As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

  Chapter 19 The true meaning of crouching tiger

  The cold wind howled, rushing down from the towering and steep mountain tops, passing through the surrounding white valleys, crossing the criss-crossed glaciers and snow hills on the snowfield, splashing clusters of silver needle jade chips.

  Jiang Ming stood on the glacier with his upper body bare, practicing Fuhu Fist over and over again.

  His chest and abdomen rose and fell, he swallowed and breathed regularly, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura, every move was like a real tiger, breathtaking.

  If it is said that external training is about form, internal training is about mind...the combination of form and mind can exert the maximum power of Fuhuquan.

  As he breathed, Jiang Ming's skin gradually turned red, exuding traces of white air...but it finally faded away, and the blood in his body still couldn't be completely controlled.

   "The breathing method is almost mastered, but it is still almost meaningless when it comes to smelting blood."

  Jiang Ming talked to himself, stopped his movements slowly, and returned to the wooden house.

  The aroma of traditional Chinese medicine is permeating the room, and a pot of medicinal materials is being stewed on the fire, red blood vine, golden insect ginseng, toadstool mushroom... Of course, the most important thing is the fire cloud grass.

   After coming to this world for a long time, Jiang Ming realized the rarity of Fire Cloud Grass. Even for those high-ranking warriors, it is a rare treasure that cannot be found, and it is of great use to the progress of martial arts...

  After the medicinal soup was stewed and cooled a little, Jiang Ming drank it all directly, and ate all the medicinal materials without wasting a single plant.

  Hoo~

  When the medicinal soup entered his stomach, Jiang Ming immediately felt strands of fiery power spreading along his limbs and bones. At this moment, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

  The blood in the body seems to be more active at this time...

  Jiang Ming threw down the medicine jar, rushed outside the house immediately, stood in the ice and snow, and continued to practice the Undulating Tiger Fist.

  Running the boxing over and over again, Jiang Ming could feel the blood in his body agitating, as if forming a rushing hot current, galloping wantonly in his body.

  He operated the breathing method subconsciously, trying to guide and control this rushing heat...but it was still unsuccessful.

  Jiang Ming's eyes were a little red from the impact of blood, and when he was upset, a sense of enlightenment suddenly rose in his mind:

   "Foot the tiger, crouch the tiger, if you want to subdue the tiger, you have to be more fierce than the tiger, more ruthless than the tiger..."

  It turns out that this is the true meaning of Fuhu Fist!

  He possesses the power of immortality, no matter what situation he encounters, he always thinks there is room for it, so he has never really been ruthless...

   Even when killing those vendors, it was more rational considerations.

   While practicing martial arts, although Jiang Ming persevered and never slacked off, he never had the belief that he would go forward bravely. He would take a rest when he was tired from training. He only thought that his life was infinite, and he would succeed one day...

  But the meaning of subduing the tiger should not be like this, but a kind of fearless edge that the brave wins when meeting in the canyon.

   It's not that you can fight if you want to, but you must fight!

   "Since that's the case, if I don't take you down today... I won't give up!"

  Jiang Ming felt a fierceness in his heart, and tried his best to practice Fuhuquan. Gradually...his breathing seemed to be in sync with the rhythm of the blood in his body, and gradually became indistinguishable from each other.

  Boom!

  Jiang Ming made his last punch and stopped suddenly.

  At this time, he was naturally running the internal breathing method, the breath was thick and long, and his whole person seemed to contain an inexplicable power.

  Under his skin, the red light flashed away, and the blood energy in his whole body moved with his breath, and his body was scattered. He was thoroughly smelted by Jiang Ming, and evolved a new kind of power-blood energy.

  Jiang Ming took a deep breath, condensed the power of blood, and punched the glacier with a fist.

   bang~

  Ice cubes splashed, and a hole the size of a human head appeared on the ice surface, exposing the river flowing under the ice.

  Jiang Ming shook his slightly numb arm, but he was unscathed.

   "Several months of hard work... finally become a warrior!"

   "From today onwards, I will truly embark on the road of martial arts."

  Jiang Ming's heart was surging, and he became more and more convinced that there must be a way to cultivate immortality in this world.

  Because it was just martial arts, Jiang Ming was so shocked that he smashed the thick ice surface with one punch, and he was unscathed... This is not the power that ordinary people can have at all.

Immediately he took a big breath: "However, this blood energy is too consumed, and this punch has dried up more than half of my blood energy... I still have to continue to practice, and control the blood energy to circulate throughout the body as soon as possible, so that I can step into the third-rate state. So as to control more blood."

  As for the second-rate fighters, they need to temper their skin membrane with blood strength, and the top fighters are almost invulnerable, and they are first-rate strongmen.

  But stepping into a second-rate martial artist, normally speaking, you don't have ten or twenty years of hard work, don't even think about it...

   "Although I don't lack time, this Ping'an Town...is indeed time to leave."

  After the excitement of breaking through warriors subsided, Jiang Ming also began to think about the way forward.

  The many medicinal materials in Yunmeng Mountain Ze are a treasure, but he doesn't have the prescription of the secret medicine for martial arts, and he almost wastes most of the efficacy of the medicine every time he cooks it in a big pot.

  It doesn’t matter if you were not a martial artist before, but if you want to continue practicing martial arts in the future, this method may not work. Maybe drinking ten cans will have no effect...

  Jiang Ming wants to learn more profound martial arts, real fighting methods, or use secret medicines to assist his cultivation... These are things that Ping An Town cannot provide.

  Only in the city of Dayunfu can he have what he needs.

   "Besides, I can't always be a herbal picker..."

  Gou Dao is not to act in a low-key way, but to choose the most appropriate way of doing things according to one's own strength and time opportunity, so as to survive smoothly in this world.

  When Jiang Ming was weak, he was an ordinary herb collector, secretly saving money and practicing martial arts, naturally there was no problem.

  But now that he has become a martial artist, he needs to earn more money to maintain his martial arts training expenses, and he needs to spend more effort to find a higher level of practice. If he pretends to be a herb picker... it will only become more and more out of place.

   "After this winter, go to Fucheng..."

  Jiang Ming recalled what he saw and heard when he went to Fucheng last time, and gradually made a decision...

  …

  During the twelfth lunar month of winter, Ping'an Town was quite lively.

  Many people in the town usually work in the prefecture. Now that the New Year is approaching, they all return to the town to kill pigs and chickens and prepare New Year's goods.

  Although they live in poverty, but they have money but no money to go home for the New Year. For these poor people, this may be the biggest hope all year round...

  Jiang Ming stepped on the snow and returned from the depths of the forest.

  He likes to be quiet, but he is not a hermit. During the Chinese New Year, there must always be some fireworks.

  In addition, that Ah Fei is going to get married in the twelfth lunar month, and he also brought a piece of fish with him, and he will always eat it back...

  Greeting to people he knew or didn't know along the way, Jiang Ming returned home with a medicine basket on his back.

   "I haven't been at home for several months, I'm afraid it's already a mess... Eh?"

  Jiang Ming looked at the door, a little stunned.

  (end of this chapter)