The Second Immortal Road

　　 Han Ming walked out of Hualao's cave, and immediately felt that the bright sunshine outside was a bit dazzling. Only then, in retrospect, he should have been in a coma for a long time.

　　 "Sister Nan'er, how long did this medicinal bath last? I've been in a coma, don't know the time, and you didn't go in with me before, why did you get inside again later."

　　 "Master has been in retreat for ten days since you started, and only today did Old Hua let me come in to take care of your medicated bath" Nan'er walked around Han Ming's back and tidyed his damp messy hair.

　　 Two years have passed, and Nan'er has become more and more beautiful. She is tall, her legs are round and straight, and her face is even more delicate. She doesn't look like a maid at all, but rather like a daughter of some kind.

　　 "It turns out that I have been in a coma for ten days. No wonder my whole body is sore. Sister Nan'er, let's go back quickly. I'm going back to meditate and practice to get rid of the soreness on my body." Han Ming greeted Nan'er and walked away.

　　 After a while, Han Ming sat on the bed in his room. Only then did he have time to carefully recall what happened when his Wumingkoujue broke through the fourth floor.

　　 Just as he broke through, the shadow of the golden lock on his chest felt cold, and then a voice came to his mind.

"Since you can cultivate mana and reach the basic level of mana, then you can use some basic spells. It's not useless to meet you and me, but the path to immortality is dangerous. You have to do it yourself." This voice Deep and indifferent, it was clearly exactly the same as the voice of the person Han Ming met when he was worshipping the ancestors at the ancestral house.

　　 It took a long while before Han Ming opened his eyes. At this time, there was shock and ecstasy in his eyes.

　　 "Light body technique, fire bullet technique, spirit beam technique, qi technique." Han Ming had more memories of these four techniques in his mind.

　　 These four tactics completely surpass Han Ming's understanding of Kung Fu. No Kung Fu can lift off from the ground, generate fire out of thin air, or collect ghosts and beasts. These five tactics are completely immortal family Taoism!

　　 Han Ming calmed down his mood vigorously, but still couldn't conceal his inner excitement. In the end, Han Ming had to circle the bed in an attempt to calm down quickly.

　　 Han Ming turned around and felt dizzy in his head. Before he could react, he fell directly to the ground, but after a while he got up, but at this time his pupils turned completely green.

　　 The unconcealed excitement in Han Ming's eyes also disappeared, and what was left was just indifference, which looked very similar to Hua Lao.

　　 Han Ming's eyes were cold, and his expression became abnormally cold, like a piece of profound ice that had been deposited for ten thousand years.

　　 "Light body technique, after a successful practice, it can rise into the air in a short time, and it makes the body agile like a swallow, coming and going without a trace."

　　 "Fireball, an egg-sized fireball is born out of thin air. It is extremely destructive and can melt gold and stone. It is one of the basic spells."

　　 "Wang Qi technique can see through falsehood."

　　 "Spiritual restraint is used to restrain the spirits of spirit beasts and ghosts, so that they can be used by soldiers."

　　According to the introduction, these four spells are basic introductory spells, and the required mana does not need to be too deep. With Han Ming’s current fourth-level mana of the nameless magic trick, he can barely use it.

　　 Han Ming weighed the pros and cons of these four spells in his heart, and wanted to find the spell that is most useful to him, and practice first, so that his strength can be maximized.

Spirit beaming is the most difficult to practice among the four spells, and it is also the most profound. Han Ming decisively ranks this technique at the back. After all, Han Ming doesn’t know where to find some ghosts, monsters and beasts to conquer, and can he do it? It's still a matter of talking about the ghosts, monsters and spirit beasts. Don't give people a meal in vain.

Let’s forget about fire bombs. The small fireball the size of an egg can have much damage. If it is said that it is a molten metal and broken stone, who said it well, don’t wait for the practice to be blown out by a gust of wind, and the fire Bombing consumes a lot of mana, and Han Ming's current unnamed magic art practice level is at most using the fire bullet mana a few times to bottom out.

　　Wang Qi technique is too mysterious to see through the false claims. The specific effect is not known, and Han Ming temporarily put it aside.

It’s more practical to use the light-weight technique. After all, you can run when you can’t beat it. Life is more important than anything else. Han Ming has been envious of that kind of flying over the wall for a long time. It will never be worse than some light work.

　　 Han Ming didn't think much about it before he began to study the light body technique, and the remaining three spells waited for time to practice, this matter is still in a hurry.

　　 Naner sat boredly on a swing below the bamboo building, swinging back and forth, but her eyes never left a room above the bamboo building.

　　 Nan'er was very depressed, and she didn't know what her young master was cultivating in the room all day. Isn't it tiring to practice all day? As the young master in Zhu Chiyuan, he has been carefree all his life, so why do he have to work so hard all day.

　　 "What does the young master want?" Nan'er pouted a pair of small mouths, her eyes filled with confusion.

　　 Nan'er, the maid, was embarrassed herself, she almost didn't do anything to help Han Ming, she almost went wrong all day long, like now, she can only sit on this swing in a daze.

Thinking of this swing, Nan'er felt happy. It turned out that there could not be a swing in front of the bamboo building, but on a whim, Han Ming built a few with Zhu Yiwen on a whim, and Han Ming also helped Nan'er build it by the way. One, this makes Nan'er always feel sweet.

　　 Since then, Nan'er has been very precious to those swings. When it rains, I will find some clothes to cover, and when the wind is blowing, I will find some boards to block it, for fear of some loss.

　　 Naner lightly touched the bamboo chair made of bamboo strips, and then looked at the bamboo building. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

　　 "Squeak."

　　 The door was opened, Han Ming walked out of the door, his expression calm and natural, his eyes were black and white and clear.

　　 Han Ming glanced down from the top of the bamboo building. Without thinking about it, he jumped down.

　　 Nan'er knew that he was going out when Han Ming opened the door, but she just got up from the swing, and found that Han Ming had jumped off the bamboo building directly, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

Han Ming jumped down from the bamboo building and then fell straight down. Seeing that he was about to fall with his four feet up to the sky, his right leg slammed on the bamboo ladder on the side, and he was like a stick. It shot out horizontally like an arrow from the string.

　　 When Han Ming was about to hit the ground, he rolled on a lazy donkey and easily relieved the force of the rush, then slowly stood up and dusted his body.

　　 "Master, why did you jump down and scared me to death." Nan'er dared to step forward and ask, for fear of where Han Ming would fall.

"Sister Nan'er is okay, don't worry about me. If I can fall at this point, then my kung fu in the past two years has not been practiced in vain. Sister Nan'er, I will go to practice in the bamboo forest. You can play here." Han Ming turned around He walked to the bamboo forest, he looked thoughtful as if he was thinking about something.

　　 "Let's play here, huh, what am I playing here, even if you tell me something, I won't be so bored." Nan'er pouted, and turned to sit on the swing a little unhappy.

Naturally, Han Ming didn’t know what Nan’er was thinking. He was still considering how to use the light-body technique. He just jumped from the bamboo building to try the light-body technique, but this light-body technique didn’t work at all. It wasn't that he had a donkey rolling in the end, and he had to suffer internal injuries from the fall.

　　 After a while, Han Ming arrived at the bamboo forest. In the depths of the bamboo forest, the fallen leaves are very thick, and the thick bamboo bowls grow densely, which is really a good place to practice body posture.

It’s just that there will be some potholes here from time to time. If you accidentally step on it, you will fall into a dog and eat shit. Naturally, Han Ming will inevitably fall dozens or hundreds of times in this practice. Therefore, from time to time, there will be pig-killing in the bamboo forest. Scream.

　　 The diligent practice of the past two years has given Han Ming a strong foundation in martial arts. Although he fell many times, he didn't fall too hard. It could only be regarded as some skin trauma, without any damage to the bones.

　　 Han Ming didn't dare to waste too much time. After all, his aptitude was there. It took him a year or two to make a low-level entry, which was really slow.

In the past, Mr. Hua helped him prepare a medicated bath to relieve Baizhi’s blood poison, which can promote the cultivation of the nameless technique. Now that Baizhi’s blood poison has been resolved, Mr. Hua may not prepare a medicated bath for him anymore. The cultivation is all on his own. In addition, Han Ming felt that the effect of medicated baths on him was becoming less and less, not only because the medicinal materials were not strong enough, but also because his body had developed resistance.

At the current pace of cultivation, without a year or two of gradual accumulation, Han Ming felt that he would never want to enter the fifth level of Qi training, and he also faintly felt that this technique became more difficult to break through. The fifth floor is still considered good.

　　 Han Ming practiced in the bamboo forest until the evening before slowly walking back. At this time, he fell blue and purple, and there was no good place. It seemed that he was beaten badly.

In the sunset, Nan'er is wearing a purple skirt with a small short shirt, and her long black hair is draped in her back. She is watering the flower garden in front of the bamboo building. The colorful flowers in the garden are beautiful It's abnormal, but the person in front of the flower is a little more delicate. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 "Master, how did you make it like this? Who did you fight with?" Nan'er immediately greeted Han Ming when he was embarrassed, and stretched out a pair of bright arms to hold Han Ming, for fear that Han Ming would accidentally fall to the ground.

　　 Han Ming looked at him, no wonder Nan'er thought he was fighting with someone. Now he is all dirty, and he is embarrassed with a swollen nose and blue eyes.

　　 "No, I fell during the exercise. It was fine, the skin was traumatized, just wipe some medicinal wine, nothing serious, don't worry." Han Ming smiled at Nan'er.

　　 "Then I will help the young master rub the medicine bar, and the young master will definitely not be able to wipe it behind his back." Nan'er smiled and immediately compared the blooming flowers next to her.

Han Ming didn’t care either. He really couldn’t reach behind him. Now he doesn’t care about whether men and women are allowed or not. Now he is only thirteen years old and Nan'er is only sixteen or seventeen, not yet the age to talk about it. Besides, Nan'er was always by his side during the medicated bath, saying that he had seen him all over.

　　 Nan'er's hands were very soft and slippery, touching her back softly, which really made Han Ming enjoy it.

Han Ming couldn't help but think of an unwritten rule in Zhu Chiyuan. Most of the young master's personal servant girls will become the young master's bed-warming girls. After all, taking care of the young masters since childhood, they still have some feelings. This is also how Han Ming started. The reason for reluctance to approach Nan'er, since you know the final parting, don't provoke him, but who would have thought of making it like this now.

　　 Han Ming sighed silently in his heart, and secretly figured out how to place Nan'er in the future.

At this moment, a hint of green flashed in Han Ming's half-squinted eyes. The green in these eyes shrank and lasted for five or six breaths before they gradually disappeared, while Han Ming sat quietly crouched. There is no feeling on the bamboo chair.