Fucheng, a dilapidated courtyard.
Jiang Ming drank a bowl of medicinal soup, stood still in the courtyard, and practiced the boxing skills one by one. His mind gradually became clear and clear. He put aside all distracting thoughts and immersed himself in the meaning of the boxing...
Phew~
The breeze blew and the leaves rustled.
Jiang Ming suddenly felt something in his heart. He moved his body sideways and stood under the peach tree in the corner of the yard.
Snapped!
Almost at the same moment, a malnourished green peach fell and was caught by Jiang Ming.
It was as if Jiang Ming had anticipated it before the peach fell!
"There it is again, that kind of keen perception that goes beyond cognition..."
Jiang Ming stared at the peach in his hand, his mood fluctuating.
In the past few days, he practiced boxing every day, trying to find the feeling that day... After trying countless times, he finally entered the super-sense again today, as if he was integrated into the world and had control over everything around him.
"And...it seems that we have also found the reason for triggering super-sensibility!"
Jiang Ming looked at the base of the wall and saw a hill-like pile of medicinal residues, which were all medicinal materials used to make the Qingshen soup.
After the super-sense appeared that day, Jiang Ming began to think about the magic techniques he had practiced and the various secret medicines he had used, and finally settled on this clear soup.
"At the beginning, drinking the Qingshen soup only made me calm down. However, as I drank more and more, now every time I drink it... I can immerse myself in a wonderful state of mind without distracting thoughts, and the speed of comprehending the meaning of the fist is much faster. …”
The two triggers of super-sense were both just after drinking Qingshen Decoction, which made Jiang Ming more and more certain that the secret medicine obtained from Guan Feng definitely had an unusual origin.
"Is it the same as the secret medicine for controlling beasts...it doesn't belong to this mortal world?"
Jiang Ming whispered in his heart, but no one should be able to answer this question for the time being.
He drank three bowls of Qingshen soup every day for more than a year... before triggering this super-sensory state. Other warriors could only drink it once a month, and he couldn't drink it from birth to death. If there are too many, I’m afraid no one can trigger super-sense at all.
"Looks like I'll have to increase the dosage in the future!"
Jiang Ming's eyes moved slightly. The two triggers of super-sense were only for a short moment, but they made him feel the power of this ability. At that moment, his understanding of the true meaning of the tiger seemed to span decades. The feeling of complete enlightenment.
Although this feeling is false, Jiang Ming has also benefited a lot, and he feels that his understanding of the true meaning of the tiger has improved a lot...
If one day... he can maintain this kind of super sense at all times, his strength will definitely change dramatically!
"Let's drink ten bowls every day!"
Jiang Ming made a decision. He stole Guo Laohu's background. Now he was rich, so drinking some secret medicine was not a problem.
And this Qing Shen Tang might actually have something to do with the world of immortality. Jiang Ming naturally couldn't let go of this clue...
…
The weather is getting hotter and another month has passed.
Jiang Ming insists on drinking ten bowls of Qingshen soup every day, which triggers three more super-senses. His understanding of the true meaning of the tiger has improved by leaps and bounds, and his control of blood energy has become more sophisticated, and the skin membranes all over his body have been tempered.
The swords of ordinary third-rate warriors were now unable to break through Jiang Ming's physical defense.
Second-rate warriors are roughly divided into three steps, tempering skin, flesh and blood, and tendons... Jiang Ming, with the help of various secret medicines, can be regarded as stepping into the second step.
"At this speed, even the genius of the Shi family is probably not as good as me." Jiang Ming said to himself, this super sense is really like a plug-in, and it is definitely not something that should exist in the ordinary martial arts world.
Otherwise, there will probably be more than just these second-rate warriors in this world...
"However, it should be time to leave..."
…
Yuanshou seven years, the end of July!
The Prince of Cangshan arrived at Dayun Mansion, led his army across the river, and pressed on the seven mansions in the south, leaving only a small garrison in Dayun Mansion.
"Is there really going to be a change of government?"
"I think this Cangshan King can succeed. He has put Dayun Mansion in order in the past two months. I think he is much better than those old men before..."
Under a large tung tree outside the courtyard, a group of old men with gray beards sat enjoying the shade, fanning themselves with big cattail fans and discussing the current situation.
"Hey, your move..." An old man suddenly shouted: "It's too bad!"
Opposite him, an ordinary-looking young man smiled shyly: "Mr. Chen, you owe three rounds!"
The old man blew his beard and glared angrily, messed up the chess pieces with a roar, and angrily slapped three coins before he got up with a dark face.
Another old man quickly sat down and rolled up his sleeves: "Look at me, today I must win back what I got a few days ago..."
"Ah Sheng, you said you are young, why don't you go and make contributions with the Cangshan Army?" The old man Chen who got up suddenly said: "Playing chess and drinking tea with us old men all day is too much of a waste of time. "
"I'm not as brave as your son, so I can only live my life..." The young man said with a humble face: "In the future, when your son becomes a prince, general and prime minister, and returns to his hometown in glory, he must not forget us ordinary people! "
The other old men also hurriedly agreed, and Old Chen suddenly grinned: "Don't worry, my son is a warrior, and I will never forget you in the future!"
The young man smiled and said nothing more...
…
In the evening, Jiang Ming weighed the dozen copper coins he had earned and returned to the yard humming a little tune, leaving only a few old men behind him with dark faces...
“Whether Cangshan King can succeed or not, we can’t just look at this moment!”
Under the peach tree, Jiang Ming looked at the boiling teapot in front of him and said to himself: "Now that the Cangshan Army is going well, it is easy to say anything. If the war is not going well and the imperial army is defeated, the Dayun Mansion will probably be defeated." But then chaos breaks out... Capturing strong men to expand the army is indispensable, and no matter how ruthless you are, it is not impossible to burn down the city and rob the refugees!"
"If the city gate closes again, I won't have anywhere to run. After all, I'm just a warrior, not an immortal... It seems it's time to return to Ping'an Town!"
Now that almost all the Cangshan Army troops have left, and no one is arresting the herb collectors in Ping'an Town, they won't encounter any trouble when they return.
Moreover, Ping'an Town is adjacent to Yunmeng Mountain. No matter what happens, you can just go into the mountains and it will be over. The army will not go into the mountains no matter what happens when it crosses the border...
Early the next morning, Jiang Ming packed up his bags and prepared to leave the city.
At the gate of the city, Jiang Ming looked at the soldiers guarding the city. One of them, a general-looking guy, looked familiar.
"Isn't this Shi Quanquan from the Shi family..." Jiang Ming remembered the ruthless member of the Shi family in Qinghe Tower.
Unexpectedly, he has transformed into a general of the Cangshan Army...
"I wonder how long you can be a general!" Jiang Ming smiled in his heart, and after a brief interrogation by a few soldiers, he strode out of the city gate.
He found a side road and sneaked all the way into Yunmeng Mountain. He took his medicine basket from that remote cave, then revealed his true face and strode down the mountain...
