In the early morning, the sky was still dark, and under the dark blue sky, everything was foggy and filled with the chill of autumn.
In the clear mist, a tall man with an ordinary face wrapped himself in clothes, walked from the end of the street, and got into a street stall covered with a windproof tarpaulin.
At one end of the stall, there is a large pot propped up. The thick white soup in the pot is bubbling, with a layer of grease floating on it. The fresh fragrance wafts into the nose, making people unable to help but salivate.
"A big bowl of mutton soup, two ounces of meat, three cakes... put more spicy food!"
The big man rubbed his hands, sat casually at a low table, and shouted impatiently.
"Okay, do you want blood..."
The stall owner, who is over fifty years old, has a thin body, but his movements are very nimble. He pinched the mutton and chopped green onions, put the coriander in the bottom of the bowl, and cut out two pieces of mutton oil chili. After seeing the big man nodding, he threw in a few more lambs.
Blood, a bowl full of mutton soup was poured on it with a large spoon and served.
"You are really an expert. You are just in time to make the soup..." The stall owner brought over freshly baked hot cakes and said with an enthusiastic smile.
"Drink soup at the ninth hour, drink water at the third hour...I understand!"
The big man grinned and didn't use a spoon. He just leaned over the bowl and took a big mouthful of soup. He broke off a few hot cakes and threw them into the soup. After he had absorbed enough of the soup, he put it into his mouth with chopsticks. The spicy and mellow taste
It fills between the lips and teeth, and it feels like the whole body has been soaked in the dense soup...
"The sheep soup in Luocheng is really good...compared with the bland mushroom soup, it has a different flavor!"
The big man was naturally disguised by Jiang Ming. Half a month had passed since the disaster of the Wang family. Jiang Ming took Miss Wang all the way north and finally settled in the northernmost city under the jurisdiction of Dayun Mansion.
In the past few days, Miss Wang silently wrote down the Wang family's master-level martial arts method for him. Jiang Ming tried to practice it every day to test whether it was correct.
He is not afraid of what tricks Miss Wang will play. Even if she can practice the method of killing people, it is nothing to him...
"There's nothing wrong with the technique, it's time to leave!"
Jiang Ming didn't have the kindness to send Buddha to the West. To bring people here was already the utmost benevolence.
He drank the whole bowl of mutton soup in one go, and asked the stall owner for a free refill of white soup. He drank the whole bowl with the bottom of the bowl turned upside down, took a few coins, and then walked away with satisfaction.
The sky was getting brighter, the mist dissipated, and there were more and more pedestrians on the street. Jiang Ming wandered into an alley and entered a small courtyard with only two broken houses.
In the courtyard, a woman wearing coarse clothes, with a sallow complexion and messy hair, looked like an ordinary woman, clumsily chopping wood to light the fire.
Jiang Ming smiled. Miss Wang was able to put down her figure and pretend to be a poor woman. While he was practicing martial arts every day, she would practice various ordinary people's life skills in this courtyard...
Jiang Ming didn't care about his mother-in-law, and said directly: "There is nothing wrong with the method. I will leave tomorrow... How you can live depends on your own destiny."
Miss Wang stiffened, then nodded slightly and continued practicing chopping firewood.
Jiang Ming didn't take it seriously. You're here to survive, and I'm here to do the exercises. None of us are white lotus flowers, so don't play around with things like there is true love in the world...
He strode back to the house and sorted out what Miss Wang had written.
The thick stack of books records not only magic formulas, but also medicinal prescriptions, martial arts, and other things. There is even information about the terrain and mountains of Dayun Prefecture, gold and iron ore deposits, and rare medicinal herbs growing places.
As well as some historical materials about Dayun Mansion, they can all be said to be the heritage of a first-rate family of warriors.
"Miss Wang has a good heart. With these gadgets, she might be able to make a comeback..."
The world is chaotic and it is difficult for women to survive, but sometimes women can exert tremendous energy due to their important status.
If the person sitting in the room at this time is a first-class warrior who is obsessed with power in the world, he might also be played by Miss Wang...
"It's a pity that I only seek immortality and have no other thoughts." Jiang Ming shook his head.
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At night, the weather was gloomy, the dark clouds were getting heavier, and it seemed like heavy rain was coming.
Jiang Ming was bored, sitting in front of the case and continuing to study the Wang family's master-level magic formula, Sihedian.
"According to the description of the Sihe Canon, the so-called master of martial arts is one who goes one step further on the basis of tempering the bone marrow with the blood energy of a first-class warrior, making the blood energy resonate with the physical body, reaching a state where the blood energy thunders and the muscles and bones vibrate together!"
"Only in this way can the blood energy be condensed and transformed. It can be directed like an arm, and the blood energy can be spread out three feet like a sword, cutting gold and cracking rocks, and being invincible!"
This Code of Four Combinations uses a fierce and domineering internal breathing method, and integrates four external combat skills: knife, spear, boxing, and sword. They are all fierce moves of opening and closing to hone the warrior's ability.
The physical body and blood resonate and unify, entering the realm of a master.
"I just didn't expect that the end of this martial arts method would be the master..." Jiang Ming turned to the last few pages and looked at the description of the martial arts realm, feeling a little helpless.
According to this record, the master has a method, but the master has no way... This means that martial arts masters can still practice according to the methods of their predecessors, but the master has no method of cultivation, and it all depends on personal perception.
Because master is not a kind of cultivation, but a state. No matter how strong the blood energy is, if the martial arts conception cannot be further advanced, it will never be able to break through to the state of master.
The so-called masters are the ones who founded the sect and established the sect. They are the ones who created the Dharma and preached the truth. No one can pave the way for them, they can only go their own way.
Every grandmaster has his own path to breakthrough. Some have traveled around the world to compete with warriors all over the world and made breakthroughs. Some have made breakthroughs by sitting indifferently for ten years. Some have made breakthroughs through the entanglements of love in the world of mortals...
"No wonder there are so few grandmasters in the world, and there are even fewer grandmaster families with a long tradition..."
"It's still far away. Let's break through to the master realm first." Jiang Ming shook his head.
The wind outside the window gradually became louder, making a whistling sound, and a dazzling electric light suddenly cut through the sky...
Boom~
Thunder exploded, and a heavy rain was approaching.
Tuk-tuk-tuk~
There was a sudden knock on the door outside the house. Jiang Ming frowned, pressed the book to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and stood up to open the door.
Miss Wang's hair was wet and her cheeks were clean and white. She was standing at the door wearing only a single layer of clothing. When the cold wind blew, Jiang Ming's eyes flashed white...
"House, the tiles in the house fell off..." Miss Wang's voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Jiang Ming didn't wait for her to finish speaking, pulled her into the house, and closed the door with a bang...
boom……
Along with a burst of thunder, heavy rain poured down.
The violent storm fell from the sky and hit the earth crazily. The land that had been dry for a long time received a long-lost moisture. Some wilting weeds grew in the shallow ditches in the yard, which were gradually filled with rainwater and became muddy...