Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 19

The cold wind howled, rushing down from the towering and steep mountain tops, passing through the surrounding white valleys, crossing the criss-crossed glaciers and snow hills on the snowfield, splashing clusters of silver needles and jade chips.

With his upper body bare, Jiang Ming stood on the glacier, practicing Fuhu Fist over and over again.

His chest and abdomen rise and fall, and he swallows breath regularly. His whole body exudes a fierce aura, and every move is like a real tiger, which is breathtaking.

If it is said that the external training is form, the internal training is the mind... Only when the form and mind are combined can the maximum power of Fuhu Fist be brought into play.

As he breathed, Jiang Ming's skin gradually turned red, exuding traces of white air...but it finally faded away, and the Blood Qi in his body still couldn't be completely controlled.

"The breathing method has been mastered almost, but it is still almost meaningless when it comes to smelting blood."

Jiang Ming said to himself, stopped his movements slowly, and returned to the wooden house.

The house is filled with the fragrance of Chinese medicine, and a pot of medicinal materials is being stewed on the fire, red blood vine, golden insect ginseng, toadstool mushroom... Of course, the most important thing is the fire cloud grass.

After coming to this world for a long time, Jiang Ming realized the rarity of Fire Cloud Grass. Even for those high-ranking Practitioners, it is a rare treasure that cannot be found, and it is of great use to Martial Dao's progress...

After the medicinal soup was stewed and cooled a bit, Jiang Ming directly drank all of it, and ate all of the medicinal materials without wasting a single plant.

Huh~

As soon as the medicinal soup entered his stomach, Jiang Ming immediately felt strands of fiery power spreading along his limbs. At this moment, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

The Blood Qi in the body seems to be more active at this time...

Jiang Ming threw down the medicine jar, immediately rushed outside the house, stood in the ice and snow, and continued to practice the Undulating Tiger Fist.

Running the Fist Technique over and over again, Jiang Ming could feel the Blood Qi in his body agitating, as if it had formed a rushing hot current, galloping wantonly in his body.

He subconsciously operated his breathing method, trying to guide and control this rushing heat... but it was still unsuccessful.

Jiang Ming's eyes were a little red from the impact of Blood Qi, and when he was upset, a sense of understanding suddenly rose in his mind:

"Fuhu Fuhu, if you want to subdue a fierce tiger, you must be more fierce than a tiger, more ruthless than a tiger..."

It turns out that this is the true meaning of Fuhu Fist!

He possesses the power of immortality, no matter what situation he encounters, he always thinks there is room for it, so he has never really been ruthless...

Even when killing those traders, it was more rational considerations.

While practicing martial arts, although Jiang Ming persevered and never slacked off, he never had the belief in going forward. He took a rest when he was tired from training. He only thought that his life was infinite, and he would succeed one day...

But the meaning of subduing the tiger should not be like this, but a kind of fearless edge that meets the brave and wins in the canyon.

It's not that you want to fight, but you must fight!

"Since that's the case, if I don't take you down today... Daddy won't stop!"

A ferocity arose in Jiang Ming's heart, and he tried his best to practice Fuhu Fist. Gradually...his breathing seemed to be in sync with the rhythm of the Blood Qi in his body, and gradually became indistinguishable from each other.

boom!

Jiang Ming made his last punch and stopped suddenly.

At this time, he was naturally running the internal breathing method, the breath was thick and long, and his whole body seemed to contain an inexplicable power.

Under his skin, the red light flashed away, and the Blood Qi all over his body moved with his breath, scattered and scattered, completely smelted by Jiang Ming, and evolved a brand new power-blood energy.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath, gathered the power of blood, and smashed his fist on the glacier.

bang~

The ice cubes splashed, and a hole the size of a human head appeared on the ice, exposing the river flowing under the ice.

Jiang Ming shook his slightly numb arm, but he was unscathed.

"Several months of hard work... finally become a Practitioner!"

"From today onwards, I have truly embarked on the road of Martial Dao."

Jiang Ming's heart was surging, and he became more and more convinced that there must be a way to cultivate immortality in this world.

Because just Martial Dao shocked Jiang Ming so much that he smashed through the thick ice with a single punch and remained unscathed... This is simply not a power that mortals can possess.

Immediately he took a big breath: "However, this blood energy is too much consumed, and this punch will dry out more than half of my Blood Qi... I still have to continue to practice, and control the blood energy to run through the whole body as soon as possible, so that I can step into the third class." environment, so as to control more Blood Qi."

As for the second-rate Practitioners, they need to temper their skin with blood, and the top ones are almost invulnerable, and they are first-rate strongmen.

But stepping into a second-rate Practitioner normally doesn't take ten or twenty years, don't even think about it...

"Although I don't lack time, this Ping'an Town...is indeed time to leave."

After the excitement of the breakthrough practitioner subsided, Jiang Ming also began to think about the future.

The many medicinal materials in this Yunmeng Mountain Ze are treasures, but he does not have the prescription of the secret medicine for martial arts, and every time he cooks it in a big pot, he almost wastes most of the efficacy of the medicine.

It didn’t matter if you weren’t a Practitioner before, but if you want to continue practicing martial arts in the future, I’m afraid this method won’t work, maybe even drinking ten cans won’t have any effect...

Jiang Ming wants to learn more advanced Martial Dao, the real fighting method, or wants to use the secret medicine of martial arts to assist his cultivation... These are things that Pingan Town can't give.

Only in the city of Dayunfu can he have what he needs.

"Also, I can't always be a herbal picker..."

Gou Dao is not to act in a low-key way, but to choose the most appropriate way of doing things according to one's own strength and time opportunity, so as to survive smoothly in this world.

When Jiang Ming was young, he was an ordinary herb collector, secretly saving money and practicing martial arts, naturally there was no problem.

But now that he has become a Practitioner, he needs to earn more money to maintain his martial arts training expenses, and he needs to spend more effort to find a higher realm of practice. If he pretends to be a herb picker... it will only become more and more out of place.

"After this winter, go to Fucheng..."

Jiang Ming recalled what he saw and heard when he went to Fucheng last time, and gradually made a decision...

...

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Ping'an Town was quite lively.

Many people in the town usually work in the Fucheng. Now that the New Year is approaching, they all return to the town to kill pigs and chickens and prepare New Year's goods.

Although Life is poor, if they have money or not, they can go home for the New Year. For these poor people, this may be their biggest hope all year round...

Jiang Ming stepped on the snow and returned from the depths of the forest.

He likes to be quiet, but he is not a hermit. During the Chinese New Year, there must always be some fireworks.

In addition, that Ah Fei is going to get married in the twelfth lunar month, and he also brought a piece of money with him, and he will always eat it back...

Along the way, he said hello to people he knew or didn't know, and Jiang Ming returned home with a medicine basket on his back.

"I haven't been home for a few months, I'm afraid it's already a mess... Eh?"

Jiang Ming looked towards the door, a little stunned.

(end of this chapter)