The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Lu Jing hesitated for a moment, but still decided to go to that Bodhisattva temple and take another look.

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Firstly, that place was the most sparsely populated area within a radius of ten miles, making it very suitable for practicing martial arts. Secondly, he had been bothered by the fact that he only fought monsters before and didn't have time to loot the corpses.

Calculating the time, the Two Heroes should have already been scared away by Wei Zixian, so it was time to go back and take a look.

If he was lucky, he might even be able to pick up another piece of equipment or something.

Of course, it was definitely not okay to walk out swaggeringly with a wooden training dummy like this. People who saw it would probably be scared out of their wits.

So, Lu Jing decided to dress A-Mu up a little, draped some clothes over it, and put on a bamboo hat, trying to make it look like a person. But in the next moment, Lu Jing suddenly thought of something, and the movements of his hands paused.

Then, Lu Jing went around to the back of A-Mu and, sure enough, found a sword wound on its waist.

So, was A-Mu the one who delivered the invitation to Wei Zixian before checking into the inn that day?

No, that's not right. A-Mu can't speak, and it doesn't seem to have any inner strength. It should have been Jie Liancheng and A-Mu putting on an act together. Jie Liancheng delivered the invitation, and A-Mu was responsible for fleeing to attract Wei Zixian's attention.

That guy was obviously a little careless that day, or was deliberately acting, which led to him ultimately being stabbed by Jie Liancheng.

And the person who delivered invitations to the heroes in the middle of the night before was probably this little wooden training dummy.

This guy's lightness skill is really something.

But then Lu Jing frowned again. A-Mu has no inner strength, so how does it drive its lightness skill?

Lu Jing thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Well, the fact that a wooden stake can run around is already inexplicable, so seeing it have lightness skill is not so unacceptable.

Lu Jing finished dressing A-Mu and took two steps back to admire his masterpiece.

Not bad, although it's wrapped up tightly and doesn't quite look like a person, fortunately, it doesn't look like a wooden stake either.

Even if someone suspects something halfway, with A-Mu's lightness skill, it's impossible to see its true face.

Lu Jing felt that there were no problems, and after explaining some precautions to A-Mu, he took it out.

At first, Lu Jing was a little worried that this little wooden training dummy, upon seeing the vast world outside, would go wild like a husky and forget all the things he had told it.

But after walking for a while, Lu Jing found that A-Mu was actually much more well-behaved outside than at home.

It just followed closely behind him. When it encountered cats or dogs barking wildly at it on the road, it almost stuck its whole body to Lu Jing, looking very nervous.

This guy... seems unexpectedly timid.

Lu Jing didn't know what A-Mu was afraid of. Logically speaking, as a wooden stake, it shouldn't be worried about being gnawed by dogs, right? Could it be that it had some bad memories outside before?

Lu Jing remembered a cat he had adopted when he was a child, which had been abandoned by its original owner and wandered the streets for a while. During that time, it probably accumulated some bad impressions of humans, which caused it to be very afraid of people later.

Lu Jing also spent a long time getting that cat to accept him.

Unfortunately, the remnant soul in the book left too quickly, and Lu Jing didn't know what had happened to A-Mu.

While thinking, the two, one man and one wooden stake, had already arrived at the foot of the small mountain south of the city.

Far away from the crowds and the cats and dogs in the village, A-Mu's spirits seemed to have recovered, and it began to push Lu Jing with its stake-hands, urging the latter to walk faster.

So, Lu Jing also poured his inner strength into his legs and began to speed up.

As a result, it was fine if he didn't speed up, but speeding up caused A-Mu to get excited as well, and it ran away from his sight in a puff of smoke.

Comparing people to people is infuriating.

Lu Jing felt that he had used all his strength, but he still couldn't even see A-Mu's taillights, and A-Mu would stop after running a few steps and stand there waiting for him.

As if wondering why his speed was so slow.

Lu Jing rolled his eyes at it, thinking that when he had practiced that Surging Waves skill, well, he probably still wouldn't be able to outrun it.

Forget it, it's meaningless to argue with a wooden stake.

Lu Jing ignored A-Mu and ran to the Bodhisattva temple on the mountainside in three steps.

Some traces of the previous fighting could still be seen on the ground, but the corpse of the little flower-selling girl outside was gone. Similarly, the ground inside the temple was also empty.

Lu Jing walked around in a circle, feeling a little regretful. He didn't know if one of the Two Heroes had come back halfway, or if someone else had passed by.

In short, his idea of ​​picking up something again was shattered. Fortunately, he had some psychological preparation for this and was not too disappointed.

Afterwards, Lu Jing found a wooden stick the thickness of his forearm in the mountain to serve as a version 0 of the Zen staff, intending to continue practicing the Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs.

He turned the secret manual to the second style—Sweeping All Directions.

Then, he swung the wooden stick in his hand according to the illustration above.

As a result, in the next moment, Lu Jing's Quchi acupoint felt a slight pain, and who was the figure that flashed before him if not A-Mu?

Lu Jing's practice was interrupted for no reason, but he had a good temper and wasn't too angry. He just said to A-Mu, "You play by yourself first."

Lu Jing pondered for a moment, then mobilized his inner strength and swung the wooden stick.

And this time, it was the Jianjing acupoint that was poked by the stake-hand, but Lu Jing didn't continue to let A-Mu play aside.

On the contrary, Lu Jing fell into deep thought as he looked at the eager-to-try wooden training dummy in front of him.

Before, after swinging the wooden stick for the first time, Lu Jing also noticed that his movements were not standard, but he couldn't say exactly where it was not standard. It wasn't until the second time that he vaguely felt that it was a problem with the force exerted by the muscles on the inside of his forearm, and that was exactly near the Quchi acupoint.

Recalling that A-Mu had read the Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs before, a somewhat strange but seemingly reasonable idea suddenly emerged in Lu Jing's mind.

—This wooden training dummy is helping him practice martial arts moves!

Speaking of which, wooden training dummies seem to have been made for practicing martial arts in the first place. Could it be that A-Mu also has this function?

Well, there's no answer to this kind of thing just by thinking about it. You can find out by trying a few more times.

Lu Jing held the wooden stick in his hand, but this time he took the initiative to say to A-Mu opposite him, "Come again!"

So, next, A-Mu's figure flew around Lu Jing. As the little wooden training dummy kept poking the acupoints on Lu Jing's arm, Lu Jing also adjusted his posture and exertion in a timely manner.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Jing swept a stick on the stone seat of the Buddha statue behind him, and the place that was swept was splashed with gravel!

Although the stick broke as expected, Lu Jing was still overjoyed.