Early the next morning, outside the cave.
Before dawn, Jiang Ming had already practiced Fuhu Fist seven or eight times.
Every time you practice, you can feel some kind of strong energy in your body jumping for joy, as if it can burst out at any time.
"If you only practice three times a day...you won't feel this kind of energy at all!"
Jiang Ming murmured to himself: "No wonder Mr. Zhou said it would take three to five years...Martial arts training is about perseverance and hard work, but this Fuhu Fist is too domineering and unsustainable. It has too many flaws."
But perhaps because of this, Fuhu Fist can be spread into the hands of ordinary people like Lao Zhoutou.
Jiang Ming paused for a moment, picked up the medicinal soup that had been simmered all night, and drank it all, even the medicinal ingredients...
If this jar of medicinal materials were sold, it would be enough to sell for sixty-seven taels of silver.
"As long as I can sense blood, everything will be worth it."
Feeling the turbulent medicinal power in his body melting away, as if a stream of heat was flowing between his limbs and bones, Jiang Ming's eyes burned as he continued to practice his boxing techniques.
Ten times!
Twenty times!
Thirty times...
The sun rises and sets, and the mountains and forests are completely silent. There is only one figure practicing persistently.
Late at night, the waning moon hangs high.
Jiang Ming, who was practicing boxing, suddenly blushed on his face...
Sweat was steaming on his skin, and traces of white mist appeared...
The blood in the veins is rushing, like wind, passing over the grassland, and like thunder, splitting the endless darkness!
That ray of energy burst out at this moment!
"Finally... I sensed the blood!"
"It's not blood, nor Qi...but a kind of power that exists in the blood and bones, and is neither real nor imaginary."
"It's just that this blood is like water and smoke...it exists in my body, but I can't control it at all."
Jiang Ming sensed it carefully and tried throwing a stone as big as a human head very far, but his strength increased two or three times.
"The next step is to learn the breathing method from Mr. Zhou. Only the breathing method can control this blood and smelt it into strength."
…
Ping'an Town has become a lot quieter since autumn.
It is cold in the mountains, especially in autumn and winter, and many old and infirm people are sent away every year.
But people are still willing to stay here, far away from the capital, living a hard but stable life...
In the tavern, there are still those familiar faces, but there are a few unfamiliar faces in the corner, sitting with several herb collectors, their faces full of enthusiasm, and I don't know what they are talking about.
"Hello, Brother Ming!" A Fei greeted with a smile. It seemed that the past few months had changed a bit, and the young boy's immature feeling had faded a lot.
I don’t know if I am worried about marriage...
Other herb collectors also greeted Jiang Ming one by one. Jiang Ming's reputation as a villain has not diminished to this day.
Because last month some gangsters felt that Jiang Ming had taken advantage of Guo Heizi and the others to take advantage of them, and it might not be effective in a real fight...
So they decided to give it a try.
Then there were a few more lame geese in the town...
Jiang Ming nodded in agreement and walked to the counter:
"Master Jiang, you two are so old!"
"Hey, rare visitor!" Lao Jiangtou joked while drinking.
Jiang Ming raised his eyelids: "What's going on?"
Lao Jiangtou looked around and lowered his voice: "During this period, I don't know what happened in Fucheng. Many forces have sent people to Ping'an Town to recruit you herb collectors."
"Especially the Wang family, they even sent Miss Wang to come here in person, doing charity every day, and trying to win over her...hehe, I even got a bowl of Miss Wang's porridge to drink."
"A few people have left to work for the forces in Fucheng. I heard they were exploring the Yunmeng Mountains to collect herbs..."
Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, and then he and Lao Jiangtou looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of uneasiness in the other's eyes.
No matter what happened, it probably wasn't a good thing for Ping'an Town.
"I heard that the treatment is pretty good, so nothing will happen to me..." Lao Jiangtou muttered, not sure whether he was comforting himself or Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming shook his head and was about to leave with the wine and food when Old Jiangtou suddenly said: "By the way, you should also be careful. You have gained a lot from collecting herbs during this period. You are famous in the town, so you should be able to do the same." Got found."
Jiang Ming paused, turned back and stood at the counter, picked up the smoked tofu with chopsticks, put each piece into his mouth, drank the entire bowl of wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth and turned away.
"I have something to do at home, so I won't sit at the table and drink..." When Jiang Ming's words came, he had disappeared.
Old Jiangtou was dumbfounded, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This little thing is quite a thief..."
Then his eyes flickered, and he seemed to be thinking about something.
Lao Zhoutou's family.
"Master Zhou, teach me breathing techniques." Jiang Ming said straight to the point.
Lao Zhou was a little confused and stared: "It's useless to learn what to do now."
He never dared to think that Jiang Ming had already sensed blood energy, because even if he took a lot of tonic every day and took the secret martial arts medicine, it would still be impossible...
Jiang Ming sighed: "Mr. Zhou, can't you see that this Ping'an Town is no longer peaceful? First, herbal collectors kept disappearing and being killed, and now those gentlemen have changed their faces and are recruiting again... I'm really afraid of being arrested. , I might not be able to come back.”
"It's better to learn what you can learn first..."
Jiang Ming didn't say that he could practice breathing techniques, but he didn't lie either. These were indeed his worries.
"Besides, aren't you too old..." Finally, Jiang Ming said something arrogant.
"Hey, I have such a bad temper..." Lao Zhou was so angry that he almost jumped three feet high, and then sighed: "It's a bit unfair, but that's okay, I'll teach you today."
Then he went back to the room and took out a yellowed thin book: "This is the specific outline of the breathing method. You haven't sensed the blood yet. Even if I demonstrate it to you today, you will not be able to understand the essence. When you actually practice it in the future, , we can only refer to this booklet.”
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou!"
After a while, Lao Zhoutou began to demonstrate the breathing method...
Late at night, Jiang Ming left Lao Zhoutou's house and returned to his own home.
"Huh?" Jiang Ming stared at the rotten wooden door of his home and fell to the ground.
Reflecting the moonlight, Jiang Ming saw a footprint on the wooden door.
"It seems that someone has already arrived..."
Jiang Ming kicked the wooden door aside, not thinking about which family did it. He went home, picked up his medicinal equipment, and ran into Yunmeng Mountain overnight.
What kind of invitation is this? I'm just going to run away. Why don't I just want to play with you?
Jiang Ming knows all too well about those high-ranking gentlemen. He may be trying to win over them enthusiastically at the beginning, but if the number of people cannot be gathered in the end, it will not be enthusiastic. It would be easy to kidnap them directly...
"Only arresting the herb gatherers...it means that a large amount of herbs are needed!" Jiang Ming was in the cave, holding a warm mushroom soup, thinking while drinking:
"Either there is a great epidemic or there is a war..."
"The epidemic is normal, but the war... is really troublesome..."
