Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 66

Jiang Ming sat in the tavern and listened for a while, and he could vaguely hear that the Liang family seemed to be an old family in the capital, known as one of the six great families of the Yan Kingdom...

"It is rumored that there is a Martial Dao Great Master sitting in the town, which has been passed down for hundreds of years..."

Jiang Ming nodded secretly, no wonder that Mr. Liang was so powerful that day, he could not fight back all year round with the stones he hit, and the super family that has been passed down for hundreds of years may have more terrifying background than the royal family.

It has only been two hundred years since the royal family of the Yan Kingdom came to power...

"After I break through first-class, maybe I will leave Dayun Mansion and go outside for a walk. Maybe the capital city is a good place..." Jiang Ming thought to himself.

He has already won the first-class formulas from the Old Snake Gang, and with the help of various secret medicines, it is not a problem to practice step by step to become a first-class Practitioner.

However, as a first-class Practitioner, Jiang Ming still has no idea how to break through to Master Martial Dao... No one in Dayun Mansion can give him advice.

If you want to go to the next level, you have to leave this novice village and go outside to find opportunities.

Moreover, as the center of power of Dayan, the capital may have more information about repairing the Immortal World... This is what Jiang Ming values ​​more.

"Hey, great news, great news!" Someone walked into the tavern suddenly, and said with excited eyes: "It is rumored that someone saw the King of Medicine, just when he was about to catch him..."

The man was out of breath, and poured some tea.

"What's the matter, what the hell are you talking about!" The others said anxiously.

Then the man put down the teapot, and said with a chuckle: "The roots of the medicine king were actually pulled out from the soil, as if they had two feet, and they ran away without a trace..."

"What? How is it possible?"

"Who saw it...couldn't be eating poisonous mushrooms?"

"It's true, the people who entered the mountain are crazy... They all asked for help from the forces behind them..."

"Hey, this mess is getting worse... Poor those herb pickers who were taken away, caught in the middle of those high-spirited Practitioners, I heard that several of them have died..."

"How difficult the world is..."

The tavern was in chaos, and Jiang Ming was slightly startled... If this is true, then the King of Medicine's background is too great.

He thought of the fire mayfly again, and couldn't help but become more curious about the secrets deep in Yunmeng Mountain.

"But curiosity killed the cat, this time I'm afraid it will kill many people..."

Jiang Ming's eyes were calm. He suspected that once the news spread, it would attract more than just first-class Practitioners...

He is a second-rate weakling, let's play with wood honestly...

After drinking, Jiang Ming left quietly, went around the town to buy some rice, noodles, oil and salt, and then went back to his own small courtyard.

Passing by his house from a distance, Jiang Ming glanced at it indiscriminately. In the courtyard, a young girl was practicing Fist Technique profusely. It is estimated that it was given by those friends in Liehuzhuang.

"There shouldn't be any trouble, but this Life is more prosperous than mine..."

Jiang Ming smiled and left quietly...

...

Time flies, autumn is passing and winter is coming... There is a lot of snow, and the sky and the earth are white.

Under the eaves, Jiang Ming was wrapped in a thick leather jacket, sitting in front of the stove...sipping hot tea slowly.

Yu Asheng is just a little carpenter, so naturally he can't be naked in cold weather like a Practitioner... Although Jiang Ming is not a professional pretender, he still tries not to show his flaws.

However, although he didn't move, he still secretly operated the internal breathing method of the cowhide and tiger bone art, quietly tempering the muscles and veins of the flesh...

Martial Dao's journey is difficult and difficult. Even if Jiang Ming is a long-lived person, he still needs to practice diligently in order to go further.

Half a year later, he practiced for a few hours a day, and now he has achieved some results. His tendons are much tougher than usual, and his skin and flesh have also strengthened a lot...

Although there is still some distance from the second-rate Dacheng, a Practitioner below the second-rate, even with a sharp long knife, it is difficult to hurt him now.

"A few months have passed... the turmoil of the Medicine King has finally subsided."

Jiang Ming's eyes flickered. Since the Fire Cloud Grass appeared more and more frequently a few months ago, the forces pouring into Yunmeng Mountain Ze have also been wave after wave.

And after the news of the medicine king's long-legged escape came out, the entire Martial Dao world was detonated, and countless masters came.

There is even more news that Master Martial Dao really broke out in a battle in the mountains, destroying a large forest, like being hit by a meteorite...

"However, since the beginning of autumn, the number of Fire Cloud Grass has decreased rapidly. Now it seems that no one has picked it for half a month... But there is still no news that the Medicine King has been captured..."

"Could it be that the medicine king really became a spirit and escaped? Or was he quietly captured by some powerful force..."

"Anyway... this madman Jiang seems to be coming back from Fucheng..." Jiang Ming suddenly said to himself.

Since the number of Fire Cloud Grass has plummeted, those forces have receded like a tide, and even the herb collectors in the town have been released, but some people have disappeared in the mountains forever...

Carpenter Yu Asheng originally existed to avoid the troubles of the Medicine King, but now that the troubles are gone, there is no need to continue to maintain this vest.

In addition, if everything is peaceful, it doesn't matter if Jiang Ming's real body stays happy in the city.

But now the Cangshan Army is fighting more and more unfavorably, and the city is gradually becoming less peaceful, and it seems abnormal to stay any longer...

That night, the young man Yu Asheng quietly left Ping An Town with his bags and tools on his back.

As for whether it will be noticed by interested people, Jiang Ming is not worried at all.

In the past six months, the town has been in a mess, with too many people coming and going. Even the site where the old scar was burned to death was set up in tents to live there. The departure of a little carpenter is nothing what.

And since the weather turned cold, Yu Asheng's livelihood has been greatly reduced... He stays at home all day, and appears less and less in the town...

When it disappears quietly one day, it is estimated that only the grandparents on the left and right will ask a few questions, and no one cares about it other than that.

Zhu Shizhang might be even happier. The yard has been tidied up well, and it can be sold to others at a high price...

...

A few days after Yu Asheng disappeared, near the end of the new year, Jiang Dakuang took the carriage of Liehu Village back to Ping'an Town with big bags and small bags of New Year's goods.

"What a coincidence that you came back, something happened to the front line of the Cangshan Army!"

When Guan Feng met Jiang Ming, he said in a deep voice.

Jiang Ming took a look at him. This guy has been a dragon for more than a year. He hangs around with Wei Yan and those mysterious guys all day. It seems that the Cangshan Army is a big deal for the news that he can be so serious. Moldy.

"Is Cangshan King dead?" Jiang Ming guessed.

"That's not enough..." Guan Feng's head was full of black lines: "The cowhide blown by the Cangshan Army at the beginning of the year will enter the capital before the winter snow falls, but until now, they have not even entered the Jiangnan Mansion!"

"Just yesterday, the granary of the Cangshan Army suddenly caught fire, enough food and grass for a hundred thousand troops to feed for a month was burned..."

(end of this chapter)