MTL - As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills-Chapter 102 return to the sea

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  Chapter 102 Returning from the sea

   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 stared blankly, letting the fishing boat drift with the tide.

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 , immersed himself in the study of blood spirit art, but did not expect to overestimate his own skills.

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

  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...

  Amidst the turbulent waves, the boat flew out like an arrow from 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 was also happy, and slapped the sea surface, like a rookie thumping in the swimming pool, and rushed towards the distance...

  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 rowed 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 boat and man jumped up, spanning tens of feet, and landed on a shallow beach.

  Boom!

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

  Tea rice noodles, salted dried fruit, story books, ax and iron hoe, rice and vegetable seeds...

  Cultivation belongs to cultivation, and the fun of life is indispensable. Dividing a piece of land by myself, drinking tea, cooking, and plowing the fields, not worrying about livelihood, not worrying about the future... This kind of small life is really not too comfortable.

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

  Hiding the boat, and finding a cave to store all kinds of items, Jiang Ming began to inspect this 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 when bored, jump into the sea naked, catch fish and cook 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 has no way to cultivate immortals, according to 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 be comparable to the immortal cultivators as a warrior?"

Jiang Ming thought 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, what would he be afraid of? Grandmaster siege?

   "Anyway... practice first!"

  Anyway, his physical body is far from reaching its peak, 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.

  Recalling the method of breathing and the art of blood 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, failed.

the third time…

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

   This blood spirit skill is obviously beyond the scope of martial arts, and belongs to the thaumaturgy of the 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, and when the time came, he immediately rested and lay down, swaying 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..."

  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.

  嗡~

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

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

   "This is... Aura?"

  Jiang Ming's lock of 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 materials back then, but it is more pure and contains almost no 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 has been tempered to the limit by the original mutated medicinal materials, 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 incident 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.

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

  Jiang Ming was shocked. Marquis Wu planned the **** case of Xian Yuan. If he got the greatest benefits from the Immortal Cave Mansion, 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 heaved and sighed, unlike me, I have no talent or aptitude... I can only barely survive by relying on forbidden techniques.

   "You have achieved success in practice, today should be congratulations... no more practice!" He used up the sliver of aura he 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!"

  Backing back to the house, adding more firewood to boil the tea, and roasting two stolen turtle eggs by the stove, Jiang Ming took out the Essay on Immortal Cultivation that Chen Dongfeng studied back then, and read it from the beginning.

  Late at night, the bright moon rises from the sea.

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

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

"Looking at the contents of this booklet, this cultivator should be majoring in alchemy and minor in talisman making... In addition to several formulas of elixirs and talismans, distribution of some medicinal materials in mountains and rivers, and a low-level fireball technique, It's just how many pills you practice every day, how many spirit stones you sell, how many spirit stones you hand 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, based on 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 are no great sects..."

   "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 Snowfield...is the gateway to the realm 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 be in a hurry, it’s safe to find out the way ahead before going to the world of cultivating immortals.

   "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 great ambitions, but it's all for nothing..."

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

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

  However, Jiang Ming also understood his thoughts. Fireball, an immortal cultivation technique, requires a lot of spiritual energy, and it is the least dared to try by normal warriors.

   On the contrary, those pills and talismans, if you can find some substitute materials, and practice them into the same or even a semi-finished product, maybe they are enough to play an amazing role in helping you...

   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 about 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...

  Jiang Ming thought for a moment, then temporarily put these two immortal cultivation skills 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 reach of ordinary warriors. I just don't know if it will be suppressed by the world..."

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

   "However, without cultivating immortal skills, the spiritual energy produced only by the sacrifice of blood energy, I am afraid it is 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 making a training plan, Jiang Ming began to practice these two kinds of magic formulas in the world of cultivating immortals every day.

  Besides, Jiang Ming didn't stop at entering martial arts. He practiced all kinds of boxing and saber techniques every day, and all kinds of martial arts skills became more and more sophisticated...

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 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 boats hidden on the shore are slowly decaying...

   Eight years later.

  Beach cliff.

  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 Spirit Art has been getting slower and slower... until today, it is finally difficult to make any progress.

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

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

  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 the energy of blood can change according to his heart, but in the same way, he still can't take that last step.

   "The quantitative change has reached its limit, but the final qualitative change needs an opportunity, and it can't be achieved without sitting..."

   "It's time to go!"

  He put a few important books in his arms, glanced back at the wooden house on the isolated island, the large area of ​​cultivated 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...

  It’s been years, and I don’t know when I will come back...Maybe I will never come back again.

The boat on the shore was decayed, and Jiang Ming didn't build another one. After approaching the shoal, he jumped up...and landed steadily on the sea surface, the blood under his feet trembled, turning into ripples, unloading the force of the fall .

  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 like flat ground, and strode 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 fishing nets in preparation for today's fishing trip.

  A fisherman packed his things and was about to board the boat, but suddenly saw a small black spot on the sea far away, approaching quickly.

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

   He murmured, seeing the black spot getting faster and faster, coming towards this side, he quickly called 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 puzzled, 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 was 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, it was approaching the beach. When their feet stepped on the water surface, they were like birds gliding, and their figures spread and landed ashore.

  A big man with a face full of vicissitudes is disheveled, his clothes are tattered, but his eyes are like torches, shining brightly in the darkness.

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

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

   "To the Immortal, today is the Great Yan Dynasty, and this year is the fifteenth year of Jinglong!"

   "Huh? The Yan Kingdom has not yet been destroyed?" Jiang Ming was greatly surprised.

  The fisherman hurriedly 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!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)

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