As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

In the dark and cold cave, some fires were flickering, and the aroma of a jar of mushroom soup was overflowing.

Jiang Ming came back to his senses, and scooped up a full bowl with a rotten bowl. In the golden yellow soup, there was a trace of flame-like red light, which seemed very strange.

"I'm afraid this bowl of soup can bring down an elephant..."

Looking at the colorful mushrooms in the soup, Jiang Ming couldn't help grinning, and while blowing on the hot air, he couldn't wait to drink it.

"Hiss~"

After a mouthful of thick soup, it was so fresh that it would melt Jiang Ming's tongue, and all kinds of mushrooms were extremely delicious, and there was an unknown scorching force, following the heat of the soup, rushing from the stomach to the limbs and bones .

Jiang Ming almost groaned comfortably, the chill of the rainy night was dispelled in an instant, and his whole body was warm and full of strength.

"Is this the power of Fire Cloud Grass?"

Jiang Ming was extremely surprised, this frail body seemed to be jumping for joy, and had an extremely strong desire for the soup in front of him.

He immediately opened fire to destroy the remaining mushroom soup.

While drinking, there seemed to be a villain dancing in front of my eyes, but it disappeared soon...

The body gradually warmed up, and Jiang Ming's thoughts gradually came alive.

"Fire Cloud Grass, Beast Control Herbal Prescription... These things are by no means something that can be seen casually in an ordinary martial arts world."

"It seems that it is indeed the world of cultivating immortals, but I don't know if there are really immortals in this world?"

"The way of immortality is vague, and it's useless to think too much. At present, only martial arts is the only way to become stronger." Jiang Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in his heart, lay down with his clothes beside the fire, and gradually fell asleep.

The violent storm outside is still there, and there are thunderstorms from time to time, and the fire in the small cave fades and returns to darkness...

...

The next morning, the rain cleared.

The sky was as clear as a mirror, and wisps of sunlight passed through the vines and shone into the cave.

Jiang Ming stood up with his waist bowed, and looked down a little confused.

Now the hardest thing in the world is no longer steel...

"This medicine is too powerful!" Jiang Ming was speechless, only feeling dry and hot all over.

He pushed aside the vines and walked out of the cave, took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain, then stood on a boulder, and began to fight a set of powerful boxing.

There is no separation between medicine and martial arts.

The herb pickers are also considered, they all have their own methods of strengthening the body and nourishing the Qi. Jiang Ming's boxing method has no name, but it is still effective.

After punching over and over again, he could feel the power of the medicine dissipating in his body, and his strength was slowly increasing.

Even his thin body seemed to be a little firmer.

"With such a strong medicinal power, it seems that not only the fire cloud grass, but also those poisonous mushrooms have amazing medicinal effects... It's just that ordinary people are not blessed to enjoy it."

"If this is the case, then this Yunmeng Mountain Ze is a huge treasure for me. It is hard to find treasures like Fire Cloud Grass, but it is not a problem to find some highly poisonous fungi or medicinal herbs."

There are some herbs in my memory, which contain good medicinal effects, but they are extremely poisonous, and ordinary pharmacists can't handle them at all. Even if they can handle them, the cost is higher than the profit, and basically no one picks them.

If Jiang Ming uses these medicinal herbs and poisonous bacteria as resources for martial arts, then his martial arts path will definitely be more effective with half the effort.

After practicing for more than an hour, the hotness subsided.

"Continue to gather medicine!"

After having a goal, Jiang Ming was full of energy. After eating some dry food, he picked up the medicine basket and continued to move forward according to the route he remembered.

After the rain, the mountains and forests are empty and fresh, the grass leaves are covered with raindrops, and insects and birds are singing from time to time, echoing in the woods.

In the deep mountains and old forests, only Jiang Ming walked alone, like an apprentice thirsty for knowledge, constantly tasting every kind of medicinal herb, and familiarized himself with various herb-picking techniques.

Most medicinal herbs are delicate, some rhizomes cannot be damaged, some only need unopened flower buds, and some fruits need to be collected in the morning to prevent the pods from bursting...

Even with the memory of his previous life, Jiang Ming didn't know how many herbs he picked badly before he felt that his level had improved a lot.

...

two days later.

In the early morning, the waning moon was still hanging in the sky.

Jiang Ming walked out of Yunmeng Mountain in the morning mist, water droplets condensed on the bamboo hat, and carrying a bamboo basket full of medicinal herbs, he came to a refugee gathering place at the foot of the mountain.

In fact, Jiang Ming could continue to stay in the mountains, but according to his previous habits, he usually went to the mountains for three or four days, and then came back to rest for a few days.

He's new here and doesn't want to draw too much attention...

Wisps of cooking smoke rose in front of us, and the simple thatched huts were scattered here and there, with people coming and going, full of fireworks.

In the beginning, there were only a few herb pickers living here, but later the poor people who could not survive in Dayunfu City gradually gathered here.

The officials and masters in the city showed great kindness when they came for an outing, and personally mentioned a very meaningful name, Ping'an Town.

As soon as Jiang Ming walked to the entrance of the town, a young official in shabby soap clothes came over from the side of the road, looked at Jiang Ming in a daze, and said lazily, "Check."

Jiang Ming stuffed the two copper coins familiarly, the little official immediately showed a satisfied smile, casually rummaged through the medicine basket a few times, borrowed two pieces of sealwort, and waved Jiang Ming to get out.

At the same time when the official was kind, he did not forget to be prepared for danger in times of peace, and pointed out that there might be bandits in the mountains, so he sent a small official to risk his life here to check whether there were any dangerous people making trouble.

The common people were moved to send some silver coins and special products, which is also a matter of course...

It's just that until now, no one has seen what a bandit looks like.

Life is so funny and difficult. Fortunately, the world is still peaceful. His predecessor was reserved and low-key, and he didn't cause any trouble. Jiang Ming intends to continue to maintain it, and he doesn't have any sense of mission to rise up.

After entering the town, Jiang Ming greeted some of the herb pickers he met, and walked into a small tavern.

It is said to be a tavern, but it is actually a larger thatched hut. The dirty wine streamers are extremely tattered, the environment inside is dark and messy, and the tables and chairs are dilapidated. It is one of the few entertainment places in this town.

There were quite a few people in the tavern, most of them were scribbled men in shabby clothes, some were herbalists, some were hunters and woodcutters, they were drinking and talking nonsense, bragging about their knowledge.

The mountain is very humid, many people will come here to drink a bowl of wine to drive away the cold and dampness before going to the mountain or after returning.

Over time, drinking morning wine has become a unique custom in Pingan Town. Even if there is nothing wrong, many people will come to drink a bowl, talk about it, and numb the bad things in life.

Jiang Ming threw the medicine basket to an empty table, went straight to the counter, and took two copper coins:

"A bowl of tongue-in-cheek, a plate of smoked tofu!"

Running tongue is the cheapest wine here. It costs a copper coin and a bowl. It has only one characteristic, that is, it is strong.

After one bite, the tongue is almost unconscious, and the whole body is steaming, which is the best choice to drive out the cold.

Behind the counter was the owner of the tavern, Old Jiangtou, with gray and thinning hair. He knew Jiang Ming and other herb pickers, and immediately smiled and said, "Look at your rosy face, the harvest is good?"

"What's good, I almost fed the wolf!" Jiang Ming said nonsense, took the dishes and sat down.

First, he took a big sip of wine, and felt a burning sensation from his mouthpiece to his chest and abdomen. Then he picked up a piece of smoked and yellowed old tofu, dipped it in chili sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

The aroma of spirits and tofu intertwined in his mouth, Jiang Ming smacked his mouth and listened to the bragging of the drinkers around him.

"I heard that the Wang family's reward has been increased to fifty taels of silver!"

"So what, Fire Cloud Grass is not Chinese cabbage, where can I find it?"

"If I can find it, I will first take care of Miss Xue'er, the oiran of Qinghe Tower, for three days and three nights!"

"Little Six, you're a bamboo stick stirring a big vat, can you stand it..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and sipped his wine without saying a word.

People came and went in the tavern, and some acquainted herb pickers also came, and Jiang Ming greeted them one by one.

No one mentioned Huang Laogui. After all, it was only a few days, and there were many people who went to the mountains for ten days and half a month.

At three o'clock in the sun, Jiang Ming licked the tofu plate clean, took the last sip of wine, and staggered away with the medicine basket on his shoulder.

"Drink a glass of wine, there is no one in this world..."