The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Zhang Sanfeng was a man of his word. After inquiring about Lu Jing's general situation, he taught his disciple his signature palm technique and a leg technique.

The palm technique was called 'Stone Breaking Palm.' Like the Lesser Vajra Strength, it was a common, run-of-the-mill skill in the martial world, known for its forceful and fierce approach. It was said that upon mastering it, one could shatter a stone tablet with a single palm strike, hence the name 'Stone Breaking Palm.'

But the subsequent leg technique... was somewhat different.

"This leg technique is called 'Wind and Cloud Changes,'" Zhang Sanfeng said. "Years ago, when I was working as an escort, I had to travel overnight to save time. As a result, I encountered a heavy rain. In the wilderness, there was only a mountain temple where we could take shelter."

"The old镖师 (biāoshī -镖师 means escort) in charge of leading us was very hesitant, but at that time, I was young and bold, or rather, a reckless fool who only knew how to show off. Seeing everyone hesitating, I was filled with heroic spirit and patted my chest, saying I would go in first to scout for them."

"Now, looking back, that temple was indeed a bit strange, but since I had already spoken so boldly, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in. Fortunately, after entering, I didn't encounter any demons or villains. The entire temple only had an old beggar sleeping behind the mountain god statue."

"I went forward and woke up the old beggar, only to find that his eyes were gray and white, and he seemed to be blind. He claimed his surname was Ji and didn't know how he had come to this temple."

"Seeing his pitiful state, I took out half of my dry food and water to share with him, and then went out to call the others. But when I came back in, the beggar surnamed Ji had already disappeared."

"The mountain temple only had one door, and so many of us didn't see the beggar surnamed Ji leave. Who knows how he left? The others didn't believe me, saying that I either saw a ghost or was hallucinating."

"Later, I myself became a bit unsure, but when I got up early the next morning to pack my things and prepare to continue on the road, I found a small booklet in my luggage—the cover of that booklet had the three words 'Wind and Cloud Changes' written on it."

After telling the origin of this martial art, Zhang Sanfeng found Lu Jing staring straight at him. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's just that I didn't expect that Master... you also had a fortuitous encounter," Lu Jing said. "Although the story is a bit cliché."

Zhang Sanfeng snorted, "Heh heh, do you really think I don't know what you're thinking? Now that you have internal energy, you look down on your teacher, don't you?"

"Haha." Lu Jing was exposed by Zhang Sanfeng and could only laugh dryly.

Indeed, when Zhang Sanfeng said he would teach him the palm technique and leg technique, Lu Jing was very touched, but he didn't take it to heart.

He currently had the 'Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs,' which was rated as a fifth-grade martial art by the Treasure Pavilion. In the game, it was basically a blue, excellent grade, and it suited him especially well, so he naturally looked down on Zhang Sanfeng's white board skills.

He only decided to write it down out of respect for his master.

"Don't underestimate this leg technique. Your teacher made a name for himself as the 'Sky-Turning Harrier' by relying on this leg technique," Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said. "Moreover, this leg technique has a total of nine forms, but I only mastered the first form."

Lu Jing was stunned when he heard this. "You only mastered one form?"

"Yes, because the further you go, the harder it gets, and the requirements for internal energy realm are also higher," Zhang Sanfeng said. "Your teacher cultivated internal energy for a lifetime but didn't enter the stream, so this leg technique will be cheap for you."

After a pause, he added, "Let's make it clear first, I can only teach you the first form. I might be able to help you with the second form, but you'll have to figure out the rest yourself."

Others might have to weigh in their hearts whether they could figure it out.

But Lu Jing had Ah Mu, this golden sparring partner, so he didn't have this kind of trouble.

Seeing that Lu Jing seemed a little confused, Zhang Sanfeng explained, "I can definitely teach you if I really want to, but it's not appropriate for me to teach..."

"What's not appropriate?" Lu Jing blinked his eyes, puzzled.

He had previously asked Xia Huai, and the disciples of Washing Sword Pavilion and other major sects also practiced these four skills, and the methods were similar. Just like practicing horse stance, they were all hard work, and you just needed to practice them.

"Many famous sects look down on common people, but in reality, there are many people with unique skills in the city," Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Later, I will find you four teachers to specialize in teaching you these four skills. Some of them are not even people from the martial world, but in terms of that skill... hey, even those top experts are not as good as them without using internal energy."

"Since we can't compare with those famous sects in terms of the subtlety of moves, we can only put in effort in other aspects."

Lu Jing rarely saw his master so full of energy.

In the past, Zhang Sanfeng was basically muddleheaded and indifferent to the world.

But this time, perhaps he was stimulated by Lu Jing's entry into the second-rate realm. The old man, who had never entered the stream in his life, had the idea of cherishing talent, worried that such a good material would be ruined in his hands.

If it weren't for Lu Jing's special situation now, he would have been thinking about whether to terminate his master-disciple relationship with Lu Jing and let Lu Jing switch to those famous sects.

So Zhang Sanfeng also made up his mind that he had to play this development game well.

After leaving his master's small courtyard, Lu Jing went to Gu Caiwei's residence.

Before he even entered the door, he saw a thin old man leading a pot-bellied man towards the inside.

"You must have come to the wrong door," Lu Jing stopped the two and said.

"Who is this person...?" The pot-bellied man frowned when he saw Lu Jing, dissatisfied.

Before the thin old man could reply, Gu Caiwei's voice came from inside the door, "Is that Young俠 (xiá- means swordsman; chivalrous hero) Lu outside... please come in quickly. And Steward Jiang, please come in, I have prepared tea."

Steward Jiang didn't seem to want to go in with Lu Jing. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the thin old man's face change. He didn't care about being rude, and hurriedly covered Steward Jiang's mouth, then said to the courtyard.

"Manager Gu, Steward Jiang suddenly remembered something, we'll come back later."

After saying that, he didn't know where he got the strength from, but he forcibly dragged away Steward Jiang, who was twice his weight and looked bewildered.

Lu Jing walked into the door and saw Gu Caiwei, dressed in men's clothing and looking quite capable, and asked in confusion, "They..."

"Oh, they are the broker and the person he brought to see the house," Gu Caiwei said, while pouring a cup of tea for Lu Jing.