As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills Chapter 19: The true meaning of crouching tiger

The cold wind howled, rushing down from the towering and steep mountain tops, passing through the surrounding white valleys, crossing the jagged glaciers and snow hills on the snow field, splashing clusters of silver needles and jade chips.

With his upper body bare, Jiang Ming stood on the glacier, practicing Fuhu Fist over and over again.

His chest and abdomen rose and fell, he swallowed and breathed regularly, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura, every move was like a real tiger, breathtaking.

If it is said that external training is about form, internal training is about mind... Only when form and mind are combined can the greatest power of Fuhu Fist be brought into play.

As he breathed, Jiang Ming's skin gradually turned red, exuding traces of white air... But it still subsided in the end, and the blood energy in his body was still unable to be completely controlled.

"The breathing method has been mastered almost, but it is still almost meaningless when it comes to melting blood."

Talking to himself, Jiang Ming slowly stopped his movements and returned to the wooden house.

The house is filled with the fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine, and a pot of medicinal materials is being stewed on the fire, red blood vine, golden insect ginseng, toadstool mushroom... Of course, the most important thing is the fire cloud grass.

After coming to this world for a long time, Jiang Ming realized the rarity of Fire Cloud Grass. Even for those high-ranking warriors, it is a rare treasure that cannot be found, and it is of great use to the progress of martial arts...

After the medicinal soup was stewed and cooled a little, Jiang Ming drank it all directly, and ate all the medicinal materials without wasting a single plant.

Hoo~

After the medicinal soup entered his stomach, Jiang Ming immediately felt strands of fiery power spreading along his limbs and bones. At this moment, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

The blood in the body seems to be more active at this time...

Jiang Ming threw down the medicine jar, immediately rushed outside the house, stood in the ice and snow, and continued to practice the Undulating Tiger Fist.

As the boxing was performed over and over again, Jiang Ming could feel the blood in his body agitating, as if it had formed a rushing hot current, rushing wantonly in his body.

He subconsciously operated the breathing method, trying to guide and control this rushing heat... but it was still unsuccessful.

Jiang Ming's eyes were a little red from the impact of blood, and when he was upset, a sense of enlightenment suddenly rose in his mind:

"To subdue a tiger, if you want to subdue a fierce tiger, you must be fiercer than a tiger, more ruthless than a tiger..."

It turns out that this is the true meaning of Fuhu Fist!

He possesses the power of immortality, no matter what situation he encounters, he always thinks there is still room, so he has never really been ruthless...

Even when killing those traders, it was more rational considerations.

While practicing martial arts, although Jiang Ming persevered and never slacked off, he never had the belief that he would go forward bravely. He took a rest when he was tired from training. He only thought that his life was infinite, and he would succeed one day...

But the meaning of subduing the tiger should not be like this, but a kind of fearless edge that the brave wins when meeting in the canyon.

It's not that you can fight if you want to, but you must fight!

"Since that's the case, if I don't take you down today... I won't give up!"

A ferocious spirit rose in Jiang Ming's heart, and he tried his best to practice Fuhu Fist. Gradually...his breathing seemed to be in sync with the rhythm of the blood in his body, and gradually became indistinguishable from each other.

Boom!

Jiang Ming made his last punch and stopped suddenly.

At this time, he was naturally practicing the internal breathing method, the breath was thick and long, and his whole body seemed to contain an inexplicable power.

Under his skin, the red light flashed away, and the blood energy in his whole body moved with his breath, and his form was scattered. He was completely smelted by Jiang Ming, and evolved a brand new power-blood energy.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath, gathered the power of blood, and punched the ice river.

Bang~

The ice cubes splashed in all directions, and a hole the size of a human head appeared on the ice surface, exposing the river water flowing under the ice.

Jiang Ming shook his slightly numb arm, but he was unscathed.

"Several months of hard work... finally become a warrior!"

"From today onwards, I will truly embark on the road of martial arts."

Jiang Ming's heart was surging, and he became more and more convinced that there must be a way to cultivate immortality in this world.

Because it was just martial arts that shocked Jiang Ming so much that he smashed the thick ice surface with one punch without any damage... This is not the power that ordinary people can have at all.

Immediately he took a deep breath: "However, this blood energy is consumed too much, and this punch has dried up more than half of my blood energy... I still have to continue to practice, and control the blood energy to run through the whole body as soon as possible before I can step into the Third-rate state, so as to control more blood."

As for the second-rate fighters, they need to temper their skin membrane with blood strength, and the top fighters are almost invulnerable, and they are first-rate strongmen.

But stepping into a second-rate martial artist, normally speaking, you don't have ten or twenty years of hard work, so don't even think about it...

"Although I don't lack time, this Ping'an Town...is indeed time to leave."

After the excitement of breaking through warriors subsided, Jiang Ming also began to think about the way forward.

The many medicinal materials in this Yunmeng Mountain Ze are treasures, but he does not have the prescription of the secret medicine for practicing martial arts, and he almost wastes most of the efficacy of the medicine every time he cooks it in a big pot.

It doesn't matter if you were not a martial artist before, but if you want to continue practicing martial arts in the future, this method may not work. Maybe drinking ten cans will have no effect...

Jiang Ming wants to learn more profound martial arts, real combat methods~IndoMTL.com~, or want to use secret medicines for martial arts training to assist his cultivation... These are things that Ping An Town cannot provide.

Only in the city of Dayunfu can he have what he needs.

"Besides, I can't always be a herbal picker..."

Gou Dao does not act in a low-key way, but chooses the most appropriate way of doing things according to one's own strength and time opportunity, so as to survive smoothly in this world.

When Jiang Mingwei was young, it was no problem to be an ordinary herb collector, secretly saving money and practicing martial arts.

But now that he has become a martial artist, he needs to earn more money to maintain his martial arts training expenses, and he needs to spend more effort to find a higher level of practice. out of place.

"After this winter, go to Fucheng..."

Jiang Ming recalled what he saw and heard when he went to Fucheng last time, and gradually made a decision...

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In the cold winter months, Ping'an Town is quite lively.

Many people in the town usually work in the Fucheng. Now that the New Year is approaching, they all return to the town to kill pigs and chickens and prepare New Year's goods.

Although they live in poverty, but they have no money to go home for the New Year. For these poor people, this may be the biggest hope all year round...

Jiang Ming stepped on the snow and returned from the depths of the forest.

He likes to be quiet, but he is not a hermit. During the Chinese New Year, there must always be some fireworks.

In addition, that Ah Fei is going to get married in the twelfth lunar month, and he also brought a piece of fish with him, and he will always eat it back...

Greetings to people he knew or didn't know along the way, Jiang Ming returned home with a medicine basket on his back.

"I haven't been home for a few months, I'm afraid it's already a mess... Eh?"

Jiang Ming looked at the door, a little stunned.