As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

In the small courtyard, Pharmacist Feng took out a prescription from the room and handed it to Jiang Ming.

"This is what Guan Feng obtained by accident when he was training abroad. It has no direct effect on martial arts training, but it can make people calm down and improve concentration... It is also useful when the mood is restless and chaotic."

Feng Yaoshi smiled and said: "He knows that you are dedicated to martial arts, and this is also his little expectation of you. Don't be disturbed by foreign things, and stick to your martial arts path."

"Thank Headhunter Guan for me, Jiang Ming will live up to expectations." Jiang Ming took the prescription, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master Feng, for taking care of me these few months."

"Don't be polite with me!" Feng Yaoshi said with a smile, and then pointed to the prescription: "But one thing must be remembered, this prescription can only be taken once a month at most, otherwise you will have a splitting headache and lethargy for a long time... ...It is best to use it at the critical moment of breaking through the bottleneck."

"So evil?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, then nodded to express his remembrance.

After bidding farewell to Pharmacist Feng and leaving, Jiang Ming touched the prescription, but his mind was active: "I don't know what effect it will have if I drink it once a day..."

Back in his small courtyard, Jiang Ming saw Fang Lie sitting under a big tree at a glance, reading his book on governing the country and the world that he had read several times, which was thicker than a brick.

As usual, Huang Xiaoying practiced martial arts at the base of the wall, but she still couldn't feel her blood.

Wang Dong had already gone to a tavern in the city to drink with Peng Lu and others, and inquired about the Qinghe Tower last night...

Seeing Jiang Ming's return, Fang Lie closed the book and walked over, sighing softly, "Amin, you really want to go to Ping'an Town, what about your martial arts path? Fucheng is the place to realize your ambition..."

Jiang Ming pointed to the book Fang Lie put at the root of the tree, and said with a smile: "I am a wanderer in the mountains, maybe my martial arts path is in the mountains, just like your martial arts path, which can never be separated from the love in your heart." That blood..."

After all, Fang Lie was a teenager, and he blushed a little when he was told, "I don't have any passion..."

Jiang Ming patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said nothing.

Huang Xiaoying seemed to move her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something to say goodbye, but in the end she still practiced her fist with her head down, without saying anything.

Jiang Ming didn't take it seriously, packed up his things, and strode away from Liehuzhuang.

Jishitang.

Jiang Ming brought roast chicken and old wine to Dr. Sun, drank with him, and finally mixed a bowl of medicinal soup for nourishing blood, and then left.

Walking on the streets in the city, there was chaos everywhere, rows of government soldiers and private soldiers of the Shi family searched everywhere...

The Shi family seemed to be on fire, frantically looking for the murderer.

Jiang Ming's complexion was calm, the person killed by the hero Zhang Shan had nothing to do with Jiang Ming, he was in such a panic...

At the city gate, Jiang Ming was stripped of his clothes and checked again before he was let out.

Outside the city, Jiang Ming looked up, the sky ahead was bright and cloudless, and Yunmeng Mountain was in sight.

"It's over, brush off your clothes, and hide your identity and name deeply..." Jiang Ming smiled.

"moo~"

An old man with dimples on his face was driving an ox cart, pulling a cart full of hay, and slowly passed by him.

"Old man, where are you going?" Jiang Ming waved and shouted.

The old man turned his head a little dullly, his blank eyes focused on Jiang Ming, and Fang said slowly: "Ping'an Town."

"Take me for a ride!"

Jiang Ming threw a copper plate over, and regardless of whether the old man agreed or not, he jumped onto the bullock cart, lay down on the hay with a "bang", grabbed one and put it in his mouth, and put his hands behind his head, tilting his head Erlang closed his eyes and got up.

The old man held the copper plate and looked it over carefully for a moment, then he grinned and drove the ox cart onward, and even sang a folk song when there was no one in the middle of the road...

...

Ping'an Town, Tavern.

Jiang Ming drank wine leisurely and ate smoked tofu that he hadn't eaten for a long time...

He has been back for a few days, and reported to the Liehuzhuang branch. He knew that everyone hadn't arrived yet... so he went to the mountains to collect herbs and drink tea, and he didn't return to the town until today.

A burly figure suddenly strode over and sat opposite him.

Jiang Ming looked up and said with a smile, "Guard Dong, long time no see."

Now Jiang Ming is almost sure that this Dong Guanshi must be a warrior. After all, the Old Snake Gang wants to establish a real branch here, and still needs a warrior to sit in charge.

However, the leader of the Old Snake Gang is a second-rate fighter, and the Dong Guanshi he sent is at most a third-rate, or even more likely to be a low-rate...

Jiang Ming has entered the third-rate realm now, so he has nothing to be afraid of. Even if he only fights for his status, Director Dong dare not touch anyone in Huzhuang.

Director Dong's expression was a bit unsightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Back when I invited Brother Jiang to join the Old Snake Gang, you said you didn't like to form cliques... Why did you join Liehuzhuang now?"

Jiang Ming laughed loudly, and casually said: "The news about Director Dong is well-informed, but now and then, and now the world is chaotic... Good birds choose trees to live in, so what if I join Liehu Manor?"

"You..." Dong Guanshi changed color, his eyes filled with evil spirits: "Are you saying that I, the Old Snake Gang, can't do it?"

"Compared with Liehuzhuang, there is still a small difference." Jiang Ming didn't care, and said arrogantly: "What is this first-line one... Director Dong should understand."

"Jiang Ming, you are so courageous, Director Dong is a warrior, what are you..." Behind Director Dong, a follower couldn't help scolding angrily: "Don't push your nose, I'll let you understand first rule!"

As he said that, he slapped Jiang Ming.

Steward Dong sat still, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Of course he didn't dare to beat Jiang Ming, but his subordinates couldn't help it. What can he do... At worst, you can beat my subordinates again.

Jiang Ming's expression turned cold, and he sat on the chair without moving. With a flick of his wrist, a wine bowl flew out, hitting the servant's nose with a "pop".

Kacha~

There was the sound of bones breaking.

"Ah..." The servant screamed, staggered and fell back several steps, and finally couldn't stop retreating, and sat down on the ground.

The corners of his nose and eyes were all bloody, and the stubble was exposed. He looked very scary...

"Wu Yi, you really have a good name!" Jiang Ming looked down at the young follower indifferently.

When Old Scar was in power, Wu Yi was still an honest mountain picker. Later, when he was replaced by Dong Guanshi, he hugged his thigh. Jiang Ming still remembered that Wu Yi was still bowing to him at that time...

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, Wu Yi became truly "unrighteous"...

The drinkers around were all startled, Jiang Ming came back after going out for a few months, how could he become crazier than before?

But Guanshi Dong stared at Jiang Ming, and said in a deep voice, "Are you feeling bloody?"

Jiang Ming's seemingly simple move, but not everyone can do it, that kind of strength can only be played by those who sense the blood.

"Hahaha...Of course, otherwise how would I have the face to go back to Ping'an Town?" Jiang Ming laughed.

Jiang Ming looked straight at Dong Guanshi without fear. Now he has two skins, one is Zhang Shan, an outlaw lunatic, and he cannot be exposed in front of others. Once he appears, he must see blood.

And the other one is Madman Jiang, or Jiang Er Lengzi, who needs to manage all the time... This skin contains a herb picker from Ping'an Town and a martial arts apprentice from Liehu Village. It seems arrogant, but it has no scheming. It's easy for people to lower their vigilance and don't want to mess with it.

The last time he killed the old scar, it was the madman Jiang's skin that made Director Dong reassure.

As for the real him, he is hiding behind these two skins, practicing martial arts, seeking immortality, and enjoying longevity...

Sure enough, the corner of Dong Guanshi's mouth twitched when he heard the words, and he didn't want to argue with Jiang Ming anymore. He just wanted to find a step down and get away from this madman Jiang.

If this guy is still an ordinary person, Director Dong will naturally have a way to deal with it. After all, although the Old Snake Gang is a second-rate force, but backed by the Shi family, there is still a way to deal with an ordinary person... But now Jiang Ming has sensed blood, unless Dong The steward took action himself, otherwise there was really no way to deal with him.

"Damn it, this idiot will be dealt with sooner or later..." Steward Dong cursed inwardly, a bit regretful that he came to provoke this idiot today.

Thanks to the rudder of the book friend Chirping Bird for the reward, thank you boss, the boss is generous! ! !