The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

The sun was three poles high, the busiest time in and around Wujiang City, because even the laziest sluggards and those who loved their after-sleep would mostly be up by now.

Lu Jing could hear the noise coming from outside the house; a woman next door was scolding her gambling husband, children were gathering and playing by the official road, horse-drawn carriages rumbled past, and public servants were chasing escaped criminals in the countryside, causing chaos…

However, at this moment, Lu Jing was still lying on the bed, motionless.

He was really too tired, not only physically, but also mentally exhausted. His head was heavy and dizzy, and he gradually regained his ability to think after resting for a while.

Regarding his body, Lu Jing now had too many doubts in his heart. Could he be considered to have stepped into that door and become a true martial artist?

Lu Jing had realized that he probably couldn't count on his master. Not only because Zhang Sanfeng didn't know when he would return, but more importantly, Lu Jing estimated that even if his master came back, seeing his current situation, he would probably be dumbfounded.

So this matter could probably only be explored by himself. After understanding this, Lu Jing was not as flustered as before.

People are like this, they are most prone to wild thoughts when a problem first appears, and when the dust settles, they only need to think about how to solve it.

And this was actually Lu Jing's strength.

Wasn't it just the graduation design stuff? First, raise the question, clarify the research significance and value, then get some references, look at the relevant research done by predecessors in this area, then propose a hypothesis, conduct experiments on the hypothesis, and finally draw a conclusion.

If the three years of graduate school left him with anything, it was probably this set of standardized research methods. After all, a lot of professional knowledge was returned to the teacher over time.

Lu Jing recalled the questions he wanted to understand again, and listed them one by one according to importance. There was no paper and pen in his residence, so he simply picked up a piece of charcoal from under the stove and wrote them on the wall.

Ten days later, Lu Jing looked at the wall full of questions, with a wry smile on his face.

Now he had preliminary answers to some of the questions on the wall, but there were still some questions that he, at least not the current him, could answer.

First, let's talk about the question that Lu Jing was most concerned about, that is, where did the thing in his body come from?

Previously, Zhang Sanfeng had popularized some basic knowledge of internal skills for him. Leaving aside some of the more metaphysical parts, in Lu Jing's view, the so-called internal force was just a special energy in the human body. Since it was energy, of course, it also conformed to the basic laws of energy.

However, after constantly eliminating variables this week, Lu Jing came to a very strange conclusion. He found that the internal force in his body was actually generated out of thin air! ! !

It had nothing to do with the food he ate every day, the environment he lived in, or even whether he slept or not. Lu Jing specially moved out of the thatched cottage he was currently living in one night, ran to an abandoned small temple ten miles away, and persevered there all night. As a result, internal force still appeared in his body early the next morning.

Moreover, Lu Jing felt very clearly that this thing was not increasing little by little like normal cultivation, but appeared in his dantian all at once at a certain point in time. This was why he was awakened by the severe pain from his dantian before, instead of naturally waking up when the internal force accumulated to a slight胀 feeling in the dantian like the first morning.

In addition, as the research continued, many of Lu Jing's preconceived notions were overturned. For example, he had always thought that these internal forces appeared every twelve hours, that is, once a day, because he calculated that the interval between their second and first appearance was almost twelve hours.

However, as the number of acupoints he opened every day increased, Lu Jing found that the interval between the appearance of this internal force seemed to be shortening, but it was not very obvious at present. In addition, Lu Jing didn't have any precise time measuring tools at hand, so he could only roughly calculate that it was a stick of incense earlier on the eighth day than on the first day.

In addition to this, the amount of internal force was also increasing. Of course, because he had opened up the acupoints, the dantian also had a certain degree of expansion, otherwise he would be awakened by pain every morning now.

This thing would actually adjust itself according to his internal skill progress? The amount each time should be just enough to make his dantian feel slightly胀 pain. However, this discovery not only did not make Lu Jing feel happy, but instead gave rise to an ominous premonition.

This also meant that as his internal force increased, the internal force that appeared in his dantian every day would become more and more, and the frequency of appearance would become higher and higher.

Lu Jing finally knew where the pit was!

Don't look at the fact that the time of one stick of incense is not long, only five minutes, but if this continues, the time of appearance of these internal forces will be shortened by five minutes every seven days. In less than three months, half an hour will be lost, two hours in a year, four hours in two years, and six years later, someone will already be burning incense at his grave.

No, it won't take six years at all. Lu Jing also has to spend time opening acupoints every day, as well as eating, sleeping, and performing some basic physiological activities. Conservatively estimated, if he does nothing, he will basically not be able to hold on for four years!

And this does not include the fact that every time he opens an acupoint, the internal force that appears next time will increase. Although the acupoints will become more and more difficult to open later, he will definitely not be able to withstand his rapid progress.

At this moment, a word floated into Lu Jing's mind, which was quenching thirst with poison!

Wasn't this what he had been doing these days? In order to use up the internal force in his dantian before the second internal force appeared and avoid the terrible pain, Lu Jing would open acupoints every day. Now only the last two acupoints, Lianquan and Chengjiang, are left on the Ren meridian, and they are about to be completely opened.

This speed is not only fast, but also exceeds all common sense and imagination.

Lu Jing was quite happy before. In twelve days, he jumped from an ordinary person without even a sense of Qi to become a third-rate master, and he was only one step away from becoming a second-rate master.

What Yan Nvxia, what Zhaoming Little Monk, Baiyu Gongzi, Wei Zixian, Lu Jing just asked, you started early and have good qualifications, so what if you run fast in a marathon? Can you see the taillights of my AE86 drifting into the bend?

As long as he was given another month, Lu Jing was confident that he could open up the Ren and Du meridians, and from then on, leap through the dragon gate, enter the ranks of the world's top players, and laugh proudly in the martial arts world.

However, now it seemed that Lu Jing found that he was happy too early. Every time he opened up a meridian, it meant that he was one step closer to death. Especially when he thought that the internal force in his body would be endless after the Ren and Du meridians were opened, Lu Jing felt even more pale.

Now, that's good. All traversers have golden fingers, but he doesn't. Lu Jing didn't complain about this, but he didn't expect that he would be so miserable that he even got a bug.