As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Chen's backyard.

Jiang Ming walked all the way, blood dripping from the long knife in his hand. After killing several red-eyed warriors who wanted revenge... no one dared to stop him. The place.

After searching several other courtyards and main rooms, Jiang Ming finally came to a quiet room.

"Huh? There seems to be something famous here..." Jiang Ming's keen perception immediately moved Jiang Ming's eyes, triggering the super sense without hesitation.

The details of the entire quiet room seemed to be fully revealed at this moment, and they could not escape Jiang Ming's gaze.

"There are clues behind the Buddha statue... Why do these gentlemen love worshiping Buddha?"

Jiang Ming raised his brows, he was too lazy to find the mechanism slowly...he just kicked the entire back wall, revealing a dark hole slanting underground.

He stepped into it, walked for a while, and then entered a secret room.

"As expected of a martial arts master..."

Seeing the scene in the secret room, Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw that in the secret room, there were pieces of weapons shining with a cold light, each of which was not a vulgar item, and it was enough to cause countless warriors to snap up it outside.

On the other side, there are several bookshelves with piles of books. Jiang Ming casually flipped through them a few times. They were all about some martial arts methods and skills. There are even more than a dozen first-class martial arts methods here. Not so precious.

And on a table at the end of the secret room, there were some messy papers with many things written and drawn indiscriminately, as well as two books that looked extremely old, and some pen and ink sundries.

"Blood Spirit Art..." Jiang Ming picked up one of the books, and when he saw the name on the cover, he immediately showed satisfaction.

This exercise should be something that Chen Dongfeng stole from Yunmeng Mountain.

"When Chen Dongfeng performed this so-called blood spirit skill, his body was filled with the aura of mutated medicinal materials, and it was similar to the aura of that Daxia Tongbao's coin... Could it be the so-called aura?"

Jiang Ming thought about the battle with Chen Dongfeng just now, could this blood spiritual skill allow ordinary warriors to cultivate aura?

"However, the price of this technique seems to be quite high. Chen Dongfeng only practiced it for a while, and was almost sucked into it. It's so...suitable for me!"

Jiang Ming felt very relieved, and put it into his arms without hesitation.

Then he looked at another ancient book, which was much thicker than the Blood Spirit Art. The inside pages were being opened and spread out in the middle of the table, beside which was a mess of yellow paper. The writing and drawing on it seemed to be trying to decipher the book. ancient books.

There was still a piece of yellow paper that was only half written on, and the brush stained with ink was thrown on it casually, soaking a large area... The person who wrote it seemed to be busy and left in a hurry.

Jiang Ming sighed, the writer obviously couldn't come back, the world is so difficult, he could die at any time...

Eh? People seem to be killed by me... That's okay!

"No wonder I heard that this Chen Dashan is very low-key on weekdays, he hardly shows himself, even when I opened the door, he didn't rush out immediately. It turns out that he is studying these things underground every day..."

Jiang Ming suddenly became interested in this book, picked it up and glanced at a few pages, and his face suddenly showed surprise:

"Could this be... an essay by a cultivator?"

The contents of this unnamed book are scattered and chaotic. It seems to be someone's personal notes. It contains some daily things, but it also contains words such as spiritual energy, breaking through the third level of Qi training, etc., which make ordinary people confused... …

There are also some scribbled records of the alchemy process, crooked talisman paper patterns, and some crude maps of mountains and rivers, marked with some marks and labels... But Jiang Ming has never heard of or seen these mountains and rivers.

It's like a memo...but obviously not for ordinary people!

"Is this also stolen from Yunmeng Mountain Ze... or is it collected by Chen Dongfeng in the secular world?"

Jiang Ming only thought about it for a moment, but he was too lazy to think about it. Anyway, it is his own now, and he will study it slowly in the future...

He also put the immortal cultivator's essay into his arms, and arranged all the papers that Chen Dongfeng wrote and drew on the table into a thick pile, put them in a wooden box, wrapped them in a bundle, and carried them on his back.

"It's a good harvest..." Jiang Ming nodded in satisfaction, and walked to the weapon rack... Naturally, he walked to a dark ghost-headed sword.

The blade is thick and thick, the blade is sharp, and the decoration of a ghost head on the handle looks a bit hideous...

When Jiang Ming got closer, he realized that the ghost knife itself was not black, but was soaked in an unknown amount of blood, and even the handle was soaked in black and red.

Under the super sense... the cold and evil spirit diffused from the ghost knife, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop a bit.

"I'm afraid this Ghost Head Saber has killed countless people...Maybe some martial arts experts will die under the sword!"

"A good weapon, just right for my hero Zhang Shan!"

Jiang Ming took the long knife, then lifted his foot to leave the secret room, and walked out swaggeringly...

In the courtyard of the Chen Mansion, there was extreme chaos. Countless people were frantically rushing in from outside the Chen Mansion, buzzing and discussing...

"The grain depot has collapsed, and I can see the white rice, piled up like a hill..."

"How could it be, how could it be, how could Chen Dashan lie to me..."

More people couldn't believe it, but ran faster than anyone else, rushing towards the grain depot.

At this time, the Chen family was completely devastated by Jiang Ming. Seeing that the villain who killed the head of the family was still in the mansion, no one dared to show their faces to stop these people...

"There is really, really food!"

"My God, there is not so much food in the government's granary..."

"Why do I look at the handwriting on the grain bag? It seems to say Jiangnan Mansion. Could it be the relief food from the government..."

Soon, exclamations sounded, and shocking news quickly spread throughout Baizhou City...

Jiang Ming didn't bother to care about these things, so he left the Chen Mansion and headed towards the city gate.

Shh~

In the distance, there seemed to be a figure prancing on the roof, and it was more than ten feet away... rushing towards Jiang Ming's direction.

"As expected of the rich Jiangnan Mansion, there is more than one martial arts master in the city..."

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, circulated his blood energy, and laughed loudly like thunder:

"Jiangnan Mansion is indeed warm and hospitable, I appreciate it...but it's a long way to go, so there's no need to send it off!"

boom……

His blood was circulating, crazily flowing in his veins, kicking his feet suddenly, his body was like a flash of lightning, and he shot hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.

Boom~

A sonic boom erupted in the air, and Jiang Ming's figure had disappeared in Baizhou City...

A moment later, a majestic man jumped more than ten feet, stopped on the city wall, and stared into the distance, but there was no one to be found.

"Is this... a grandmaster?" Thinking of the speed that that person showed just now, his whole body became icy cold. Even ordinary martial arts grandmasters can't burst out with that terrifying speed.

"This Chen family really hit the iron plate..." He shook his head, decided not to meddle in other people's business, and left quietly.

...

"This tendon rupture really hurts!"

On a mountain road, Jiang Ming's head was covered with grass leaves, his clothes were torn, and he spat out a stubble in his mouth. It was the first time he used the Broken Meridian with all his strength, and more than half of his meridians were shattered.

"However, this speed is really frightening. I didn't stop the car just now, and smashed dozens of trees directly... This kind of terrifying speed hit a Grandmaster. Could it also break his bones and tendons? "

Jiang Ming muttered, he had a deeper understanding of this trick, not only can it be used to escape, but it is also a must for attacking and killing!

"Next, let's play for a while...then find a place to study the harvest slowly!"

For more than ten years, I have seen the customs and customs outside the Dayun Mansion basically only in the novels... It is time to experience it for real.

"I heard that the city of Dongyuan Mansion is adjacent to the sea. During the turmoil of Xianyuan, there seem to be a few families who have benefited from it. They came from Dongyuan Mansion..."

Jiang Ming took out a small book, flipped through a few pages, crossed out the name of the Chen family in Jiangnan Mansion with a fine charcoal pen, then found the directory of Dongyuan Mansion, read it carefully for a while, and put it in his arms again.

"Then go all the way east!"

...

Jiang Ming bought a handsome horse, roughly figured out the direction, and rode eastward.

Along the way, he stopped and stopped, and saw a lot of interesting people and stories along the way. Sometimes he would stop for a few days or even a month when he encountered something he was interested in.

In Jiangnan Fucheng, the famous No. 1 medical center in the south of the Yangtze River, Jiang Minghua became a practitioner of medicine traveling all over the world, sitting and discussing medicine with respected medical masters. In terms of medical experience and knowledge, he was crushed to pieces.

But Jiang Ming's cognition and insights on medicinal herbs, as well as his whimsical ideas in the way of medicine, shocked all the doctors of medicine. The white-haired old men buried in the coffin were extremely excited.

Exchanged and studied with each other for several months...Jiang Mingfang drifted away in the eyes of the crowd!

Staying overnight in an isolated village in the wasteland, Jiang Ming met a middle-aged villager with calluses on his mouth. After being enthusiastically fed a bowl of vegetable soup, he fell asleep.

More than a dozen soldiers in tattered armor gathered into the house from the outside, discussing things like adding firewood and boiling water, etc. The more they talked, the more outrageous they became...

Jiang Ming couldn't listen anymore, he whistled to call the horses that had been domesticated and enlightened, drew the ghost knife one by one, and chopped them clean...

The lonely village was completely silent.

Finding the pile of bones behind the house, Jiang Ming dug a big pit, buried all the bones, and set up a wooden sign. He didn't know what to write, so he didn't write anything at all. away...

Alone, performing martial arts alone in the high mountains, standing on a dead bamboo, drifting along the surging river, amazed all the fishermen by the river...

In a cottage named Yelangzhai, Jiang Ming and the owner of the village did not know each other, and he worked as the second head of the village for half a year. Following the heroes of the village, they robbed the rich and helped the poor, killed an unknown number of masters, and robbed gold, silver, grain and grass. , quietly throwing them into the windows of poor people in villages and towns at night...

In my spare time, I also went to the Lingguang Temple run by Yelangzhai to be a lay disciple who helped... Collect incense from merchants and masters, and listen to their prayers for the safety of this food shipment, and don't be robbed by bandits.

"Amitabha, Buddha will bless you!"

With gentle eyes, Jiang Ming followed the benevolent bald-headed host, knocking on the wooden fish and drawing circles on the master's head.

At night, the bald host took off his cassock, took out two big knives from under the bed, and each of them shared one with Jiang Ming, rode a fast horse with a vicious face, and rushed towards the official road down the mountain.

Under the moonlight, the bald head is shiny and reflective, as if wearing the sacred halo of Buddha...

...

"Finally arrived at Dongyuan Mansion!"

Jiang Ming breathed the humid air, looked down from the high mountain, and saw a big city crawling on the ground in front of him.

Farther away, there is an endless ocean, which makes people feel refreshed...

After more than two years of walking and stopping, Jiang Ming finally arrived here.

"It's time to celebrate when you've reached your goal. Let's rest for another month..."

Jiang Ming patted the horse under him, and headed towards the big city ahead...

Another year later.

Outside the city of Dongyuan Mansion, in a seaside town.

Jiang Ming set up a stall, set up a large pot, and cooked a seafood hodgepodge for the boys and girls from the city, which opened their eyes...

At sunset, he withdrew from the stall, counted the money he earned today, and returned to his hut.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Ming took out a thin book from his arms and opened it, which densely recorded many deeds of Dongyuan Mansion that he had observed in the past year.

"The families of Dongyuan Mansion seem to have been quiet these years..."

Jiang Ming murmured, those few families who came back from Yunmeng Mountain Ze did not seem to have heard of any family like the Chen family who suddenly became a peak martial arts master, and no martial arts genius emerged...

"However, this is considered normal. After all, if everyone can grab a big opportunity, it is not normal!"

Jiang Ming shook his head, intending to put this matter aside for the time being and prepare to delve into the two books he got from the Chen family.

"Let's practice the Blood Spirit Art first..."

In the past few years, Jiang Ming has roughly mastered this exercise a few times, but he has not been in a hurry to practice it. Anyway, life is long, so why rush for a while.

He once again opened the exercise book from Yunmeng Shanze:

"Blood Spiritual Art, a method of changing fate against the heavens in a place where spiritual energy is exhausted, uses human blood energy as a fire, and burns sacrifices to refine spiritual energy... This method has two shortcomings. One is that the spiritual energy refined can only be used for self-cultivation, and the other It consumes a lot of blood and energy, and non-martial arts masters should not practice lightly..."

"It's also thanks to this shortcoming, otherwise that Chen Dashan would have committed a terrifying murder..." Jiang Ming said to himself.

But looking at Chen Dongfeng's final appearance, he was almost sucked dry within a few breaths... I'm afraid this exercise is much more terrifying than the description.

Jiang Ming reckoned that even a master of martial arts would have a short life if he practiced this thing... Unless he was really desperate like Chen Dashan... If he wanted to rely on this method to break through the bottleneck of martial arts, no one would dare to practice this thing.

"Speaking of it, it is considered a forbidden technique, but it can be considered a forbidden technique of the immortal way..." Jiang Ming's eyes flickered, if he practiced this technique, could he condense his spiritual energy and become a cultivator of immortality.

"It's a pity that there is no way to cultivate immortals..." Then he paused and sighed.

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