Chapter 41 When it’s over, I brush off my clothes and go away, but I’m still the herb gatherer
In the small courtyard, Pharmacist Feng took out a prescription from the house and handed it to Jiang Ming.
"This is what Guan Feng got by chance when he was practicing abroad. It has no direct effect on martial arts training, but it can calm people down and improve concentration... It is also useful when the mind is restless and emotionally chaotic."
Pharmacist Feng smiled and said: "He knows that you are bent on pursuing martial arts, so this is what he expects from you. Don't be confused by external things and stick to your martial arts path."
"Thank you Guan Headhunter for me. Jiang Ming will definitely live up to your expectations." Jiang Ming took the prescription and cupped his hands and said, "I also want to thank Mr. Feng for taking care of me in the past few months."
"Don't be polite to me!" Pharmacist Feng said with a smile, and then pointed to the prescription: "But one thing to remember is that you can only drink this prescription once a month at most, otherwise you will have a splitting headache and be depressed for a long time...
…It’s best to use it at the critical moment of breaking through the bottleneck.”
"So evil?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and then nodded to express his caution.
After bidding farewell to Yaoshi Feng and leaving, Jiang Ming touched the prescription, but his thoughts were full of thoughts: "I don't know what the effect will be if I drink it once a day..."
Returning to his small courtyard, Jiang Ming saw Fang Lie sitting under a big tree at a glance, reading his book about governing the country and pacifying the world that he had read several times. It was thicker than a brick.
Huang Xiaoying practiced martial arts at the foot of the wall as usual, but still couldn't sense the blood.
Wang Dongze, Peng Lu and others had already gone to a tavern in the city to drink and inquire about what happened at Qinghe Tower last night...
When Fang Lie saw Jiang Ming return, he closed his book and walked over, sighing: "A Ming, if you really want to go to Pingan Town, what will happen to your martial arts path? Fucheng is the place to realize your ambition..."
Jiang Ming pointed to the book that Fang Lie placed at the root of the tree and said with a smile: "I am originally an idler in the mountains. Maybe my martial arts path lies in the mountains, just like your martial arts path, it can never be separated from the heart of your heart.
That passion..."
Fang Lie was a teenager after all, and he blushed a little when he was told: "I don't have any passion..."
Jiang Ming patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said nothing.
Huang Xiaoying seemed to move her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something goodbye, but in the end she still lowered her head and practiced boxing without saying anything.
Jiang Ming didn't take it seriously, packed up his things, and left the Hunting Tiger Village in large strides.
Jishitang.
Jiang Ming brought Dr. Sun roasted chicken and old wine, had a meal with him, and finally mixed a bowl of medicinal soup to nourish the blood, before saying goodbye and leaving.
Walking on the streets of the city, there was chaos everywhere, with rows of government soldiers and private soldiers of the Shi family searching everywhere...
The Shi family seemed to be really angry and frantically searched for the murderer.
Jiang Ming's face was as calm as ever. What did the people killed by the hero Zhang Shan have to do with Jiang Ming? He was so panicked...
At the city gate, Jiang Ming's clothes were stripped off and inspected again before being let out.
Outside the city, Jiang Ming looked up. The sky was bright and cloudless in front of him, and Yunmeng Mountain was in the distance.
"When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name..." Jiang Ming smiled.
"Moo~"
An old man with a ravaged face was driving an ox cart, pulling a cart full of hay, and passed him slowly.
"Old man, where are you going?" Jiang Ming waved and shouted.
The old man turned his head sluggishly, his blank gaze focused on Jiang Ming, and he said slowly: "Ping'an Town."
"Give me a ride!"
Jiang Ming threw a copper plate over, and regardless of whether the old man agreed or not, he climbed directly onto the bullock cart, lay down on the hay with a "bang" sound, casually pulled one and put it in his mouth, with his hands behind his head, tilted
Erlang closed his legs and rested his mind.
The old man held the copper plate and looked at it carefully for a moment, then grinned and drove the oxcart forward. When there was no one in the wilderness halfway, he even sang a folk song...
…
Ping'an Town, tavern.
Jiang Ming was drinking wine leisurely and eating smoked tofu that he hadn't eaten in a long time...
He had been back for a few days and checked in at the Yehuzhuang branch. He found out that everyone had not arrived yet... so he went into the mountains to collect herbs and drink tea, and did not return to the town until today.
A burly figure suddenly strode over and sat opposite him.
Jiang Ming looked up and said with a smile: "Manager Dong, long time no see."
Now Jiang Ming is almost certain that Manager Dong must be a warrior. After all, if the Old Snake Gang wants to establish a real branch here, it still needs a warrior to take charge.
However, the leader of the Old Snake Gang is only a second-rate warrior, and the manager Dong sent is at best a third-rate, or even more likely to be inferior...
Jiang Ming has now entered the third-rate realm, so he has nothing to fear. Even if it is just for status, Manager Dong does not dare to touch the people of Liehu Village.
Manager Dong's face was a little ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "When I invited Brother Jiang to join the Old Snake Gang, you said you didn't like forming cliques... Why did you join the Hunting Tiger Village now?"
Jiang Ming laughed loudly and said nonchalantly: "Manager Dong's information is quite good, but the world is chaotic now... Good birds choose trees to roost, so what if I join the Hunting Tiger Village?"
"You..." Manager Dong's expression changed, and his eyes filled with evil spirits: "Are you saying that my old Snake Gang is not good enough?"
"Compared with Hunting Tiger Village, there is still a slight difference." Jiang Ming didn't care and said arrogantly: "What is this first-line difference... Manager Dong should understand."
"Jiang Ming, you are so brave. Manager Dong is a warrior, who do you think you are..." Behind Manager Dong, a follower couldn't help but cursed angrily: "Don't hit your face, I'll make you understand first."
rule!"
With that said, he slapped Jiang Ming.
Manager Dong sat still, with a sneer on his lips. Of course he didn't dare to hit Jiang Ming, but his men couldn't help but beat him. What could he do... At worst, you can beat my men again.
Jiang Ming's expression turned cold. He sat on the chair without moving. With a flick of his wrist, a wine bowl flew out and hit the follower's nose with a "pop" sound.
Click~
The sound of bones breaking was heard.
"Ah..." The follower screamed and staggered back several steps. Finally, he couldn't stop his retreat and sat down on the ground.
His entire nose and corners of his eyes were covered in blood and flesh, with broken bones and stubble exposed, and he looked very scary...
"Wu Yi, you really have a good name!" Jiang Ming looked down at the young follower indifferently.
When Lao Scarzi was in power, Wu Yi was still an honest mountain collector. Later, when he was replaced by Manager Dong, he hugged his thigh. Jiang Ming still remembered that Wu Yi was still groveling to him at that time...
Unexpectedly, in just a few months, Wu Yi would become truly "wuyi"...
The drinkers around him were all shocked. Why was Jiang Ming even crazier than before when he came back after being out for several months?
Manager Dong stared at Jiang Ming and said in a deep voice, "Have you sensed the blood?"
Jiang Ming's seemingly simple move is not something that everyone can do. Only those who sense blood energy can achieve that kind of strength.
"Hahaha... of course, otherwise how could I have the nerve to go back to Ping'an Town?" Jiang Ming laughed.
Jiang Ming looked at Manager Dong without fear. Now he has two skins. One is Zhang Shan, an outlaw. He cannot be exposed in front of others. If he appears, blood will be drawn.
The other one is Kuangren Jiang, or Jiang Erluzi, who needs to be managed at all times... This skin contains the herbal collectors from Ping'an Town and the martial arts apprentices from Hunting Tiger Village. They seem arrogant and domineering, but they have no scheming intentions.
It is easy for people to lower their vigilance and not want to get involved.
The last time I killed Lao Scarzi, it was because of Madman Jiang's skin that Mr. Dong was able to dispel his doubts.
As for the real him, he is hiding behind these two skins, practicing martial arts, seeking immortality, and enjoying immortality...
Sure enough, when Manager Dong heard this, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched, and he didn't want to argue with Jiang Ming anymore. At this time, he just wanted to find a way down the stairs and get away from this madman Jiang.
If this guy is still an ordinary person, Manager Dong will naturally have a way to deal with it. After all, although the Old Snake Gang is a second-rate force, but with the support of the Shi family, there is still a way to deal with an ordinary person... But now Jiang Ming has sensed blood energy, unless Dong
The steward takes action personally, otherwise there is really no way to control him.
"Damn it, sooner or later this prick will be dealt with..." Manager Dong cursed in his heart, feeling a little regretful for provoking this fool today.
Thanks to book friend Jiu Jiu Niao for the tip, and thank you boss, he is very generous!!!