As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

In the green brick courtyard, Lu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Ming who was practicing boxing, and for a moment seemed to have forgotten that he had to go out.

After a while, Jiang Ming finished a set of boxing, stood up with his hands back, and asked with a smile: "Old man Lu, how about my boxing?"

Only then did Lu Qingfeng come back to his senses, his eyes were filled with amazement, and he said, "Although Brother Yan's boxing skills are ordinary, his aura surpasses many young people I've seen. I am afraid that the old warriors will not be left behind."

"Are you a martial artist?" Lu Qingfeng tentatively asked, he didn't believe that someone who could perform such a set of punches would be an ordinary person.

"Probably!" Jiang Ming nodded with a smile, then sighed, "But now I'm a little distressed, and I can't see the way forward."

Jiang Ming told the truth. After all, after the foundation of martial arts was established, he found that the road ahead was almost cut off, and it was difficult to continue on.

If not, he would not have made up his mind to stay in this small Qingshui City...

Lu Qingfeng had a clear look on his face, and nodded with the attitude of someone who has experienced it: "It's normal for young people to be distressed, we must persevere, and Brother Yan will definitely have a great achievement in the future..."

"Hey, I just couldn't persevere back then, so I ended up setting up a stall on the street." Lu Qingfeng stretched his arms and kicked his legs, looking joking.

However, Jiang Ming could see that the old man seemed to be joking, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a trace of loneliness and complexity, but he just didn't want to show it.

"Don't brag, old Lu... You didn't even sense your blood!" Lu Xiaoyu walked out of the house, mercilessly debunking his grandfather.

"Then why don't you feel it?" Lu Qingfeng blew his beard and stared at being exposed.

"Hmph, this girl is accumulating a lot..." Lu Xiaoyu said without blushing, and before Lu Qingfeng whipped her ass with a wooden spoon, he jumped and ran out of the yard yelling.

But Lu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Ming, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to want to say something, but finally suppressed the impulse, and silently pushed the wooden cart out to set up a stall.

Jiang Ming didn't take it seriously, and after closing his eyes to rest and meditate for a while, he continued to fight another set of punches. The seemingly ordinary punches were all integrated with his understanding of martial arts, trying to integrate and consolidate what he had learned for more than two hundred years. The foundation of martial arts.

The so-called foundation-building realm, the most important thing is to build a solid foundation, pay attention to precipitation and accumulation, it is the cornerstone of the future avenue, whether it is immortal or martial arts, the stronger the foundation-building foundation, the future will be able to walk on this road higher and farther...

After a while, Lu Xiaoyu sneaked back, took the iron sword from the room and ran out, Jiang Ming pretended not to notice, and went about his own business.

...

As the days passed, Jiang Ming's life in this mortal town gradually settled down, and he understood why the grandfather and grandson were so busy every day.

In this Qingshui City, the only way to get ahead is to become a warrior.

The martial arts skills here seem to be not uncommon. They have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and many people have fragmented martial arts skills. That's enough for most people.

But practicing martial arts is not easy, and requires a lot of meat to supplement nutrition, especially in this remote and barren town, it is difficult for the poor to have enough resources to support martial arts training. Only a few forces such as the Black Horse Gang can train martial artists regardless of the cost. .

And the old man Lu gets up early every day to work late every day, just to save some money and buy monster meat from the black horse gang that can nourish the body, so that his granddaughter can feel the blood smoothly...

But Lu Xiaoyu didn't want her grandfather to work too hard. Every day after work, he practiced swords and kung fu in the mountains outside the city, trying to use this way of hard work to sense the blood.

However, old man Lu was afraid that Lu Xiaoyu's body would be damaged by training like this, so he kept objecting. Lu Xiaoyu couldn't resist, so he could only go outside the city to practice secretly...

And Jiang Ming would give Lu Xiaoyu some pointers on his cultivation after tea and dinner, and by the way, taught her the "Fu Hu Fist" that he had improved.

Back then in the ordinary world, the first serious martial art he practiced was Fuhu Fist, but it was only an incomplete method. Excessive practice was extremely harmful to the body. After being improved by Jiang Ming, it would no longer hurt the body, and It has a considerable auxiliary effect on improving blood gas and sensing blood gas.

There are still some small flaws... If you practice too much and consume too much energy, you will be extremely hungry, but the damage to your body is almost gone, so this small flaw is nothing.

...

"Brother Yan, the crouching tiger boxing you taught me is really powerful. After practicing, my strength seems to be getting stronger day by day."

On this day, Lu Xiaoyu ran home and said happily.

Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, formidable is powerful, after all, I built a solid martial arts foundation, and improved a novice-level kung fu, so it's not just a matter of pinching it with my hands...

But...it shouldn't be that strong, after only a few days of practice, it's getting stronger day by day.

"How many times do you practice a day?" Jiang Ming suddenly remembered something and asked.

"When you're busy at work, you don't have much time left, so you can only practice five or six times!" Lu Xiaoyu's face was blank: "When you're not busy, maybe more than ten or twenty times, I haven't counted carefully..."

"Did you eat any nourishing food like monster meat on the way?"

"Where is there any meat, it would be nice to have a few mouthfuls of dry biscuits!" Lu Xiaoyu said speechlessly.

"This..." Jiang Ming was shocked.

In his estimate, this new version of Fuhu Fist should be exhausted after an ordinary person practices it three or four times...

He looked at Lu Xiaoyu in surprise, what's wrong with you, little girl?

"Did I meet the son of luck?"

Jiang Ming couldn't understand it anymore. He pressed Lu Xiaoyu's shoulder, and his spiritual power circulated in her body, but he didn't see anything unusual, but this girl's body was indeed much stronger than before practicing Fuhu Fist.

"The aptitude for cultivating immortals is really mediocre. Does this little girl have any martial arts aptitude against the sky? However, I don't have any magic formula to detect the aptitude of martial arts..."

Jiang Ming was extremely curious about Lu Xiaoyu's situation, but there was nothing he could do now.

But with Lu Xiaoyu's situation, there is definitely something wrong with her physique...

"With such a strange physique, if you keep going on the martial arts path, maybe you can really practice it to an unimaginable level in the future..."

"This...that's justified!" Jiang Ming pretended to be calm, and patted her on the shoulder: "But there is still a long way to go, keep practicing hard, maybe one day, you will be able to sense blood..."

"Okay!" Lu Xiaoyu was full of fighting spirit, he held up the iron sword and danced twice in the courtyard, and then quickly threw it into the corner of the house.

...

After more than two months, Lu Xiaoyu suddenly sensed blood energy.

"you……"

Hearing Lu Xiaoyu's confession, Lu Qingfeng's mind didn't turn the corner for a while.

I didn't practice my own martial arts skills... Instead, I practiced other people's skills, feeling bloody?

It's short... make it up tomorrow