Immortal, I only practice forbidden arts

Chapter 17
On the quiet mountain road, there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Jiang Ming's wounds had all healed. He looked around, and immediately started touching the corpse without wasting any time.

"They are quite rich..."

From the other four vendors, Jiang Ming found a total of three or four taels of broken silver, but in the clothes of the leading vendor, besides a dozen taels of silver, he even found a 50 taels of silver bill.

All of them add up to a total of nearly 70 taels of silver.

"You can't earn so much just by harvesting mountain goods..." Jiang Ming's eyes were cold and stern. It seems that this group of people has done such things like robbery and death, and this may not be all their wealth.

"Huh? What is this?" Jiang Ming took out a thin booklet from the arms of the leading vendor.

"Disguise!"

Looking at the three large characters on the cover, Jiang Ming showed surprise.

He tried to shave the corpse's face with the back of the knife, and actually scraped off a thick layer of makeup, revealing a completely different face...

"It's no wonder that you can rob money so arrogantly as a merchant. Even if the incident happens, you can change your face and continue to do evil in Dayun Mansion..."

"It's really a good tool for killing people and getting goods...but it's not the time for research, let's sneak away first!"

Putting the silver bills and thin books into his arms, and picking up his own things such as the axe and the medicine basket, Jiang Ming left the place quickly without dealing with these corpses.

He still didn't go to Ping'an Town, he went straight into Yunmeng Mountain and returned to the cave.

After taking a bath in the stream to wash off the blood all over his body, Jiang Ming calmed down.

Although it was not the first time he had killed someone, the feeling of being in trouble and out of his control still made him a little uncomfortable.

"All the fear comes from the lack of firepower."

Tea was gurgling on the fire, and Jiang Ming was wearing animal skins, warming his body while recalling today's battle:

"My strength and speed are far superior to those of the merchants, but I still have too little combat experience. Even though I have practiced Fuhu Fist perfectly, I didn't show much today. Instead, I was hacked a few times for nothing..."

Injury is not a big deal for Jiang Ming himself, but it is the most likely to cause trouble.

Just imagine a person who has been hacked a few times or has a few broken bones... Who can not be suspicious of the activity of being alive and kicking in a few days.

"Also, if those people are stronger, or more clever, and turn around and run away when the situation is wrong, it will be difficult for me to kill them all... Then, the trouble will be big!"

"In case you attract a big boss, take me away and slice me..."

Jiang Ming's eyes were serious, and he was afraid for a while.

This kind of thing must never happen!
"Must get stronger...strong enough not to get hurt, strong enough to kill all enemies."

Jiang Ming looked firm and made up his mind: "Because no matter how careful I am, I can't completely hide my flaws, so...the only option is to kill all those who find my flaws!"

"Only in this way, my secret will not be revealed."

"This is... Wushuang Goudao!"

Jiang Ming's eyes were burning...

In the following days, Jiang Ming stayed in the mountains.

Practicing crouching tiger breathing method in the morning, going to the mountain to cut wood and build a house in the afternoon...Drink tea, taste medicine and pick mushrooms in leisure time, taste wild game in the mountains, see the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, and study the mechanism of various medicinal materials.

……

Half a month later, in the depths of the mountain forest, on a flat terrain upstream of a river, a house made of solid wood has basically taken shape.

Jiang Ming only designated two rooms, the main house and the pharmacy.

He lives alone, sleeping, cooking, drinking tea and reading, and other daily activities are done in the main house, while the pharmacy is used to store and study the medicinal materials collected.

In addition, some wasteland has been reclaimed, and some vegetables and medicinal materials will be planted in the next spring...

As for the latrine, Jiang Ming built it directly by the river, and flushed away the poop on the spot after nesting... As for whether there is anyone downstream drinking water and cooking, he can't control it.

……

Autumn and winter come.

The world was bleak, and the mountains became more and more silent.

It has been many days since Jiang Ming has not seen a herb picker who went into the mountain.

The last time I saw people, I heard that the turmoil in Ping'an Town had subsided. Due to the approach of winter, the amount of medicinal materials that could be harvested in the mountains dropped sharply, and those forces in the city had retreated.

But the price of medicinal materials has been rising all the time. I heard that all of them are sold to the north, where the war seems to be very tight...

"Xing, the people are suffering, death, the people are suffering!" Jiang Ming sighed softly. If the war continues, the turmoil in Ping'an Town will definitely not end here.

"It's time to go back to town and have a look."

Jiang Ming went to the pharmacy, picked up some dried herbs, put them into the medicine basket, and walked down the mountain with them on his back.

……

Ping'an Town, Medicine Market.

"Master Scar, look quickly..."

Old Scar was leading a group of followers to collect venue fees, when a follower suddenly pointed in one direction and shouted.

Old Scar looked along, and suddenly his eyes sank: "This Jiang Ming... dares to come back, let's go!"

In a corner of the medicine market, Jiang Ming was squatting on the ground selling medicines at a stall.

The last time I heard people who entered the mountain say that when I disappeared, the old scar was easy to find...

When he returned to Ping'an Town, he couldn't escape the eyeliner of the old scar, so he decided to come to the medicine market first to meet him.

Sure enough, not long after the medicinal materials were spread out, Old Scar led a group of people to surround him aggressively.

"Jiang Ming, I thought...you and I are already brothers!" The old scar looked unhappy, and said in a deep voice, "The old men in the prefecture came to choose the herb collectors, and I specially recommended you, why did you run away and disappear? ?”

Jiang Ming looked at the gloomy expression of the old scar, and he understood in his heart. It seems that he guessed right before. This guy should be those gentlemen in the city. They are black gloves in Ping'an Town, collecting protection money to do dirty things...

He cursed inwardly, treating me like a brother and pushing me into the pit of fire...

"Unfortunately, I was too busy those few days." Jiang Ming said sincerely.

"You have to explain this to me!" Old Scar was not so gentle this time, and said coldly, "Otherwise, you won't be able to leave the drug market today!"

Now he has figured it out a little bit. At the beginning, Jiang Ming was drinking with him, so he used himself as a shield to avoid trouble...

"Master Scar, please calm down!" Jiang Ming didn't intend to turn against Old Scar now, these bastards are nothing, but causing the Old Snake Gang behind him will cause a lot of trouble...

Even if the old scar is touched, it must be fatal in one blow, and no one else should know about it.

Thinking of this in his heart, Jiang Ming smiled more warmly: "I promise you that next time those gentlemen come to find the herb pickers, I will be the first one."

"This time, it's my fault... I just picked two golden worm ginseng plants a while ago, and I specially took them down the mountain to apologize to Lord Scar, and please accept them with a smile!"

With that said, Jiang Ming dug out two sun-dried golden worm ginseng from the medicine basket and handed them over.

Old Scar's eyes lit up, the current market price of two golden worm ginseng is worth nearly two taels of silver, and he may not be able to earn such a large amount of money if he collects protection fees for more than ten days.

After all, he still has a bunch of brothers to support, and he has to hand over a large part to his superiors...

"Okay, it's still Brother A Ming who is sensible, I really misunderstood you!" The old scar laughed heartily: "It's all gone, there's nothing to watch, Brother A Ming and I have a very good relationship..."

　More than an hour ahead, there is progress!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)