As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

On the calm sea, a fishing boat floated unhurriedly. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a small figure sat in the boat, like a dark statue.

"This rowing... is really a technical job!"

Jiang Ming's eyes were blank, and he let the fishing boat drift with the current.

The big families in Dongyuan Mansion are quiet, and Jiang Ming is too lazy to pay attention to them for the time being... He heard that there are many islands in the sea, so he wanted to buy a fishing boat and row to an uninhabited island slowly like a hermit On the road, he immersed himself in studying the blood spirit art, but he didn't expect to overestimate his own skills.

"It's really not easy to play a little more forcefully... I don't want to play anymore!"

Looking around, he didn't find any traces of ships... Jiang Ming simply threw away the oars, heaved blood in his hands, and slapped the sea behind him.

boom……

As the waves surged, the boat shot out like an arrow flying off the string, leaving a long white trail on the sea.

"Fortunately, the boat I bought is strong enough!"

Seeing that this method worked, Jiang Ming also became happy, and slapped the surface of the sea, like a rookie flopping in the swimming pool, heading towards the distance quickly...

After passing through many islands along the way, Jiang Ming finally found an isolated island with precipitous terrain and jagged rocks... There are also reefs faintly visible on the beach, and ordinary fishermen would never stop here.

"It's you!" Jiang Ming's eyes lit up.

Slowly rowing the fishing boat to the sea, Jiang Ming rolled over the boat directly, holding the boat with both hands, blood burst out from under his feet, and even the man and the boat jumped up, spanning tens of feet, and landed on a shallow beach.

Boom!

Jiang Ming put the boat down and began to move things out of the cabin:

Tea and rice noodles, salted dried fruit, story books, axes and iron hoes, rice and vegetable seeds...

Cultivation belongs to cultivation, and the joys of life are indispensable. You can designate a piece of land by yourself, drink tea, cook, and plow the fields. You don’t have to worry about your livelihood or your future... This kind of small life is really not too comfortable.

"No anxiety, no introversion, no insomnia... This is the comfort of longevity..."

After hiding the boat and finding a cave to store all kinds of items, Jiang Ming began to inspect the isolated island, and suddenly felt like he was Robinson Crusoe...

After a few days, Jiang Ming chose a place with water and shade on a hillside in the island, and cut wood to build a sturdy log cabin. Then he put all the things in and made some tables and chairs. The bed is considered to be initially settled down.

"Hey... we immortals, just stand out and don't worry!" Jiang Ming reclined on the rocking chair he made, drinking tea slowly.

Spend another half a month cultivating farmland and planting crops, and jumping into the sea naked when bored, catching fish and making soup...

"Another calm day!"

One morning, Jiang Ming got up with bare buttocks and stretched his waist. Looking at the cloudless sky, he finally decided to start practicing blood spiritual skills.

Although Jiang Ming did not cultivate immortality, based on his experience of eating mutated medicinal materials and Chen Dongfeng's performance... this so-called spiritual energy also has a huge effect on nourishing blood energy and tempering the body.

"If the physical body can continue to be strengthened, even the spells of the immortal cultivators can't break through my defense... Wouldn't it be possible to compare with the immortal cultivators as a warrior?"

Jiang Ming said to himself, thinking that this is not impossible... But this road is probably a lot of shackles, otherwise, if the cultivator who died in Yunmeng Mountain marsh, if he used this method to strengthen his body when the spiritual energy gushed out, he would not be afraid What grandmaster siege?

"Anyway... let's practice first!"

Anyway, his physical body is far from reaching its peak now, and the realm of the master is not so easy to break through... The only way to improve his strength is to strengthen his physical body.

Thinking back to the method of breathing and the art of blood energy circulation in the Blood Spirit Art, Jiang Ming immediately began to try to practice...

For the first time, no aura was born!

The second time, it failed.

the third time……

The old god Jiang Ming is here, and he is not in a hurry. He is confident about his aptitude, and he has to rely on forbidden techniques to practice martial arts faster than those talented warriors.

This blood spiritual skill is obviously beyond the scope of martial arts. It belongs to the thaumaturgy of an immortal cultivator. If he can quickly comprehend it with his aptitude, then unless the sun came out from the west...

"Ten times...Okay, try again tomorrow!" Jiang Ming drew on the ground, rested and lay down as soon as the time came, and dangled to water his vegetable seedlings.

After more than a month...

In the early morning of this day, Jiang Ming sat cross-legged on a smooth boulder on the edge of the cliff, and the waves below slapped the cliff, making a loud crash.

"It's the tenth time again..."

Jiang Ming is familiar with the road, just like the process of walking, half of his buttocks are ready to lift up, and he will leave immediately when the time is up.

hum~

Suddenly, a strange and familiar force was born in his body.

Jiang Ming sat back on his butt immediately, with a look of surprise on his face: "It's done?"

"This is... aura?"

A lock of Jiang Ming's hair was slightly gray, and then recovered quickly, as if nothing had happened.

And his focus is on a trace of strange power born in the body, which is almost the same as the smell of the mutated medicinal material back then, but it is more pure and contains almost no trace of impurities.

Jiang Ming tried to use this trace of spiritual energy to accumulate a mass of blood energy, which immediately shrunk the mass of blood energy several times, but it became more condensed, and the power contained in it became much stronger...

"This is the blood energy that was tempered to the limit by the mutated medicinal materials back then, and now it can transform again!"

Jiang Ming is overjoyed, doesn't this mean that his strength can be greatly improved again...

"In this world... is there really a way to sanctify the flesh?"

Jiang Ming couldn't help being suspicious. He suddenly remembered the legend about Wuhou Zhou Pingshi after the turmoil of Xianyuan. There was news that he wanted to use martial arts to master the gods, break the ceiling of the peak of the master, and break through to a higher level.

"Perhaps... Marquis Wu followed a similar path?"

Jiang Ming's heart was shocked. Marquis Wu planned the bloody murder case. If he got the greatest benefits from the fairy cave, he might be able to take that step...

Break through the shackles of the master with martial arts and stand above the master!

"These geniuses are really enviable!"

Jiang Ming sighed, how could he be like me, with no talent or aptitude... Only by relying on forbidden techniques to open and hang, can he barely survive.

"You have achieved success in your practice, today you should congratulate... you won't practice anymore!" He used up the sliver of aura he had cultivated, shook his arms and kicked his legs, and went back to the wooden house with his hands behind his back...

"The Blood Spirit Art has been completed... It's time to study another ancient book!"

Back in the house, he added more firewood to boil the tea, and baked two stolen turtle eggs by the stove. Jiang Ming took out the Essay on Cultivation of Immortals that Chen Dongfeng studied back then, and read it from the beginning.

In the middle of the night, the bright moon rises from the sea.

In the wooden house, Jiang Ming closed the ancient book, his face was calm.

He has actually read this ancient book several times, but the content in it is too fragmented and random, so Jiang Ming can only read it over and over again, guessing every time, guessing the experience of the owner of the essay.

"Looking at the contents of this booklet, this cultivator should be majoring in alchemy and minor in talisman making... Except for several formulas of elixirs and talismans, the distribution of some medicinal materials in mountains and rivers, and a low-level fireball technique. , that is, how many pills you have practiced every day, how many spirit stones you have sold, how many spirit stones you have handed over to the boss...there are not many other things..."

"It seems that he is also a very hard-working social animal in the world of cultivating immortals..."

"However, according to the scattered records, it can be inferred that the place where the cultivator once stayed should be a place where casual cultivators gather, and there is no great sect..."

"However, he mentioned the Chisong Snowfield. I don't know if he entered by mistake looking for medicine, or to avoid the enemy. In short, he came to this world..."

Jiang Ming couldn't help guessing, could it be that Chisong Xueyuan...is the gateway to the world of cultivating immortals?

As for the place where the cultivator stayed, and how far it was from the Chisong Snowfield, there was no news...

Jiang Ming shook his head. There is too little information in this booklet, so we can only gradually collect more information in the future...

Anyway, don't rush for a while, first explore the way ahead clearly, and then go to the world of cultivating immortals to be safe.

"Let's study this fireball technique."

Jiang Ming didn't look at the pills and talismans, both of which require a lot of spiritual material formulas, and the refining process requires the assistance of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy refined by the Blood Spiritual Art can only be used for self-cultivation, not for refining Medicine talisman.

"It's a pity that Chen Dongfeng has a lot of ambitions, but it's just a waste of research..."

Jiang Ming had already browsed through Chen Dongfeng's yellow papers, which recorded his research on these alchemy recipes and several kinds of talismans, and he even wanted to study and try to refine them himself.

And there is no spiritual energy in this world, even though Chen Dongfeng tried thousands of methods, he couldn't cultivate any kind of thing...

However, Jiang Ming also understood his thoughts. Fireball, an immortal cultivation technique, required a large amount of spirit energy, and it was the last thing normal warriors dared to try.

On the contrary, those pills and talismans, if they can find some substitute materials and practice them into the same or even semi-finished products, they may be enough to give them an astonishing boost...

It's a pity that Chen Dongfeng underestimated the alchemy talismans in the world of cultivating immortals, and none of them were successfully developed.

"However, although he failed, he can learn from various medicinal materials and material processing and proportioning experience when he returns to land. If he really gets involved in alchemy and talisman making in the future, he can also lay some foundations..."

Being a doctor can sew banana peels to practice hands, I think this alchemy talisman is similar...

After Jiang Ming thought for a moment, he temporarily put these two skills of cultivating immortals behind him and concentrated on studying the fireball technique.

"Although the fireball technique is the lowest level of immortal cultivation techniques, the power of spiritual fire contained in it is beyond the ability of ordinary warriors to resist. I just don't know if it will be suppressed by the world..."

Jiang Ming pondered for a moment, but decided to practice it first, so what about suppression, can it crush me to death?

"However, without cultivating immortal skills, the spiritual energy produced by the sacrifice of blood energy alone may be a bit difficult to practice..."

But what Jiang Ming is most afraid of is difficulties. If he can't practice in a day or two, in a year or two...or even in ten or twenty years...

"Blood Spirit Art, Fireball Art... go hand in hand!"

After setting a training plan, Jiang Ming began to practice these two methods of cultivating immortals every day.

In addition, Jiang Ming did not stop at the introduction of martial arts. He practiced various boxing and saber techniques every day, and various martial arts skills became more and more refined...

He slaughtered several martial arts families, collected a lot of formulas and martial arts, and coupled with the formulas collected by the "unnamed person" over the years, Jiang Ming now has a wide variety of martial arts methods, and now he just has time to sort them out At once, incorporate it into your own martial arts system.

In his spare time, Jiang Ming grows vegetables and flowers around the house...Occasionally he goes fishing in the sea, and spends a few days playing as a white strip in the waves...

...

Time flies, and the moss on the wooden house is getting thicker and thicker.

The wooden boat hidden on the shore is slowly decaying...

Eight years later.

Seaside cliffs.

Jiang Ming looked leisurely, dressed in a tattered dress, and stood up.

"Have you finally reached the end of your training..."

Since two years ago, the progress of tempering the blood energy and the flesh body with the spiritual energy refined by the blood spiritual exercise has been getting slower and slower... until today, it is finally difficult to make any progress.

He clenched his fist, and his current strength was more than ten times stronger than when he came to the isolated island at the beginning of the year. If he fought with Chen Dongfeng again, he might be smashed to pieces with one punch.

"Even a grandmaster can't compare to me in terms of pure blood condensing..."

Jiang Ming murmured, the realm of martial arts of him now is comparable to that of Chen Dongfeng back then, and even further, the artistic conception of martial arts is incomparably profound, and blood energy changes with his heart, but the same, he still can't take that last step.

"The quantitative change has reached its limit, but the final qualitative change needs an opportunity, which cannot be achieved by just sitting down..."

"It's time to leave!"

He put a few important books in his arms, glanced back at the wooden house on the isolated island, the large farmland around it, and the big turtle lying in the distance slowly basking in the sun, shook his head, then turned and left.

A beautiful and peaceful life is only short-lived after all...

After many years, I don't know when I will come back... Maybe I will never come back again.

The boat on the shore was rotten, and Jiang Ming didn't build another one. After approaching the shoal, he jumped up...and landed steadily on the sea surface. force.

A half-step master, the use of blood energy has reached a state of perfection.

He stepped on the top of the waves, walking on the sea as if walking on flat ground, striding forward. Every step he took, he moved sideways for tens of feet, dragging a white mark behind him, and quickly approached the coast...

...

In the early morning, the world was pitch black.

Only the thin moonlight reflects some waves on the sea.

On the beach, several fishermen are arranging their nets, preparing for today's fishing trip.

A fisherman packed up his things and was about to board the boat, when he suddenly saw a small black spot on the sea in the distance, approaching quickly.

"Sharks? Seagulls? They don't even look alike..."

He murmured, seeing the black dot getting faster and faster and coming towards this side, he quickly called out to other fishermen, "Look, what is that?"

Hearing the words, everyone hurriedly looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a white wave mark trailing a long trail on the extremely dark sea, like a white lightning, shooting towards the coast rapidly.

"Is it a fishing boat? Impossible, sharks are not so fast..."

Everyone was in shock, they had never seen such a scene after fishing for so many years.

However, soon, horrified expressions appeared on their faces.

I saw that white mark approaching the shore, and the black spot in front of the white mark became more and more clear, and it vaguely looked...it turned out to be a person.

"This, how is this possible..."

All the fishermen were frightened and dumbfounded, watching the figure stepping on the sea. In the blink of an eye, they were approaching the beach. When their feet stepped on the water, they moved like birds and landed on the water. ashore.

A big man with vicissitudes was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, but his eyes were like torches, shining brightly in the darkness.

He glanced at these fishermen and said calmly, "What's the age?"

A few fishermen stammered, thinking that they had encountered an immortal from the outside world, a bold one said tremblingly:

"Reporting to the Immortal, this is the Great Yan Dynasty, and this year is the fifteenth year of Jinglong!"

"Huh? The Kingdom of Yan hasn't been destroyed yet?" Jiang Ming was amazed.

The fisherman quickly bowed and said: "I would like to tell the gods that the Feiyun Army, the Qingxuan Army and the Xiaoyan Kingdom are now three-legged forces...there have been conquests for several years, and the world has been in chaos until now, and there has been no peace."

"I see……"

Jiang Ming was thoughtful, and left without looking back...

8000 is still enough, counting last night...nothing to say...ask for a monthly pass as usual!