As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Heavy snow is flying, approaching the end of the year.

Jiang Ming had almost drank the good wine that he kept in the wooden house in the mountains... Then he found a wooden stick, picked up the deer, wild boar and other prey, returned from the mountains, walked into Ping'an County, and met the envious crowd With his eyes fixed on him, he walked towards the house.

After these years of development, Ping'an County has gradually become prosperous. People come and go in the county, and it is very lively. There are lights and festoons everywhere, full of festive atmosphere.

Jiang Ming was a little dazed, and recalled the year when Old Scar was killed, every house pasted red paper and every house hung lanterns...

However, the current situation is quite different from that of the past.

Although Yan State was caught in the flames of war, after the Dayun Mansion was captured by the Feiyun Army, under its jurisdiction, life was orderly. The army would buy food, grass and iron, but it would also give enough rewards, which was better than the former Cangshan Army I don't know how much.

In addition, the Feiyun Army has always had a good reputation among the common people. During the chaos of the Cangshan Army, Feiyun Fort was born out of nowhere and saved the lives of an unknown number of people. Many people rejoiced and even took the initiative to send Wotou to Fei Yunjun to express their gratitude.

However, Feiyun Army never prides itself on benevolence and righteousness. When meeting unscrupulous people or rogues, they killed them very simply. Even the newly rising families in the prefecture city were severely beaten. But the obedient ones win over and cooperate with each other, and they manage the Dayun Mansion in an orderly manner.

"There are a lot of talents in this Feiyun army!" Jiang Ming chuckled in his heart, Feiyun army now controls the land of the three prefectures, and the stall is not small... If there are not many talents, it is impossible to achieve such a situation.

"It looks like a real dragon..." Jiang Ming muttered, and then poohed a few times, not wanting Fang Lie and others to be milked to death by him.

"Master Jiang is back!"

"Master Jiang, Happy New Year, the little old man wishes you an early New Year in advance..."

"Happy Chinese New Year... The old man is still in good health!"

Along the way, many people greeted him, shouted "Master Jiang" in awe, Jiang Ming responded just right, and occasionally said a word or two, which could make the faces of those who greeted him blush and feel honored , walking with head held high...

Time flies, things are different, and it has been more than ten years since Jiang Ming crossed this world... Today, the madman Jiang has faded from his youthful frivolity, but he is still a ruthless stubble in the county.

The strength of the "third-rate peak warrior" can be considered unimpeded in Ping'an County. In the past few years, Jiang Ming has dealt with many rascals and beheaded a few people, and his prestige in the county is extremely high.

When he reached a two-story restaurant, Jiang Ming didn't go in, but stopped and probed in. He found the boss behind the counter who was dozing with his head on his head, and then he shouted loudly, "A Fei, remember to bring wine tonight at Thirty!"

Time is ruthless, and there have been several turmoil and wars... In today's taverns, there are fewer and fewer familiar faces. Jiang Ming rarely sits in the tavern anymore, bragging with those drinkers, at most After going down the mountain for the first time, when the tavern was closed at night, I had a drink with Ah Fei in the tavern.

Today's A Fei has faded from his greenness and detachment, and his whole body has calmed down a lot, but after hearing the shouts from outside, he immediately opened his eyes wide, and his eyebrows danced again:

"How can I forget about this when I fly to the boss? Wait, brother Ming, my drinking capacity has increased a lot this year, so I'm sure I'll drink you down!"

"Don't learn some bragging from your father..."

Jiang Ming patted the head of a five or six-year-old child with thick head and thick head at the door, then threw him a bag of fried chestnuts he had just bought on the street, and continued to walk staggeringly.

On a street, a red-faced butcher who was busy selling meat, saw Jiang Ming passing by, and hurriedly raised his head and shouted: "Brother Ming, lean meat, suet, and a set of sewage...all sent home for you!"

Today's Wang Dong has completely let go of his dream of being a martial artist, but after he has practiced martial arts, he can kill pigs with the help of a god, and his business is booming...

Jiang Ming nodded and walked back home slowly.

"Brother Jiang Ming is back...Come and eat the steamed pork made by my mother." In the small courtyard next door, a slim young girl was practicing martial arts in style, and her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Ming.

"Tian An'an, how many times have I told you that you've grown up...to be called Uncle!" Jiang Ming's temples hurt, and Jiang's madman roams Ping'an County, only afraid of this person.

"I don't care, we have different opinions, you call her sister, I call you brother!" Tian An'an put his hands on his hips, and Jiang Ming completely lost his temper with her.

Out of the corner of Jiang Ming's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a figure, rushed out of the next room with a rolling pin in his hand, and then quickly slipped back into his own room...

In the room, Zhou Wenxiu was sweeping the dust, without turning her head, she said, "There's no food, go do it yourself!"

Jiang Ming was speechless. As he got older, this former Axiu girl became more and more tempered...

...

New Year's Eve, night.

The snow is just as big as it was on New Year's Eve when we first came here.

Jiang Ming took Zhou Wenxiu, covered some hot dishes with a wooden box, and walked to the other side of the county on the snow nest, and came to a secluded bluestone courtyard.

A Fei's family, Li Qingqing's mother and daughter were all there, Tian An'an was teasing that tiger-headed little guy, Jiang Ming handed over the food to a group of female relatives, then bent down and slipped through the curtain, and entered the house.

As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Ming felt warm all over his body.

The fire is burning brightly, and it is red, like a warm and bright life is burning...

And at the head of the bed, a thin old man was sitting on the quilt, staring blankly at the vigorous fire. The light of the fire was reflected in his cloudy eyes, as if it could rekindle the hope of his life.

"Master Jiang, have a sip?" Jiang Ming smiled as he brought up a plate of shiny wine gourds.

"Ah?" The old man raised his head in a daze, and when he saw that it was Jiang Ming, he laughed a little dullly: "Okay, I just like to drink your wine, it's more fucking mellow than my own brew!"

"Master Jiang is awesome!" Jiang Ming sat cross-legged across from Lao Jiang's head, and poured a small glass of wine for each of them on the small table between the two.

Over the years, Old Jiangtou has been getting older and unable to walk. Jiang Ming used the old rice wine soaked in mutated medicinal materials to prolong his life. Unfortunately, no matter how good the medicinal materials are, it can only slightly slow down the process of life disappearing. It cannot be reversed.

Lao Jiangtou took a sip of wine tremblingly, and let out a breath of comfort. He seemed to suddenly think of something, and said slowly: "This time I went down the mountain, how about the harvest... How much did the old scar exploit again?" ?”

"It's okay, I made some money!" Jiang Ming smiled, reassuring Old Jiang.

"That's good, that's good..." Old Jiang nodded, muttering in his mouth, his eyes wandered involuntarily to the fire in the center of the room.

Tian An'an led A Fei's son, played and came in to add some firewood, then ran out to play in the snow again.

The flames leapt and became brighter, but they set off the shadow at the corner of the bed deeper and deeper, as if they couldn't merge into the light of the flames no matter what...

Jiang Ming silently accompanied Lao Jiangtou to drink, and heard him talk about some messy things from time to time, some from a few years ago, and some from decades ago...

"Perhaps, the life of all old people is like this... Slowly, dying, slow movements, slow reactions, past events that continue to emerge... Aging is quiet and beautiful, and it may be a happy thing to die without a disease..."

Old Jiangtou has survived many turmoil and wars, and is already much happier than many people...

Jiang Ming is immortal, and has long since lost the fear of death. Now seeing the appearance of Old Jiangtou, he feels a lot of emotion in his heart. Whether he lives forever or not, life is always the most magnificent thing in the world.

Before he knew it, he seemed to feel that his martial arts realm seemed to have improved a little...

"Martial arts is also a kind of life, which needs various experiences to fill it up. Martial arts that are only practiced hard are like a life that is muddled, thin and powerless..."

ding~

Jiang Ming clinked glasses with Lao Jiang and drank the wine in the glasses.

...

In March of Yangchun, willow leaves sprout new buds, creating a scene of vitality and prosperity.

After all, Lao Jiangtou failed to survive the winter and died on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year.

At the foot of the mountain, in front of an earthen grave, Jiang Ming poured two cups of old wine, left the wine gourd in front of the grave, turned around and strode away.

The breeze blows, blows a corner of the clothes, and gradually disappears at the end of the mountain road...

"It's been more than ten years of collecting herbs, and I haven't been out of Dayun Mansion yet, so it's finally time to go out and have a look..."

Longevity itself is boring. Only by enjoying the infinite scenery in life can we add all kinds of splendor to this long and peaceful life...

...

a month later.

After the first break of the continuous rainstorm, we ushered in a sunny day with bright sunshine.

On the extremely muddy official road, a young man was carrying a large wooden box, walking in the wind and dust.

Ahead, the continuous city wall appeared in sight.

When you get closer, you can see the three big characters written in the middle of the tower.

Qinglin Mansion.

Jiang Ming stared at those three words and smiled:

"I didn't expect that in the past few years, Miss Wang has used my information to really develop the so-called 'nameless person' to a great extent..."

Back then, when Jiang Ming left the letter, he did it casually and didn't hold out much hope. After all, information is just information, not a knife to kill... Miss Wang, as an ordinary person, can deal with all major forces. Using intelligence to develop a party's power is really a bit level.

"And push me to be the ultimate boss of the Nameless, Nameless..."

As soon as Jiang Ming said this name, he thought of that unlucky guy who was full of blood playing the erhu, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

However, Jiang Ming didn't object. This was also a kind of deterrence. Without a master behind the scenes, the power of the unknown and the famous would not be able to develop...

In the past seven years, Wuming has made two or three strikes. Every time he strikes, he ruthlessly kills first-class warriors, and even a first-rate peak warrior falls under Wuming's sword... It makes this Wuming grow bigger and bigger. The tentacles have already touched all parts of the country of Yan.

Information is wealth. With the development of power, the unknown people have also gathered astonishing wealth. Countless natural treasures, rare and exotic objects, martial arts and martial arts are all hidden in the secret treasures of the unknown people.

And the list of these treasures is compiled by Miss Wang every year and listed for Jiang Ming to review.

And he came here this time because of a secret technique in the treasure list.

"Broken Meridian, at the cost of breaking the meridian, the speed of the warrior will be increased several times in a short period of time..."

"Couldn't do it... Another forbidden martial art that can be used!" Jiang Ming whispered, and walked into the city.

In the past few years, I have seen a few martial arts forbidden techniques, and Jiang Ming has also practiced some, but most of them are a bit tasteless to him, and this meridian of breaking the pulse is the first time that Jiang Ming is interested...

The first update is 3,200 characters, let’s count it as 3,000... There are two more updates at night, totaling more than 10,000 characters, please be the first order, please be the first order! ! !