As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

In the early morning, the sky was still dark, and under the dark blue sky, there was mist everywhere, filled with the chill of autumn.

In the clear mist, a big man with an ordinary face wrapped his body in clothes, walked from the end of the street, and got into a street stall covered with tarpaulins.

At one end of the stall, there is a big pot, the thick white soup in the pot is bubbling, with a layer of fat floating, and the fresh fragrance wafts into the nose, making people swallow saliva.

"A large bowl of mutton soup, two taels of meat, three pancakes... more spicy peppers!"

The big man rubbed his hands, sat casually in front of a low table, and shouted impatiently.

"Okay, do you want blood..."

The stall, which is over half a century old, is thin and thin, but its movements are very nimble. It pinches mutton, chopped green onion, and coriander, puts them in the bottom of the bowl, scoops out two pieces of mutton oil and chili peppers, and throws in a few sheep after seeing the big man nodding. The blood was poured over a bowl full of mutton soup with a large spoon and brought up.

"You are really an expert, just in time for the first pot of soup..." The stall owner brought freshly baked hot cakes and said with a warm smile.

"Drink soup at Maoshi, drink water at Chenshi... I understand!"

The big man grinned, and without using a spoon, he lay down on the side of the bowl and took a big mouthful of soup, then broke a few pieces of hot cakes and threw them into the soup. After the soup was absorbed enough, he put it into his mouth with chopsticks. It tasted spicy and mellow. Filling between the lips and teeth, I just feel that the whole body has been soaked in the thick soup...

"The mutton soup in Luocheng is really good... Compared with the light mushroom soup, it has a different flavor!"

The big man was naturally Jiang Ming's disguise. Half a month had passed since the catastrophe of the Wang family. Jiang Ming took Miss Wang all the way to the north, and finally settled in the northernmost city under the jurisdiction of Dayun Mansion.

In the past few days, Miss Wang has silently written the Wang family's master-level martial arts method for him. Jiang Ming tries to practice it every day to test whether it is correct or not.

He is not afraid of what kind of tricks Miss Wang is playing, even if it is a technique that can kill people, it is nothing to him...

"There is nothing wrong with the formula, it is time to leave!"

Jiang Ming didn't have the kindness to send the Buddha to the west, and it was the utmost benevolence to bring people here.

He drank the entire bowl of mutton soup in one gulp, asked the stall owner for a free refill of white soup, drank the bottom of the bowl upside down, and took a few copper coins before wandering away satisfied.

The sky gradually brightened, the clear fog dissipated, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased. Jiang Ming wandered into an alley and into a small courtyard with only two dilapidated houses.

In the courtyard, a woman in rough clothes, with a sallow complexion and disheveled hair, looked like an ordinary woman, clumsily chopping wood and lighting a fire.

Jiang Ming smiled. This Miss Wang can put down her figure and pretend to be a poor woman. When he practiced martial arts every day, she practiced various life skills of ordinary people in this courtyard...

Jiang Ming didn't care about mother-in-law and mother-in-law, and said directly: "There is nothing wrong with the formula, I will leave tomorrow... What kind of life you can live depends on your own destiny."

Miss Wang froze, then nodded slightly, and continued to practice chopping firewood.

Jiang Ming doesn't take it seriously, you are for survival, I am for the exercises, everyone is not a white lotus, so don't play around, there is true love in the world...

He strode back into the house to sort out the things Miss Wang had written.

In the thick stack of books, not only the formulas are recorded, but also the prescriptions, martial arts and other things, and even the information about the terrain, mountains and rivers of Dayun Mansion, gold and iron ore deposits, and rare medicinal herbs. As well as some historical materials about Dayun Mansion, they can all be regarded as the foundation of a family of first-class warriors.

"This Miss Wang has a good heart, relying on these things, maybe she can really make a comeback..."

The world is chaotic, and it is difficult for women to survive, but sometimes the double identity of a woman can also exert great energy.

If the person sitting in the room at this time is a first-rate martial artist who is obsessed with worldly power, he might also be played by Miss Wang...

"It's a pity, I only want to be immortal, and I have no other thoughts." Jiang Ming shook his head.

...

At night, the weather is gloomy and the clouds are getting heavier, and it seems that heavy rain is coming.

Jiang Ming was bored, sitting in front of the case and continued to study the Wang family's master-level formula, Sihedian.

"According to the description in these four collections, the so-called Martial Dao Master is a step further on the basis of first-class warriors tempering the blood and bone marrow, making the blood and flesh resonate, reaching the state of blood and thunder, and the muscles and bones shaking together!"

"Only in this way can the blood energy be condensed and transformed, like an arm command, and the blood energy can be released three feet like a sword, cutting gold and cracking stones, making it invincible!"

This four-in-one code uses a fierce and domineering internal breathing method, which combines the four external combat skills of knife, gun, boxing, and sword. The flesh and blood make them resonate and unify, and step into the realm of masters.

"It's just that I didn't expect that the end of this martial arts method would be the master..." Jiang Ming turned to the last few pages, looking at the description of the martial arts realm, feeling a little helpless.

According to the above records, the master has the law, but the master has no way... It means that the martial arts master can still practice according to the methods of the predecessors, but the master does not have the method of cultivation, and it is all up to the individual to comprehend.

Because the master is not a kind of cultivation, but a state, no matter how vigorous the blood is, if the artistic conception of martial arts cannot make further progress, then it will never be able to break through to the state of the master.

The so-called masters are those who founded sects and established sects, who created the law and preached the Tao. No one can open the way for them, they can only go by themselves.

Every master has his own breakthrough path. Some people travel all over the world and compete with warriors all over the world to make a breakthrough.

"No wonder there are so few grandmasters in the world, and there are very few grandmaster families with a long history..."

"It's still far away, let's break through to the master level first." Jiang Ming shook his head.

The sound of the wind outside the window gradually became louder, and there were bursts of whistling sounds, and a dazzling electric light suddenly pierced the sky...

boom~

Thunder exploded, and a heavy rain was imminent.

tuk tuk ~

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the house, Jiang Ming frowned, pressed the book to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, got up and opened the door.

Miss Wang's hair was wet, her cheeks were clean and fair, she was only wrapped in a layer of single clothes and stood at the door, when the cold wind blew, Jiang Ming's eyes shone white...

"The tiles of the house, the house fell..." Miss Wang's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Jiang Ming dragged her into the room and closed the door with a bang...

boom……

Accompanied by a burst of thunder, heavy rain poured down.

The violent wind and rain fell from the sky, crazily impacting the earth, and the land that had been dry for a long time ushered in a long-lost moisture. There were some wilted weeds growing in the shallow ditch in the yard, which was gradually filled by the rain and became muddy... …