Jiang Ming naturally didn't rush up to recognize Huang Xiaoying, he just felt a little wonderful, in less than a year, a person's changes were like earth-shaking.

If ten, hundred, or ten thousand years pass, will there be anything familiar in this world, maybe only you will last forever......

Jiang Ming sighed lightly, didn't think about it anymore, bought some rice, noodles, meat and vegetables on the street, and lifted a watermelon, returned to his small courtyard, fetched water from the well to wash vegetables and noodles, and then threw the watermelon into the bucket and sank it into the well to chill it......

He planned to live in the city for a longer time, the Great Cloud Mansion went through four dynasties for nearly a thousand years, the city was destroyed and rebuilt, but the name has not changed, it is rumored that it was the name set by an immortal in ancient times.

Although the real and the fake have long been indistinguishable...... But it's also interesting to hear storytellers tell stories about historical or legendary characters, and to watch the babbling performances on the stage.

I didn't have a chance to see any of this in Ping'an Town......

Of course, the main reason is that Ping'an Town is not very peaceful during this time!

I heard that the heavy battalion of the Cangshan Army was set up there, receiving the grain and grass weapons transported from the north, and now they are catching medicine pickers every day to go into the mountains to collect medicine and make reserves for the upcoming war.

"He's meowing...... Who did we provoke by the herb pickers? ”

Jiang Ming instigated the noodles he had rolled, but he couldn't help but scold......

With too much carbohydrate intake, Jiang Ming was in a daze, took a big nap in the afternoon, and got up in the evening.

He fished the watermelon out of the well, cut it into large pieces and ate it, while turning over the Liuyun Recipe that he had taken back from the Old Snake Gang, and looked at it carelessly.

"The so-called martial artist, when he has the heart of martial arts, can he move forward bravely on the road of martial arts......"

It wasn't until the light between heaven and earth was almost gone, and Jiang Ming's face was almost pasted to the book, so he read the last page hastily and closed the book.

He is still far from the peak of the second rate, and he just wants to know about the first-class martial artist first......

However, this book also made Jiang Ming gain a lot, not only the cultivation method of Liuyun Jue, but also some martial arts insights of the creator of this method and the description of the subsequent martial arts path.

"It turns out that a first-class martial artist is so terrifying!" Jiang Ming's eyes flashed: "According to what this book says, second-rate refining muscles and flesh is first-class quenching bone marrow...... A first-class martial artist uses blood strength to quench and nourish the bone marrow, which can make the bones as strong as fine iron, and even if the blood and qi are exhausted, they can recover quickly. ”

"Of course, the most important thing is that a first-class martial artist can be covered with blood, and his combat power has soared several times, even if he is a second-rate peak martial artist, he can't block a casual blow from a first-class martial artist."

Jiang Ming suddenly remembered the blood-burning knife technique, which was also a bloody body surface and wrapped around the blade, which seemed to be similar to the fighting style of a first-class martial artist, maybe it was to use the power that a first-class martial artist could only have in advance in the way of overdrawing his life.

"But now it's just the flesh and qi covering the body, not the smelting blood energy covering the body...... I don't know how much the power of the Burning Blood Sword Technique will increase after breaking through to the first-class realm. ”

Jiang Ming was looking forward to this, after all, actual combat was the only criterion for testing the truth, and after yesterday's battle, he found that this knife technique was really easy to use......

One knife down the head to the ground, two knives down the world quiet, is really the unparalleled right-hand man.

"I have to practice more when I have time!"

Others can only use it to save their lives, and they don't dare to use it a few times in their lives, but Jiang Ming can be a flat A envoy, so he naturally has to study hard and practice hard, and he understands it thoroughly......

And through this book, Jiang Ming finally understood that above the first-class martial artists, there are also two realms of martial arts masters and martial arts masters, which are the martial artists that Lao Zhou Tou used to say, but Lao Zhou Tou doesn't know much about it, so he can only say it in a unified way.

"It is rumored that the King of Cangshan is a martial arts master......" Jiang Ming muttered, no wonder he dared to rebel, it turned out that he was still a martial arts powerhouse.

"But after this martial arts master, is there really no way?"

According to this Liuyun Jue, the Martial Dao Grandmaster is the end of the Martial Dao, and no one has surpassed it for thousands of years......

"It seems that we have to make plans early and look for the fairy road."

Jiang Ming sighed, the imperial beast prescription he got back then was obviously not something that a person in the martial arts could create, but where its source was, it was still ethereal......

"I can't do it, so I'll travel the world...... I don't believe that if I live for 1,800 years, I won't be able to meet an immortal cultivator......"

……

In the evening, Jiang Ming continued to practice the cowhide tiger bone trick in the small courtyard and comprehended the meaning of the tiger......

Although this martial arts method can only be practiced to the second rate, but its intention is not bad, indomitable, brave and fearless are in line with the path of martial arts, even if you do not practice this method in the future, you can also benefit a lot from it, and maintain an indomitable mentality, which is of great benefit to the cultivation of martial arts.

He almost emptied himself, his mind was clear and clear, he breathed in the moonlight, and was immersed in the intent of his fist......

Suddenly, Jiang Ming felt a pang of boredom in his mind, and opened his eyes for no reason and looked at a certain part of the courtyard wall.

Call~

A black-clothed figure suddenly climbed up from the top of the wall, without making a sound, and fell to the ground silently.

And then...... He saw Jiang Ming.

"......" The black-clothed man's face changed, and he turned his head and wanted to climb the wall to escape.

Jiang Ming snorted coldly, kicked out a stone from his feet, and hit him directly on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground.

The man in black snorted and turned his head...... Jiang Ming was already standing in front of him.

"A good man spares his life!" The man in black knew that he had kicked the iron plate, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Jiang Ming said expressionlessly: "I ask, you answer!" ”

"Okay, good ......," the man in black nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"What's it called, why did you come to my house......"

The man in black hurriedly said like pouring beans from a bamboo tube: "Master Qiqi, the little one is named Liu Chongjiu, and he has a little kung fu on his feet, and he does some work on weekdays to steal chickens and touch dogs!" ”

"In recent days, I heard that many yards in the city have changed owners, and the small ones guessed that the old men who bought the yards should have a lot of family backgrounds, so I wanted to try my luck......

Jiang Ming's eyes were indifferent, and he took out a packet of medicinal powder and poured it into his mouth: "This is heart-destroying powder, if there is no antidote, it will die of heart-shattering within an hour, and ...... again."

"The old man spares his life, the old man spares his life......" The man in black was so frightened that he cried bitterly: "The little one is telling the truth......"

After a long time, Jiang Mingfang stopped asking, what this guy should have said was true.

"After all, he didn't change his words until he died!"

Jiang Ming glanced at the corpse that was bleeding from his mouth, and without hesitation, he packed up his baggage and left the residence.

Two days later, Jiang Ming, who had undergone a facelift, bought a dilapidated courtyard again and hibernate again.

But what happened that night made him remember it often.

When Liu Chongjiu hadn't climbed over the courtyard wall, Jiang Ming was immersed in boxing practice, and he didn't pay attention to the movement there at all...... But he looked at it as if it was instinctive, and it was really difficult for him to understand.

It was like a perception of unknown danger, like a supersensor.

"No coincidence......"

Jiang Ming sat in the courtyard and pondered, trying to figure out the reason for the super feeling......