As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills Chapter 1: Immortal

Yan Country, Dayun Mansion, Yunmeng Mountain Ze.

At noon in the blazing summer, the heat wave swept across the mountains and forests, blowing the grass and trees and making rustling sounds.

Jiang Ming opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel excruciating pain all over his body.

He turned his head with difficulty, and found himself lying in a piece of rubble, wearing coarse clothes and covered in blood.

"What happened?"

I was blowing on the air conditioner and singing, and I was looking at the young lady who was very tolerant, why did I become like this in a blink of an eye?

Suddenly, fragments of memories flooded into my mind.

A young man named Jiang Ming, just turned sixteen, his parents died early, his body was weak, and he made a living by collecting herbs in the mountains...

On a cliff today, this Jiang Ming found a rare medicinal herb and wanted to pick it at a risk. He never thought that he would slip and fall directly from a cliff more than ten meters high, breaking his bones and tendons, and dying.

"Fuck!"

As the noble starting point Yuesheng, Jiang Ming immediately understood the situation.

Stop pretending, showdown, I have crossed...

Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He glanced at the palm of his left hand, and he was indeed holding a scarlet strange grass.

Looking back at the memories of his previous life, he found out that this is a strange world where great power belongs to the individual, and everything is low-grade, only martial arts are high. The Yan country he lives in was created by an invincible martial arts master.

It is even said that there is a fairy in the world who flies into the sky and enters the earth!

Suspected to have traveled to the world of cultivating immortals...

But what does this have to do with him.

At this time, Jiang Ming was just an unlucky **** who was seriously injured and could be crushed at any time.

"Is there no system to save me?"

"Simulator?"

"Dark blue plus a little..."

No response.

Jiang Ming was a little flustered, what if he was seriously injured at the beginning?

Suddenly.

He seemed to see inside himself.

In my mind, a speck of light floated up and down, as if it existed forever.

At this moment, the light spot exploded like a supernova, suddenly bursting with endless light.

The light carried infinite power, penetrating into every inch of muscle and every drop of blood in his body.

All of Jiang Ming's wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the broken bones were connected, recovering in an instant.

When Jiang Ming came back to his senses, the spot of light had subsided, like a star that would never fall, lying in Jiang Ming's mind.

At the same time, a ray of information was introduced into Jiang Ming's consciousness.

The source of immortal light can keep the host immortal and immortal.

"This is my golden finger?"

Jiang Ming murmured, through this ray of information, he has already learned that this immortal light has been integrated with his consciousness.

Even if the body is destroyed and the soul is broken, it can be regenerated and immortal.

He tried to stand up, but there was no discomfort in his body. It seemed that his life was temporarily saved.

But Jiang Ming didn't get carried away with complacency: "I've seen too many things like immortality in movies, all kinds of unlucky immortals who are bound, caged, sliced, and blood drawn, and those who are regarded as sustainable. Sex ration..."

He shivered involuntarily. This golden finger is no different from Tang Monk's meat, so it must not be too high-profile.

The pig's foot route of fighting bravely and becoming famous all over the world must never be followed.

Of course, other than that, this golden finger is quite good.

Longevity is not an invincible road, but it means infinite possibilities.

Whether it is past life or present life, scientific and technological civilization or cultivating civilization, lifespan limitation is an eternal problem that affects personal development and even the progress of civilization.

Due to the limited lifespan of the scientists in the previous life, it would take decades just to learn the knowledge of the predecessors. Sorry to leave.

The same is true for cultivating immortals. If you let your arrogance surpass the world, you will end up with a piece of loess in the end.

Who can see longevity, and who can become a fairy?

A limited lifespan is like a black barrier that cannot be seen, sealing everyone in a small well, desperately trying to jump out, but still unable to do so.

But today's Jiang Ming is like a frog jumping out of a deep well. Although he is very weak, he has infinite possibilities. Will stand at the highest point in the world, sit and watch the endless scenery.

"The premise of all this is not to be discovered by the boss and kidnap the slice..." Jiang Ming said to himself.

"You must live on, and you will have everything you need until the end. What kind of martial arts masters and immortals, can't I dig graves and find treasures after you die..."

Just as Jiang Ming was letting himself go and thinking wildly, there were suddenly rustling footsteps not far away.

A middle-aged man with a medicine basket on his back and clothes full of patches appeared in front of him.

"Amin?"

The visitor was a little surprised.

Jiang Ming looked up, and saw that this man had a yellow and thin face, sunken eye sockets, and a look of depleted energy and blood. He was staring at him with wandering eyes, and the hatchet in his hand was a bit dazzling.

Jiang Ming recognized him. He was also a herb picker at the foot of the mountain. He was only known as Huang Laogui, but he didn't have much contact with him on weekdays.

Every herb collector has his own route, and the places where some rare herbs grow are even more untold secrets. Meeting other herb collectors in the mountains is not a happy event...

Jiang Ming looked at him without speaking.

"Did you get hurt by collecting herbs? Is it serious?"

Huang Laogui said with concern, his eyes fell on Jiang Ming's hands, and a trace of fire flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Ming's heart sank, sir, I was too excited just now, so I was negligent.

"No, it's not serious, just rest for a while." He replied quickly.

Old Ghost Huang said with a hoarse smile, "It's good that you're fine, Amin, you're so lucky, you actually found a Fire Cloud Grass, which can be sold for thirty taels of silver, enough to eat and wear for several years."

"I'll go into the mountain as well to see if I can try my luck." He waved his hand and continued walking.

Jiang Ming heaved a sigh of relief and seemed to let his guard down.

However, at the moment when the two were about to cross their bodies, Huang Laogui's eyes suddenly revealed a fierce light.

"Little bastard, go to hell!"

Raising the hatchet in his hand, he stabbed at Jiang Ming's chest~IndoMTL.com~Fuck you! "Jiang Ming's eyelids twitched.

He had expected that this guy had bad intentions, but he didn't expect that the other party wanted to kill him directly.

The local gangs are so rude!

Without thinking, Jiang Ming pulled out the medicine shovel from his waist, and slashed fiercely towards Huang Laogui's neck.

The medicine shovel has been honed by mountains and rocks all year round, and it is sharper than ordinary blades. Whenever it scratches the flesh, blood will splatter three feet.

However, there was disdain in Huang Laogui's eyes, the boy was still too tender, and his reaction was slow.

Pooh~

The hatchet pierced Jiang Ming's heart and pierced out from the back, bringing up a bunch of blood.

"Hahaha, with this Fire Cloud Grass, I will..." Huang Laogui laughed with joy, and stretched out his hand to take the Fire Cloud Grass.

In his opinion, Jiang Ming, who had been stabbed through the heart, no longer had any strength to resist.

However, the moment he let down his guard.

A cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Fast and hard!

Chi~

The shovel slashed across the flesh like a knife cutting through paper. On Huang Laogui's neck, a line of blood quietly emerged, and then the blood gushed out like waves.

"You, what, cough..." He stared at Jiang Ming in disbelief, but his throat was blocked by blood, and he couldn't say anything.

In front of his eyes, Jiang Ming was stabbed with a hatchet, bleeding profusely, grinning in pain, but still standing firmly.

"Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so why bother to fight for the day and night?"

Jiang Ming looked at Old Man Huang, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Under Huang Laogui's horrified gaze, Jiang Ming took a breath, slowly pulled out the hatchet from his chest, pointed it at his neck, and chopped it down again.

Poof~

The blood was gurgling, and Huang Laogui died completely.