As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

  Chapter 101 Beginning to Cultivate Immortals

  Chen's backyard.

Jiang Ming walked all the way, blood dripping from the long knife in his hand, and after killing several red-eyed warriors who wanted revenge... no one dared to stop him, so he arrested a few members of the Chen family for questioning, and forced him to find out who Chen Dongfeng often stayed with. place.

   After searching several other courtyards and main rooms, Jiang Ming finally came to a quiet room.

   "Huh? There seems to be some tricks here..." Jiang Ming's keen perception immediately moved his eyes, triggering the super sense without hesitation.

  The details of the entire quiet room seem to be fully revealed at this moment, and they cannot escape Jiang Ming's gaze.

   "There is a clue behind the Buddha statue... Why do these gentlemen love worshiping Buddha?"

  Jiang Ming frowned, too lazy to find the mechanism slowly...he just kicked the entire back wall, revealing a dark hole slanting underground.

  He stepped into it, walked for a while, and then entered a secret room.

   "As expected of a martial arts master..."

   Seeing the scene in the secret room, Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

  I saw that in the secret room, there were pieces of weapons shining with a cold light, each of which was not a vulgar item, and it was enough to cause countless warriors to snap up it outside.

On the other side, there are several bookshelves with piles of books. Jiang Ming casually flipped through them a few times. They were all about some martial arts methods and skills. There are even more than a dozen first-class martial arts methods here. Not so precious.

  And on a table at the end of the secret room, there were some messy papers, with many things written and drawn indiscriminately, as well as two books that looked extremely old, and some miscellaneous pens and inks.

   "Blood Spirit Art..." Jiang Ming picked up one of the books, and when he saw the name on the cover, he immediately showed satisfaction.

  This exercise should be what Chen Dongfeng stole from Yunmeng Mountain.

   "When Chen Dongfeng performed this so-called blood spiritual skill, his body was filled with the aura of mutated medicinal materials, and it was similar to the aura of that Daxia Tongbao coin... Could it be the so-called aura?"

  Jiang Ming thought about the battle with Chen Dongfeng just now, could this blood spiritual skill allow ordinary warriors to cultivate aura?

   "However, the price of this exercise seems to be quite high. Chen Dongfeng only used it for a while, and was almost sucked into it. This is so...suitable for me!"

  Jiang Ming felt very relieved, and put it into his arms without hesitation.

Then he looked at another ancient book, which was much thicker than the Blood Spirit Art. The inside pages were being opened and spread out in the middle of the table, beside which was a mess of yellow paper. The writing and drawing on it seemed to be trying to decipher the book. ancient books.

  There is still a piece of yellow paper that was only half written on, and the ink-stained brush was thrown on it casually, soaking a large area... The person who wrote it seemed to be busy and left in a hurry.

  Jiang Ming lamented, the person who wrote the letter obviously couldn’t come back, the world is so difficult, he will die at any time...

Eh? People seem to be killed by me...that's all right!

   "No wonder I heard that this Chen Dashan is very low-key on weekdays, he hardly shows himself, even when I opened the door, he didn't rush out immediately. It turns out that he is studying these things underground every day..."

  Jiang Ming suddenly became interested in this book, picked it up and glanced at a few pages, and his face suddenly showed surprise:

   "Could this be... an essay by a cultivator?"

  The content in this unnamed book is scattered and chaotic. It seems to be someone’s personal notes. It contains some daily things, but it also contains words such as spiritual energy, breaking through the third level of Qi training, etc., which make ordinary people confused...

   There are also some scribbled records of the alchemy process, crooked talisman paper patterns, and some crude maps of mountains and rivers, marked with some marks and labels... But Jiang Ming has never heard of or seen these mountains and rivers.

  Like a memo...but obviously not for ordinary people!

   "This is also stolen from Yunmeng Shanze...or is it collected by Chen Dongfeng in the secular world?"

...

  He also put the immortal cultivator's essays into his arms, and arranged all the papers that Chen Dongfeng wrote and drew on the table into a thick pile, put them in a wooden box, wrapped them in a bundle, and carried them on his back.

   "It's a lot of harvest..." Jiang Ming nodded in satisfaction, and walked to the weapon rack... Naturally, he walked to a dark ghost-headed sword.

  The blade is thick and thick, the blade is sharp, and the ghost head decoration on the handle looks a bit hideous...

  Jiang Ming got closer, only to find that the Ghost Head Knife itself was not black, but soaked in an unknown amount of blood, even the handle was soaked into black and red.

  Under the super-sensation... the icy cold air permeates from the ghost knife, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop a bit.

   "I'm afraid this ghost knife has killed many people... Maybe there are some martial arts experts who died under the knife!"

   "A good weapon, just right for my hero Zhang Shan!"

  Jiang Ming took the long knife, then lifted his foot to leave the secret room, and walked out swaggeringly...

  In the courtyard of the Chen Mansion, there was extreme chaos. Countless people had heard some rumors and were frantically pouring in from outside the Chen Mansion, buzzing and discussing...

   "The grain depot has collapsed, and I can see the white rice, piled up like a hill..."

   "How, how, how could Chen Dashan lie to me..."

  More people couldn't believe it, but ran faster than anyone else, rushing towards the grain depot.

  At this time, the Chen family was completely devastated by Jiang Ming. Seeing that the villain who killed the head of the family was still in the mansion, no one dared to show their faces to stop these people...

   "There is really, really food!"

   "My God, there is not so much food in the government's granary..."

   "Why do I look at the handwriting on the grain bag, it seems to say Jiangnan Mansion, could it be the relief food from the government..."

   Soon, exclamations sounded, and shocking news quickly spread throughout Baizhou City...

  Jiang Ming didn't bother to care about these things, so he left the Chen Mansion and headed towards the city gate.

  咻~

  In the distance, there seemed to be a figure jumping on the roof, and it was more than ten feet away... rushing towards Jiang Ming's direction.

   "As expected of the rich Jiangnan Mansion, there is more than one martial arts master in the city..."

  Jiang Ming raised his brows, circulated blood energy, and laughed loudly like thunder:

   "Jiangnan Mansion is really warm and hospitable, I appreciate it... But it's a long way to go, so there's no need to send it away!"

  Boom...

  His blood was circulating, flowing crazily in his veins, kicking his feet suddenly, his body was like a flash of lightning, and he shot hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.

  Boom~

  A sonic boom erupted in the air, and Jiang Ming's figure had disappeared in Baizhou City...

  A moment later, a majestic man jumped more than ten feet, stopped on the city wall, and stared into the distance, but there was no one to be found.

   "This... is it a grandmaster?" Thinking of the speed that that person showed just now, his whole body was icy cold. Even ordinary martial arts grandmasters can't burst out with that terrifying speed.

   "This Chen family is really kicking the iron plate..." He shook his head, decided not to meddle in other people's business, and left quietly.

  …

   "This tendon rupture really hurts!"

  On a mountain road, Jiang Ming's hair was covered with grass leaves, his clothes were torn, and he spat out a stubble in his mouth. It was the first time he used the Broken Meridian with all his strength, and more than half of his meridians were shattered.

   "However, this speed is really terrifying. I didn't stop the car just now, and smashed dozens of big trees directly... This kind of terrifying speed hit a grandmaster. Could it also smash him to pieces?"

  Jiang Ming muttered, he had a deeper understanding of this trick, not only can it be used to escape, but it is also a must for attacking and killing!

   "Next, let's play for a while... Then find a place to study the harvest slowly!"

  For more than ten years, basically only in the novels, I have seen the customs outside the Dayun Mansion... It is time to really experience it.

   "I heard that the city of Dongyuan Mansion is adjacent to the sea. During the turmoil of Xianyuan, there seem to be a few families who have benefited from it. They came from Dongyuan Mansion..."

  Jiang Ming took out a small book, flipped through a few pages, crossed out the name of the Chen family in Jiangnan Prefecture with a fine charcoal pen, and then found the directory of Dongyuan Prefecture, read it carefully for a while, and put it in his arms again.

   "Then go all the way east!"

  …

  Jiang Ming bought a handsome horse, roughly identified the direction, and rode eastward.

   Along the way, he stopped and stopped, and saw a lot of interesting people and stories along the way. Sometimes he would stop for a few days or even a month when he encountered something of interest.

  In Jiangnan Fucheng, the famous No. 1 medical clinic in the south of the Yangtze River, Jiang Minghua became a practitioner of medicine traveling all over the world, sitting and discussing medicine with respected medical masters. In terms of medical experience and knowledge, he was crushed to pieces.

But Jiang Ming's cognition and insights on medicinal herbs, as well as his whimsical ideas in the way of medicine, shocked all the doctors of the way of medicine. The white-haired old men who entered the coffin were extremely excited.

  After several months of mutual exchange and learning...Jiang Mingfang drifted away in the eyes of the crowd!

  Staying overnight in an isolated village in the wasteland, Jiang Ming met a middle-aged villager with a calloused mouth. After being enthusiastically fed a bowl of vegetable soup, he fell asleep.

  A dozen soldiers in tattered armor gathered in the house from the outside, discussing things like adding firewood and boiling water, etc. The more they talked, the more outrageous they became...

  Jiang Ming couldn't listen anymore, he whistled for the horses that had been tamed and enlightened, drew the ghost knife one by one, and chopped them clean...

  The isolated village was completely silent.

Finding the pile of bones behind the house, Jiang Ming dug a big pit, buried all the bones, and set up a wooden sign. He didn't know what to write, so he didn't write anything at all. away...

   Alone, performing martial arts alone in the high mountains, and standing on a dry bamboo, drifting along the surging river, amazed all the fishermen by the river...

In a cottage named Yelangzhai, Jiang Ming and the owner of the village did not know each other, and he worked as the second head of the village for half a year. Following the heroes of the village, they robbed the rich and helped the poor, killed an unknown number of masters, and robbed gold, silver, grain and grass. , quietly throwing it into the windows of poor people in villages and towns at night...

   In my spare time, I also went to the Lingguang Temple run by Yelangzhai to be a lay disciple who helped out for a while... Collect incense from merchants and masters, and listen to their prayers for the safety of this food shipment, and don’t be robbed by bandits.

   "Amitabha, Buddha will bless you!"

  Jiang Ming's eyes were gentle, followed by the benevolent bald host, knocking on the wooden fish and drawing circles on the master's head.

  At night, the bald host took off his cassock, took out two big knives from under the bed, and each of them shared one with Jiang Ming, riding a fast horse with a vicious face, and rushed towards the official road down the mountain.

  Under the moonlight, the bald head is shiny and reflective, as if wearing the sacred halo of Buddha...

  …

   "Finally arrived at Dongyuan Mansion!"

  Jiang Ming breathed the moist air, looking down from the high mountain, a big city was crawling on the ground in front of him.

   Farther away, there is an endless ocean, which makes people feel refreshed...

   Stopping and stopping, after more than two years, Jiang Ming finally arrived here.

   "Achieve the goal, it's time to celebrate, and rest for another month..."

  Jiang Ming patted the horse under him, and headed towards the big city ahead...

   Another year later.

   Outside the city of Dongyuan Prefecture, in a seaside town.

...

  At sunset, he withdrew from the stall, counted the money he earned today, and returned to his hut.

  Sitting on the bed, Jiang Ming took out a thin book from his arms and opened it, which densely recorded many deeds of Dongyuan Mansion that he had observed in the past year.

   "These families in Dongyuan Mansion seem to have been quiet these years..."

  Jiang Ming murmured, those few families who came back from Yunmeng Mountain Ze did not seem to have heard of any family like the Chen family. Suddenly someone became a peak martial arts master, and no martial arts genius emerged...

   "However, this is considered normal. After all, if everyone can grab a big opportunity, it is not normal!"

  Jiang Ming shook his head, intending to put this matter aside for the time being and prepare to delve into the two books he got from the Chen family.

   "Let's practice blood spiritual skills first..."

  In the past few years, Jiang Ming has roughly mastered this exercise a few times, but he has not been in a hurry to practice it. Anyway, life is long, so why rush for a while.

  He once again opened the exercise book from Yunmeng Shanze:

"Blood Spiritual Art, a method of changing fate against the heavens in a place where spiritual energy is exhausted, uses human blood energy as a fire, and burns sacrifices to refine spiritual energy... This method has two shortcomings. One is that the spiritual energy refined can only be used for self-cultivation, and the other is It consumes a lot of blood and energy, and non-martial arts masters can't practice it lightly..."

   "It's also thanks to this shortcoming, otherwise that Chen Dashan would have committed a terrifying crime..." Jiang Ming said to himself.

   But looking at Chen Dongfeng's final appearance, he was almost sucked dry within a few breaths... I'm afraid this exercise is much more terrifying than the description.

  Jiang Ming reckoned that even a master of martial arts would have a short lifespan if he practiced this thing... Unless he was really desperate like Chen Dashan...if he wanted to rely on this method to break through the bottleneck of martial arts, no one would dare to practice this thing.

   "Speaking of it, it is considered a forbidden technique, but it can be regarded as a forbidden technique of the immortal way..." Jiang Ming's eyes flickered, if he practiced this technique himself, could he condense his aura and become a cultivator of immortality.

   "It's a pity that there is no way to cultivate immortals..." Then he paused and sighed.

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