Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 96: Seven Years

"My family is willing to work for you and serve you..." Miss Wang huddled into a ball, carefully looked at the big man beside her, and said pitifully.

"If it's an ordinary Practitioner, seeing such a scene, I'm afraid that the blood will rush, so I can't help but agree..."

Jiang Ming chuckled in his heart, his eyes scanned the beautiful scenery in front of him unscrupulously, he laughed twice, but there was no wave in his eyes.

This Miss Wang is extremely intelligent, she does things without hesitation, she sacrifices when it is time to sacrifice, she is just trying to survive a grievance...

If Jiang Ming developed a manly heart because of this, he would be extremely stupid and taken advantage of.

But Jiang Ming didn't dislike it at all: "In this impermanent world, only people like Miss Wang can live longer..."

"I'm all alone, and I don't need any cattle or horses to follow me!" Jiang Ming said flatly.

Miss Wang's eyes darkened, and she felt a little powerless. No matter how smart she is, she is just an ordinary woman. She was just a vase for appearance in the Wang family... Facing a first-class practitioner who can kill her with a flip of her hand, It seems that all the rhetoric is useless.

After a long while, Miss Wang seemed to have thought of something again, and she plucked up her courage again and said, "My lord, you need to collect various medicinal materials and resources to practice Martial Dao. It will be inconvenient for one person. These things... I have a lot of experience..."

The person beside her glanced at her blankly, and Miss Wang suddenly fell silent, not daring to speak any more.

...

The next day, there were three poles in the sun.

Miss Wang woke up with a sore body, and found that the room was silent and empty, and all the books and materials on the table had disappeared.

"Alas..." Her eyes were lost, but she didn't show any resentment at all. They just met by chance and each got what he wanted.

This strange Practitioner can keep her promise, and she is lucky not to kill her...

"Huh?" She suddenly saw that there was still a piece of yellow paper pressed on the table, with some small characters written in flying and flying patterns on it.

She hastily lifted the quilt, ignoring her clothes, ran barefoot to the front of the table, picked up the yellow paper, and looked at it carefully:

"If you are willing to follow the promise made last night, then you will live here quietly, practice martial arts and cultivate your health. After half a year at the latest, you will receive a secret letter and go to Qinglin Prefecture to lie dormant... develop your power and collect rare medicinal materials from all over the world for me... the end of this page , is the art of disguise..."

A sweet smile suddenly appeared on Miss Wang's face, and when she saw the fair face under the surface of the washbasin, she woke up quickly, wiped off her face with charcoal ash, and relaxed after she turned into a scribbled peasant woman again. In one breath, remembering the technique of disguise in his heart, he burned this yellow paper...

...

In the wilderness, a young man with an ordinary face rode a donkey, swaying all the way to the south, and there were swifts rising and falling on the treetops from time to time...

"This Wang family is indeed a century-old family, and its heritage is indeed richer than that of the Shi family!" Jiang Ming held a book that recorded hundreds of medicinal prescriptions, and looked at it calmly.

"Even if I don't intervene, Miss Wang's life should not be too bad, and how high she can go now depends entirely on her ability..."

His eyes were calm, the piece of paper left to Miss Wang was just a casual move.

It was also the last sentence that Miss Wang said that moved Jiang Ming to use her thoughts.

Collecting medicinal materials is of course a cover. He robbed the upgraded medicinal materials of the Liang family, and with the help of seizing Yuanshu, the most indispensable thing is martial arts resources...

The real purpose of Jiang Ming is something related to cultivators in this world.

After the turmoil of Xianyuan, Jiang Ming realized that although this world is lacking, there may be some cultivators who can't survive outside and hide here for the elderly, or some cultivators left behind Cultivation Technique, It is possible for treasures to be passed on to the world...

But I am alone, and some things are ultimately powerless.

"And it's really harder than going to the sky with me alone to explore or try my luck to pick up leaks..."

"It's a good way to develop a force, slowly explore this world, and find opportunities to cultivate immortals..."

Although the ownership of the fairy fate in Yunmeng Mountain was recorded by Jiang Ming in the small book, but the fairy fate is indistinct, Jiang Ming naturally will not pin his hope on a rope, in case the body explodes at that time. What kind of comic books did the dead immortal leave behind, not a single Cultivation Technique, he was completely blind...

As for whether Miss Wang succeeded in rising, or died on the way to rise...

Jiang Ming didn't care about how long his life was, and the rain scene was beautiful, but it was just a pastime, so how could he care about it.

The big deal is to find another person and retrain them... there will always be a successful one.

"But with my help, there is some hope of success..."

When Jiang Ming thought of the animals he had bred in the mountains for three years, he already had a preliminary plan in mind.

Now that the fairy fate is gone, it's enough to keep a few little guys to watch, and the rest... It's time to send them out to do something.

The donkey was walking steadily, and from a distance, he could already see stretches of mountains in front of him, which were shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and the top could not be seen.

Yunmeng Shanze!

"finally came back……"

However, Wangshan ran to death, and it was not until the sunset that Jiang Ming arrived in a small village. He stayed with a family for a night and ate some simple food... The next morning, Fang continued to set off, heading towards Ping'an County go.

"Hey... why didn't this kid ride his donkey away?"

A stooped old farmer walked out of the house, and suddenly said in surprise...

...

Two days later, ordinary swifts flew out of Yunmeng Mountain, pierced the night sky silently, and headed north.

Half a month later, Qinglin Mansion.

The second-rate Practitioner faction, the Soaring Dragon Martial Arts Hall, is in the hidden garden in the deepest part of the inner courtyard.

"Master, I really missed that momentarily, so I killed that person surnamed Pei. Who told him to call me a good friend..." A young man in his twenties said in a panic, "But in a back alley, there is absolutely no People see."

In front of him, a grey-haired old man with thick hands yelled angrily: "Don't say these things are useless, then the Pei family is a first-class Practitioner force, if they find out, not only you will die, but I will also be in bad luck... Think about it carefully Think, is there any flaws!"

"Absolutely nothing, as long as Yu'er keeps her mouth shut, nothing will happen!" The young man shook his head like a rattle.

The old man was silent, but a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The young man hurriedly begged for mercy: "Yu'er and I really love each other, she will never betray me, I beg the master to let her go..."

"You... Well, keep her mouth shut and hide her in a village outside the city to avoid the limelight. If there is anything strange, kill her immediately!" The old man glanced at the doting apprentice, but he couldn't help himself.

"Thank you, master, thank you, master..." The young man was overjoyed and ran out quickly.

The gray-haired old man looked around and left with a sullen face.

Shh~

On a treetop in the garden, a little swift flew up silently, moving unhurriedly around the big tree branches in the street, following the hurried figure of the young man...

Scenes like this happened from time to time in various parts of Qinglin Prefecture, and one piece of shady secret information was continuously transmitted back to Pingan County...

...

three months later.

"The most indispensable thing in this world is dirty things... These things can almost cause some waves."

Jiang Ming glanced at a thin volume in his hand, this thin volume contained so many things that would turn people's faces...

He tore a sheet casually, wrote a few strokes on the back, rolled up the page and hid it in a hollow twig, calling a swift.

"Xiaoyu, you have been to Los Angeles with me, and the first mission is given to you!"

Swift picked up the branch, and shot away like a black lightning...

This is the first swift that Jiang Ming feeds, the most intelligent and swift, even Master Martial Dao can't even think of knocking it down from the sky.

After all, a Practitioner is just a Practitioner and cannot fly yet...

Los Angeles.

Miss Wang skillfully starts a fire, cooks and washes clothes, just like a peasant woman who has lived for many years.

She has been here, waiting quietly for several months, and no one has come to contact her, but she has never been in a hurry, practicing various farming skills.

After finishing her farm work, she turned around and walked into the house, ready to take a break, but suddenly her eyes fixed on a branch on the table.

With a photographic memory, she knows all about the furnishings in the house... This unremarkable branch was never in the house before.

A hint of excitement inevitably flashed in her eyes, she hurried over, picked up the branch, and immediately saw the paper in it.

"You and I are nameless people, we sneak in the shadows..."

The handwriting on the back of the page is exactly the same as the previous letter...

When she saw the positively recorded messages, her complexion changed slightly, and she felt even more in awe of the mysterious Practitioner who saved her life.

"This information cannot be collected by one person alone. What is his background..." Miss Wang was shocked, and then she felt a little bit of joy.

"With this information, it's much easier to get started. Maybe my Wang family really has a day to make a comeback..."

That night, she packed her bags and continued heading north...

...

Ping An County.

"All the turmoil is quiet, and the next step...is to concentrate on cultivation!"

In the room, Jiang Ming was flipping through the Sihedian that he had read for countless times while teasing Swift who had already returned.

Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, Zhou Wenxiu was steaming a steamed bun with sweaty face, Tian Anan was giggling and laughing, riding a big black dog, galloping back and forth in and out of the yard.

A graceful figure took over the breakfast stand, and as soon as he reached the door, he was almost knocked over by a speeding black bean.

Tian An'an put her small hands on her waist and said proudly:

"Hahaha, mother, you are back, Jiang Ming big brother said, that I am a dark knight..."

"This stupid Tian An'an betrayed me again!" Jiang Ming jumped like a wild boar, lay down on the bed and covered himself with a quilt, pretending to be asleep...

next morning.

Jiang Ming stepped on the incomplete moonlight, put all those upgraded Medicinal herbs into the medicine basket, and carried some Steamed bun dried vegetables... walked to the mountains, and returned to his own mountain hut.

Yunmeng Mountain is thousands of miles deep, and the land of fairy fate is far away from here, but it has not affected the small base of own.

"Roar~"

There was an excited roar, and Jiang Ming looked up, and saw Si Ye and Fat Tiger rushing from a distance, like two piles of big and small glutinous rice balls, bouncing down between the mountains and forests, except that one was white. Yes, one is yellow...

"I have to train you guys too!" Jiang Ming remembered the Martial Dao method in the beast control art, which allows animals to cultivate, and immediately narrowed his eyes and showed a warm smile.

Daddy is fighting outside, you guys are eating and drinking in the mountains, it's really good...

...

As time went by, Jiang Ming's life calmed down completely, and he spent most of his time in the mountains practicing martial arts with great concentration, tempering his body with upgraded medicinal materials, and studying the four-in-one scriptures, condensing his own Blood Qi, and hitting the realm of a master.

In my spare time, I practice a wave of idlers such as Fourth Master Fat Tiger, to balance my unbalanced mentality of concentrating on hard work...

Time flies, and autumn leaves fall over and over again.

Two years later, the old emperor passed away, and the Yan Kingdom was in chaos.

Three years later, a mysterious force rose up in the Qinglin Mansion, claiming to be an unknown person, walking among various forces and aristocratic families, mainly engaged in information trafficking, and on behalf of the first-class Practitioner force Pei's family, captured a child who killed the Pei family three years ago After the murderer, the limelight was the same for a while, and gradually showed his minions to the Yan Kingdom's various houses...

...

Jinglong four years.

It has been seven years since the incident of Xianyuan, and almost no one has mentioned this super incident that shocked the world.

In the past few years, more than a dozen rebel armies raised their flags and raised flags, and Yan was completely plunged into war. The Yan Kingdom even gave up the imperial city. land.

Marquis Wu, who once shocked the world, is nowhere to be seen now. Some people rumored that he was injured in the turmoil of Xianyuan and died of his illness.

It is also said that Marquis Wu got the celestial fate, the Martial Dao is a god, the breakthrough Great Master, and he left this world to find a higher Martial Dao...

...

In Yunmeng Mountain.

Standing on a cliff, Jiang Ming played a set of extremely fierce Fist Technique in the cold wind and heavy snow, while Blood Qi was so hot that the snow around his feet showed signs of melting.

With a soft shout, he pointed like a sword and swept towards a huge bluestone.

hum~

The blood was as strong as a rainbow, and it suddenly spread out from his fingertips. It was three feet long and cut on the bluestone, like cutting tofu, leaving a deep sword mark.

"Seven years...even the realm of masters has come to an end."

Jiang Ming withdrew the blood energy and whispered to himself.

A few years ago, he had condensed his blood energy and stepped into the realm of a master. Coupled with the benefit of Seizing Yuan Technique, his skill has improved by leaps and bounds, and now he has reached the peak.

"Martial Dao's comprehension is no longer progressing, and it is difficult to breakthrough through self-cultivation."

Jiang Ming shook his head, packed his things and walked down the mountain.

In the past seven years, apart from various rebels coming and going, nothing special happened. Jiang Ming acted in a low-key manner, but he has lived peacefully for so many years.

"Maybe, those accounts are remembered in the notebook, so it's time to collect them..."

Jiang Ming's eyes are misty, this novice village has been brushed to the end, and he must go out for a stroll.

Now that he has reached the pinnacle of Master Martial Dao, coupled with the blessings of immortal body and burning blood Saber Technique, and a body re-tempered by upgraded medicinal materials, his strength has long been out of the category of Master Martial Dao... Even if Martial Dao Great Master pro Even, he also has the confidence to fight hard.

Jiang Ming suddenly thought of something, and sighed: "Let's pass this year first..."

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