Immortal, I only practice forbidden arts

Chapter 122 Fire Cloud Grass Reappearance (Subscribe)
"Master, this is the spirit stone!"

The two kept talking until late at night, and Zhao Hong brought back three square light blue stones, which were as clear as glass and gave off a faint gleam.

Just by taking a look, Jiang Ming could feel the abundant aura contained in this spirit stone.

"Just the aura in these three spirit stones is equivalent to my blood spirit art that has been running for several months!"

Jiang Ming lamented in his heart, if he had this spirit stone, why did he only reach the fourth level of Qi training after 30 years, and he hadn't consummated yet...

"However, we can't rush to use these spirit stones. When the fourth level of Qi training is complete, leaving the impact bottleneck, it may be of great use..." Jiang Ming thought, and put the spirit stones into his arms.

Zhao Hong suddenly became nervous, wondering if Master would keep his promise...

Jiang Ming looked at Zhao Hong, pondering in his heart: "I have disguised very well in the past few decades, and Zhao Hong is only a third-level qi practitioner, so it is impossible to see through my layers of disguise. Although this person is a bit stupid, his nature It's not bad, but there's no need to add extra complications, just let nature take its course..."

"And the information I got from him is of great value to me... If that's the case, let's reward this kid."

Jiang Ming smiled and said, "I don't have any ready-made exercises at hand...you can get them early tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, thank you Master!" Zhao Hong was overjoyed.

Jiang Ming asked some small questions about the world of cultivating immortals, and the master and apprentice were the ones who parted happily...

"In the blink of an eye, it has been 70 to [-] years since the Fire Cloud Grass appeared last time, and I am about to become a centenarian. I will leave this place and find a place to meditate when things are over tomorrow..."

"Oh, by the way, there are still exercises!" Jiang Ming suddenly remembered, and then he leaned over the desk and wrote martial arts exercises for Zhao Hongmo...

……

Early the next morning, a blue-gray cold fog filled the air.

Jiang Ming picked up the exercises and made a big bowl of chicken soup and rice noodles on the street before walking into the Fuhu Martial Arts Hall through the back door.

"Ok?"

As soon as he came in, a smile appeared on Jiang Ming's face. It turned out that Zhao Hong was not the only one who couldn't wait.

Well, let's get everything done today...

He walked into the front yard of the martial arts hall calmly, and saw Zhao Hong walking back and forth anxiously, his hair was wet with dew, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting here.

Seeing Jiang Ming appear, Zhao Hong stepped forward to salute in surprise.

Jiang Ming smiled, without talking too much nonsense, and handed the prepared exercises to Zhao Hong.

"Look first!" Seeing Zhao Hong put it in his pocket, Jiang Ming shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"I, I believe in Master..." Zhao Hong blushed, but he still took out the exercises and opened them to read.

However, after only reading the first page, Zhao Hong raised his head in shock: "Master, this is..."

On the first page, it is impressively written that this Fuhu Fist can be practiced all the way to the realm of martial arts masters, and it even introduces how to follow up on the road of masters.

In other words, this is the ultimate martial arts formula that goes straight to the pinnacle of martial arts!

"Come on, I have other things to do today!"

Jiang Ming said casually, closed the exercise, stuffed it into Zhao Hong's arms, and patted him on the shoulder.

Today's Crouching Tiger Fist has already been completely reborn in his hands, even among master-level martial arts, it can be regarded as the top row.

What happened today, I am afraid that there will be no relationship with this secular world in the future.

Back then in the small courtyard of Ping'an Town, I learned the original martial arts boxing technique from old Zhou Tou, and passing it on today is considered a kind of inheritance...

boom!
Just as Jiang Ming stuffed the exercises into Zhao Hong's arms, the door of a side room next to him was kicked open.

"Old stuff!"

Holding a thick sword, Wang Ji strode out with a vicious expression on his face, and behind him, there were two slightly nervous people, both disciples of the Fuhu Martial Arts Academy.

wow~
In the room on the other side, the front door, the backyard... There were several figures rushing out again. Jiang Ming took a quick look, and Wang Ji was included, there were five second-rate fighters, all staring at Jiang with murderous intent. Bright.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you will kill yourself if you do too much unrighteousness..."

Jiang Ming watched this scene with great interest, remembering the raid on the Old Snake Gang and the looting of top-notch martial arts.

In the blink of an eye, this scene happened to me.

But the person who was killed today, still can't be me...

"Wang Ji, you came early today..." Jiang Ming said flatly.

Wang Ji stared at Jiang Ming fiercely, and said ferociously: "Old man, stop pretending to be calm, today is the time for you to die."

Jiang Ming remained calm: "Back when you worshiped me as your teacher, you flattered behind me every day... In the blink of an eye, why don't you know how to respect your teacher?"

Wang Ji let out a "bah" and stared at Jiang Ming with hatred on his face: "I have been doing dirty work for decades, but you still don't want to pass on the first-class martial arts to me..."

"Why pass it on to this kid?" He suddenly pointed at Zhao Hong, obviously he had already seen the scene of Jiang Ming giving Zhao Hong the exercises just now.

Jiang Ming smiled indifferently: "I just don't want to give it to you, so what?"

"Then you can only blame yourself for seeking your own death!" Wang Jisen sneered: "What about a first-class warrior, your blood is probably already decaying, a toothless tiger, let me see how you jump around ..."

"Wang Ji, don't talk nonsense, quickly grab the skills and settle the matter!" A second-rate martial artist frowned and shouted.

"Okay, old man, you are ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless today..." Wang Ji raised his big knife in his hand, and suddenly shouted: "Let's go together, chop them up!"

boom……

The five second-rate fighters all burst into blood and rushed towards Jiang Ming.

Zhao Hong was startled, gritted his teeth and was about to rush forward, he also knew that his master was exhausted, and he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the siege of these people.

"Stay back!" Jiang Ming dragged him behind him speechlessly, this kid was so stunned, he really valued love and righteousness.

Call ~
A warrior with the fastest speed raised his fist and slammed to Jiang Ming's side.

bang...

However, in just a moment, this person flew out at a faster speed than when he came.

"Ah..." The screams came out at this time, and there was no movement in an instant.

Taking a glance from the corner of Wang Ji's eyes, he saw that a bloody hole had exploded on the man's chest, and his life was lost.

"He can't punch a few times..."

Wang Ji was startled, but at this point, he could only grit his teeth and rush forward with the knife in hand.

Bang bang bang!
A few muffled voices came out, and blood sprayed one after another, and in the blink of an eye, corpses fell on the ground in the courtyard of the martial arts hall.

Only Wang Ji was left with all limbs broken, lying on the ground powerlessly, looking at the approaching figure in horror:
"How...how do you still have such a strong blood?"

Jiang Ming looked indifferently: "A frog at the bottom of a well, how can you know how big the sky is... You can't imagine how powerful a first-class warrior is."

puff~
He picked up Wang Ji's long knife, put his backhand in his chest, and nailed him to the ground.

Zhao Hong's mood fluctuated, and he looked in shock at this master who killed several second-rate warriors in the blink of an eye, as if he had only met him for the first time.

"Zhao Hong, this method... is stronger or weaker than your immortal cultivator's spell?" Jiang Ming walked back and asked with a smile.

Only then did Zhao Hong come back to his senses, pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "If the distance is more than ten feet away, the immortal cultivator will surely win... But if it is within five feet, the immortal cultivator below the third level of Qi training will probably be killed by a first-class warrior. .”

"Of course, if the cultivator is caught by surprise, it will be very difficult for the warrior to stop the attack..."

Jiang Ming nodded slightly. It seems that his current level of cultivating immortals is only slightly higher than that of first-class warriors.

Calculated in this way, an immortal cultivator has to cultivate to the ninth level of Qi training, and then he can almost reach the realm of a master...

"It seems that this road of martial arts really cannot be let go. If you encounter an immortal cultivator in the future, you may be able to make extraordinary achievements if you don't expect it."

Jiang Ming thought about it for a while, and looked at Zhao Hong: "From now on, I will pursue the road of immortality as a teacher, and I will leave this Fuhu Martial Arts Hall to you. How to manage it depends on your luck..."

Zhao Hong's eyes were slightly red, and he bowed and cupped his fists: "Master, have a good journey!"

"A big man travels all over the world, why should he act like a child!"

Jiang Ming patted Zhao Hong on the shoulder. Although the original purpose was to plot against this Zhao Hong, after decades, this guy has a kind heart, and the two of them get along well, and they have some feelings.

"Hehe, let's go, let's go..."

Jiang Ming's voice dissipated in the wind, only Zhao Hong was left looking at the mess in the courtyard with a blank look, and stroked the exercises in his arms, then sighed and started to clean...

On the deserted dirt road, Jiang Ming was riding an old horse, swaying slowly.

"Those who practice martial arts ask immortals, and those who cultivate immortals come to learn martial arts... Interesting, interesting!"

Jiang Ming smiled and gradually disappeared at the end of the path...

……

Spring goes and autumn comes, time flies.

Year after year, infants and children grow into old people and turn into loess, and many stories of the past are also scattered with the wind like loess.

After seven or eight years, Jiang Ming finally used the rich spiritual energy in the three spirit stones to break through the bottleneck of the fourth level of Qi training and step into the fifth level of Qi training.

Another ten years later, Jiang Mingzhen reached the peak of the fifth level of Qi training, but no matter what, he couldn't make it to the sixth level of Qi training...

"It seems that we can only wait for the medicine king to appear!"

On a steep and isolated peak that is rarely visited by people, Jiang Ming's mind moved, and a dark blue flying sword hovered and danced around him, flexible and elegant, like an arm command...

……

cloud country.

Dayun calendar 70 years.

Dayun City became more and more prosperous, surpassing the former old capital, and becoming the power center of Yun Kingdom.

No one mentioned Yan Kingdom anymore, and even the six great master families that were once incomparably brilliant have returned to ashes and dust, and no one mentioned it anymore.

However, the world changes and the dynasty changes, but some things exist forever.

Liu family.

Dayun Kingdom's new generation of grand masters and aristocratic families are the top forces in the sky, and even the royal family has to be courteous.

In Liu's courtyard.

Liu Huaji, the patriarch of the Liu family, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at a small scarlet grass in front of him, and said calmly, "How many plants have you found this month?"

　Ask for a full order, ask for a monthly ticket...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)