The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Wei Zixian frowned slightly when he saw that Lu Jing seemed uninterested in the Seven Stars Accompanying the Moon Sword.

However, it was already rare for him to offer guidance given his temperament, and he wouldn't try to persuade someone who didn't listen. Instead, he began introducing another martial art.

"Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs. This martial art... heh, although there are many moves, they are all very rough. It takes the path of powerful and heavy strikes, being incomparably fierce. It looks quite lively, but the control of internal force is too poor. There's almost no variation. From the starting stance, it's just a relentless attack, and each move is more insane than the last, becoming stronger as it goes on, but the consumption is also greater.

"To unleash its full power, you'd also need to forge a Zen staff weighing at least fifty pounds. The weight of the Zen staff, combined with the blessing of internal energy, would be an exaggeration to split mountains, but smashing rocks shouldn't be a problem. But so what? If you encounter an expert, they just need to wear you down. At the same realm, your internal force will be exhausted, and they'll probably still have half left. How can you win then?"

Lu Jing's eyes lit up at the first sentence, and the more Wei Zixian said, the brighter his eyes became. By the time Wei Zixian finished speaking, he actually slapped his thigh and blurted out, "Good, good, good! This is the one I want."

Wei Zixian's brow furrowed even deeper. "Are you sure? The Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs is only a fifth-grade martial art, a grade lower than the Seven Stars Accompanying the Moon Sword. They're not even comparable in value."

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Lu Jing had indeed considered choosing the Seven Stars Accompanying the Moon Sword, but it was to sell it and then buy the Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs. This way, he could not only obtain the Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs but also make a lot of money, directly escaping poverty and becoming rich.

But this operation was a bit too flamboyant.

Lu Jing also had to consider Wei Zixian's feelings. This proud senior brother of the Sword Washing Pavilion certainly didn't want to be treated like a monkey, so after thinking about it, he decided to directly take the Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs, to avoid any unforeseen complications.

After choosing the martial art, it was time to say goodbye.

Rumor had it that Wei Zixian was arrogant and almost never considered other people's feelings, but in reality, it wasn't that he didn't understand these things, but that he was too proud to do them. However, he was quite considerate towards his junior sister.

The senior brother of the Sword Washing Pavilion said to Xia Huai, "I'll go downstairs first. You better not delay too long either. Our boat is leaving soon, and we need to hurry to the pier."

Xia Huai nodded. After Wei Zixian left, she thought of that strange dream again.

In that dream, everyone had fallen into a strange madness, and even her respected senior brother had acted out of character, rushing towards the secret manual on the ground like a rabid dog.

Only Lu Jing remained conscious, hugging her and trying to run out of the restaurant, but he was blocked by Xie Liancheng. She couldn't remember what happened after that.

Indeed... was it just an absurd and bizarre dream?

However, Xia Huai didn't know why, but she couldn't forget the scenes in the dream.

The warmth from the palm of the person who held her hand, preventing her from reaching for the secret manual, while shaking his head and saying no, was so real.

Not to mention being held in his arms afterwards, their chests pressed together. Although Xia Huai usually didn't care about trivial matters, she had never been so close to a man before.

So close that their heartbeats almost overlapped. It was a wonderful experience that Xia Huai had never had before.

Just thinking about this scene made her feel dizzy, and she also remembered Lu Jing applying medicine for her a few days ago.

She knew that the situation was urgent at the time, and Lu Jing didn't deliberately try to take advantage of her. Afterwards, they both tacitly avoided mentioning it.

But since having that strange dream, the originally normal treatment had gradually become romantic when recalled. The feeling of his fingers brushing against her skin, sometimes lightly, sometimes gently, became clear one by one.

Xia Huai wasn't sure what was wrong with her mind, but she had consciously reduced contact with Lu Jing in the past two days, but when it came time to say goodbye, she couldn't help but regret it.

Lu Jing made up his mind, but right now, there were more pressing matters before him.

The money on his body had already been spent, and he should have been looking for a new job long ago, but he was delayed by meeting Xia Huai. It was fine to eat and drink with Wei Zixian, but now that they had left, he had to quickly find a new livelihood to support himself.

Lu Jing initially planned to find a clerical job, such as a bookkeeper or something. He had passed advanced mathematics, so arithmetic was naturally no problem. Being a bookkeeper should be more than enough.

But now that he had so much internal force in his body, it was a bit inappropriate to do clerical work. Not only would he not be able to use his advantages, but it would also be inconvenient for him to expend his internal force. So Lu Jing still focused his attention on those physical jobs, preferably the kind that could be done all at once, leaving the rest of the time to practice his skills.

He walked around the city, looking at which places were hiring and noting the hiring requirements and salaries.

After a round, Lu Jing already had an answer in his mind.

He walked to a charcoal shop and asked, "Shopkeeper, are you hiring?"

Hearing this, a thin man in his fifties poked his head out from inside, looked Lu Jing up and down, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. "Hiring is hiring, but it's not to work here, but at the charcoal kiln outside the city. There, people are needed to help chop the wood that's been pulled over. This work... is not easy, ah. I'm afraid you can't do it with that small frame of yours."

"Anyway, you don't pay by the pound. If I don't do well, you can pay me less," Lu Jing replied.