As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

"My name is Zhao Hong. I have never learned martial arts, but I am very strong. I beg Master Li to accept me..."

A thin young man said respectfully, and handed over two taels of silver to the burly man with gray temples in front of him.

The old god Jiang Ming sat on a grand teacher's chair, smiled and did not move, while Wang Ji beside him hurriedly stepped forward to take the money, and said in a solemn voice:

"Master collects money from you not for making money, but for the equipment and secret medicines you need to practice martial arts on a daily basis, and you need money to buy them..."

"I understand, I understand, thank you senior brother for your guidance!"

Zhao Hong nodded and bowed respectfully, and offered Jiang Ming some tea before standing aside.

Jiang Ming taught Zhao Hong and other newly recruited disciples the basic training method of Fuhu Fist. After saying something casually, he got up and left.

"Zhao Hong..."

In the secret room, Jiang Ming chanted the name in his heart, and his expression was a little strange.

This Zhao Hong was that strange man who was suspected of cultivating immortals back then. He had worked on the dock for ten years, keeping a low profile and not causing trouble, and seemed to be planning to live for a long time.

Therefore, Jiang Ming also prepared many places for Zhao Hong, such as the blacksmith shop, the hunting animal village, and the medicine hall and medical center, all of which are available...

I didn't expect to come here to learn martial arts in the end.

"It's really interesting for a cultivator to come here to learn martial arts!"

"But no matter what, it still fell into my pot, and it's not a waste of effort..."

Jiang Ming smiled. He had sensed the aura in Zhao Hong's body through his super sense just now. He was indeed an immortal cultivator, but his aura seemed not much stronger than his own. He should be a rookie in the early stage of Qi training.

And over the years, Jiang Ming's practice of sealing and sealing has achieved initial results. After using it on himself, he can perfectly seal his own aura without leaking it...but he is not afraid that the rookie on the other side will find out anything.

"Could it be something wrong with his body? Or he dare not return to the world of cultivating immortals... Want to learn martial arts to make a living?"

Jiang Ming guessed in his heart, but there was no result, so he simply gave up guessing. Since this guy fell into his martial arts gym, he would have plenty of time to talk slowly.

"Don't be too impatient, you have to be patient when fishing..."

Jiang Ming's eyes were calm, and he continued to close his eyes and began to practice. Although the spiritual energy refined by the blood spirit exercise was thinner and thinner compared to the third level of Qi training, it was still better than nothing.

In this world, being able to cultivate is not bad, how can I ask for so much...

"If you go to the world of cultivating immortals, you should be able to improve your cultivation speed." Jiang Ming murmured.

No wonder there are almost no immortal cultivators in this world. Even without the terrifying rules of the world, no one would want to come to this place where spiritual energy is exhausted...

Previously, Jiang Ming wanted to go all the way to the ninth level of Qi training, and then go to the world of cultivating immortals, but judging from the current progress of cultivation, even if it takes a few more decades, it will be like the fifth or sixth level of Qi training at most. Breaking through is no longer dependent on time...

"I don't know if that medicine king can be of any use!" Jiang Ming was also looking forward to the explosion of spiritual energy decades later.

...

Time flies, Jiang Ming continues to maintain the rhythm of life, training, teaching boxing, entertainment...

In the Fuhu Martial Arts Hall, Zhao Hong was able to endure hardships. He learned boxing in the martial arts hall during the day and worked at the docks to earn tuition fees at night. However, his talent was average, and it took him more than three years to become a martial artist.

"It seems that martial arts training has nothing to do with the talent of cultivating immortals..."

Jiang Ming stared at Zhao Hong and the others who were practicing boxing in the courtyard, and felt amused. He continued to shake his head and looked at the book in his hand.

"Eldest brother, what kind of books does master read every day?" A disciple suddenly asked with his eyes rolling.

"Hmph, don't think about crooked ways... You can't get the books that Master reads!" Wang Ji snorted coldly. Over the past ten years, he has also become a second-rate warrior and has made a great reputation in Heyuan Mansion.

Those disciples were stunned immediately and dared not speak any more.

Zhao Hong stood in the corner, his eyes moved, and he secretly remembered the conversation between the two of them...

Jiang Ming glanced at the guy who almost had his thoughts written on his face from the corner of his eye, and he also covered his face and sighed, how did you survive in the world of cultivating immortals...

...

Another ten years have passed.

Zhao Hong is actually a late bloomer, gradually surpassing many senior brothers, and finally stepped into the second-rate martial artist, becoming the second senior brother of the Fuhu Martial Arts Gym, and the owner Li Si is also getting older, almost all major events in the martial arts hall are represented by Wang Ji.

However, although Wang Ji's prestige is not small, he still respects Li Si on the surface, because the first-class martial arts in Li Si's hands are still not passed on to any of his disciples.

As for Zhao Hong and other disciples, they often saw the owner lying on the bamboo chair, with gray hair, looking up at the sky with dull eyes...

In a small tavern, many martial arts disciples gathered to eat and drink, chatting casually.

"Master, I'm afraid there is no hope of breaking through to a martial arts master!"

"Sigh, martial arts are difficult. I'm afraid the master's heart has been exhausted. He reads those strange books every day..."

After so many years, the disciples in the martial arts hall also gradually and unconsciously knew what book the master of the martial arts hall was reading.

They are all kinds of grotesque ancient books, which record fairy tales about being able to fly to the sky and escape from the earth, as well as things like refining longevity pills...

"A dignified and first-rate martial artist has finally fallen into such a situation, pinning his hopes on some illusory fairy...It's ridiculous!" Wang Ji said indifferently, and he simply didn't pretend to be in a place that Li Si couldn't see. .

Now Wang Ji has stood at the pinnacle of the second-rate, and his strength is extremely terrifying. He is only short of a first-rate martial arts method, and he can break into the first-rate.

And Li Si's blood is declining now, and he has not fought for a long time. If the two really fight, it is not known who will lose and who will win.

The other disciples fell silent immediately. Now everyone can see that Wang Ji's power is becoming more and more terrifying. If he waits for a few more years and the master still doesn't teach him the first-class martial arts... No one can say for sure what will happen.

"Zhao Hong, you and I have a toast!" Wang Ji said suddenly, staring at Zhao Hong with burning eyes.

Zhao Hong sighed softly in his heart, but with a flattering smile on his face, he clinked glasses with Wang Ji and drank it down in one gulp.

Only then did Wang Ji smile, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, old guy... don't blame me for being rude if you don't teach me the exercises anymore.

Drinking away...

late at night.

Zhao Hong was lying in the dark room, but he couldn't fall asleep. What should I do... I also need first-class martial arts.

"With Wang Ji's character, if he gets a first-class method, he will definitely not pass it on to me!"

"But it's almost impossible to ask Master for it, unless...unless..."

Zhao Hong struggled with his eyes, but finally resisted the impulse.

the next day.

Jiang Ming watched Zhao Hong step into the martial arts hall with bloodshot eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

bang bang bang!

Heavy footsteps sounded, Wang Ji suddenly walked up to him, and said solemnly:

"Master, I have been at the peak of the second-rate for several years, and I am sure to go further!"

The old god Jiang Ming was there, and he said casually: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, the foundation must be laid more firmly before we can go further..."

Wang Ji blushed, turned and left without saying a word.

Jiang Ming stared at this guy's back with a complex expression, as if he was feeling sad.

And in his heart, he sighed secretly, wait a little longer, I haven't achieved my goal yet, don't be in such a hurry to die...

In a corner of the courtyard, Zhao Hong stared at Master's complex expression for a long time with what he thought was a hidden gaze, and his gaze gradually became firm... It seemed that he had finally made up his mind.

"Huh?" Jiang Ming stared at the book in his hand, as if he suddenly saw something interesting, showing a very comforting smile...

...

Two days later, in the evening.

Jiang Ming lay on the bamboo chair, read the last page of the book in his hand, got up and prepared to go home from get off work.

Zhao Hong looked around and found that Wang Ji didn't come today, so he finally got upset, strode up to Jiang Ming, and said in a deep voice:

"Master, I have something to look for you!"

brush~

A group of eyes immediately watched over.

Although this Zhao Hong is the second senior brother, he is extremely low-key on weekdays and has never taken the initiative to find his master...

"Huh? What's the matter, tomorrow, oh no... we'll talk about it in a few days!" Jiang Ming waved his hands and walked out impatiently.

Zhao Hong suddenly became anxious, he had already taken this step today, if he didn't get something, he would be reported to Wang Ji by other disciples, that would be terrible.

With this in mind, he gritted his teeth, suddenly took out a thin book from his pocket, and handed it to Jiang Ming: "Master, please read."

Jiang Ming seemed to be full of doubts. He frowned and opened his eyes, looking casually.

After reading only a few lines, Jiang Ming looked "shocked", then raised his head suddenly, and looked at Zhao Hong in "shock".

"this is……"

Immediately after Jiang Ming seemed to think of something, he quickly restrained his expression, took Zhao Hong's arm, and went to the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall excitedly.

The other disciples were at a loss, not understanding what happened...

And a few people looked at each other secretly, they all saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes, and they all left quickly, looking for Wang Ji who didn't come today...

In the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall, in a quiet room.

Jiang Ming held the book tightly in his hand, and looked at Zhao Hong excitedly: "Where did you get this thing? Is this the legendary formula for cultivating immortals?"

Zhao Hong stood upright, took a deep breath, and looked at Jiang Ming calmly, as if he had the momentum of "I finally stopped pretending, and I will show you today".

"Master, what I'm going to say may shock you, please don't spread it..." Zhao Hong said in a deep voice.

Jiang Ming nodded quickly, feeling very relieved in his heart, apprentice, you finally spoke, master has been waiting for decades...

Zhao Hong looked at Jiang Ming and said without a word: "Actually, I... am a cultivator!"

"W-what? You...you are a cultivator?"

On Jiang Ming's face, there were shock, awe, complexity, and suspicion... Various expressions were intertwined. He felt that if he was competing for the Oscar at this moment, he would definitely win an award.

Zhao Hong nodded heavily: "I was chased and killed by my enemy and strayed into this place. Although I killed my enemy, I deeply feel that the world of cultivating immortals is dangerous and difficult. I don't want to go back anymore. I want to survive in this place where there are no cultivators..."

"I came to Master to learn martial arts, but also to find a good way to live!"

Jiang Ming opened his mouth, I haven't asked yet, you pour beans too fast...

After a long time, Jiang Ming seemed to "calm down" and said suspiciously:

"You can't lie to Master, can you? Let me see if you perform an immortal technique?"

Zhao Hong shook his head: "This world has no aura, and will kill all immortal cultivators who cast spells. My enemy died under such rules."

Jiang Ming's body trembled, and then he said in a lonely voice, "Then it's useless to use the method of cultivating immortals."

"That's not the case. As long as the master goes to the depths of the red pine snowfield, if he can meet the outside immortal cultivators guarding there, he may be able to seek immortal fate, and then he can go to the world of immortal cultivation and be at ease..."

Zhao Hong said slowly: "But this disciple must remind Master that the world of cultivating immortals is much more dangerous than this place, so you must be cautious."

"What's the danger? I haven't encountered too many dangers..." Jiang Ming seemed very excited: "Since there is this fairy road, the old man must go there."

Then he flipped through the booklet in his hand with trembling hands, and looked suspiciously at Zhao Hong after a while: "However, your method of cultivating immortals says that there are realms such as Qi training and foundation building, but why is there only the third level of Qi training in this booklet?" The method of cultivation..."

Zhao Hong blushed: "Master, Master, I want first-class martial arts."

Jiang Ming's face was serious, and he almost couldn't hold back the laughter... What the hell, how can you talk and do things like this, and still blush...

"Hey, this guy doesn't want to go back to the world of cultivating immortals. There must be a reason." Jiang Ming was speechless.

He stared at Zhao Hong faintly, and said in a deep voice: "If I give you first-class martial arts, even if you give me a complete immortal cultivation method, it won't be enough. I can't practice without spiritual energy here, and the immortal cultivation method is of no value."

"I still have two... no, three spirit stones, all for you, Master!" Zhao Hong seemed to be desperate: "Anyway, I don't plan to go back to the world of cultivating immortals, and I will give you all these things... the three spirit stones are here In the realm of cultivating immortals, you can also buy many things."

"Is there any more?" Jiang Ming frowned, seemingly hesitating.

"No, I can't afford a storage ring, and I can't carry too many things with me. It's a pity that I lost my flying sword when I was running for my life... Otherwise, I can give it to Master."

Zhao Hong shook his head regretfully.

Jiang Ming coughed lightly.

"That's how it is..." Jiang Ming sighed immediately: "I think you have a good character these years, hmph...much better than that dog. It's not bad to pass on this first-class method to you."

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Hong was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly to thank him.

"Besides, tell me again what the world of cultivating immortals looks like. If I go, I can't be blind..." Jiang Ming said intentionally or unintentionally.

He put the thin book on the side of the table long ago, and the first page was blown up by the wind, revealing the three big characters "Wu Yuan Jue" faintly.

Jiang Ming complained in his heart, it seems that this five-yuan formula is indeed worth five yuan in the world of cultivating immortals...

His true purpose was revealed at this moment.

He worked so hard to find living immortal cultivators, not for some magical skills, but for learning the latest information about the immortal cultivating world.

He didn't want to imagine that when he first crossed this world, he would be robbed of his wealth as soon as he appeared...

Zhao Hong scratched his head in embarrassment, and said: "The world of cultivating immortals is vast, and no one knows how big it is. Compared with this world, it is like a water drop and a vast ocean. The area I know is only ten thousand miles in radius. It's..."

"Then tell me it's ten thousand miles away." Jiang Ming laughed.

Zhao Hong nodded, and said slowly: "Outside the Chisong Snowfield, there is a vast land called the Northern Territory. Almost no one knows how big it is. It is rumored that ordinary cultivators will never reach the end of their lives..."

"And the place where I live is called Yu Kingdom, which rules over thousands of miles of land, but the rumors are still just a drop in the ocean for the northern border!"

"In Yu Kingdom, there are many sects of cultivating immortals, big and small, but I am only a small cultivator at the third level of Qi training. Naturally, I am not seen by others, and I have not had much contact with those legendary sects of cultivating immortals. I can only stay in a scattered sect all year round. The place where Xiu lives in groups is called Xiaoqian Mountain, there is a monk at the alchemy stage sitting there, and it is peaceful on weekdays..."

Zhao Honglin said a lot in general, so that Jiang Ming finally had some preliminary understanding of the mysterious world of cultivating immortals.

In Zhao Hong's narration, Jiang Ming also knew that the Fire Lotus Valley was a group of immortal cultivators near Chisong Snowfield, and there were also alchemy masters sitting in the town. Medicine and refining are the main business, and they are mainly sold to the territory of Yu Country.

"Master, if it is possible for you, you must try to join the real Xiuxian sect, that is the place where you can make a fortune!" Zhao Hong said sincerely.

"Joining is a good thing, why don't I go..." Jiang Ming thought, if you want to stay in the place of casual cultivators, although it may be a little messy, it is more suitable for Jiang Ming to hide. Changing identities every tens or hundreds of years is also easy. No one will notice.

But on the surface, he still smiled wryly: "I'm nearly a hundred years old now, and my blood energy has started to decline. How can I join the Xiuxian sect after I go..."

"That's not the case!" Zhao Hong said solemnly: "Although the aptitude of immortal martial arts cannot be generalized, but being able to become a master of martial arts from various places where the spiritual energy is exhausted shows that the understanding and perseverance are extraordinary. There are many such people. The world of cultivating immortals shines!"

Jiang Ming nodded expressionlessly, but smiled awkwardly in his heart. It's a pity that my martial arts aptitude is not very good.

Seeing that Jiang Ming didn't believe it, Zhao Hong suddenly thought of something and said, "I heard that a hundred years ago, there seemed to be a genius who cultivated immortality, who walked out of the small world of master, and was led away by a powerful and powerful person. It's been rumored crazy in my casual cultivation place, I know there are still legends..."

"His name... seems to be Zhou Pingshi?"

Jiang Ming was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Isn't that the Marquis of Yan Kingdom back then?"

"It's him!" Zhao Hong said hastily: "I only came to this world to know that that person has such a great reputation here."

Jiang Ming counted the time, but it didn't feel right. Marquis Wu was involved in the incident in Yunmeng Mountain decades ago, how could he be taken away by the Immortal Cultivator Da Neng a hundred years ago?

"Could it be that...he became a master when he was young, and after breaking into the realm of cultivating immortals and worshiping under Da Neng's sect, he returned to become Marquis of Yan Kingdom?"

Jiang Ming was startled secretly, thinking that Dr. Sun once said that Marquis Wu was suspected to be a pawn of his great enemy...

"Looking at it now, maybe it's true!"

"It seems that old man Sun's spirit-forbidden seal cannot be used in front of people in the future..."

Jiang Ming murmured to himself, Zhou Pingshi is the pig's foot template, maybe he can become a master faster than Yunmengshan's withered bones, and he is a true peerless genius...

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