As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

  Chapter 134 There is no absolute security

  The time in the world of cultivating immortals seems to be much faster than in the world of common people...

   In the blink of an eye, three years later.

   "Three years, the cultivation base of the seventh level of Qi training can be regarded as completely stable..."

  In a medicine field full of aura, all kinds of valuable elixir exude a fragrance. Jiang Ming applied rain while walking, and at the same time absorbed the aura that was much stronger than the outside world, and practiced the Wuyuan Jue.

   This can be regarded as one of the benefits of Ling Zhitang. The aura of the elixir field is stronger than that of many high-end caves. Although you can't practice here for a long time, you can secretly inhale it for a while every day, and no one cares about it.

  Each medicine field **** for a while, six or seven yuan, it is worth several days of training in his dilapidated cave...

   "The road to immortality is difficult!"

Jiang Ming sighed. It is because he has so many resources, and he still eats and drinks the delicacies containing spiritual energy in Yuqionglou every day, so that he can really stabilize the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi training. It is conceivable how hard it is for ordinary casual cultivators, no wonder The vast majority of people, even if they break through the late stage of Qi training, will be stuck at the seventh level of Qi training for a lifetime...

  As strong as Feng He, a person with real power in Lingzhitang, can only step into the eighth level of Qi training.

   "However, in the past three years, I have finally saved hundreds of spirit stones... When Feng He helps me find alchemy, it's time to learn it."

No matter how good the farming skills are, he is just a farmer who can't grow any flowers...Ordinary casual cultivators have no time or financial resources to learn other skills, but Jiang Ming now has a small family background and unlimited time. The development of the fairy world, the skills of alchemy and talisman making, etc., must be learned.

   As for why he chose alchemy first, Jiang Ming also carefully considered it.

  There are four arts in the world of cultivating immortals, which are alchemy, talisman making, forging and formation.

  Among the four arts, only alchemy is relatively difficult to get started. The disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of resources and requires a lot of medicinal materials to practice...

  The other three skills not only consume resources, but also require much higher talent than alchemy, and are extremely complicated, so let's wait until they develop.

  However, even for alchemy, which is the least difficult to get started, the method of inheritance is not accessible to ordinary people. Jiang Ming can only ask Feng He to help him pay attention slowly.

  It was only when he came to the world of cultivating immortals that he realized that the alchemy technique recorded in the essay that he got in the common world back then was actually a low-level thing, and what he practiced could at best be called a pill, not a panacea...

   "Although there is no complete inheritance of alchemy, I have found some fragments. I can buy some materials first and try it..."

  After the rain, Jiang Ming sacrificed a piece of cyan talisman paper, which immediately turned into a cyan paper bird, carrying Jiang Ming to Yuangufang City.

After coming to this Xiaoqian Mountain for more than three years, Jiang Ming has gradually enriched his pockets, and he has also done a lot of other messy things. This flying bird talisman was given to him by a casual cultivator after a certain rain, and it is not worth it. What money, but better than fun...

  Fang City was bustling with people, Jiang Ming got off the bird talisman, carefully put away the much dimmer talisman paper, and walked into a shop dealing in alchemy materials with ease.

  In the shop, the most conspicuous are the many stoves, copper tripods and other objects of different sizes. Different alchemy techniques require different utensils.

   "Yo, Brother Jiang is here again... Have you made up your mind this time?" The shopkeeper smiled when he saw Jiang Ming.

  In the past few months, Jiang Ming has often come here to hang out, and every time he only looks at it but does not buy it, but he is quite familiar with the shopkeeper.

   "If your tripod is cheaper, I will really buy it..." Jiang Ming pointed to a low-grade small tripod, his face full of pain.

   "You are a big celebrity in Lingzhitang, do you still need these spirit stones?" The shopkeeper looked disbelieving.

Jiang Ming sighed heavily: "Hey, you are a layman who doesn't know the way inside, I... hey, that's all, the water here is too deep, I can't say more, look at how poor I am, understand it by yourself... I understand everything ..."

  The smile on the shopkeeper's face remained unchanged, but he couldn't help guessing in his heart. Could it be that there is something else in Ling Zhitang that he doesn't know? This guy is really a poor ghost?

   Could it be that he was exploited by Feng He and others?

   Poor ghosts still dare to buy alchemy tripods, are they like those desperate casual cultivators who want to gamble on their alchemy talent and use alchemy to reach the sky in one step?

   Really ambitious, but it's a pity that such a gambler often loses without leaving his pants...

  In an instant, countless dramas were played out in the shopkeeper's heart. All in all, Jiang Ming was already regarded as a poor man, and he no longer cared so much about him.

   After watching it for a while, Jiang Ming seemed to have finally made up his mind, and bargained with the shopkeeper for a long time, and finally bought the lowest-level alchemy tripod with the price of 30 spirit stones.

   After picking and choosing again, he bought some bottles and cans for alchemy, and Jiang Mingcai left the shop with a face full of pain...

   "Be careful in everything, it's always right!"

   It wasn't until he returned to his small courtyard that Jiang Ming's face returned to calm.

  The people in Lingzhi Church are not poor, but how to pretend to be poor depends on everyone’s luck...

  Feng He rode a broken iron sword that was almost rusted every day. Who would have known that if he treated his brothers to a meal, it would be worth several years of hard work by ordinary casual cultivators.

  After all, although Xiaoqianshan has rules, it is still a place of casual cultivation. The sun is peaceful, but it does not mean that there is no blood in the shadows...

   A few days ago, Lao Guzi had brought broken spirit stones and wanted to find Jiang Ming Shiyu, but in the alley halfway, he was covered by someone and beat him, and snatched all the broken spirit stones...

  The law enforcement team put it nicely, anyone who dares to make trouble during the day must be severely punished.

  However, this kind of thing is as trivial as sesame seeds. The members of the law enforcement team go out once with flying swords, and the spirit stones consumed can catch up with Lao Guzi’s half a year’s savings. Who can deal with such a bad thing...

Of course, if the talented disciples of Fire Lotus Valley came to Xiaoqian Mountain to travel and were stepped on in Fangshi or something, then the law enforcement team would definitely descend on the street in awe-inspiring manner, and within a stick of incense, they would be able to kill that dog. Put your feet in front of people...

   "There are rivers and lakes everywhere!"

  Jiang Ming shook his head, took out the small cyan tripod, placed it in the center of the yard, threw a pile of shiny silver sand into the tripod, and tried to use the fire control method to refine this thing.

  This sand is called Liuyinsha, and its shape changes greatly at different temperatures. It is an essential material for familiarizing with the new medicine cauldron and improving fire control methods...

  Late at night.

  Jiang Ming continued to get familiar with the medicine cauldron after dinner, and Liuyinsha kept changing its shape in the cauldron.

  Suddenly, Jiang Ming felt something and looked out of the yard.

   "Sure enough... there is no necessarily safe place!"

  Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. From the first day he came to Xiaoqian Mountain, Jiang Ming knew that this place was not a good place for eternal peace.

   Unexpectedly, he just bought some alchemy items, and he attracted attention...

   "However, you dare to do such a thing in the middle of Qi training... How courageous you are."

  Jiang Ming felt a few auras quietly approaching outside the yard, his face was calm...

  Wow~

   There was a small wave in the nursing home, but there was no sound, and then it returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

  But Jiang Ming knew that the head had already been sent in by himself...

  He stood in the courtyard, continuing to use the fire control method to familiarize himself with the medicine cauldron as if unknown.

  咻~

  In the night sky, like a shadow, a pitch-black flying sword swept out of the night in an instant, and slashed at the back of Jiang Ming's head.

  At the same time, a rope rushed out from the side, bound towards Jiang Ming's limbs...

  (end of this chapter)