As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Time flies, half a year later in the blink of an eye.

The turmoil at Sancai had long since ended, and the law enforcement team had conveniently destroyed Xiaojingtang, recovered a large amount of "dirty things", distributed some gold, silver and jewelry to Sancai's family and widows, and the matter was settled.

Jiang Ming's life also returned to calm...

"This alchemy technique is really beyond the reach of ordinary casual practitioners..."

In the small courtyard, Jiang Ming also let out a long sigh when he looked at the smudged black and vicissitudes of the small medicine cauldron in front of him.

It took him half a year and at least a hundred spirit stones to refine the first batch of Qi-returning pills a few days ago.

Ten Huiqi Pills are of average quality, and the market price should be ten spirit stones... The cost of each furnace of medicinal materials is about two and a half spirit stones, which at first glance seems to be a terrifyingly high profit.

"But in alchemy, the most important thing is the alchemy rate... Only a high enough alchemy rate can be called a qualified alchemist."

Jiang Ming shook his head helplessly. After the first furnace was smelted, he smelted more than a dozen more furnaces, and only today did he smelt the second furnace.

This alchemy rate is less than one percent...

Changing to an ordinary casual cultivator, the underpants that had been paid for a long time ago were gone, even Jiang Ming felt a little distressed.

"Fortunately, I don't have any worries about my lifespan, so I can slowly increase the alchemy rate... Otherwise, whoever lets me learn alchemy, who the fuck is definitely my mortal enemy!"

He finally understood that this alchemy is a tool for the old men to snowball, and it is also a golden cave for poor casual cultivators... No wonder there are so few alchemists in Xiaoqianshan, who can afford it for ordinary people.

Jiang Ming played with the milky white Huiqi Pill in his hand, and suddenly felt that this world is very similar to anywhere, no matter what he wants to do or learn, only the Romans can play it...

What kind of bullshit is a noble son from a poor family, I bah...

After complaining for a while, Jiang Mingcai took out another batch of medicinal materials from the storage ring, and was about to start refining the next furnace.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Jiang Ming raised his head and looked under the big tree where many things were buried.

A familiar breath suddenly appeared in his perception.

"Good guy...you finally woke up?"

Jiang Ming put down the herbs, strode to the tree, and carefully dug a hole.

In the pit, a chubby white radish stretched out its limbs and thrashed slowly, as if it had just woken up, still a little confused.

This white radish is obviously the king of medicine that Jiang Ming brought out from the mortal world back then.

Back then, this little thing almost died in the ordinary world. After Jiang Ming came to the world of cultivating immortals, he poured a lot of spiritual power into it, but he couldn't wake it up, so he could only bury it in his small courtyard, hugging the dead horse The mentality of being a living horse doctor.

"Almost forgot about you..."

Jiang Ming muttered, picked it up from the pit, and checked it left and right several times.

It seems to be fatter than before, and the features on the face are clearer, but it still looks a little dull and cute...

"It seems that you, Bai Tuanzi, are still suitable for growing up in the world of cultivating immortals... But don't run around, if you are captured, you might be sliced ​​into pieces!"

Jiang Ming rubbed its fiery red blade of grass, and threw it back to the ground.

In the four or five years since he came to Xiaoqian Mountain, Jiang Ming read a lot of miscellaneous books, and accidentally learned that this medicine king should be something called a "miraculous medicine".

The supernatural medicine is a mutated type of spiritual medicine. Although it is a plant, it can move freely like an animal and give birth to spiritual wisdom...

However, apart from looking bluffing, this thing is not much more effective than ordinary elixir, and it also likes to eat elixir. In the world of cultivating immortals, it is almost treated as a pest. Once this thing appears in the spiritual field Must be eradicated immediately.

It is said that in the elixir field of Lingzhitang, a plant appeared decades ago, and when it was discovered, it had gnawed several acres of elixir fields...

And the only special use that has been discovered is that it can be ground into powder and added to pills, which can improve the yield and quality of some pills. It is considered a rare material, and it can be worth some money to alchemists... …

"I think it's for this purpose that I have been sending little monks to fight for the King of Medicine all the time in Fire Lotus Valley. Maybe there are other purposes, but it's not recorded in the book."

Jiang Ming said to himself, then turned his eyes: "Speaking of which, my alchemy rate is also a bit low..."

At the feet, the white dumpling was writhing wildly on the grass, when suddenly his body froze, as if he felt a chill...

"Forget it, I finally have a companion brought out from my hometown, I'd better not be so cruel!"

Jiang Ming smiled, and leaned over to look at the little guy. His mouth in his facial features could be slightly opened, and he was gnawing on the weeds on the ground.

"Follow me well, I, Jiang Ming, will never starve you!" Jiang Ming said angrily, took out a golden ginseng from the storage ring, and threw it to Bai Tuanzi.

These words seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made Bai Tuanzi's chubby body tighten, and then he was attracted by the aroma of spiritual ginseng, and rushed forward to chew on it...

Jiang Ming nodded in satisfaction, and a thought suddenly came to his mind: "Although the effect of this miraculous medicine is not very powerful, but I heard that it can live for a long time, maybe it will be of some use in the future..."

This idea disappeared in a flash, and Jiang Ming didn't give any hope. Having a companion who can live long enough is already something worth celebrating...

"Speaking of congratulations, I have successfully refined two furnaces of Huiqi Pills, and I haven't found anyone to congratulate yet..." Jiang Ming stretched his waist, picked out a few elixir plants for Bai Tuanzi to eat, and told it to stay at home, So Shi Shi ran out of the courtyard.

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Yuqiong Tower.

"You really made it..." Feng He looked at the Huiqi Pill in his palm, with a look of surprise on his face: "How about the success rate?"

Jiang Ming smiled awkwardly: "Less than 10%..."

"Hey……"

Feng He shook his head: "Only when you improve to more than 40% can you earn money... If you spend this time on cultivation, maybe you have broken through to the late stage of Qi training."

Although Feng He is not an alchemist, but he has been in Xiaoqianshan for a long time, but he also knows how difficult it is. It will take several years for many alchemists to increase the alchemy rate by 10%...

When he said this, he was already reminding Jiang Ming not to make a big mistake because of a small one.

"Sigh, Senior Brother Feng, you don't know... With my talent, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through to the late stage of Qi training in this life. It's useless to spend a lot of energy. Maybe the fifth level of Qi training will be over... If not, How could I get involved in alchemy..."

Jiang Ming let out a long sigh, and rambled on... Pooh, he talked about a lot of difficulties in cultivation, and finally said with a lonely look in his eyes: "Stop talking, drink and drink!"

Feng He paused, then sighed, his eyes softened a lot, and he drank with Jiang Ming.

From this day on, the news that Jiang Ming switched to alchemy because of his lack of talent in cultivating immortals gradually spread throughout Lingzhi Hall...

Inexplicably, the relationship between Jiang Ming and everyone in Lingzhitang seemed to be much more harmonious.

There were even a few immortal cultivators who also mastered the profound mist and rain technique, but they always disliked the rising star Jiang Ming, and they didn't say a few words at ordinary times...

After learning that Jiang Ming had given up on the immortal journey, their attitude towards Jiang Ming suddenly became much better. They would say hello if they had nothing to do, and would take care of some small things.

"Everywhere in this Jianghu has the same taste..."

Jiang Ming received 10% more spiritual rice seeds for free from the Lingzhi Hall, and went back to Xiaoqingfeng with a smile.

Back then when he first entered Lingzhi Church, he was the master of the advanced mist and rain technique, which made some people feel threatened, and also made some people jealous...

But Jiang Ming, who gave up and continued to cultivate immortality, is no longer enough to be the opponent of those people... The current Jiang Ming is just a minor repairer who has mastered the advanced mist and rain technique, which is useful to Ling Zhitang, but not enough to make people feel threatened.

A person who is not competitive, but has some small skills... Such a colleague is naturally liked by everyone, and he is very popular everywhere.

"This is the art of fishing, the essence of lying flat..."

Jiang Ming was in a happy mood, humming a little tune and went back to Xiaoqing Peak, throwing the spiritual rice seeds to the group of mortals.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, let it rain again..." Lao Guzi ran from a distance and said with a smile.

"Have you saved enough room money?" Jiang Ming asked casually seeing the unconcealable joy on his face.

"Hey...how can it be!" Lao Guzi sighed, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Ming didn't ask too many questions. After a while, Lao Guzi couldn't help it anymore, and said with a smile on his own initiative:

"However, I may be able to live in the cave soon... The high-level officials of Xiaoqianshan ordered that in order to accommodate more casual cultivators, if there are not enough spirit stones, you can buy the cave!"

Jiang Ming was taken aback for a moment, and his expression became strange.

Old Guzi continued to happily say: "No wonder he can become a great monk, his brain is so flexible... The cave I'm looking at, as long as I hand in fifty spirit stones first, and then hand in five spirit stones every year as required After sixty years, you can get the title deed of the cave!"

"What a talent..."

Jiang Ming admired sincerely, this talent really shines everywhere.

"But this little Qianshan is accumulating so much money, is there any big move?"

Jiang Ming thought in his heart, he was a little more vigilant, if there was anything wrong, he would slip away immediately.

"Hopefully, I'm overthinking."

To be honest, he feels that Xiaoqianshan is quite comfortable. If there are no accidents, it is not impossible to live here until the end of time. Every one or two hundred years, he will change his identity and continue to live...

After the rain was applied to Lao Guzi, the new neighbor Xu Ren warmly invited Jiang Ming to his house for dinner.

Jiang Ming picked up a jug of wine and headed happily... He felt that this little guy was a bit like Ah Fei back then, and he was very enthusiastic about life. Chatting together made him, an old guy, feel a lot younger.

After returning home and teasing Bai Tuanzi for a while, Jiang Ming continued his alchemy career.

"Only when I have mastered alchemy can I gain a foothold in this world of cultivating immortals!"

No matter where you wander in the future, with this skill, you can make a low-key meal no matter where you are... Otherwise, if you only rely on crowdfunding to make money, you will fall down one day.

Boom...

Another puff of black smoke rose, and a white dumpling rolled happily on the grass, Jiang Ming kicked it aside angrily.

"You white radish, if you laugh at me again, I will train you too..."

After practicing all afternoon, another six or seven furnaces of medicinal materials were wasted, and Jiang Ming's face was completely black...

"Fuck your grandma!" Jiang Ming kicked the medicine cauldron down, and decided not to make alchemy within three days, but to start practicing the newly acquired spells.

What are you laying flat on, I'm going to secretly roll you to death...

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Day by day, practice, rain, alchemy...

Fifteen years flew by.

It has been twenty years since Jiang Ming came to Xiaoqian Mountain.

For the cultivators, it was just a blink of an eye, and Xiaoqianshan was still the same as it was fifteen years ago, only more lively.

Although it is a gathering place for casual cultivators, the threshold of Xiaoqian Mountain was not low back then. It is difficult for minor cultivators in the early stage of Qi training to survive here, and the main force is in the middle stage of Qi training.

But today's peaks are full of casual practitioners of the first and second floors of Qi training, living in large and small caves. Although the spiritual energy is thin, they have a place to stay.

"Old Guzi, you can't build your body with all your strength..."

At the entrance of a simple courtyard, Jiang Ming warned.

"I know, I know..." Lao Guzi's body is bent, his head is full of white hair, only ten years have passed, he seems to be thirty years older, his clothes are extremely shabby, his whole body exudes a decayed smell of dying, his eyes are also Much duller.

"You give me another ten days, just ten days..." Lao Guzi begged.

Jiang Ming stared at Lao Guzi for a long time, then sighed, and said in a low voice: "Old Guzi, you and I have a good friendship...but the rules are the rules, if you still can't pay the rain money these few times after ten days, Then I will take away your one-acre harvest of spiritual rice!"

Lao Guzi froze, and quickly wanted to say something, but Jiang Ming had already turned and left.

Lao Guzi stood there blankly, a moment later, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes came out of the courtyard, frowned and said, "Father, you have a good relationship with that man, why is he so ruthless..."

"Alas!" Lao Guzi sighed, "In the past few years, the friendship between our family and Brother Jiang has almost been exhausted..."

He suddenly regretted that living in the cave in advance didn't seem to be a good thing. The imaginary planting the land and handing in the spirit stones on time was not the case at all in practice...

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "In the world of immortality, only cultivation has the greatest right to speak. He is just a small cultivator who is stuck in the fifth level of Qi training. When I break through to the late stage of Qi training, he still has to beg to do things for us... ..."

Old Guzi was taken aback, quickly blocked his son's mouth, and said in a low voice: "Why are you crazy... He is the only alchemist in Lingzhitang now. If you can take our land away, don’t talk nonsense..."

The middle-aged man was full of resentment, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

...

On the mountain road, Jiang Ming's eyes were calm. It wasn't that he was cruel, but that in this small thousand mountains, being too kind would only cause trouble.

In the chaos, there are even more rules. Xiao Qianshan's rule is that he must never show weakness or kindness...

"Master Jiang, good morning!"

I saw some acquaintances along the way, and they all greeted Jiang Ming politely.

Jiang Ming smiled and responded one by one. Fifteen years later, his alchemy has finally improved a lot. The success rate of several basic pills such as Huiqi Dan and Jinxue Dan has finally increased to more than 50%. The famous alchemist...

Although his cultivation base is "low", and he has Ling Zhitang as his backer, there is nothing unreasonable and dares to trouble him.

Occasionally, there were a few small troubles, but it was not a big deal. It was just that Jiang Ming sprinkled inorganic fertilizers on the field a few times, and the harvest of Lingmi was better...

"Jiang Ming... drink at night!"

Suddenly, Duan Ping flew over with a rotten iron sword dangling.

Ever since Feng He dangled around on a rotten flying sword, the entire Lingzhi Hall was gradually infected. Even the head of the hall, Huang Chu, found a rotten sword from nowhere, and rode through the market every day.

"Our Lingzhi Church has a newcomer, another advanced Misty Rain Technique..."

"Oh? It's a happy event, it's time to drink!"

Jiang Ming said with a smile, he was happy to see the results, the more masters of land farming came, the easier his work would be, even though he didn't have much work at first...

But when he arrived at Yuqiong Pavilion, he discovered that the newcomer this time was actually a woman.

"I'm He Xiaowan, practicing Qi at the fifth level, please take care of me..."

This is a woman in a purple dress, her words and deeds are extremely chic, like a heroine.

But Jiang Ming didn't care about these, but found that this woman was also hiding her cultivation...