The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

After Lu Jing announced his master's name, he noticed the atmosphere in the inn had turned somewhat cold.

Wei Zixian searched his mind, but had no impression of the name Zhang Sanfeng at all. As for the nickname "Sky-Turning Harrier"… quite a few people were called that. It was very common in the martial world, basically like Dog-Egg or Spring-Flower in a village, but all of them were third-rate nobodies.

Before Wei Zixian even saw Lu Jing, he had already witnessed Lu Jing's display of skill. The Drunken Monk was no different from trash in Wei Zixian's eyes, but even trash was still at the peak of the third-rate level. The fact that he was thrown out and then thrown back in showed that the young man before him had extraordinary martial arts skills.

And for such a person, how could his master be an ordinary person? The reason he wasn't famous must be because he was a reclusive master who didn't care about worldly fame.

Although Wei Zixian was arrogant, he was still quite polite to people he respected. In addition, Lu Jing had saved Xia Huai first, so he nodded and said, "A senior expert, playing in the mortal world, makes us ordinary people envious."

Lu Jing knew that Wei Zixian probably misunderstood something. Zhang Sanfeng was a good person, and he was also good to him, his disciple, but he was just an ordinary retired镖师 from an ordinary security bureau. He was obviously not someone who could be called a senior expert.

However, Lu Jing didn't take it too seriously. He knew that Wei Zixian's words were mostly polite. He thought that this senior brother of the Sword Washing Pavilion wasn't as difficult to deal with as the rumors said. Although he was a bit arrogant, he seemed to be able to communicate normally.

However, Lu Jing didn't know that he was still thinking too simply.

What kind of person was Wei Zixian? The senior brother of the Sword Washing Pavilion, an unparalleled genius on the Azure Cloud List, and notoriously arrogant in the martial world. From the way he treated the Drunken Monk, it could be seen that he didn't take those somewhat famous martial artists seriously at all, and he hardly ever said anything nice.

But this time, he praised Zhang Sanfeng unexpectedly.

If this were to spread, even if the old man didn't want to be this senior expert, he probably wouldn't be able to avoid it. And in the current inn, although it was deserted, there were still some martial artists present.

For example, a swordsman on Lu Jing's left was eating a plate of "panyou" rice.

So-called "panyou" rice is a staple food made by adding seasoned spices to pork and mutton sausages, chicken and duck meat pieces, and shrimp, and steaming them together with rice.

Seeing the swordsman gorging himself, his mouth full of oil, it was obvious that the taste was quite delicious.

And he seemed to be enjoying the delicious food in front of him. Even when the Drunken Monk was thrown out by Wei Zixian and then thrown back in by Lu Jing, he didn't even raise his eyes throughout the entire process. It seemed that apart from the bowl of "panyou" rice in front of him, there was nothing else in this world that was worth his attention.

In the northwest corner, there was also an old rich man drinking tea, and across from the old rich man was a middle-aged scholar. The reason why Lu Jing thought that these two were also martial artists was mainly because they had clearly seen Wei Zixian's attack before, but they hadn't run away until now, which was obviously because they had something to rely on.

In addition to this, there was also a beggar and a nun leading a young novice nun in the hall, as well as a group of镖师 who looked like they were escorting goods.

In short, Old Man Zhang was definitely going to be famous in the martial world this time, no matter what.

After Wei Zixian asked Lu Jing a few more questions, just as Xia Huai saw that the opportunity was right and wanted to talk to Wei Zixian about the martial arts manual and money, he heard Wei Zixian speak again.

"Junior Sister, Young Master Lu, please wait a moment, I still have something to finish here."

After saying that, without waiting for the two to answer, he stood up from his chair.

As Wei Zixian stood up, the atmosphere in the hall became solemn. It could be seen that the old rich man and the scholar were very nervous, staring at this senior brother of the Sword Washing Pavilion with wide eyes, as if they were looking at some kind of ferocious beast.

The others also had different reactions to varying degrees, but only the swordsman was still eating his rice without any regard for others.

Wei Zixian's eyes swept around the hall, and then he said lightly, "I know that everyone is here today for that manual. This is understandable. A divine skill treasure, everyone loves it. Every time it appears in the world, it will inevitably cause a bloody storm. Everyone can compete for it based on their own abilities. I, Wei, have no reason to stop you."

Speaking of this, Wei Zixian paused and took a step, "But there should be a rule for how to compete, right? Everyone rushing up together, are you going to the market to buy vegetables? So I said that people below the second-rate realm should not join in this excitement. Not only will you not get the manual, but you will also lose your life in vain.

"It seems that most people listened to my words this morning. Quite a few people took the initiative to check out, but there are also some people who are still harboring侥幸, wanting to pass themselves off as something they are not." Wei Zixian changed the subject, and the second half of his sentence revealed a sense of森然, which made everyone present feel cold. He took one step at a time and walked to the table of the two nuns, one old and one young.

"Amitabha."

The young nun seemed a little scared when she saw Wei Zixian coming, and quickly moved closer to the old nun. The latter chanted a Buddhist prayer and said to the young nun first, "I named you Changding because I hope that you will diligently cultivate定, so that you can not panic when things happen. You must keep this in mind."

After speaking, she looked up at Wei Zixian, "Layman Wei, long time no see."

"It hasn't been too long. I was still listening to Abbot Miaozhen's sermon at Guanyinping in March this year." Wei Zixian's tone was rarely quite respectful, "What, is the Abbot also interested in that manual? If so, I am willing to retrieve it for the Abbot."

When Wei Zixian uttered that name, there was also a burst of exclamation in the inn.

Not only those martial artists, but even the shopkeeper and several waiters had obviously heard of the Abbot's name.

This was because Abbot Miaozhen was recognized as a Buddhist master in the world, and her greatness was not in her martial arts, but in her Buddhist teachings. Even the emperor and empress dowager had specially invited her to the palace to preach.

Abbot Miaozhen shook her head, "This poor nun is just here to visit a friend in the city and doesn't know anything about the manual."

Wei Zixian nodded, "I thought so too, but seeing the Abbot here, I dare not not come to pay my respects to you."

Abbot Miaozhen wanted to say something when she heard this, but stopped.

Wei Zixian seemed to have guessed what she wanted to say and said first, "Don't worry, with the Abbot here today, I, Wei, will not recklessly act with murderous intent."

"That's good," Abbot Miaozhen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and recited the Buddhist prayer again, "If that's the case, then please excuse me, Layman Wei."

Wei Zixian bowed again, but took another step.