The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Lu Jing discovered that getting beaten up really was the fastest way to expend his inner force.

He had been pondering for a long time, running and boxing, but the inner force in his dantian had barely decreased.

It wasn't as effective as being hit by the flower-selling girl's golden ring.

Of course, his chest really hurt now.

The golden ring was much harder than a fist, and despite the flower-selling girl's fair complexion, slender arms, and legs, her strike was fast and ruthless.

She swung it in a full circle, and the air pressure from the golden ring even blew away the fallen leaves on the ground.

If Lu Jing's inner force hadn't arrived in time, he estimated that he would have successfully merged with that golden ring.

Unfortunately, she met the version 2.0 of Lu Jing today.

For ordinary martial artists, ten days might result in negligible growth of inner force, but for Lu Jing, it was enough to directly transform him.

Now, the power of taking a heavy blow to the chest had naturally reached a new level.

The flower-selling girl's mind short-circuited at that moment.

Was I hit?

When?

No, I clearly hit that guy!

But based on the result, it seemed that I was indeed the one who was hit.

While spitting blood, she was already deeply engrossed in philosophical contemplation.

Lu Jing, in this life-or-death situation, was unprecedentedly decisive.

He was well aware that this counterattack might not completely deprive the flower-selling girl of her combat power, and this move of his would only work the first time.

Once the flower-selling girl reacted and used her ghostly movements to circle him, he would really have no other choice but to wait for death.

Therefore, Lu Jing ignored the pain in his chest, poured his inner force into his legs again, and then strode to catch up with the flower-selling girl who had been sent flying.

Before she could get up from the ground, Lu Jing directly pounced on her like a hungry dog, sitting on the flower-selling girl's waist.

Then, with both hands, one hand pinched the flower-selling girl's neck, while the other hand pressed on her chest, holding her firmly to the ground.

The flower-selling girl was also dumbfounded.

What kind of fighting method was this?

There were no martial arts moves, it was more like a village woman's brawl.

The problem was that Lu Jing didn't disarm her weapon first, and the other hand went straight for her chest.

Could it be that she had misjudged him?

Was this guy actually a lustful ghost?

He didn't care about his own life or death, he just wanted to take advantage of her before he died?

While thinking this, the flower-selling girl had already subconsciously begun to fight back.

However, when she swung the golden ring in her hand, she suddenly remembered something, and her pretty face turned pale.

Unfortunately, it was too late when she reacted.

The golden ring struck Lu Jing's body again, and then the flower-selling girl felt another surge of inner force drilling into her body, making her internal injuries even worse!

At this time, she was completely panicked.

As her breathing became more and more difficult, she knew that hitting Lu Jing would only worsen her injuries, but under the stimulation of her desire to survive, she instinctively used the golden ring in her hand, as well as her fists, to beat Lu Jing again and again.

It was as if a drowning person was desperately trying to grab everything around them, but they didn't expect that those things would only make her sink faster…

Inside the Bodhisattva temple, the fortune-telling Taoist priest had already taken out a silver needle from his bosom and inserted it into the red-skirted woman's Baihui acupoint, gently twisting it twice before pulling the silver needle out again.

The red-skirted woman's eyelids twitched first, and then she opened her eyes.

The first thing that came into her view was the gloomy face of the sugar figurine vendor, "Miss Xia, we meet again."

Hearing this, the woman surnamed Xia opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to spit a mouthful of saliva on the sugar figurine vendor's face, but the latter took a step ahead and reached out to remove her chin.

"Hu is different from my seventh brother, and has never been one to cherish jade."

The sugar figurine vendor said indifferently, "Miss Xia has fallen into our hands, so you must be clear that you have no way to survive, but have you ever thought that there are many things in this world that are more terrifying than death."

After speaking, he winked at the pig-butchering butcher, who grinned, put down the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand, and stretched out his cattail fan-like hand to tear off a piece of the red-skirted woman's skirt.

The eyes of the woman surnamed Xia were filled with both shock and anger.

The sugar figurine vendor reached out and closed her chin again, "So I still hope that Miss Xia can cooperate with us properly.

I can guarantee to you that as long as we finish asking the questions, we will kill you immediately and will never do anything else."

"It's useless that you are still called the Seven Heroes of the Dust Wind, it turns out that you are all scum and dregs with human faces and beast hearts," the woman surnamed Xia said hatefully, "It's hateful that the world is still being kept in the dark by you."

The sugar figurine vendor shook his head, "Miss Xia's words are wrong, may I ask if you have ever done good deeds, I'm not talking about the kind of young disciples who have just left their teachers and do chivalrous deeds on a whim, but the kind of good deeds that put the word 'chivalry' on their heads for ten years as if it was a day, and everyone praises your chivalrous spirit."

Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed, "This is really not something that humans should do, think about it, no matter where you go, everyone knows that you are a great hero, so they will look at you with the eyes of a great hero, do you know what this means?"

"I will be respected?"

"No," the Taoist priest on the side suddenly smiled bitterly, "This means that your life is ruined, you can't make a single mistake, you must always maintain the highest moral standards, it means that everyone will stare at you closely, to see if you have done anything wrong, this is definitely the most tiring job in the world."

At this time, the old fisherman carrying a fishing rod also opened his mouth, "There are two wealthy people in the village, Wang, the wealthy one, is charitable and generous, and is a well-known great benefactor, Zhang, the wealthy one, is stingy and unwilling to pull out a single hair, one day a person who was so hungry that he was skin and bones passed by the doors of the two of them, as a result, Wang, the wealthy one, did not open the door, while Zhang, the wealthy one, asked the housekeeper to give that person a pancake."

"When the next morning came, the village was in an uproar, the villagers denounced Wang, the wealthy one, as a hypocrite who only wanted a good reputation, and did not really want to help others, while Zhang, the wealthy one, although stingy, actually had the heart of a Bodhisattva under his cold face, tell me, who should reason with this matter."

The woman surnamed Xia was silent when she heard this, but after a moment she still said, "This is not a reason for you to do evil."

"You're right," the sugar figurine vendor took over the conversation again, "But we are also people, living people.

Although we usually show the bright side to the world, it doesn't mean that there are no dark corners in our hearts, especially when you have been standing in the sun for a long time, that suppressed darkness becomes more and more eager to move, and you need to release it every once in a while."