As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

"There is no separation between medicine and martial arts?" Of course Jiang Ming had heard this saying, but he only understood it superficially, and immediately clasped his fists and said, "Master Feng, please make it clear."

"There is no separation between medicine and martial arts. The superficial meaning is naturally easy to understand. The way of medicine and the way of martial arts are interlinked. The way of martial arts strengthens the body and the way of medicine nourishes the body. Different routes lead to the same goal. No one can do without the other!"

Feng Yaoshi stroked his beard and continued: "Speaking more deeply, what martial arts practice is about blood... But you martial arts learners are all rough people, and you all only know how to practice according to the skills, how can you understand?" The real principle of the circulation of blood energy? If you don’t understand blood energy, it will naturally progress slowly and even waste blood energy.”

Jiang Ming was stunned, what Feng Yaoshi said was correct... Although the cowhide and tiger bone is definitely a second-rate martial arts method, the description of blood energy is only hazy, and can only be based on the martial arts practitioner's own exploration and perception.

Even though Jiang Ming is now a third-rate martial artist who can control blood energy to run his whole body, this movement is extremely rough. Every time he condenses blood energy, he will consume a lot of blood energy...

Pharmacist Feng said: "The root of a healer's treatment is to regulate the blood qi, and the blood qi can cure all diseases...The doctor has seen countless patients, and the study of blood qi is much more subtle than those of you warriors!"

"When practicing martial arts, if there is a doctor with excellent medical skills to help guide and regulate the blood, it may be more useful than drinking the secret medicine for practicing martial arts..."

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand something vaguely: "Then you..."

Yaoshi Feng shook his head again and again: "I'm just an old man who can make medicine, but I don't understand these things. I heard him say it when I was playing chess with the old man Sun in Jishitang next door."

"He usually doesn't teach these things to others, but he likes Zuixianlou's roast chicken and old rice wine the most..." Feng Yaoshi blinked.

Jiang Ming was taken aback for a moment, then gratefully said: "Thank you, Master Feng, for your guidance!"

...

The next day, Jiang Ming lined up in Zuixianlou from morning to noon, and finally spent a couple of coins to buy two copies of the signature roast chicken and old rice wine.

"He's so black!"

Thinking of Lao Jiangtou's tavern, where a meal is only a few copper coins, Jiang Ming couldn't help complaining.

But for the sake of his own martial arts, mere money is nothing... Jiang Ming comforted himself like this, he first sent one to Feng Yaoshi, and then quickly walked to Jishitang next door with the other.

In Jishi Hall, there are medicine cabinets all over the wall, and two medicine boys are busy arranging medicinal materials.

The smell of various medicinal herbs came over his face, which made Jiang Ming feel nostalgic...

As soon as Jiang Ming stepped into the front hall, an old voice sounded: "Huh? Who brought the roast chicken from Zuixianlou?"

Behind the counter, a chubby old man with white hair and childlike face jumped up from the reclining chair, moved his nose twice, and stared straight at the things in Jiang Ming's hand.

"Excuse me... but Dr. Sun?" Jiang Ming looked at the fat old man in front of him, slightly cupped his hands and said, "I'm from Liehuzhuang..."

"Are you the Jiang Ming old man Feng said?" Dr. Sun's expression changed, and he immediately lay back angrily: "Damn old Feng, before I agreed, I just stuffed him in..."

It was only then that Jiang Ming knew in his heart that Yaoshi Feng had already greeted Dr. Sun in advance. It seemed that if it wasn't for Yaoshi Feng, ordinary people would not be able to invite Dr. Sun.

"I owe a big favor..." Jiang Ming sighed in his heart, and he could only find a chance to pay it back in the future.

"Gudong~"

The sound of swallowing saliva suddenly sounded, and Dr. Sun sat up again in embarrassment, muttering: "Sooner or later, he must be beaten, and he will only cause trouble for me..."

"Why are you standing there in a daze, come to the backyard... put your things down!" Doctor Sun said angrily, and walked to the backyard first, and sat at a stone table in the yard.

Jiang Ming hurriedly followed, put the things on the table, and stood aside respectfully. Since he came to ask for advice, he naturally had the proper posture.

Knowledge is always noble, humility is never too much...

Old man Sun carelessly unwrapped the oil paper wrapped with roast chicken, poured himself a full bowl of rice wine, ate and drank as if no one else was there, and then pointed at Jiang Ming with his oily fingers:

"Try your cowhide and tiger bone formula again, and I'll take a look..."

"yes!"

Jiang Ming said quickly, and began to practice boxing in the courtyard.

After typing it once, Dr. Sun sneered: "Hmph, so-so!"

"Doctor Sun please advise!" Jiang Ming said earnestly. Although he concealed the martial artist's cultivation, he believed that his boxing techniques were flawless.

Dr. Sun glanced at him, and Fang said indifferently: "No matter what level you are, you can only hit seven points at most when you punch like this."

"Why?"

"If you and I suffer from the same disease, can we prescribe the same dose of medicine?" Dr. Sun asked rhetorically, poking his bones.

"Of course not, you and I are different in age, fat and thin..." Jiang Ming subconsciously said, and then a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, as if he understood something.

Dr. Sun nodded: "The same is true for martial arts. The boxing techniques Guan Feng taught you are based on his body. You can draw a general picture of cats and tigers, but it is not suitable for your own boxing techniques. disease……"

"There is also the method of breathing, which is not an unchangeable truth. Some people can hold a stick of incense in one breath, while others can only hold a few breaths..."

Dr. Sun murmured: "The martial arts are all created by humans, and only the founder is the most suitable... And what I want to teach you is how to make the martial arts you practice more in line with your body. Even if the degree of fit is not as good as that of the founder, it is still much better than your random practice now..."

"The vulgar and reckless Guan Feng can't teach you these things!" Dr. Sun spat out a chicken bone and snorted coldly: "It's not because of my guidance that he was able to enter the second class back then..."

"Doctor Sun is amazing..." Jiang Ming boasted without hesitation.

"Play it again, slow down. I will first pick out the relatively large flaws in your moves based on your body shape, and after the revision is completed, I will teach you how to restore your blood..." Dr. Sun waved his hand.

Jiang Ming immediately stood still and continued to punch, while Dr. Sun stood aside and began to point out...

It wasn't until the evening that Jiang Ming left with a full harvest. He felt that the harvest this afternoon could even catch up with his one-month practice.

"The methods of martial arts are ever-changing, but there is only one foundation, and that is blood energy, and blood energy can be used in all ways..." Jiang Ming said to himself.

...

Time flies by, spring leaves are lush, summer flowers are blooming...

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ming had already been in Liehuzhuang for three months.

In the backyard of Jishitang, Jiang Ming was performing the cowhide and tiger bone formula. His limbs stretched like clouds and flowing water, full of the beauty of strength, as if this boxing technique was tailor-made for him.

"Boy, I really have nothing to teach you..." Old Sun gnawed on the chicken leg, shook his head and said, "After all, I am not a real warrior, and it will be up to you in the future."

Jiang Ming retracted his fists and stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you, Dr. Sun!"

Dr. Sun waved his hand: "No need to thank you, the chicken drumsticks and fine wine these few months are worth tens of taels of silver, even if you have a heart, how can you be like that stingy Guan Feng in the past, who dared to take the fake money from the stall?" Alcohol fools me..."

"Eh? Why didn't I think of it?" Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, seeing Doctor Sun about to fight, he ran away in a hurry.

Back at Liehuzhuang, Jiang Ming also began to think about how to go next.

In the past few months, under Dr. Sun's guidance, Jiang Ming has changed almost every move of the Niuhide Tiger Bone Jue. It is more effective in practicing it. On the surface, he is already comparable to Fang Lie's "senior blood-sensing" martial artist .

Of course, his real strength has also improved by leaps and bounds, and his control over the blood energy is more subtle. In the past, the blood energy smelted from the blood energy in his whole body could only be used up after three or four strokes of strength, but now under fine control, he can hit nine Dao, the strength has almost doubled...

"However, in the future, we can only rely on hard work to improve. It should be difficult to make such a drastic improvement, unless we step into the second-rate realm..."

Jiang Ming shook his head, how difficult it is for second-rate warriors, and there are only a few people in Liehu Village.

If you stay any longer, there will be no opportunity for a breakthrough, and it will just kill time...

Sorry, there is only one chapter today, my brain is too tired, I code it out and delete it, I am not satisfied no matter how I write it, I don’t want to write a bunch of shi to make up for it...