As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills Chapter 14: The storm is gradually rising

The next morning, outside the cave.

Before dawn, Jiang Ming had already practiced Fuhu Fist seven or eight times.

Every time I practice it, I can feel a certain kind of exuberant energy in my body jumping for joy, as if it could burst out at any time.

"If you only practice three times a day... you won't feel this kind of energy at all!"

Jiang Ming murmured to himself: "No wonder Lord Zhou said it would take three to five years... Martial arts training is all about persevering, studying hard and practicing hard, but this Fuhuquan is too domineering and unsustainable. It is indeed too flawed. .”

But maybe it was because of this that Fuhu Fist could be passed down to ordinary people like Lao Zhoutou.

Jiang Ming paused for a moment, picked up the medicinal soup that had been simmering all night, gulped it down, and even ate all the medicinal ingredients...

If this jar of medicinal materials is sold, it will be enough to sell for six or seven taels of silver.

"As long as you can sense blood, everything is worth it."

Feeling the turbulent medicinal power dissipating in his body, as if a stream of heat was flowing between his limbs and bones, Jiang Ming continued to practice boxing with burning eyes.

Ten times!

Twenty times!

Thirty times...

The sun rises and sets, the mountains and forests are completely silent, only one figure is practicing persistently.

Late at night, the waning moon hangs high.

Jiang Ming, who was practicing boxing, suddenly had a flush on his face...

On his skin, the sweat was transpiring, and there was a trace of white mist...

The blood in the veins is rushing, like the wind, passing over the grassland, and like thunder, splitting the infinite darkness!

That ray of energy burst out at this moment!

"Finally... feel the blood!"

"It's neither blood nor qi...but a kind of power that exists in the blood and bones, neither real nor imaginary."

"It's just that this blood is like water and smoke... it exists in my body, but I can't control it at all."

Jiang Ming sensed it carefully, and tried to throw a stone the size of a human head far away, but his strength increased by two or three times.

"The next step is to find Master Zhou to learn the internal breathing method. Only the breathing method can control this blood energy and smelt it into strength."

……

In Ping'an Town, it was much quieter after autumn.

The mountains are cold, especially in autumn and winter, and many elderly and infirm people can be sent away every year.

But people are still willing to stay here, away from Fucheng, life is hard but stable...

In the tavern, there are still those familiar faces, but there are a few more unfamiliar faces in the corner, sitting with a few herbal pickers, their faces are full of enthusiasm, and they don't know what they are talking about.

"Hello, Brother Ming!" Ah Fei greeted with a smile. It seems that the vicissitudes of the past few months have faded a lot, and the immaturity of the boy has faded a lot.

I don't know if I'm worrying about my marriage...

Some other herb collectors also greeted Jiang Ming one by one. Jiang's reputation as a villain has not weakened even today.

Because a few **** felt that Jiang Ming took advantage of Guo Heizi and others not paying attention, and it may not be very useful if he really fights...

So they decided to give it a try.

Then there were a few more lame geese in the town...

Jiang Ming nodded in response, and walked to the counter:

"Master Jiang, you are the same old man!"

"Hey, rare customer!" Old Jiangtou joked while drinking.

Jiang Ming raised his eyelids: "What's the situation?"

Old Jiang looked around and said in a low voice, "During this time, I don't know what happened in Fucheng. Many forces have sent people to Ping'an Town to recruit you herb pickers."

"Especially the Wang family, they even sent Miss Wang here in person, doing good deeds every day, and enthusiastically wooing... Hehe, I even got a bowl of Miss Wang's porridge to drink."

"A few people have already left, working for those forces in Fucheng. I heard that they went to Yunmeng Mountain to explore and collect herbs..."

Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Lao Jiangtou, both of whom could see a trace of uneasiness in the other's eyes.

No matter what happened, it should not be a good thing for Ping An Town.

"I heard that the treatment is not bad, so nothing will happen..." Old Jiang muttered, not sure if he was comforting himself or Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming shook his head, and was about to leave with the wine and vegetables, when Old Jiangtou suddenly said: "By the way, you should also pay attention, you have harvested a lot of herbs during this period, and you are famous in the town. It should also be found."

Jiang Ming paused, turned back and stood by the counter, picked up the smoked tofu with chopsticks, put them into his mouth piece by piece, then drank the whole bowl of wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth and turned away.

"I have something to do at home, so I won't sit at the table to drink..." Jiang Ming's words came, and he had disappeared.

Old Jiang was stunned, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: "This little thing is really a thief..."

Immediately, his eyes flickered, as if he was also thinking about something.

Old Zhou Tou's house.

"Master Zhou, teach me how to breathe." Jiang Ming said straight to the point.

Old Zhou was a little confused and stared: "What are you learning now? It's useless."

He didn't even dare to think that Jiang Ming had already sensed his blood energy, because even if he took great tonics and secret medicines for martial arts every day, it would be impossible...

Jiang Ming sighed: "Master Zhou, can't you see that this Ping'an Town is not peaceful anymore? First, the herbal collectors kept disappearing and being killed, and now those gentlemen have changed their faces and are recruiting again... I'm really afraid If you are taken away, you may not be able to return."

"Let's learn what we can learn first..."

Jiang Ming didn't say that he could already practice breathing techniques~IndoMTL.com~ but he didn't lie, these were indeed his worries.

"Besides, aren't you too old..." Finally, Jiang Ming added another sentence.

"Hey, I have a bad temper..." Old Zhou was so angry that he almost jumped three feet high, and then sighed: "It's a bit unfair, whatever, I'll teach you today."

Immediately he went back to the room and took out a yellowed thin booklet: "This is the specific outline of the breathing method. You haven't sensed the blood energy yet. Even if I demonstrate it to you today, you will find it difficult to comprehend the essence. In the future, it will be difficult for you to comprehend the essence." When practicing, you can only refer to this booklet."

"Thank you, Lord Zhou!"

A moment later, Lao Zhoutou began to demonstrate the breathing method...

In the middle of the night, Jiang Ming left the old Zhou Tou's house and returned to his own home.

"Huh?" Jiang Ming stared at the rotten wooden door of the house and fell to the ground.

Reflecting the moonlight, Jiang Ming saw a footprint on the wooden door.

"It seems that someone has already come..."

Jiang Ming kicked the wooden door aside, not thinking which family did it, went home, picked up his medicinal equipment, and ran into Yunmeng Mountain Ze overnight.

What is it to win over the invitation?

Jiang Ming is very clear about those high-ranking gentlemen. At the beginning, they may be enthusiastically wooing them, but if they fail to get the number of people together in the end, then they are not enthusiastic. It is easy to kidnap them directly...

"Only catch herb pickers... that means a lot of herbs are needed!" Jiang Ming drilled in the cave, holding a warm mushroom soup, thinking while drinking:

"Either there is a big epidemic, or there is a war..."

"The epidemic is still normal, but war... But it's troublesome..."