The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Although these six people in front of him seemed to have a down-to-earth air about them, Lu Jing certainly didn't think they were just a bunch of lowlifes.

After all, the red-skirted woman who fell from the tree earlier was a genuine martial artist, a Jianghu figure. How could this group of people, who chased her so relentlessly that she was scrambling through the trees, be ordinary people?

So, Lu Jing didn't try to act tough and simply nodded towards the patch of grass not far away.

Seeing this, the flower-selling girl exchanged a look with the fisherman carrying a bamboo pole, and the latter, along with the butcher carrying a pig-slaughtering knife, walked towards the patch of grass.

The old fisherman was one thing, but the pig butcher, who looked burly and fat with a face full of beard, resembling a fierce Zhang Fei, actually walked with incredible lightness. He and the fisherman were like two civet cats, barely making a sound as they stepped on the ground.

They quickly reached the edge of the grass. The old fisherman's face showed a solemn expression as he took down the fishing rod from his back and carefully parted the grass. Sure enough, they saw a motionless red figure inside, the very girl who had fallen from the tree earlier.

The previous glimpse had been too brief. It was only now that Lu Jing noticed that the woman had a wound on one of her legs. Besides that, she also had bloodstains on her waist and right shoulder, but they had been simply bandaged, making it impossible to tell how severe the injuries were. No wonder she hadn't been able to adjust her landing posture successfully earlier.

Adding to that the hard fall when she landed, she seemed to have passed out now.

But the old fisherman didn't immediately relax his vigilance. Instead, he used the fishing rod to poke the red-skirted woman's body, and only after confirming that there was indeed no reaction from the other side did he and the butcher approach and pull her up from the ground.

Then, he moved his fingers like lightning, tapping several acupoints on the red-skirted woman's body in quick succession. Only then did he truly breathe a sigh of relief, "The Sword Washing Pavilion lives up to its reputation. Even a young disciple's swordsmanship is so formidable."

The Taoist on the other side also sighed with emotion, "It is said that the Sword Washing Pavilion's Sword Reference Hall contains hundreds of sets of sword techniques, which can be used to teach disciples according to their aptitude. That's why when you encounter a Sword Washing Pavilion disciple in Jianghu, you simply don't know what sword technique they will use. Fifth brother, how is your injury?"

"These are truly troubled times," the old fisherman sighed and pointed to the Bodhisattva temple not far away, "Fortunately, there's a dilapidated temple here. We'll question her there, and after we're done, we'll bury her."

"It's all because Seventh Brother couldn't control his own desires," the sugar figurine maker sneered, "It's fine if he dies himself, but he even makes us deal with his mess."

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked towards the dilapidated temple. The fortune-telling Taoist and the acrobat followed behind him, while the butcher and the fisherman, each carrying the unconscious Sword Washing Pavilion disciple, also walked towards the temple.

Only the flower-selling girl remained standing in place with a smile, looking at Lu Jing, and curiously asked, "Little brother, why does your face look so pale? Does your hand hurt from hitting the tree too much?"

Lu Jing sighed, "My hand doesn't hurt much, but my head is starting to hurt."

"A headache? That's perfect, I'm best at treating headaches," the flower-selling girl clapped her hands and laughed, "Little brother, you've helped us a lot just now. We're just a group of poor flower sellers and fortune tellers, and we don't have anything of value to repay you with. In that case, why don't you let me treat your headache?"

When Lu Jing learned that the red-skirted woman who fell from the tree was a disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion, he understood that he couldn't escape this calamity.

Although he hadn't started his journey in Jianghu yet, he had heard of the Sword Washing Pavilion's great name. It was a first-class prestigious sect in the world, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was the most desirable place for all swordsmen.

It wasn't to say that disciples of major sects necessarily represented the side of justice, but rather that if the Sword Washing Pavilion knew that their disciple was being hunted down, they would definitely not let it go easily. Just for their own safety, these six people would definitely not let him, the only bystander, go.

What happened next confirmed his prediction. This group of people chatted about how to kill and bury the body in front of him as if no one else was there, clearly already treating him as a dead man.

The flower-selling girl carried her flower basket and walked towards Lu Jing step by step, saying as she walked, "You're a really strange person. When I first saw you, I thought you were a villager from a nearby village, coming up the mountain to collect firewood. But then you said you were practicing boxing, and even practicing on a tree. I've never seen such a fool who gets angry with a tree in all my life."

Speaking of this, her eyes rolled, and she continued, "I bet you're not happy that I called you a fool, but if you were really smart enough, you would have turned around and ran away long ago, and you wouldn't have been standing here like an idiot until now."

Lu Jing did indeed want to run, after all, he had run quite fast before when he channeled his inner strength into his legs, but when he thought of how the red-skirted woman who could fly through the trees hadn't been able to escape from these people, he dismissed the idea.

The flower-selling girl obviously didn't expect that even after she had said so much, the young man opposite her could still remain calm and not show any panic. She couldn't help but shake her head and say, "Is he really a fool? How boring."

After saying that, she directly took out a golden ring from the flower basket. Lu Jing didn't even see how her feet moved, he only felt a blur before his eyes, and then a golden light appeared in front of him.

Lu Jing wanted to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with his consciousness. In the next moment, the golden light landed and struck him firmly in the chest. Lu Jing only felt a pain in his ribs, but immediately after, the large amount of unvented true energy in his dantian noticed that there was work to be done again, and rushed towards his chest.

The flower-selling girl was very confident in her attack, and was originally waiting to admire the scene of Lu Jing's chest collapsing and spitting blood as he flew out.

As a result, it was she who spat blood and flew out. The flower-selling girl felt a surging internal force coming from Lu Jing's chest, not only blocking all of her internal force, but also invading her meridians along the golden ring.