Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 161 Strange Physique

In the green brick courtyard, Lu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Ming who was practicing boxing, and for a moment seemed to forget that he had to go out.

After a while, Jiang Ming finished playing a set of Fist Technique, stood up with his hands back, and asked with a smile: "Old man Lu, how about my set of Fist Technique?"

Only then did Lu Qingfeng come back to his senses, his eyes were filled with amazement, and he said: "Although Brother Yan's Fist Technique is ordinary, but the momentum is more than many young people I have seen, compared to those in the city who are immersed in Martial Dao An old Practitioner who is sixty years old, I am afraid that he will not be left behind."

"Are you a Practitioner?" Lu Qingfeng tentatively asked, he didn't believe that someone who could play such a set of Fist Technique would be an ordinary person.

"Probably!" Jiang Ming nodded with a smile, and then sighed, "But now I'm a bit distressed, and I can't see the way forward."

Jiang Ming was telling the truth, after all, after the Martial Dao Foundation Establishment, he found that the road ahead was almost cut off, and it was difficult to continue on.

If not, he would not have made up his mind to stay in this small Qingshui City...

Lu Qingfeng had a clear look on his face, and nodded with the attitude of someone who has experienced it: "It's normal for young people to be distressed, we must persevere, and Brother Yan will definitely have a great achievement in the future..."

"Hey, I just couldn't persevere back then, so I ended up setting up a stall on the street." Lu Qingfeng stretched his arms and kicked his legs, looking joking.

However, Jiang Ming could see that the old man seemed to be joking, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a trace of loneliness and complexity, but he just didn't want to show it.

"Don't brag, old Lu...you didn't even sense Blood Qi back then!" Lu Xiaoyu walked out of the house, mercilessly debunking Grandpa Own.

"Then why don't you feel it?" Lu Qingfeng blew his beard and stared at being exposed.

"Hmph, this girl is accumulating a lot..." Lu Xiaoyu said without blushing, and before Lu Qingfeng whipped her ass with a wooden spoon, he jumped and ran out of the yard yelling.

But Lu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Ming, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to want to say something, but finally suppressed the impulse, and silently pushed the wooden cart out to set up a stall.

Jiang Ming didn't take it seriously, and after closing his eyes to rest and meditate for a while, he continued to play another set of Fist Technique. The seemingly ordinary Fist Technique was integrated with his perception of Martial Dao, trying to integrate what he had learned for more than two hundred years. Integrate and consolidate the foundation of Martial Dao.

The so-called Foundation Establishment, the most important thing is to build a solid foundation, pay attention to precipitation and accumulation, it is the cornerstone of the future avenue, whether it is Xiandao or Martial Dao, the stronger the Foundation Establishment background, the future will be able to be on this road Go higher and farther...

After a while, Lu Xiaoyu sneaked back, took the iron sword from the room and ran out, Jiang Ming just pretended not to see it, and went about his business.

...

As the days passed, Jiang Ming's life in this small town of mortals gradually settled down, and he also understood why the grandfather and grandson were so busy every day.

In Qingshui City, the only way to get ahead is to become a Practitioner.

The Martial Dao Cultivation Technique here does not seem to be uncommon. It has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. Many people have fragments of the Martial Dao Cultivation Technique. Although most of them are not advanced Cultivation Techniques, they have cultivated to a third-rate Practitioner. That's enough for most people.

But practicing martial arts is not easy, and requires a lot of meat to supplement nutrition, especially in this remote and barren town, it is difficult for the poor to have enough resources to support martial arts training. Only a few forces such as the Black Horse Gang can train Practitioners regardless of the cost. .

And the old man Lu gets up early every day to save some money, and buy Demonic Beasts meat from the black horse gang that can nourish the body, so that his granddaughter can sense Blood Qi smoothly...

However, Lu Xiaoyu didn't want her grandfather to work too hard. Every day after work, she practiced sword and martial arts desperately in the mountains outside the city, trying to induce Blood Qi with this hard way of cultivation.

However, old man Lu was afraid that Lu Xiaoyu's body would be damaged by training like this, so he kept objecting. Lu Xiaoyu couldn't resist, so he could only go outside the city to practice secretly...

And Jiang Ming would give Lu Xiaoyu some pointers on his cultivation after tea and dinner, and by the way, taught her the "Fu Hu Fist" that he had improved.

Back then in the ordinary world, the first serious Martial Dao Cultivation Technique he practiced was Fuhu Fist, but it was only an incomplete method, and excessive practice was extremely harmful to the body. After being improved by Jiang Ming, it would no longer hurt the body. And it has a great auxiliary effect on improving Blood Qi and sensing Blood Qi.

There are still some small flaws... If you practice too much and consume too much energy, you will be extremely hungry, but the damage to your body is almost gone, so this small flaw is nothing.

...

"Yan Dage, the crouching tiger boxing you taught me is really powerful. After practicing, my strength seems to be getting stronger day by day."

On this day, Lu Xiaoyu ran home and said happily.

Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, he was very powerful. After all, I am a dignified Martial Dao Foundation Establishment, and I have improved a novice-level Cultivation Technique.

But...it shouldn't be that strong, after only a few days of practice, it's getting stronger day by day.

"How many times do you practice a day?" Jiang Ming suddenly remembered something and asked.

"When you're busy at work, you don't have much time left, so you can only practice five or six times!" Lu Xiaoyu's face was blank: "When you're not busy, maybe more than ten or twenty times, I haven't counted carefully..."

"Have you ever eaten something great like Demonic Beasts in the middle?"

"Where is there any meat, it would be nice to have a few mouthfuls of dry biscuits!" Lu Xiaoyu said speechlessly.

"This..." Jiang Ming was shocked.

In his estimate, this new version of Fuhu Fist should be exhausted after an ordinary person practices it three or four times...

He looked at Lu Xiaoyu in surprise, what's wrong with you, little girl?

"Did I meet the son of fortune?"

Jiang Ming couldn't understand, he pressed on Lu Xiaoyu's shoulder, and the Spirit Power spun around in her body, but he didn't see anything abnormal, but this girl's body was indeed much stronger than before practicing Fuhu Fist.

"The aptitude for cultivating immortals is really mediocre. Does this little girl have any heaven-defying Martial Dao aptitude? However, I don't have any magic tricks to check Martial Dao aptitude..."

Jiang Ming was extremely curious about Lu Xiaoyu's situation, but there was nothing he could do now.

But with Lu Xiaoyu's situation, there is definitely something wrong with her physique...

"With such a strange physique, if you keep going on the Martial Dao, maybe you can really practice it to an unimaginable level in the future..."

"This... this is barely reasonable!" Jiang Ming pretended to be calm, and patted her on the shoulder: "But there is still a long way to go, keep practicing hard, maybe one day, you will be able to sense Blood Qi... "

"Okay!" Lu Xiaoyu was full of fighting spirit, he held up the iron sword and danced twice in the courtyard, and then quickly threw it into the corner of the house.

...

After more than two months, Lu Xiaoyu suddenly sensed Blood Qi.

"you……"

Hearing Lu Xiaoyu's confession, Lu Qingfeng's mind didn't turn the corner for a while.

I didn't practice my own Martial Dao Cultivation Technique... Instead, I practiced someone else's Cultivation Technique, feeling Blood Qi?

It's short... make it up tomorrow

(end of this chapter)