As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

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Jiang Ming pushed the door open and entered, standing in the yard, the shallow pit under his feet was very familiar, it was left by practicing Fuhu Fist back then.

On the treetops, there were bursts of cicadas singing... At this time last year, Jiang Ming brought cicada monkeys, wine and meat, and came here to learn martial arts from old Zhou Tou, but now things are different.

When the people in the room heard the movement, they hurried out. They were taken aback when they saw Jiang Ming, and then their eyes turned red.

"Brother Ming..."

Jiang Ming looked at Zhou Wenxiu, the girl who was once cheerful and immature, only a few months have passed...the eyebrows and eyes are a little more mature, and there are many scars on the exposed arms and wrists, which look like they have been whipped of……

Jiang Ming knew that this girl must have suffered a lot in the city, but this is the only way for people at the bottom to grow up, and no one can take it for her.

Some people are born in the clouds, some people are born in hell, not only have to struggle in hell, but also bear the ridicule and oppression of the people sitting in the clouds...

Thousands of words came to my lips, only one sentence remained:

"Is there too much rice, give me a bowl..."

Zhou Wenxiu gritted her teeth and nodded, hurriedly ran into the house...it took a long time before she came out again, bringing dry noodles and boiled wild vegetables to Jiang Ming with red eyes.

Jiang Ming sat on the low bench, ate and drank as if he had been hungry for several days, and finally burped with great satisfaction.

"You ate all my cakes..." Zhou Wenxiu sat across from Jiang Ming, with her elbows on her knees, and she held her head in her hands and puffed.

Jiang Ming couldn't help laughing, Zhou Wenxiu at this moment had some of the original aura.

"Anyway, I didn't bring any money..." Jiang Ming stood up and said with a smile, "How about I teach you how to practice boxing and pay for your meal...how about it?"

When old Zhou Tou was alive, he never taught this granddaughter how to practice boxing, for fear that she would ruin herself.

But old Zhou Tou didn't understand that the morals of this world are not afraid that you will fail in practice, but that you will be too weak... By the time Old Zhou Tou understood this truth, it was too late.

Zhou Wenxiu was also stunned when she heard the words, and then bent her legs and was about to kneel on the ground.

Jiang Ming picked her up quickly, shook his head and said, "You cook for me, and I'll teach you to practice boxing. No one owes anyone... If you kowtow to me again, should I kowtow back to you? Woolen cloth……"

Zhou Wenxiu blushed immediately.

Jiang Ming coughed lightly, and comforted her: "Don't be shy... From now on, as long as I'm in town, I'll cook three meals a day... Don't miss one meal!"

Zhou Wenxiu was stunned.

"Why are you in a daze, let's start... the first move, the tiger sits on the mountain!" Jiang Ming recalled what the old Zhou Tou taught him, and said slowly: "This is the fundamental technique of Fuhuquan..."

After a while.

The fist wind roared in the small courtyard, just like back then...

...

Going up the mountain to collect herbs, going down the mountain to teach boxing...

Blink of an eye is three months later.

Yellow leaves are all over the sky, and the cold wind is bleak.

In front of the hut in the mountain, a fat tiger stared at the human by the river, with its tail tightly clamped behind it... The aura of that human was getting more and more terrifying. My king was a little scared. Why didn't Lord Rabbit take me away? ...

By the river, Jiang Ming's boxing is full of wind, he does what he wants, he is no longer limited to moves... But it is still quite organized, as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, without any disorder.

"The momentum of the tiger is almost complete, and the blood is about the same, but the 'Tiger Artistic Conception' is still invisible..." Jiang Ming shook his head lightly. The journey of martial arts becomes more and more difficult as we go further.

Since the last time he went down the mountain to buy a few big packs of medicinal materials, he has been drinking three bowls a day. It is indeed effective, allowing him to calm down and focus on boxing. It has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort. Raised to the extreme.

Today's Jiang Ming is considered a third-rate master, plus he is not afraid of cutting or stabbing. If he fights to the death... unless a second-rate warrior like Guan Feng takes action, he will be invincible in Dayun Mansion.

However, from the third-rate to the second-rate, it is more about precipitation and comprehension. It is no longer possible to break through through hard work. I don’t know how many third-rate warriors are stuck here all their lives.

Jiang Ming is already ready to be stuck at this bottleneck in three to five years or even longer...

"Calculating the time, it's time for Headhunter Guan and the others to go into the mountains and join in the fun..." He then said to himself.

In the past few months, although Jiang Ming has not been involved in the affairs of the Liehuzhuang branch, he still sometimes participates in hunting when headhunters lead a team to hunt.

The founder of the Bullhide and Tiger Bone Jue originally created this method by imitating the posture of a bull and a fierce tiger. In the fight with a fierce tiger, it is also very beneficial for understanding the meaning of the fierce tiger...

"Hey, it's a pity that although there is one at home, it can't be used for fighting. It has to be kept as a watchman..." Jiang Ming glanced at the fat tiger under the eaves, shook his head, and left the wooden house with a fine iron dagger , to the depths of the forest.

"Then what do human beings see me..." Fat Tiger, who had not yet opened his mind, was at a loss, and suddenly felt his chrysanthemum tighten.

...

In the depths of Yunmeng Mountain.

Jiang Ming joined Guan Feng and others at a resting point.

"Huh? Huang Xiaoying didn't come today?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows. He remembered that the girl had never missed every hunt since she passed the Tiger Hunting Team's assessment.

Fang Lie shook his head, sighed and said: "She just felt bloody a few days ago, I was happy for her, but I didn't expect that she packed up her bags and left the next day, saying that she was sorry everyone, her only purpose for coming here It is to learn martial arts for free, and now that the goal has been achieved, I will leave..."

Jiang Ming wondered: "Since you are learning martial arts, why don't you continue to learn and be satisfied with just sensing blood?"

Fang Lie shook his head, expressing his ignorance.

Guan Feng was sitting under a big tree, closing his eyes and resting his mind, and suddenly said: "The only requirement of the Cangshan Army's city-breaking team is to sense the blood."

"Cangshan Army?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Jiang Ming was also stunned and couldn't believe it.

The Cangshan Army is the rebel army that broke through the three prefectures in the north. Now the leader is the self-proclaimed King of Cangshan, and the momentum is in full swing, continuously attacking the city...

Among the Cangshan Army, a city-breaking team is the most famous, which is frightening. It once set a record of breaking through the city in three hours.

The City Breaking Team was originally composed of people who practiced martial arts. Later, as their power grew, the standard was raised to the point that they had to sense blood...

It's just that everyone including Jiang Ming couldn't believe that that low-key and honest Huang Xiaoying was going to join the rebels?

"She came to look for me the day she left..." Guan Feng said indifferently: "Her family is in Qinglin Mansion to the north of Dayun Mansion. The whole family offended the official and was killed cleanly. Even the 70-year-old The old woman was not spared... Only she escaped with her life and arrived at Dayun Mansion."

"She has only one obsession in life, and that is to enter the Qinglin Mansion and kill the official who killed her family..."

Everyone was silent.

After a long time, someone sighed: "This damn world..."

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the front:

"Yeah, this damn world!"

Several figures slowly walked out of the jungle and appeared in front of everyone.

"Who are you?" Peng Luteng stood up with a look of wariness.

On the opposite side, a young man who looked to be only about 20 years old walked slowly to the front, and said with a faint smile:

"Wei Yan!"

"What? Are you that... Bairentu?"

On the side of Liehuzhuang, there was a sudden exclamation.