The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

When Lu Jing touched the dudou, the first thing that came to his mind was the golden silk gloves of Little Dragon Girl in The Return of the Condor Heroes. In the original work, that was a treasure that was impervious to swords and spears, and invulnerable to water and fire.

Lu Jing didn't know how effective this dudou was compared to those golden silk gloves, but since the flower-selling girl had been wearing it despite her discomfort, it should be somewhat useful.

Lu Jing didn't have any active skills right now. He relied entirely on his internal energy to passively defend against enemies. He could withstand punches and blunt weapon attacks to some extent, but if the opponent was wielding a sword or blade, he would be in trouble. Coincidentally, among the five people in the temple, there was a butcher holding a pig-slaughtering knife.

Therefore, Lu Jing didn't hesitate and quickly put the dudou on. When it came to life and death, he couldn't care less about face. Besides, you couldn't really see it when it was worn underneath his clothes.

After putting on the dudou, Lu Jing didn't have time to search other places. He only hurriedly picked up the golden ring that had fallen to the side.

Lu Jing definitely didn't know how to use this strange weapon. Holding it in his hand was better than nothing, hoping that it might be able to block the opponent's attack slightly at a critical moment.

After that, Lu Jing dragged the flower-selling girl's body to the camphor tree next to her, letting her sit with her back to the entrance of the Bodhisattva Temple. No matter who came out of the temple gate later, they should notice this side at the first time. Lu Jing only hoped that this could buy him some time.

After doing all this, Lu Jing lay down in a patch of grass outside the temple gate. He was now only grateful that this Bodhisattva Temple had been abandoned long enough, and the surrounding weeds had grown to half a person's height, which was a good cover for him.

Because martial arts practitioners are generally more perceptive than ordinary people, and Lu Jing didn't have any means of concealing his aura, he didn't dare to get too close. The patch of grass he chose was a short distance from the temple gate, and Lu Jing could only use the most foolish method to deal with the problem of aura, which was to hold his breath for a while.

As a result, Lu Jing had only just hidden himself when he heard footsteps approaching the temple gate. This was earlier than he had expected. Fortunately, he hadn't chosen to escape just now, otherwise, he would most likely be caught up before he could even get down the mountain.

However, his current situation was not much better than running away directly.

In fact, before that person even came out, Lu Jing couldn't help but secretly exclaim that things were bad. Not counting playing LOL, this was the first time in his life that he had done something like camping in the bushes. As the footsteps approached, his heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of his throat. At that time, even if he held his breath, it would be useless, and he would be discovered before he could even make a move.

However, perhaps it was because Lu Jing had been having too much bad luck recently, but this time he unexpectedly gained an advantage from the timing. When the Taoist priest came out, a mountain breeze happened to blow, and the grass and leaves rustled, which happened to cover up Lu Jing's heartbeat.

The Taoist priest walked out, and as Lu Jing had hoped, he saw the flower-selling girl behind the tree at a glance, seeing her red shoes and the snail bun on her head, and called out, "Sixth Sister, have you already dealt with that kid?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the big camphor tree, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, with a look of suspicion on his face.

At this time, Lu Jing had already jumped out of the grass, waving the golden ring in his hand and rushing up with a ferocious look. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he had to make a big show first, otherwise, it would not be easy to trick the opponent into attacking later.

As fellow members of the Seven Wandering Heroes, the Taoist priest knew the flower-selling girl's skills very well. How could someone who could defeat her, and silently defeat her in such a short period of time, be an ordinary person?

There are all kinds of birds in a big forest, and the martial arts world has never lacked seniors who like to wander around, pretending to be crazy and foolish. The Seven Wandering Heroes had been famous for a long time, and the Taoist priest was not a newbie who had just entered the martial arts world, so he was very clear about this. It was too much of an underestimation of him for the other party to try to paralyze him with such means.

Therefore, as soon as the Taoist priest saw Lu Jing rushing towards him, he did not dare to be careless. He immediately activated his full body of skills, waved a horsetail whisk, and stepped on the Seven Stars Steps at the same time, preparing to retreat back to the temple and join his companions if he saw that the situation was not good.

As a result, the next moment, the Taoist priest saw Lu Jing rushing towards him, facing his horsetail whisk filled with true energy, but he didn't dodge or evade. The posture was as if he was saying that any bullshit moves couldn't hurt him.

Where did this fierce man come from?!

The Taoist priest gasped, his mind raced, and before the two had even exchanged blows, he had already lost seven points in momentum, and even had the idea of turning around and running away.

However, even if he went back to join his companions, it would be a bit unreasonable to not even make one move, so the Taoist priest finally braced himself and met him head-on, at least to test the other party's bottom line with this one strike.

So, immediately after, the hawker who pinched sugar figurines, the fisherman, the butcher, and the juggler saw the Taoist priest who had just gone out quickly retreating back to the temple, and his face was as white as a newly made paper figure when visiting a grave.

"Be careful, he's a tough nut to crack!" The Taoist priest almost squeezed these words out from between his teeth. After saying that, he slumped to the ground and began to circulate his energy to dissolve the chaotic internal energy in his body.

The remaining four of the Seven Wandering Heroes also changed color upon hearing this. Had they offended the God of Plague recently? Why were they always running into people whenever they did something bad? Lao Qi didn't control his little brother for a moment, and as a result, he provoked a disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion who ended him with a sword. After that, the six of them had to take a great risk to hunt down and silence him.

They had finally caught the target, but before they could even make a move, Lao Er was knocked down in one encounter. And judging from this, Lao Liu, who was outside before, was probably already in mortal danger.

Thinking of this, the hawker who pinched sugar figurines couldn't help but want to sigh to the sky. Could it be that they were really doomed?

However, as the eldest brother among the seven, his mind was also the most determined. Before, he was indignant because of the successive losses of his brothers, but he had quickly overcome his depressed emotions and regained his spirits.

He wanted to see clearly, what kind of sacred being had come this time.