As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Naturally, Jiang Ming didn't rush forward to meet Huang Xiaoying, he just felt a little strange that in less than a year, a person's changes were as if they were earth-shaking.

If ten years, a hundred years, or ten thousand years pass, will there be any familiar things in this world? Perhaps only oneself will last forever...

Jiang Ming sighed softly and stopped thinking about it. He bought some rice, noodles, meat and vegetables on the street, and picked up a watermelon. He went back to his small courtyard, fetched water from the well to wash the vegetables and noodles, and then threw the watermelon into the Buckets, sunk in the well to freeze...

He planned to stay in the city for a longer period of time. Dayun Mansion has gone through four dynasties for nearly a thousand years. The city was destroyed and rebuilt, but the name has not changed. It is rumored that the name was given by an immortal in ancient times.

Although the true and the false have long been indistinguishable... But it is also interesting to hear the stories of the characters in history or legends told by the scholars, and to watch the babbling performances on the stage.

There is no chance to see these in Ping'an Town...

Of course, the main reason is that Ping'an Town is not very safe these days!

I heard that the Cangshan Army's main supply camp was set up there to receive grain, grass and weapons brought in from the north, and now every day, herbal pickers are taken into the mountain to collect herbs to prepare for the upcoming war.

"Hey... who did our herb pickers provoke?"

Jiang Ming instigated the noodles he rolled, but couldn't help cursing...

Excessive intake of carbohydrates made Jiang Ming sleepy and sleepy in the afternoon, only to wake up in the evening.

He fished the watermelon out of the well, cut it into large pieces and ate it, while opening the Liuyun Jue he had taken back from the Old Snake Gang, and looked at it casually.

"The so-called martial artist should have the heart of martial arts, so that he can go forward bravely on the road of martial arts..."

It wasn't until there was almost no light between heaven and earth, and Jiang Ming's face was almost pasted on the book, that he hurriedly read the last page and closed the book.

He is still far away from the second-rate peak, and he just wants to get to know the first-rate fighters first...

However, Jiang Ming learned a lot from this book. It not only contains the cultivation method of Liuyunjue, but also some martial arts insights of the creator of this method and a description of the subsequent martial arts path.

"It turns out that first-rate warriors are so terrifying!" Jiang Ming's eyes flickered: "According to what this book says, second-rate warriors temper their muscles, while first-rate warriors temper their bone marrow... First-rate warriors use their blood to strengthen and nourish their bone marrow, which can make their bones as hard as iron." , even if the blood energy is exhausted, it can recover quickly."

"Of course, the most important thing is that first-rate fighters can cover their bodies with blood, and their combat power has soared several times. Even a second-rate fighter can't stop a first-rate fighter's casual blow."

Jiang Ming suddenly remembered the blood-burning knife technique, which was also surrounded by blood and wrapped around the blade. It seemed to be similar to the fighting style of first-class warriors.

"But now it's just a blood-qi covering, not a melting blood-power covering... I don't know how much the power of the blood-burning knife technique will increase after breaking through to the first-class level."

Jiang Ming was really looking forward to this. After all, actual combat is the only criterion for testing the truth. After yesterday's battle, he found that this saber technique is really easy to use...

With one stab, the head falls to the ground, and with two stabs, the world is quiet. It is really Wushuang's right-hand man.

"Practice more when you have time!"

The big move that others can only use to save their lives, they dare not use it a few times in a lifetime, but Jiang Ming can be a level A envoy, so naturally he has to study hard and master it well...

And through this booklet, Jiang Ming finally understood that above first-class warriors, there are two realms of martial arts masters and martial arts masters, which are the martial masters that old Zhoutou said before, but old Zhoutou didn't know much about them. It can only be said in general terms.

"It is rumored that the King of Cangshan is a martial arts master..." Jiang Ming muttered, no wonder he dared to rebel, he turned out to be the strongest in martial arts.

"But after this martial arts master, is there really no way out?"

According to this Liuyun Jue, the Martial Dao Grandmaster is the end of the Martial Dao, and no one can surpass it for thousands of years...

"It seems that we have to make plans early and look for the fairy road."

Jiang Ming sighed. The beast-controlling medicine that he got back then was obviously not something that people in the martial arts could create, but where its source is is still illusory...

"If it doesn't work, I'll just travel around the world... I don't believe that I can live for a thousand or eight hundred years without meeting a cultivator..."

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In the evening, Jiang Ming continued to practice the oxhide and tiger bone art in the small courtyard, comprehending the meaning of the fierce tiger...

Although this method of martial arts can only be practiced to the second-rate, its intention is not bad. Going forward, being brave and fearless are all in line with the way of martial arts. Even if you don't practice this method in the future, you can still benefit a lot from it and maintain an indomitable mentality , It is of great benefit to practicing martial arts.

He almost emptied himself, his mind was clear and clear, he breathed and breathed against the moonlight, immersed in the fist...

Suddenly, Jiang Ming felt bored in his mind, opened his eyes for no reason, and looked at a certain wall of the courtyard wall.

Huh~

A figure in black suddenly climbed up from that wall, turned over and landed on the ground without making a sound.

Then...he saw Jiang Ming.

"Fuck..." The man in black's face changed, and he turned his head and wanted to climb the wall to escape.

Jiang Ming snorted coldly, kicked out a stone, hit him directly on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground.

The man in black snorted and turned his head... Jiang Ming was already standing in front of him.

"Hero, spare your life!" The man in black begged for mercy when he knew he had kicked the iron plate.

Jiang Ming said with a blank face: "I ask, you answer!"

"Okay, okay..." The man in black nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"What's your name, why did you come to my house..."

The man in black hurriedly said like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube: "Master Qi, the younger one's name is Liu Chongjiu, he has a little kung fu on his feet, and usually does some stealthy work!"

"Recently, I heard that many yards in the city have changed new owners. I guessed that the old men who bought the yards should have a lot of money, so I wanted to try my luck..."

Jiang Ming looked indifferently, took out a pack of medicine powder and poured it into his mouth: "This is heart-breaking powder, if there is no antidote, it will eat your heart and die within an hour, let's talk again..."

"Master, please forgive me, please forgive me..." The man in black was so frightened that he cried bitterly: "The little one is telling the truth..."

After a long time, Jiang Mingfang stopped asking questions. What this guy should say is true.

"After all, I didn't change my words until I died!"

Jiang Ming glanced at the bloody corpse, packed his bags without hesitation, and left the residence.

Two days later, Jiang Ming, who had changed his appearance, bought a dilapidated courtyard again, and hibernated again.

But what happened that night reminded him often.

When that Liu Chongjiu hadn't climbed over the courtyard wall, Jiang Ming was immersed in his boxing practice and didn't pay attention to the movement there... But he looked at it as if instinctively, which was really hard for him to understand.

That feeling is like the perception of unknown dangers, like a super sense.

"It's definitely not a coincidence..."

Jiang Ming sat in the yard and meditated, trying to figure out the reason for the supersense...