The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

“Master Gu… is there anything else?”

Since Lu Jing had noticed Gu Caiwei standing to the side, he was too embarrassed to pretend he hadn't seen her, so he simply walked over and asked.

As a result, when Gu Caiwei saw Lu Jing approaching her step by step with an axe in his hand, she immediately became nervous again, especially since she had already used the excuse of handing out steamed buns, and she didn't know how else she could delay.

So, facing Lu Jing's question, she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

The teenager opposite her, however, was the first to show a look of realization on his face.

Lu Jing remembered the warning the man surnamed Bai had given him before, especially the way the man surnamed Bai hadn't dared to say too much, as if afraid of being overheard, which meant that there were probably spies planted by Song Zhongwen in the charcoal kiln.

Gu Caiwei probably knew this too, and was worried that if she just left like this, Song Zhongwen would see that the two of them didn't actually have a very deep relationship, and that she had only been putting on a show of power earlier.

In that case, it wouldn't be long before she fell into Song Zhongwen's hands again.

Lu Jing felt that he had roughly figured out why Gu Caiwei was still staying at the charcoal kiln.

As the saying goes, if you help someone, help them all the way; if you send a Buddha, send him to the West. Since he had already helped Gu Caiwei scare away Song Zhongwen, he might as well give this pretty widow another hand.

Lu Jing reached out his hand that wasn't holding the axe.

The workers in the charcoal kiln were ostensibly doing their own things, but in reality, after noticing Lu Jing walking towards Gu Caiwei, they couldn't help but focus their attention on the two of them.

Underneath the coarse linen clothes, Gu Caiwei's skin was covered in goosebumps.

She instinctively wanted to run away, but when she saw the axe in Lu Jing's hand, her legs went weak, and she couldn't take a step, and could only watch as that devil's claw landed on her…

Um, head?

Lu Jing patted Gu Caiwei's head, just like he would treat a husky from a friend's house, casually ruffling it a couple of times, and then said, "Alright, it's okay, go home now."

This was the best way Lu Jing could think of to "prove" in front of the spies that there was indeed some kind of relationship between him and Gu Caiwei, but without offending Gu Caiwei too much.

This head pat might not protect Gu Caiwei for the rest of her life, but it should at least make Song Zhongwen suspicious for half a year. As for after half a year, Gu Caiwei should be able to come up with new ways or find new backers to solve her crisis.

Only this teenager in front of her, who clearly had the ability to swallow her in one gulp from the beginning, was willing to treat her gently.

It turned out that men were not all the same.

Gu Caiwei's heart, which had been hurt to death by the malice of the world, was revived again.

… … … …

If Lu Jing could know what Gu Caiwei was thinking in her head right now, his expression would probably become very strange, and then he would say to Gu Caiwei with a wry smile, "Girl, you have a typical case of Stockholm syndrome."

The specific clinical manifestation is that when the victim and the perpetrator are in a very unequal position, and the victim is completely dominated, as long as the perpetrator gives them a little benefit, their fear will first be transformed into gratitude, then into a kind of worship, and finally they will be grateful to the perpetrator, and even be completely devoted to them.

In his previous life, Lu Jing had seen some similar things in the workplace, which usually happened between newly graduated women and their superiors.

This once made Lu Jing wonder what true love really was, or whether love was just a kind of psychological illusion that happened occasionally in special times?

But I digress. In short, Lu Jing has no way to get into Gu Caiwei's head now. He doesn't even know that he has inadvertently become a demon in everyone's eyes.

Naturally, there is no way to prevent Gu Caiwei from going further and further down the road of Stockholm syndrome.

After getting his wages for the day, Lu Jing hurriedly left the charcoal kiln.

He went to the field to find Amu, and then the two of them, one person and one wooden stake, ran to the Bodhisattva Temple to continue practicing the Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs.

After practicing until the sun went down, Lu Jing mastered ten more stances, and at the same time, the speed of internal force circulation in his body and the internal force that could be mobilized with each move were improved to a certain extent.

Lu Jing could feel himself growing rapidly. You must know that it had only been less than twenty days since he had just possessed internal force, and the time he had obtained the martial arts moves was even shorter, only less than three days. He could practice to this level, which was inseparable from Amu's close guidance.

It's just that Lu Jing still couldn't be happy. Feeling a sense of urgency, he opened the light body technique of Raging Waves Under the Shocking Tide under the moonlight and looked at it with Amu.

In the end, after some tossing, Lu Jing consumed about one-third of the internal force in his dantian before attacking the acupoints, which was basically the same as yesterday, but considering that Yin Qing's good-hearted assist in the morning, the internal force consumed by Lu Jing's practice actually couldn't cover the part of the internal force that was added more on the second day due to the acupoint attack the previous day.

There are twenty-eight acupoints in the Du Meridian, and now there are sixteen left. Even if it becomes more and more difficult to attack later, Lu Jing conservatively estimates that he only has about thirteen or fourteen days left.