"This man is too rough. He is tied up and scalded with boiling water, then he uses a bamboo broom to brush the bitter skin, and then he cuts off the meat and cooks it..."

"It's best to stew it directly in a big vat and roast it over fire..."

Jiang Ming couldn't listen any longer. He whistled to call the horses that had been tamed to their wits. He slashed each one with the ghost head knife and chopped them cleanly...

The isolated village was completely silent.

After finding the piles of bones behind the house, Jiang Ming dug a big pit, buried all the bones, and put up a wooden sign. He didn't know what it was about, so he simply didn't write anything. After spilling the wine to see him off, he rode away.

go……

He was alone, performing martial arts in the high mountains, standing on a dead bamboo, drifting along the river, astonishing all the fishermen on the riverside...

In a village called Yelang Village, Jiang Ming was acquainted with the master of the village. He worked as the second master for half a year. Following the heroes in the village, he robbed the rich and gave to the poor. He killed countless masters and robbed gold, silver, food and grass.

, quietly thrown into the households of poor people in villages and towns at night...

In my spare time, I also went to the Lingguang Temple in Yelang Village to become a lay disciple of a group... I collected incense from merchants and listened to their prayers that the food transportation would be safe and not be robbed by bandits.

"Ami, Buddha will bless you!"

Jiang Ming's eyes were gentle, and he followed the leader with a kind face to preside over, knocking the wooden fish and drawing circles on the master's head.

At night, the bald host took off his cassock, took out two big knives from under the bed, and one by one with Jiang Ming, he rode a fast horse with an evil look on his face and rushed down the official road at the foot of the mountain.

Under the moonlight, the bald head is shiny and reflective, as if it is wearing the sacred halo of Buddha...

…

"Finally arrived at Dongyuan Mansion!"

Jiang Ming breathed in the somewhat humid air and looked down from the mountains. A large city was crawling on the ground in front of him.

Further on, there is the endless ocean, which makes one feel relaxed and happy...

After walking and stopping for more than two years, Jiang Mingyu arrived here.

"We have reached our goal. It's time to celebrate and rest for another month..."

Jiang Ming patted his horse and headed towards the big city ahead...

Another year later.

Dongyuan Fucheng, a seaside middle school

Jiang Ming set up a stall, held a big pot, and cooked a seafood smorgasbord that opened his eyes to the young men and ladies from the city...

At sunset, he left the stall and returned to his hut with the money he earned today.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Ming took out a thin book from his arms and opened it. It contained many deeds he had observed in Dongyuan Prefecture over the past year.

"These families in Dongyuan Mansion seem to have had little movement in recent years..."

Jiang Mingnan, among the families who came back from Yunmengze, it seems that there is no family like the Chen family, where someone suddenly becomes a peak martial arts master, and no martial arts genius emerges...

"But this is normal. After all, it would be abnormal if everyone could grab a big opportunity!"

Jiang Ming shook his head and decided to put this matter aside for now and prepare to study the two volumes he got from the Chen family.

"Let's practice blood spiritual skills first..."

In the past few years, Jiang Ming has roughly gone over this technique several times, but he has never been in a hurry to practice it. Life is long anyway, so why rush it.

He opened the book "From Yunshan Ze" at one time and the chapter was not finished yet!

Chapter 100: First involvement in cultivating immortals

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"Blood Spirit Technique, a method that defies heaven and changes destiny in places where spiritual energy is exhausted, uses human blood as fire, burns and sacrifices to refine spiritual energy... There are two points in this method. One is that the refined energy can only be used for one's own cultivation, and the other is that

It consumes a lot of blood and energy, and non-martial arts masters should not practice it lightly..."

"Thanks to this shortcoming, otherwise Chen Dashan would have committed a shocking crime..." Jiang Ming said to himself.

But looking at Chen Dongfeng's last appearance, he was almost sucked in and fucked in just a few breaths... I'm afraid this technique is much more terrifying than the description.

Jiang Ming estimated that even a master of martial arts would be short-lived if he practiced this thing... Unless he was like Chen Dashan, who was really desperate... and wanted to rely on this method to break the bottleneck of martial arts, otherwise no one would dare to practice this.

"Speaking of it, it can be regarded as a forbidden technique, but it can be regarded as an immortal forbidden technique..." Jiang Ming's eyes flashed. If he practiced this technique, could he condense his spiritual energy and become an immortal?

"It's a pity that there is no immortal cultivation method..." Then he looked at him for a moment and sighed.
Chapter completed!