hao's tightened face relaxed and revealed a sincere smile.

The old man took the Crucian Carps with one hand and skillfully untied the hook for the fish, then put it back into the river.

Zhou Hao was shocked. He was very curious why the old man did this.

At the same time, he realized that the old man's fishing hook was a straight hook!

A straight hook fishing, Jiang Taigong?

He couldn't help but ask the old man curiously, "The old man clearly caught the fish, why did he put it back in the river?"

He thought that the fish caught with a straight hook was much more precious than the fish caught with a hook, so he naturally shouldn't let it go easily!

The old man smiled calmly, looked at Zhou Hao, and said, "Fishing? No, young man, you are mistaken. I am not fishing."

After saying that, he shook the fishing rod in his hand and continued fishing.

"You are not fishing, but..." Just as Zhou Hao was about to continue asking, he suddenly thought of himself in his previous life. He had also said something similar to what this old man had just said.

In the past, when he had free time to fish, when had he ever been thinking about fishing?

"Coming from the great river, heading into the great river..." He seemed to have understood something as he muttered to himself.

At this time, the three questions that troubled him gradually extinguished.2

The old man suddenly asked Zhou Hao, "Young man, where did you come from?"

Zhou Hao naturally replied, "Southern Frontier."

The old man nodded, indicating that he knew about Southern Frontier. Then he asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Zhou Hao still replied very naturally, "North Sea."

The old man nodded in understanding again. He pondered for a moment and said, "Recently, there have been many people going to the North Sea. What treasure is there exactly?"

Zhou Hao paused for a moment and replied, "There is a Celestial Man corpse."

After the old man heard that, he just said, "Oh." Then he said, "I thought there was some big fish. What's the use of a corpse?"

Zhou Hao paused. He did not know how to explain, so he said, "What's the use of a big fish, old mister? What's the use of a Celestial Man corpse?"

The old man said, "Oh." He seemed a little surprised and said, "That corpse can be eaten?"

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