The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

In any case, Lu Jing finally had news of the martial arts manual he had been longing for, and Wei Zixian even vowed to hunt down the remaining two heroes of the Seven Heroes to the ends of the earth.

This also meant that Lu Jing no longer had to worry about being retaliated against by the two heroes. It had to be said that although this Senior Brother of the Sword Washing Pavilion acted domineeringly, it was quite pleasant to be on the same side as him.

Especially when Lu Jing stood next to him, he felt like he was standing in a safe zone.

According to Xia Huai's previous statement, Wei Zixian's internal strength had reached the peak of the second-rate level, and as the Senior Brother of the Sword Washing Pavilion, his swordsmanship and lightness skills were all top-notch.

Ordinary first-rate experts would find it difficult to gain any advantage against him, and besides, there were only a few first-rate experts in the martial world, and most of them had large families and businesses and were unwilling to form grudges with famous sects like the Sword Washing Pavilion.

Therefore, although Wei Zixian was arrogant, he had rarely encountered any danger in his years of traveling the martial world.

Lu Jing himself didn't really want to attend the night banquet that evening.

Snatching the manual was something that didn't seem like he could get involved in at his current level, but following the Senior Brother of the Sword Washing Pavilion was a different story, especially since Wei Zixian had said that he could give it to him after he snatched it.

Even if Lu Jing had a thick skin, he would be embarrassed to say, 'Then you go snatch it, I'll wait in the inn.'

Since that was the case, he could only go with him.

Fortunately, with Wei Zixian taking the lead, his safety should be guaranteed.

Xia Huai felt melancholic for a while about the upcoming parting, but after all, she was a young girl at heart, and she was soon attracted by the excitement of the evening, and asked Wei Zixian.

"Senior Brother, rumors in the martial world say that martial artists entering the city will receive an invitation from the Green Bamboo Gang, delivered in the middle of the night while they are fast asleep, yet no one has ever seen the true face of the person delivering the invitation. When did you enter the city, did you receive an invitation?"

Wei Zixian snorted coldly upon hearing this, "I've also heard about this matter. I originally planned to enter the city today, and I even came a night early for this, but unfortunately, when I woke up, there was no invitation on my pillow. It seems to be just a small trick by a lightness skill expert to play tricks, which has been exaggerated by ignorant people in the martial world."

At this point, he paused and then continued, "However, the person who sent the invitation is also somewhat self-aware. If he dared to come last night, I would have made sure he didn't return."

As soon as he finished speaking, they suddenly heard a strange laugh from outside the door.

Then something flew in from outside.

Lu Jing took a closer look and found that the thing in mid-air was actually a red invitation. It was originally extremely difficult to throw such a light object as an invitation too far, but now the invitation not only flew in from outside, but also did so slowly and steadily, without any downward momentum.

It was as if an invisible hand was holding it up from below.

When Lu Jing turned his head again, he found that Wei Zixian had disappeared from the chair.

His sword was also gone.

Is this the power of top-notch lightness skill? Lu Jing was envious. Before, the movements of the Seven Heroes of Fengchen seemed very fast to him, and compared to them, Lu Jing felt like he was lagging. But when Wei Zixian made a move, he realized what a terrifying refresh rate a top-notch graphics card had.

In less than half an incense stick's time, Wei Zixian returned from outside the door, his face slightly gloomy.

"There were too many irrelevant people on the street, and he got away."

"Did Senior Brother see... the appearance of the person who came?" Xia Huai asked curiously.

"That person was masked. As soon as he saw me come out, he ran towards the bridge. After getting on the bridge, he jumped directly into the river. I didn't want to follow him into the water, so I landed on a passing boat, but I never saw him surface from the water again. He must have swam far away," Wei Zixian said, but his brows furrowed again.

"What's wrong, is there anything else?"

"He was hit by my sword the moment he jumped off the bridge, but after he entered the water, I didn't see any blood, nor were there any bloodstains on Beiming," Wei Zixian said with some doubt, but soon added, "He must have been wearing some kind of armor."

Beiming was Wei Zixian's sword. He took the sword out and brought it back, and the blade was indeed very clean.

Then Wei Zixian's gaze shifted to the invitation.

This thing flew in from outside, and without knowing its details, neither Lu Jing nor Xia Huai dared to touch it, so they just watched it land on the table in front of them.

Xia Huai was more knowledgeable than Lu Jing and could tell that the person who sent the invitation had good internal strength, which allowed the invitation to be delivered here steadily. It was hard to say how high his realm was, but this control over internal force was indeed somewhat skillful.

When Wei Zixian came in, he picked up the invitation without hesitation, opened it, and saw that it was written in regular script:

"Tonight at亥时 (21:00-23:00), a night banquet at Gonglou, heroes gather, sharing unique skills, drinking and facing the moon, how happy!"

"The Sword Washing Pavilion is the head of the martial world, and you are the head of the disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion. A carefree guest on the Qingyun List, if you are willing to grace us with your presence, it will surely add to the splendor of this banquet. And tonight's banquet will definitely not disappoint you."

The final signature was Jie Liancheng of the Green Bamboo Gang.

Wei Zixian sneered after reading it, "Not disappoint me? What big words. I only hope that this Gang Leader Jie can really show some spirit tonight, and not let this banquet end too quickly."

......

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful.

Lu Jing first accompanied Xia Huai to the blacksmith shop in the city and spent five taels of silver to buy a long sword for temporary use. Then the two of them went to Lu Jing's master's small courtyard to take a look, but Zhang Sanfeng still hadn't returned.

But the good news was that no martial artists had come to cause trouble in the past few days.

Moreover, according to He Shi, about an hour ago, a strange person sent a heavy gift, saying that he had eyes but couldn't recognize Mount Tai, and that he had disturbed the family of the old senior a few days ago, so he specially came to apologize.

Lu Jing was also quite confused after hearing this. He had long seen that Fang Zijing and his group were acting under someone's instructions, but now the apology was so straightforward that it was somewhat beyond his expectations. Fortunately, this was not a bad thing, so he didn't think too much about it.

Lu Jing's mind was now focused on the Green Bamboo Gang and Jie Liancheng.

He had worked as a porter in the Green Bamboo Gang for nine months. Although he had always been at the bottom, he believed that he knew the Green Bamboo Gang relatively well. Just like he had said to Xia Huai before, the Green Bamboo Gang was essentially a porter service, a group of poor people who worked together to earn a living.

Although with the expansion of its scale, some people later became independent and took on the appearance of a martial arts gang, even in Wujiang City, the Green Bamboo Gang could not be considered a major force.

Could it be that he had also heard the story of the snipe and the clam fighting, and planned to imitate it? But even if these martial artists really fought as he wished, Jie Liancheng's strength wouldn't be enough to be the final beneficiary.