The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

— — Ji Character Sixteen.

That's what the man in black called this key.

A similar name was given to the vase, Wu Character Seventy-Five.

These were clearly serial numbers.

Lu Jing boldly speculated that there should be an organization behind the man in black, classifying and managing these things.

This also explained why, before the secret manual murder, he had spent more than nine months in this world but was almost unaware of these extraordinary things.

The man in black and the organization behind him should have been silently solving the troubles caused by similar things, and their work seemed to be indeed doing well.

So, including Yama's Flute, the masses were ignorant of the dangers lurking in the dark.

Of course, not all extraordinary things are full of malice towards humans.

For example, Ji Character Sixteen in his hand. Although this key looks very evil, its effect is unexpectedly powerful. As long as there is water, it can create a door to send the holder to a previously marked location.

Although it is not a combat item, it can save lives at critical moments.

However, Lu Jing didn't dare to try it immediately. Even though He Qing's notes recorded it in detail, the usage of this key seemed very simple.

But Lu Jing couldn't determine whether there were other restrictions or how many times it could be used. Most importantly, he didn't know where the door would lead him.

It would be fine if it took him to that small island in Yuzhou Prefecture, it would just take some time to rush back, just treat it as a vacation.

But what if this key took him back to the island where the Qinglian Sword Sect was located? That would be a big problem.

Although Lu Jing was very interested in this former leader of the righteous path, the top sect that cultivated the world's number one master, more precisely, he was interested in the few non-internal skill town sect unique skills they collected.

However, even a random soldier on this island, placed in today's Jianghu, could probably start a sect.

Moreover, there was Qin Buyu, the Sword King of the East Sea, personally stationed there. Back then, he was already a world boss-level terrifying existence. After another sixty years... Lu Jing couldn't even imagine how strong he would be now.

This nightmare-level dungeon was really not something he could farm now.

Well, let's level up first.

Lu Jing coveted it, but he had self-knowledge. He learned from the man in black and wrapped Ji Character Sixteen in an oilcloth to carry it with him for self-defense.

Then he looked at Amu, who was next to him, engrossed in reading Feng Yun Bian.

Unlike when he was learning the One Hundred and Eight Sealing Demon Staffs and the Surging Waves Furious Seas, Amu basically finished reading the secret manual in one night.

Then, after waiting for a while to digest it, he could guide Lu Jing.

But this time, Amu spent an unusually long time reading.

Lu Jing even had to start the artificial anti-addiction system, limiting him to a maximum of five hours of reading a day.

And counting, Amu has been reading for seven days now, more than thirty-five hours, but he has only finished the first six forms, and there are still three forms left.

It seems that this leg technique called Feng Yun Bian is indeed something special. According to Duobaoge's rating, it must be at least a fourth-grade technique.

This also made Lu Jing's spirits lift. As expected, his master was a master. Although he didn't seem to show off, he actually hid such a good thing on his body.

However, compared to martial arts, Lu Jing was more concerned about Amu himself.

Honestly, when he first saw a wooden dummy jumping around, Lu Jing couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, but after spending this time together, the relationship between Lu Jing and Amu has become better and better.

Even the development of this relationship and the huge bonus Amu provided for his martial arts cultivation were not too related.

Lu Jing is now like an old father, he has to check that Amu is by his side before he can sleep soundly.

On weekdays, when he is tired from cultivation, just looking at the jumping Amu feels like he can recover half a tube of blood and fight in the Jianghu again.

This symptom has been going on for some time.

And it is constantly worsening.

From the original "Damn, how can the wooden dummy's arm move, this is too scary!" it gradually developed into "My Amu's short little arm is so cute, it's just cute!"

Lu Jing didn't know what attitude the organization behind the man in black held towards Amu, which was what he was most worried about now.

Counting this, he had quite a few secrets on his body.

But Lu Jing didn't have a good way for the time being, he could only be more cautious on weekdays, not let others discover Amu and his situation, and then find a way to test the other party's tone when he really met people from that organization.

It's useless to think too much about things that can't be controlled.

Lu Jing's internal strength had been refreshed at this time, and he started to practice again after resting for two hours.

And from today onwards, his Light Eye Skill, Ear Skill, Soft Skill, and Hard Skill training will also officially begin.

It's just that Lu Jing didn't expect that the first teacher he went to see in his master's small courtyard in the afternoon was actually a little girl who was younger than him.

"Hong'er," Zhang Sanfeng pointed to the shy little girl who was staring at her toes, and then pointed to Lu Jing opposite her, "Lu Jing."

He introduced the two.

Seeing a trace of doubt on Lu Jing's face, Zhang Sanfeng said again, "Don't underestimate Miss Hong'er, there is no one in the entire Wujiang City whose body is softer than hers.

"Miss Hong'er's great-grandmother was a Sith dancer, proficient in Sith bone shrinking technique, she can disassemble the bones in her body and rearrange them, so those narrow places that others can't go to, she can go to, no rope can truly bind her.

"And her best stunt is to put herself in a two-foot square box... From today onwards, she will teach you soft skills. By the way, did you bring the words I asked you to write?"

"I brought them." Although Lu Jing was a little inexplicable when he first heard it, he still wrote down the eight characters as required by Zhang Sanfeng - Gentle as boneless, firm as pine and bamboo. He also signed his name at the end.

"Well, then I will go and find someone to embroider a banner, what do you think, Miss Hong'er?" Zhang Sanfeng asked politely.

Hong'er didn't even look up, just hummed in a voice like a mosquito.

"Whatever Grandpa Zhang says."

And after seeing his first teacher, Lu Jing's previous worries accumulated after reading the notes were also diluted a lot.

This Master Hong'er was petite, her voice was soft, and she looked like an easy-going person, so the subsequent practice must be easy and pleasant.

But after Lu Jing followed Hong'er to her small courtyard and closed the door.

He heard Miss Hong'er ask with a blushing face and stammering, "Lu... Young Hero Lu, which arm do you want to unload first?"

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