The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

From the moment Lu Jing obtained it until now, he hadn't had much time to look at it.

He had only briefly skimmed through a few pages when he first got it, knowing that the contents were mostly Yan Wangxiao's notes.

It was only now that he took it out to read carefully.

It was evident that He Qing had started writing this quite early, even before he became famous, at least sixteen years ago.

Other people's notes were about what books they read today, what music they listened to, which family's young lady they saw, or what dishes they ate at which restaurant, but He Qing's notes were different.

His notes mainly described what people he killed today for some trivial reason.

Or there was no reason at all, purely because he was in a bad mood, or because he vaguely felt that the other party posed a threat to him, so he struck first.

However, He Qing at that time should not have completely lost his humanity. After killing too many people, he felt strange and ran to ask his master if he was sick.

As a result, his master told him calmly, "Relax, you're fine. It's normal to have murderous intent when practicing the 'Intestine Severing Six Melodies'. That's why people with weak hearts can't practice our lineage's kung fu."

Otherwise, the more they killed, the more painful it would become, eventually leading to Qi Deviation and death.

From then on, He Qing completely let go of the burden of killing people. It was a sequela of practicing kung fu. Why bother hesitating and risk Qi Deviation? It was better to completely open his heart and kill to his heart's content.

Thus, Yan Wangxiao's reputation grew bigger and bigger, until he was on the Imperial City Division's wanted list.

And then the content of the notes became about how He Qing, single-handedly, used his wits and courage to fight against the righteous experts who were chasing him, as well as the Imperial City Division's spies.

Lu Jing read dozens of pages and felt that there were exciting points and explosive points. With a little polishing, he could directly submit it to Qidian and turn it into a refreshing novel of decisive killing.

This was much more exciting than Boruto.

However, in the second half of the booklet, He Qing suddenly changed his writing style and wrote:

"In my more than ten years of wandering the martial world, I have never seen such strange and terrifying things. Could there really be ghosts and gods in this world?"

Yan Wangxiao wrote these words extremely hastily, which showed that his emotions were agitated at the time. There were also a few drops of ink on the paper afterward, which seemed to indicate that He Qing's hand was trembling when he wrote.

It was hard to imagine that such a murderous demon would be frightened to this extent.

Especially since Lu Jing had read He Qing's previous notes and knew that he had not always had smooth sailing. Several times he had been forced into desperate situations, relying on careful calculations, superb skills, and a bit of luck to turn defeat into victory.

This person was evil, but his actions could be described as heroic, often putting life and death aside!

In the most difficult times, Lu Jing often saw He Qing calculating in his notes, trying to make a deal where he wouldn't lose, making a bloody profit if he killed two, and preferably dragging a royal relative or something down with him to be buried, infuriating the Imperial City Division's hawks.

Could a person who wasn't afraid of death have something to fear?

Lu Jing continued to read, and this was something that happened three years ago, which happened to be when Yan Wangxiao disappeared from the martial world.

At that time, the general perception in the martial world was that He Qing finally couldn't withstand the pressure from the Imperial City Division, and that his reversed playing of the melody crippled a genius disciple of the Yunshui Jingci Pavilion, angering this top righteous sect with a history of over a hundred years. Therefore, Yan Wangxiao had to temporarily lie low.

But according to the notes in Lu Jing's hand, He Qing's disappearance seemed to have another reason.

Although he couldn't rule out the possibility of him beautifying himself in the notes, judging from the previous few articles, he was indeed eager to try, and he was not anxious because he had offended the Yunshui Jingci Pavilion. Instead, he was completely stimulated by his heroic aspirations, thinking about doing something big again.

As a result, he suddenly disappeared without a trace. This change was indeed quite abrupt.

And the answer seemed to be in the booklet in Lu Jing's hand.

Originally, he just planned to flip through it as a bedtime reading, but Lu Jing became more and more engrossed as he read it, and he was no longer sleepy.

Seeing that the oil lamp on the windowsill was about to burn out, Lu Jing got up and added some more oil to it.

Then he continued to pick up the booklet in his hand.

At this time, He Qing, in order to avoid the encirclement and suppression from all sides, fled to the Yuzhou Prefecture area in the southeast, which used to be the territory of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

Sixty years ago, the Qinglian Sword Sect was also a top-notch sect in the world, on par with the Xuankong Temple and the Yunshui Jingci Pavilion. It was also famous for its swordsmanship, and it was even better than the current rising Washing Sword Pavilion.

It had countless masters and endless geniuses. The headmaster, Qin Buyu, was known as the Sword King of the East Sea and was also recognized as the number one master in the martial world at that time, ranking first on the Tianji List, with a record of one hundred and twenty battles and never a defeat.

However, the Qinglian Sword Sect's sect was located on overseas islands, and its disciples mostly operated in the coastal area, rarely leaving Yuzhou Prefecture, so its influence on the Central Plains martial world was not as strong as other major sects.

But even so, no one dared to question their terrifying strength and background.

Looking at the empty sea, they were at a loss.

This incident caused a great shock at the time. Afterward, many people flocked to Yuzhou Prefecture and hired boats to go to sea, wanting to find the disappeared Qinglian Sword Sect.

Of course, the main thing was to see if they could obtain the several peerless martial arts within the Qinglian Sword Sect, but unfortunately, most people could only return with regret.

There were also a small number of people who were even more unlucky and caught up in shipwrecks, and both people and ships were overturned, directly feeding the fish.

After a while, there were fewer people going to sea, and later, except for a part of the Qinglian Sword Sect's disciples who were scattered outside and were still tirelessly searching for the whereabouts of their sect, the rest gave up.

And when those surviving disciples also died one after another, the once-prominent Qinglian Sword Sect completely became history and memories.

If he hadn't experienced the secret book killing incident before, and had Amu by his side, Lu Jing would most likely have been inclined to believe that it was a seabed earthquake or a super tsunami that unfortunately took away the island where the Qinglian Sword Sect was located.

But now, a chill rose in Lu Jing's heart.

Although this martial arts mystery case happened sixty years ago, it seemed to have nothing to do with the present.

However, He Qing had previously glossed over several major battles with the Imperial City Division's experts, but now he spent so much ink on something that was almost forgotten, obviously there was a reason.

Lu Jing almost couldn't wait to continue reading.