MTL - As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills-Chapter 3 Drink a glass of wine, there is no one in this world

  Chapter 3 After drinking a glass of wine, there is no one in this world

  In the dark and cold cave, some fires flickered, and a jar of mushroom soup was full of aroma.

  Jiang Ming came back to his senses, and scooped a bowl full with a rotten bowl. In the golden yellow soup, there was a trace of flame-like red light, which seemed very strange.

   "I'm afraid this bowl of soup can bring down an elephant..."

  Looking at the colorful mushrooms in the soup, Jiang Ming couldn't help grinning, and while blowing on the hot air, he couldn't wait to drink it.

   "Hiss~"

After a mouthful of thick soup, it was so fresh that it would melt Jiang Ming's tongue, and all kinds of mushrooms were extremely delicious, and there was an unknown scorching force, following the heat of the soup, rushing from the stomach to the limbs and bones .

  Jiang Ming almost groaned in comfort, the chill of the rainy night was dispelled in an instant, and his whole body was warm and full of strength.

   "Is this the power of Fire Cloud Grass?"

  Jiang Ming was extremely surprised, this frail body seemed to be jumping for joy, expressing an extremely strong desire for the soup in front of him.

  He immediately opened fire to destroy the remaining mushroom soup.

  Drinking and drinking, there seemed to be a villain dancing in front of me, but it disappeared soon...

  The body gradually warmed up, and Jiang Ming's thoughts gradually came alive.

   "Fire Cloud Grass, Beast-Restraining Medicine...these things are definitely not something that can be seen casually in an ordinary martial arts world."

   "It seems that it is indeed the world of cultivating immortals, but I don't know if there are really immortals in this world?"

   "The way of immortality is vague, it's useless to think too much. At present, only martial arts is the only way to become stronger." Jiang Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in his heart, lay down by the fire with his clothes on, and gradually fell asleep.

  The violent storm outside is still there, and there are thunders and explosions from time to time, and the fire in the small cave fades into darkness...

  …

  The next morning, the rain cleared.

  The sky is as clear as a mirror, and the sun shines through the vines and into the cave.

  Jiang Ming stood up with his waist bowed, and looked down a little confused.

   Now the hardest thing in the world is no longer steel...

   "This medicine is too strong!" Jiang Ming was speechless, only feeling dry and hot all over.

  He pushed aside the vines and walked out of the cave, took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain, then stood on a boulder, and began to punch a set of strong physique.

  Medical and military are not separated.

  Medicine pickers can be regarded as related, and they all have their own methods of strengthening the body and nourishing Qi. Jiang Ming's boxing method has no name, but it is still effective.

  After punching over and over again, he could feel the power of the medicine dissipating in his body, and his strength was slowly increasing.

  Even his thin body seemed to be a little firmer.

   "With such a strong medicinal power, it seems that not only the fire cloud grass, but also those poisonous mushrooms have amazing medicinal effects... It's just that ordinary people are not blessed to enjoy it."

   "If this is the case, then this Yunmeng Mountain Ze is a huge treasure for me. It is hard to find treasures like Fire Cloud Grass, but it is not a problem to find some highly poisonous fungi or herbs."

   There are some herbs in memory that contain impressive medicinal effects, but they are extremely poisonous, and ordinary pharmacists can't handle them at all. Even if they can handle them, the cost is higher than the benefit, and basically no one picks them.

  If Jiang Ming uses these medicinal herbs and poisonous bacteria as resources for martial arts, then his martial arts path will definitely be more effective with less effort.

   After practicing for more than an hour, the hotness subsided.

   "Continue to gather herbs!"

  After having a goal, Jiang Ming was full of energy. After eating some dry food, he picked up the medicine basket and continued to move forward according to the route in memory.

  After the rain, the mountains and forests are empty and fresh, the grass leaves are covered with raindrops, and insects and birds are singing from time to time, echoing in the woods.

  In the deep mountains and old forests, Jiang Ming was the only one walking alone, like an apprentice thirsty for knowledge, constantly tasting every kind of medicinal herb and getting familiar with various herb-picking techniques.

  Most medicinal herbs are delicate, some rhizomes cannot be damaged, some only need unopened flower buds, and some fruits need to be collected in the morning to prevent the pods from bursting...

  Even with the memory of his previous life, Jiang Ming didn't know how many herbs he picked badly before he felt that his level had improved a lot.

  …

   Two days later.

  In the early morning, the waning moon was still hanging in the sky.

  Jiang Ming walked out of Yunmeng Mountain in the morning mist, water droplets condensed on the bamboo hat, and carrying a bamboo basket full of medicinal herbs, he came to a refugee gathering place at the foot of the mountain.

  In fact, Jiang Ming can continue to stay in the mountains, but according to his previous habits, he usually goes to the mountains for three or four days, and then comes back to rest for a few days.

  He's new here and doesn't want to draw too much attention...

   Wisps of cooking smoke rose in front of us, and the simple thatched huts were scattered here and there, with people coming and going, full of fireworks.

  In the beginning, there were only a few herb pickers living here, and later the poor people who could not survive in Dayunfu City gradually gathered here.

  The officials and lords in the city showed great kindness when they came for an outing, and personally mentioned a very meaningful name, Ping'an Town.

  Jiang Ming had just walked to the entrance of the town when a young official in shabby soap clothes walked over from the side of the road. He looked at Jiang Ming carelessly and said lazily, "Check."

  Jiang Ming stuffed the two copper coins familiarly, the little official immediately showed a satisfied smile, casually rummaged through the medicine basket a few times, borrowed two pieces of Huang Jing, and waved Jiang Ming to leave.

  While showing kindness back then, Mr. Guan did not forget to be prepared for danger in times of peace. He pointed out that there might be bandits in the mountains, so he sent small officials to risk their lives to guard here to check whether there were any dangerous people making trouble.

  The common people were moved to send some silver coins and special products, which is also a matter of course...

   It's just that until now, no one has seen what a bandit looks like.

  Life is so funny and difficult. Fortunately, the world is still peaceful. His predecessor was reserved and low-key, and he didn't cause any trouble. Jiang Ming intends to continue to maintain it, and he has no sense of mission to rise up.

  Entered the town, greeted some herb pickers who met, and Jiang Ming walked into a small tavern.

  It is said to be a tavern, but it is actually a larger thatched hut with extremely dirty and tattered wine streamers. The environment inside is dark and messy, with dilapidated tables and chairs, but it is one of the few entertainment venues in this town.

   There are quite a few people in the tavern, most of them are scribbled men in shabby clothes, there are medicine collectors, and some hunters and woodcutters. While drinking, they talk nonsense and brag about their knowledge.

  The mountains are very humid. Many people come here to drink a bowl of wine to drive away the cold and dampness before going to the mountains or after returning.

   Over time, drinking morning wine has become a unique custom in Ping'an Town. Even if there is nothing wrong, many people will come to have a drink, talk about it, and numb the bad things in life.

  Jiang Ming threw the medicine basket to an empty table, went straight to the counter, and took two copper coins:

   "A bowl of tongue-running, a plate of smoked tofu!"

   Tongue-running wine is the cheapest wine here. It costs a copper coin and a bowl. It has only one characteristic, that is, it is strong.

   One mouthful, the tongue is almost unconscious, and the whole body is steaming, which is the best choice to drive out the cold.

  Behind the counter was the owner of the tavern, Old Jiangtou, with gray and thinning hair. He knew Jiang Ming and other herb pickers, and immediately smiled and said, "Look at your rosy face, the harvest is good?"

   "What's good, I almost fed the wolf!" Jiang Ming said nonsense, took the dishes and sat down.

  First took a sip of wine, the feeling of burning flames rushed from the mouthpiece to the chest and abdomen, then picked up a piece of smoked yellow old tofu, dipped it in chili sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

  The aroma of spirits and tofu intertwined in his mouth, Jiang Ming smacked his mouth and listened to the bragging of the drinkers around him.

   "I heard that the Wang family's reward has been increased to fifty taels of silver!"

   "So what? Huoyuncao is not Chinese cabbage, where can I find it?"

   "If I can find it, I will go and take the oiran of Qinghe Tower, Miss Xue'er, for three days and three nights!"

   "Little Six, you're a big vat with a bamboo stick, can you stand it..."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

  Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and sipped his wine without saying a word.

   People came and went in the tavern, and some acquainted herb collectors also came, and Jiang Ming greeted them one by one.

  No one has mentioned Huang Laogui. After all, it’s only been a few days, and there are many people who have been drilling into the mountains for ten and a half months.

  It was three poles high in the sun, Jiang Ming licked the tofu dish clean, took the last sip of wine, and staggered away with the medicine basket on his shoulder.

   "Drink a glass of wine, there is no one in this world..."

  (end of this chapter)