Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 59 Returning

Fucheng, dilapidated courtyard.

Jiang Ming drank a bowl of medicinal soup, stood still in the courtyard, and practiced Fist Technique one by one, his mind gradually became clear and clear, he threw away all distracting thoughts, and immersed himself in the fist...

Huh~

The breeze blew by, and the leaves rustled.

Jiang Ming suddenly felt something, and his body moved sideways, standing under the peach tree in the corner of the yard.

Snapped!

Almost at the same moment, a malnourished green peach fell and was picked up by Jiang Ming.

It was as if Jiang Ming had predicted it before the peaches fell!

"It appeared again, that kind of sharp perception beyond cognition..."

Jiang Ming stared at the peach in his hand, his mood fluctuated.

In the past few days, he practiced boxing every day, trying to find the feeling he had that day... I don't know how many times he tried, and today he finally entered the super sense again, as if he was integrated into the world, and he was in full control of everything around him.

"And... it seems that I have found the reason to trigger the super sense!"

Jiang Ming looked at the base of the wall, where there was a pile of medicinal residues like a hill, which were all the medicinal materials for making Qingshen soup.

After the super sense appeared that day, Jiang Ming began to think about the formulas he had practiced and the various secret medicines he had used, and finally locked on this Qingshen soup.

"At the beginning, I drank Qingshen soup, it just made me calm down, but as I drank more and more, now every time I drink again... I can immerse myself in the wonderful Realm with no distracting thoughts, and the speed of comprehending the fist will increase a lot ..."

The two triggers of the super sense were just after drinking Qingshen soup, which made Jiang Ming even more sure that the secret medicine obtained from Guan Feng definitely had an extraordinary origin.

"Could it be the same as the beast-controlling secret medicine...doesn't belong to this mortal world?"

Jiang Ming whispered in his heart, but no one should be able to answer this question for the time being.

He drank three bowls of Qingshen soup every day for more than a year... before triggering this super sensory state, while other Practitioners can only drink it once a month, and he drank it from birth to death. Too many, I'm afraid no one can trigger the super sense at all.

"It seems that the amount will be increased in the future!"

Jiang Ming's eyes moved slightly, and the two triggers of the super sense were only for a short moment, but it made him feel the power of this ability. At that moment, his comprehension of the tiger's true meaning seemed to span decades, and there was a sense of future. Its a feeling of complete comprehension.

Although this feeling is false, Jiang Ming has also benefited a lot, and he feels that his understanding of the true meaning of the tiger has improved a lot...

If one day... he can maintain this super sense all the time, his strength will undergo an earth-shaking change!

"Let's drink ten bowls every day!"

Jiang Ming made a decision. He copied Guo Huhu's bottom line, and now he has a lot of money, so it's no problem to drink some secret medicine.

Moreover, this Qingshen soup may have something to do with Xiu Immortal World, Jiang Ming naturally cannot let go of this clue...

...

The weather is getting hotter and another month has passed.

Jiang Ming persisted in drinking ten bowls of Qingshen soup every day, and triggered his super sense three more times. His understanding of the tiger's true meaning improved by leaps and bounds, and his control of Blood Qi became more and more subtle, and the skin membrane of his whole body had been tempered.

The sword of an ordinary third-rate practitioner is now difficult to break through Jiang Ming's physical defense.

Second-rate Practitioner, roughly divided into three steps, tempering skin membrane, flesh and blood, tendons... With the help of various secret medicines, Jiang Ming can be regarded as stepping into the second step.

"This kind of speed, even the genius of the Shi family, is probably not as good as me." Jiang Ming said to himself, this super sense is really like a cheat, and it is definitely not something that should exist in the ordinary Martial Dao world.

Otherwise, there might not be more than these second-rate Practitioners in this world...

"However, it should be time to leave..."

...

In the seventh year of Yuanshou, at the end of July!

The king of Cangshan arrived at Dayun Mansion, led his army across the river, and pressed towards the seven southern mansions, leaving only a small number of troops in Dayun Mansion.

"Is it really necessary to change the dynasty?"

"I think the King of Cangshan can do things well. In the past two months, Dayun Mansion has been organized in an orderly manner. I think it is much better than those old men..."

Under a big tung tree outside the courtyard, a group of old men with gray beards were sitting and enjoying the shade, fanning big cattail fans while discussing the current situation.

"Hey, you made a move..." An old man suddenly shouted, "It's too dark!"

Opposite him, an ordinary-looking young man smiled shyly: "Master Chen, you owe three rounds!"

The old man blew his beard and stared at him angrily, disturbed the chess pieces with a huff, and then angrily slapped out three copper coins, then stood up with a dark face.

Another old man sat down quickly and rolled up his sleeves: "Look at me, today I must win back the money from the previous few days..."

"Ah Sheng, you said you are young, why don't you go to make contributions with the Cangshan Army?" The old man Chen who got up suddenly said: "It's too wasteful to play chess and drink tea with us old men all day long. "

"I'm not as brave as your son, I can only do some carpentry work to fool around..." The young man said modestly: "In the future, when your son becomes a prince and general and returns to his hometown, don't forget us These little people!"

The other old men quickly agreed, and old man Chen immediately grinned: "Ah Sheng, you are really good at making tables and chairs, and my old lady even praised you... Don't worry, my son is a Practitioner, and I will never forget you in the future!"

The boy smiled and said nothing more...

...

In the evening, Jiang Ming returned to the yard humming a little tune with the dozen or so copper coins he had earned, leaving behind only a few old men with darkened faces...

"Whether this Cangshan King can succeed depends not only on this moment!"

Under the peach tree, Jiang Ming looked at the boiling teapot in front of him, and said to himself: "Now that the Cangshan Army is fighting smoothly, it's easy to say anything. If the battle is not going well, and the imperial army is beaten back steadily, the Dayun Mansion may be defeated. But it became chaotic... arresting strong men and expanding the army is indispensable, no matter how hard-hearted, burning cities and robbing refugees is not impossible!"

"If the city gate is closed again, I will have no place to run. After all, I am only a Practitioner and not a fairy... It seems that it is time to return to Ping'an Town!"

Now almost all of the Cangshan Army's troops have left, and no one is arresting herb collectors in Ping'an Town, so they won't encounter any troubles when they go back.

Moreover, Ping'an Town is adjacent to Yunmeng Mountain Ze, no matter what happens, just go to the mountain and it will be over. No matter how the army crosses the border, they will never go to the mountain...

Early the next morning, Jiang Ming packed his bags and prepared to leave Fucheng.

At the gate of the city, Jiang Ming looked at the soldiers guarding the city, and one of them, who looked like a general, looked familiar.

"Isn't this Shi Quanquan from the Shi family..." Jiang Ming recalled the ruthless member of the Shi family in Qinghe Tower.

Unexpectedly, he has transformed into a general of the Cangshan Army...

"I don't know how long you can be a general!" Jiang Ming smiled in his heart, and after a few simple cross-examinations by the soldiers, he strode out of the city gate.

He found a side road, slipped all the way into Yunmeng Mountain, and took the own medicine basket in that remote cave, only to show his true face, and strode down the mountain...

Thanks to book friends mc Ender Xiaohei, Hunzi Achuner, Shuhuang don't panic, you said I was skinny for rewarding, the boss is generous, thank you boss! ! !

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