Immortal, I only practice forbidden arts

Chapter 2 Taste the Herbs

"Fuck, it hurts me to death!"

Jiang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the hatchet, and sat on the ground panting.

It was also the first time for him to kill someone, so it was a bit exciting.

But Jiang Ming didn't regret it.

"If you are alive, you will definitely cause me a lot of trouble, so... I can only ask you to sacrifice for the overall situation."

The wound on his chest healed slowly, and Jiang Ming looked at the corpse beside him without any pity, but had a deeper understanding of his own situation.

"If your strength is low, your life will be as cheap as dirt, and anyone can step on it..."

According to the memory of his predecessor, even if he didn't meet Huang Laogui today, when he sold this Fire Cloud Grass, he would be exploited layer upon layer, and even bring bloody disasters.

It is a blessing to have a hundred copper coins safe in the bag for a medicinal herb worth 30 taels of silver.

"It's too aggrieved to continue like this..."

Dogs also have different methods. The tortoise retracts its head into its stomach, and when it grows old, it is still an old tortoise whose shell has been scribbled on.

Jiang Ming didn't want to be an old turtle.

"Gou Daofei counsels, only by becoming stronger can he be more stable."

"So the first goal is to practice martial arts quietly, become stronger, and live better."

Jiang Ming straightened out his thoughts, only felt that his thoughts were clear, and he suddenly became enlightened, so he went to the cliff to collect the hatchets, medicine baskets and other items he had dropped, and prepared to leave here.

As for Huang Laogui's corpse, he wasn't too worried. In his impression, this guy had always been a loner. It would usually take a few months to go to the mountains. He rarely interacted with others, but every time he could gain a lot.

By the time someone thinks about it, they probably have already been gnawed into a pile of bones by wild beasts.

"There are not seven or eight but three or four of the herb pickers who accidentally fall in the mountains every year... those who fell off the cliff, those who encountered jackals, those who ate poisonous mushrooms... not many more."

but……

"You're all dead, it's not easy on a hot day... I can't take a knife for nothing."

Jiang Ming was talking to himself, his hand had already reached the corpse of Huang Laogui, and began to grope.

A string of copper plates, only twenty or so.

Deworming powder.

A few pieces of dry food to satisfy the hunger...

"Huh?" Jiang Ming suddenly widened his eyes.

He even found out two grains of broken silver, adding up to more than one or two.

"So rich?" Jiang Ming wondered.

Silver is no ordinary thing.

One tael of silver is worth a thousand copper coins, and ordinary herbal pickers can't save so much in a few years, let alone carry it with them when they go up the mountain.

"This guy has a secret." Jiang Ming's heart moved, and he touched it more carefully.

However, he didn't find anything for a long time, and when he was about to give up, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

There was an inconspicuous gray-white patch on Huang Laogui's tattered clothes. It didn't feel like rough linen, but like a piece of high-quality animal skin.

tearing~
Jiang Ming tore off the palm-sized patch and looked around.

"This is..." He narrowed his eyes.

On the back of the animal skin patch, densely packed small black characters were impressively written.

Thanks to learning how to read from an old neighbor for a few days before, Jiang Ming was able to read roughly by stumbling.

"prescription?"

Jiang Ming suddenly realized, and finally understood why Huang Laogui was rich and always looked like he was short of energy and blood.

This is a prescription that uses human blood as the main medicine, but it is given to animals.

Ordinary birds and beasts can produce a trace of spirituality after taking this medicine, and gradually obey the person who provided the blood for their driving.

In his previous memory, Huang Laogui did feed cats, dogs, rabbits and other animals.

"It seems that he used his own blood to refine medicine, drove animals into the mountains to find medicine for him, and made a lot of money from it..."

However, in my memory, the animals raised by Huang Laogui have changed a lot.

After all, even seasoned herb pickers will be injured if they are not careful in the mountains, not to mention domestic animals that have just been born with spirituality are simply extra food for wild animals in the mountains.

As for why Huang Laogui didn't directly raise wild beasts in the mountains, Jiang Ming guessed that it was because wild beasts were more difficult to tame and needed more medicine.

Huang Laogui is just an ordinary person, and he has already lost his vitality and blood after feeding ordinary cats and dogs, so how dare he attack wild animals...

"For ordinary people, this is simply a forbidden technique for harming the body, but... these problems don't exist for me at all!"

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and he had a hunch that this prescription in his hands might have a great effect.

Carefully put the animal hide in his arms, and took away the money and dry food, he didn't touch the leftovers of Huang Laogui, after all, he might be recognized by others.

Recalling the usual route of collecting herbs, Jiang Ming put on a dilapidated bamboo hat, carried the medicine basket on his back, and continued walking into the mountains with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Along the way, Jiang Ming also picked some herbs based on his memory, but some of them looked too similar, so he could only taste them to distinguish them.

For other herb collectors, eating herbs indiscriminately is an extremely dangerous move, but for Jiang Ming, it can only be divided into delicious and bad.

Even if it is a highly poisonous herb, it will only make Jiang Ming's stomach hurt for a while...

Later, Jiang Ming even walked and tasted all the way, tasted almost all the plants and trees he saw, and classified them in his heart.

"Stomach hurts, very poisonous!"

"It can refresh you, but you have diarrhea!"

"Bitter taste, slightly poisonous, may have unknown medicinal effects!"

"The taste is not bad, like sweet potato leaves, grab more for dinner..."

"Poisonous mushrooms...eh?"

As time passed, Jiang Ming shuttled through the deep mountains and old forests, using the medicine shovel, small hoe, and herb-picking sickle in his hands in turn, and his medicine-picking skills were gradually improving.

Since he crossed over to become a herb picker, he planned to play this role well first. As the saying goes, one has to specialize in art, and one has to work hard to become familiar with the skills.

The dusk in the mountains comes quietly, unknowingly, the green pines are solemn and solemn, the rocks are dim, and the shadows of the trees are swaying and floating in the mist.

The air has become sultry, the sky is cloudy, and it seems that there will be a heavy rain.

Jiang Ming lifted the medicine basket to his shoulder, quickened his pace, and rushed to a cliff in his memory.

The night in the mountains is more dangerous than the daytime. Poisonous insects and beasts are infested. If you are not careful, you are prone to bad luck. Every herb collector has several familiar hiding spots.

Soon, dark clouds covered the last ray of sunlight, and there was faint thunder.

In front of Jiang Ming's eyes, a low rocky cliff finally appeared, like a strangely shaped black monster, dormant in the mountains and forests.

He climbed up, and in the half of the low cliff, he pushed aside a piece of dry vines, and a small cave suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the cave, there were a broken clay pot, two rotten bowls, a few dry branches, and some dried animal excrement.

"Fortunately, I remember correctly." Jiang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, put down the medicine basket and odds and ends, and cleaned the cave a little bit.

bang~
He had just finished all this when a thunderbolt suddenly exploded, and raindrops the size of soybeans crackled down, pouring down in the blink of an eye.

Kacha~
Dazzling lightning illuminates the mountains and forests. In the dead silence, all spirits are dormant, only the majesty of the sky, the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, like the magic voice of an oracle, smashes into the hearts of all living beings, making people awed and intoxicated.

"It's safe tonight..." Jiang Ming smiled.

Animals are sometimes smarter than humans and know how to revere God's power, so they won't run around looking for food at this time.

He took the broken clay pot to the entrance of the cave, washed it casually with rainwater, and brought back another pot of rainwater, ready to have a big pot of stew for dinner.

It took a long time to use the flint, and finally lit the dry wood. Jiang Ming put the clay pot on the shelf and began to prepare the ingredients.

The main course was Fire Cloud Grass. Jiang Ming randomly cut it into several sections, and threw it into the clay pot together with grass leaves similar to sweet potato leaves.

This Fire Cloud Grass is very valuable, but Jiang Ming is very clear about the reason why it is a crime to conceive Bi.

"This Fire Cloud Grass can make Huang Laogui want to kill people, and it can also make other people greedy... Rather than risking a hundred copper coins, I might as well eat it myself."

He looked curiously: "I heard that this thing can nourish Qi and blood, and it is a great tonic for martial arts. I don't know if it is true or not?"

Now Jiang Ming is weak and eager to practice martial arts to become stronger. Naturally, he has great expectations for the medicinal effect of this fire cloud grass.

Then, he took out a bunch of colorful mushrooms from the medicine basket, and stuffed them into clay pots. Watching them gurgling and tumbling in the boiling water, he couldn't help swallowing.

In the previous life, I wanted to eat but didn't dare, but in this life I finally seized the opportunity, let's show off first.

"I heard that the more poisonous the more delicious..."

Soon, the rich aroma spread, making Jiang Ming move his index finger.

Outside the cave, it was raining heavily and the night was gloomy.

In the cave, the firewood crackled, and the thick soup was bubbling...

Jiang Ming sat quietly, with various thoughts flashing through his mind.

The bewilderment of coming to the new world, the fear of being discovered by others, the worry of gain and loss, the impetuous excitement of wanting to become stronger and explore the unknown...

Gradually, thousands of emotions were stripped away, leaving only the rain in front of me, running through the world:
"Since you have entered this situation, what is there to be afraid of? It's just from the sky to the earth..."

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