Immortal, I only practice forbidden arts

Chapter 1 Immortality
Yan Country, Dayun Mansion, Yunmeng Mountain Ze.

At noon in the hot 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 that he was lying on 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 brushing up on the young lady who is 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 16 years old, 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 take a risk to pick it. He never thought that he would slip and fall directly from a cliff more than ten meters high. His bones were broken and he died.

"Fuck!"

As a distinguished starting point reading saint, 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 sure enough, he was holding a scarlet strange grass.

Looking through 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 immortal immortal 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 bastard who was seriously injured and would be crushed at any time.

"Is there no system to save me?"

"Simulator?"

"Dark blue with a little..."

No response.

Jiang Ming is a little flustered, how can he play with serious injuries at the beginning?
suddenly.

He seemed to see inside himself.

In the 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, permeating every inch of muscle and every drop of blood in his body.

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

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

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

The source of immortality can guarantee the host's immortality and immortality.

"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 about immortality in movies, all kinds of unlucky immortals who are bound, caged, sliced, and blood drawn, and those who are regarded as sustainable rations. ..."

He couldn't help shivering, this golden finger is no different from Tang Monk's meat, and it must not be too high-profile.

The pig-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 pretty 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. When they finally had the resources and strength to hit a higher scientific peak, they were already dying and could only leave with regret. .

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 immortal?
A limited lifespan is like a black barrier that cannot be seen, locking 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 that jumped out of a deep well. Although he is very weak, he has infinite possibilities. 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 stick to it, until the end you will have everything you need, what kind of martial arts masters, Immortal Immortals, can't I go 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 the man had a yellow and thin face, sunken eye sockets, and a look of depletion of 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 medicine? Is it serious?"

Huang Laogui said with concern, his eyes fell on Jiang Ming's hands, and a gleam 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 quickly replied.

Old Ghost Huang said with a hoarse smile, "It's good that it's okay, you're so lucky, Amin, that you actually found a Fire Cloud Grass, which can be sold for 30 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 go of his guard.

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!"

He raised the hatchet in his hand, towards Jiang Ming's chest, and stabbed it violently.

"Fuck you!" Jiang Ming's eyelids twitched.

He had expected that this guy had no good intentions, but he didn't expect that the other party wanted to kill him directly.

The local gangs are so rude!
Jiang Ming pulled out the medicine shovel from his waist without thinking, 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 knives. As long as it scratches the flesh, blood will splatter three feet.

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

puff~
The hatchet pierced into Jiang Ming's heart and pierced through his 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, had no strength to resist.

However, the moment he let down his guard.

A cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Fast and hard!
snort~
The shovel cut across the flesh, like a knife cutting paper, a line of blood quietly appeared on Huang Laogui's neck, and then the blood gushed out like waves.

"You, why, 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.

"No one in life has died since ancient times, why should we just wait for the day and night?"

Jiang Ming looked at the old ghost Huang, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

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

puff~
The blood was gurgling, and Huang Laogui died completely.

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