Chapter 120 A first glimpse into the world of immortality
"My name is Zhao Hong. I have never learned martial arts, but I am very strong. Please accept me, Master Li..."
A thin young man said respectfully and handed two taels of silver to the burly man with slightly white temples in front of him.
Old God Jiang Ming was sitting on a Taishi chair. He smiled and did not move. Wang Ji, who was beside him, quickly stepped forward to take the money and said solemnly:
"Master collects money from you not to make money, but to buy the equipment and secret medicines you need for daily martial arts training..."
"I understand, I understand, thank you Senior Brother for your guidance!"
Zhao Hong nodded and bowed respectfully, served Jiang Ming the apprenticeship tea, and then stood aside.
Jiang Ming taught Zhao Hong and other new disciples the basic training methods of Fuhu Fist, said some casual words, then stood up and left.
"Zhao Hong..."
In the secret room, Jiang Ming was thinking about this name in his mind, and his expression was a little strange.
This Zhao Hong is the weirdo who was suspected of being a cultivator back then. He has worked on the dock for ten years, keeps a low profile and doesn't cause trouble, and seems to be planning to stay there for a long time.
Therefore, Jiang Ming also prepared many places for Zhao Hong, including a blacksmith shop, an animal hunting village, and a medicine hall and medical center...
Unexpectedly, I ended up coming here to learn martial arts.
"It's so interesting for a cultivator to come over and learn martial arts!"
"But no matter what, it still fell into my pot, so my efforts were not in vain..."
Jiang Ming smiled. He had just sensed the aura in Zhao Hong's body through his super sense. He was indeed an immortal cultivator, but his aura didn't seem to be much stronger than his own. He was probably just a rookie in the early stages of Qi training.
Over the years, Jiang Ming's sealing practice has begun to show results. After using it on himself, he can perfectly seal his own spiritual energy without leaking it... but he is not afraid of what the other party, a rookie, will find out.
"Is there something wrong with his body? Or is he afraid to return to the world of immortality... Want to learn martial arts to make a living?"
Jiang Ming made a guess in his mind, but there was no result, so he simply stopped guessing. Since this guy was in 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 practice with his eyes closed. Although the aura refined by the Blood Spirit Kung Fu was getting thinner and thinner for the third level of Qi training, it was still better than nothing.
In this world, being able to practice is already pretty good, how can you ask for so much more...
"If we reach the world of cultivating immortals, our cultivation speed should be able to increase a bit." Jiang Mingdigu said.
No wonder there are almost no immortal cultivators in this world. Even without the terrifying rules of heaven and earth, no one would want to come to such a place where spiritual energy is exhausted...
Previously, Jiang Ming wanted to reach the ninth level of Qi training before going to the world of immortality. However, judging from the current progress of cultivation, even if he grinds for several decades, he will only reach the fifth or sixth level of Qi training at most.
Breakthroughs can no longer be achieved through time...
"I don't know if that Medicine King plant can be of any use!" Jiang Ming thought of the spiritual energy explosion in a few decades and was slightly looking forward to it.
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Time passed quickly, and Jiang Ming continued to maintain the rhythm of life, practicing, teaching boxing, and entertaining...
In the Fuhu Martial Arts School, Zhao Hong was quite able to endure hardships. He studied boxing in the Martial Arts School during the day and worked at the dock at night to earn tuition. However, his talent was average and it took more than three years to become a martial artist...
"It seems that martial arts training and the talent of cultivating immortals have nothing to do with each other..."
Jiang Ming stared at Zhao Hong and others who were practicing boxing in the courtyard. He was also amused. He continued to shake his head and read the book in his hand.
"Senior Brother, what kind of book does Master read every day?" A disciple suddenly asked with his eyes twitching.
"Humph, stop thinking about evil things... You can't get the books Master read!" Wang Ji snorted coldly. Over more than ten years later, he has become a second-rate warrior and has become quite famous in Heyuan Prefecture.
Those disciples immediately became embarrassed and did not dare to speak any more.
Zhao Hong stood in the corner, his eyes moved, and he secretly remembered the conversation between the two in his heart...
Jiang Ming caught a glimpse of the man who almost thought
The guy with it all written on his face also hid his face and sighed, how did you, a stupid young man, survive in the world of immortality...
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Another dozen years have passed.
Zhao Hong was actually a late bloomer. He gradually surpassed many of his senior brothers and finally became a second-rate martial artist, becoming the second senior brother of Fuhu Martial Arts School. The owner of the gym, Li Si, was also getting older, and Wang Ji was responsible for almost all important matters in the martial arts school.
However, although Wang Ji has great prestige, he still respects Li Si on the surface because the first-class martial arts techniques in Li Si's hands have not been passed on to any of his disciples.
As for Zhao Hong and other disciples, they often saw the master lying on a bamboo chair, with gray hair and eyes looking up at the sky...
In a small tavern, many martial arts disciples gathered for dinner and drinks, chatting casually.
"Master is afraid that there is no hope of breaking through the martial arts master!"
"Sigh, martial arts is difficult. I'm afraid Master's energy has been drained away. He reads those weird books every day..."
After so many years, the disciples in the martial arts gym gradually and unintentionally knew what books the gym owner was reading.
They are all kinds of weird ancient books, recording legends about immortals who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and things like refining immortality pills...
"A top-notch warrior ended up in this situation, pinning his hopes on some illusory immortal... It's really ridiculous!" Wang Ji said with an indifferent expression. In this place where Li Si couldn't see, he simply stopped pretending.
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Now Wang Ji has stood at the pinnacle of the second-rate, and his strength is extremely terrifying. He only needs one first-rate martial arts method to break into the first rate.
And Li Si is now weak and has not fought for a long time. If the two of them really fight, we don't know who will lose and who will win.
The other disciples fell silent immediately. Now everyone could see that Wang Ji's power was becoming more and more terrifying. If he waited a few more years and the master didn't teach him the first-class martial arts methods... no one could tell what would happen.
"Zhao Hong, you have a drink!" Wang Ji suddenly said, staring at Zhao Hong with burning eyes.
Zhao Hong sighed softly in his heart, and with a flattering smile on his face, he clinked glasses with Wang Ji and downed the drink in one gulp.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Only then did Wang Ji smile, with a ruthless look in his eyes, old guy... If you don't teach me the skills, don't blame me for being rude.
After all the drinking, everyone dispersed...
late at night.
Zhao Hong was lying in a dark room, but he couldn't sleep. What should he do... I also need first-class martial arts methods.
"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 urge.
The next day.
Jiang Ming watched Zhao Hong step into the martial arts gym with bloodshot eyes, raised his brows, and said nothing.
Bang bang bang!
Heavy footsteps sounded, and Wang Ji suddenly walked up to him and said in a deep voice:
"Master, I have been hovering at the top of the second-rate for several years, and I am confident that I can take a step further!"
The old god Jiang Ming was there and said casually: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, the foundation must be laid more firmly before we can go further..."
Wang Ji's face turned red and he turned and left without saying a word.
Jiang Ming stared at this guy's back, with a complex expression on his face, as if he was feeling sentimental about something.
In his heart, he sighed secretly, just wait a little longer, I haven't achieved my goal yet, don't be so hasty to die...
In a corner of the yard, Zhao Hong stared at the master's complicated expression for a long time with what he thought was a hidden gaze. His gaze gradually became firmer...it seemed that he had finally made up his mind.
"Huh?" Jiang Ming stared at the book in his hand and seemed to suddenly see something interesting, showing a comforting smile...
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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 was not here today. Finally, he felt relieved, strode to Jiang Ming, and said in a deep voice:
"Master, I have something to ask you!"
Brush~
A crowd of eyes immediately came over.
Although Zhao Hong is the second senior brother, he usually keeps a very low profile and has never taken the initiative to find his master...
"Huh? What's going on? Tomorrow, oh no... we'll talk about it in a few days!" Jiang Ming waved his hand and walked out impatiently.
Zhao Hong suddenly became anxious. He had already taken this step today. If he didn't get something, other disciples would definitely report it to Wang Ji, which would be terrible.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and suddenly took out a thin book from his arms and handed it to Jiang Ming: "Master, please read it."
Jiang Ming seemed to be full of doubts, frowning and looking at it casually.
After only reading a few lines, Jiang Ming had a look of "shock" on his face, and then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Hong in "horror".
"This is……"
Then Jiang Ming seemed to think of something, quickly calmed down his expression, took Zhao Hong's arm, and excitedly walked to the inner courtyard of the martial arts gym.
The other disciples looked confused, not understanding what was happening...
Several people looked at each other vaguely, seeing the uneasiness in each other's eyes, and left quickly to look for Wang Ji, who was not here today...
In the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall, in a quiet room.
Jiang Ming held the book tightly in his hands and looked at Zhao Hong excitedly: "Where did you get this? Is this the legendary magic formula for cultivating immortals?"
Zhao Hong stood upright, took a deep breath, and looked at Jiang Ming calmly and calmly, as if he had the aura of "I finally stopped pretending, and I will show off with you today."
"Master, what I'm about to say may shock you, so please don't spread it outside..." Zhao Hong said in a deep voice.
Jiang Ming nodded quickly, feeling very relieved in his heart. Disciple, you finally spoke. Master has been waiting for decades...
Zhao Hong looked at Jiang Ming and said word by word: "Actually, I... am a cultivator of immortality!"
"Wha, what? You... you are an immortal cultivator?"….
Jiang Ming's face showed shock, awe, complexity, suspicion... all kinds of mixed expressions. He felt that if he competed for the Oscar at this moment, he would definitely win an award.
Zhao Hong nodded heavily: "I was chased by my enemy and accidentally entered this place. Although I killed my enemy, I deeply feel that the world of immortal cultivation is dangerous and difficult. I no longer want to go back. I want to survive in this place where there are no immortal cultivators..."
"I came to Master to learn martial arts because I wanted to find a good way to survive!"
Jiang Ming opened his mouth, "Why the hell haven't I asked yet? You poured the beans too fast..."
After a long time, Jiang Ming seemed to "calm down" and still said suspiciously:
"You're not trying to trick Master, are you? Can you cast a magic spell and let me see?"
Zhao Hong shook his head: "This world has no spiritual energy, and will kill all immortal cultivators who cast spells. My enemy died under such rules."
Jiang Ming's body was shaken, and then he said lonelyly: "Doesn't it mean that the method of cultivating immortals is useless?"
"That's not the case. As long as Master goes to the depths of the Chisong Snowfield, if he can meet the outside immortal cultivators guarding there, he may be able to seek immortality and go to the world of immortal cultivation, free and easy..."
Zhao Hong said slowly: "But I would like to remind Master that the world of cultivating immortals is much more dangerous than here, so you must be cautious."
"Danger is nothing. I haven't encountered too many dangers..." Jiang Ming seemed very excited: "Since there is such a fairy road, I must go there."
Then he flipped through the booklet in his hand with trembling hands, and after a moment he looked at Zhao Hong suspiciously: "However, your immortal cultivation method says that there are realms such as Qi training and foundation building, but why is there only the third level of Qi training in the booklet?
The method of cultivation..."
Zhao Hong blushed: "Master, master, I want first-class martial arts methods."
Jiang Ming's face was stern, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter... Damn it, how can you talk and act like this, and you're still blushing...
"Oh, there must be a reason why this guy doesn't want to return to the world of immortality." Jiang Ming was speechless.
He stared at Zhao Hong with faint eyes and said in a deep voice: "If I give you first-class martial arts methods, even if you give me
The complete method of cultivating immortals is not enough. I can’t practice without spiritual energy here, and the methods of cultivating immortals are of little value.”
"I still have two... no, three spirit stones, all for you, Master!" Zhao Hong seemed to be willing to give up: "Anyway, I don't plan to return to the world of immortality. I will give all these things to you... The three spirit stones are here.
In the world of cultivating immortals, you can also buy many things."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is there more?" Jiang Ming frowned, seemingly undecided.
"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 while escaping... Otherwise, I could have given it to Master."
Zhao Hong shook his head regretfully.
Jiang Ming coughed lightly.
"Then let it be like this..." Jiang Ming then sighed: "I have seen that you have a good character over the years, huh... you are much better than that bitch. It is quite good to pass on this first-class method to you."
"Thank you, Master, thank you Master!" When Zhao Hong heard this, his face suddenly showed a look of joy, and he bowed and thanked him repeatedly.
"In addition, please tell me again what the world of cultivating immortals is like. If I go there, I can't just turn my eyes black..." Jiang Ming said intentionally or unintentionally...
He had already placed the thin book on the side of the table. The first page was blown up by the wind, and the three characters "Five Yuan Jue" were faintly revealed.
Jiang Ming complained in his heart, it seems that this Five-Yuan Jue is indeed a five-yuan stall in the world of immortality...
His true purpose was only revealed at this moment.
He worked so hard to find living immortal cultivators, naturally not for some magical skills, but to learn the latest information about the world of immortal cultivators.
He didn't want to be like the passers-by who were robbed of their wealth as soon as they showed up when they first crossed this world...
Zhao Hong scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "The world of cultivating immortals is vast. No one knows how big it is. Compared with it, this world is like a drop of water and a vast ocean. The area I know is only thousands of miles in radius. No matter how far it is, I don't know.
Already..."
"Then let's talk about this thousand-mile radius." Jiang Ming chuckled.
Zhao Hong nodded and said slowly: "Beyond the Chisong Snowfield, there is a vast land called the Northern Territory. Almost no one knows how big it is. It is said that ordinary immortal cultivators will never reach the end of their lives..."
"The place where I live is called Yu Country, which rules thousands of miles of territory, but rumors are still just a drop in the ocean for the Northern Territory!"
"In the Yu Kingdom, there are many large and small immortal cultivating sects, but I am only a minor cultivator at the third level of qi training. Naturally, I am not looked down upon by others. I have not had much contact with those legendary cultivating sects. I can only stay in one place all year round.
The place where Xiu lives is called Xiao Qianshan. There is a monk in the Dan-formation stage sitting there, and it is peaceful on weekdays..."
Zhao Honglin talked a lot in general, and Jiang Ming finally had some preliminary understanding of the mysterious world of immortality.
From Zhao Hong's narration, Jiang Ming also learned that the Fire Lotus Valley was a force of immortal cultivators near the Chisong Snowfield. It also had an elixir-forming period. The terrain within the sect was unique, and earth fire naturally gushes out all the year round to refine it.
The main business is medicine and weapon refining, which are mainly sold within the Yu Kingdom.
"Master, if it is possible for you, you must strive to join a real sect of cultivating immortals. That is the place where you will become famous!" Zhao Hong said sincerely.
"It's a good idea to join, why don't I go..." Jiang Ming thought to himself, just stay in the place of casual cultivation if you want. Although it may be a bit chaotic, it is more suitable for Jiang Ming to hide. He changes his identity every tens or hundreds of years.
No one will notice.
But on the surface, he still smiled bitterly and said: "I am nearly a hundred years old now, and my health has begun to decline. How can I join the Immortal Cultivation Sect..."
"That's not the case!" Zhao Hong said solemnly: "Although the qualifications of immortal martial arts cannot be generalized, the ability to become martial arts masters from various spiritual energy-depleted places shows that their understanding and perseverance are extraordinary. There are many such people.
The world of immortality is shining brightly!"
Jiang Ming nodded expressionlessly and smiled awkwardly in his heart, but it's a pity that my martial arts qualifications are not very good either. They were all developed by opening forbidden arts.
Seeing that Jiang Ming didn't believe it, Zhao Hong suddenly remembered something: "I heard that a hundred years ago, there seemed to be a genius who cultivated immortality. He walked out of the small world of Master and was led away by a powerful master.
The rumors went crazy in my place of casual cultivation. I know there are still legends.
Woolen cloth……"
"His name... seems to be Zhou Pingshi?"
Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, then said: "Isn't that the Marquis Wu of Yan State back then?"
"That's him!" Zhao Hong said quickly, "I didn't know until I came to this world that that person actually has such a prestigious reputation here."
Jiang Ming calculated the time, but he felt something was wrong. Marquis Wu was involved in the Yunmeng Mountain turmoil decades ago. How could he be taken away by the powerful immortal cultivator a hundred years ago?
"Could it be said... that he became a master when he was young, broke into the world of immortality and became a disciple of a great master, and then returned and became the Wuhou of the Yan Kingdom?"
Jiang Ming was secretly shocked, thinking that Doctor Sun once said that Marquis Wu seemed to be a chess piece of his archenemy...
"Now it seems that it may be true!"
"It seems that Old Man Sun's Forbidden Spirit Seal can no longer be used in front of others..."
Jiang Ming secretly muttered, this week Pingshi is the pig's foot template, maybe he can become a master faster than Yunmengshan's withered bones, and he is a real peerless genius...
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