As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Xiaoqianshan, Yuangufang City.

"Huiqi Pill, eleven spirit stones per bottle!"

Jiang Ming set up a stall selling spirit pills, and welcomed another customer, tentatively quoting the price.

"Master Jiang from Lingzhitang? I heard that your elixirs are of stable quality and have a high reputation... Then I'll take a small loss, first, five bottles!" said a stubble-faced burly man.

"Fellow Daoist, do you buy so much?" Jiang Ming asked with a smile on his face, his heart skipping a beat.

"Hey, there's no harm in saving more of this thing, just in case..." The big man said casually, but he didn't say much. After putting down the spirit stone and taking the spirit pill, he left quickly.

Jiang Ming weighed the spirit stone in his hand, and looked at the few spirit pills left on the stall, but he was more worried. What kind of bullshit has a high reputation and is in case of emergency. This person is obviously preparing for something...

In the past few days, Xiaoqianshan's prices have risen quietly. Jiang Ming also followed the trend and increased the price of each bottle of elixir by 10%, but it became more and more popular.

Where in the world is there such a coincidence that these casual cultivators have suddenly made a fortune, and there are so many spirit stones that there is nowhere to spend them?

Although prices have fluctuated before, but this time Jiang Ming's intuition felt that something was wrong.

"You still have to ask someone inside!"

Jiang Ming's eyes flickered, he closed the stall directly, walked to a remote street corner, took out two communication amulets from the storage ring, input information with spiritual power and let them fly...

that night.

Yuqiong Tower.

In a secluded private room.

"Senior Brother Feng, Brother Duan, what happened on this Little Thousand Mountain?"

Jiang Ming lowered his posture and asked for advice.

Feng He smiled when he heard the words: "You have a keen sense of smell, and it's only been a few days since you realized something was wrong... During this period of time, some strangers have indeed come to the mountain, and even in our various halls, there have been some strange people joining us. .”

Feng He didn't call the name, but Jiang Ming knew that the person he was talking about should be someone like He Xiaowan who joined suddenly.

It seems that the senior management of Lingzhi Church also knew that He Xiaowan's intentions were impure...

"Will there be any disasters?" Jiang Ming asked in a low voice, he didn't care about these messy people, he only cared about what kind of disturbance it was and whether it would affect him.

Duan Ping ate the steamed spirit fish leisurely, and interjected: "As long as we adhere to the purpose of our Lingzhi Church, and don't get together, gather, be curious, or participate in the excitement... nothing will happen."

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up. It's good to have a background. This kid really knows something, so he hurriedly urged him to elaborate.

Duan Ping chuckled, looked left and right, and played a soundproof talisman with his fingers, covering the surroundings of the three of them. Then he opened his mouth and said, "Do you still remember that the storm at the Black Stone Ruins more than ten years ago killed countless monks, even The foundation establishment and overhaul are all involved, and the ancestors of Jindan are watching behind the scenes..."

Jiang Ming was stunned, and then recalled it. He heard that there was a remnant of the Daoist voice in the ruins, which could benefit everyone from forming alchemy to Qi training...

"However, the ruins are protected by formations, won't they be opened again after sixty years?" He frowned.

"That's true, but the formation is dead, and people are alive... The relic formation has been in disrepair for a long time, and the major cultivating forces in Lihuo Realm have continued to explore it over the years, and even the strong alchemy masters have shot it Several times, it can be regarded as some harvest in advance!"

"And a few days ago, the ancestor of the alchemy in Xiaoqian Mountain seemed to have obtained some benefits in the ruins, but he was seriously injured in the battle with several other alchemy monks, and fled away. I haven't returned yet..."

Jiang Ming's heart shuddered. Without Xiaoqianshan, where the ancestor of the alchemy was located, to other alchemy forces, it was no different from the fat waiting to be divided up.

"Other forces will take action against Xiaoqianshan?" Jiang Ming asked quickly, "Will it affect Ling Zhitang?"

Duan Ping looked calm, shook his head and said: "Xiaoqian Mountain is different from those sects. Its value lies in the many casual cultivators here, which continuously create wealth for the managers... After all, Lingzhitang, Danhuotang, etc. Tangkou is at best a group of advanced casual cultivators, no matter who wants to eat Xiaoqianshan, as long as we are obedient, they will not do anything out of the ordinary to us."

Jiang Ming nodded in amazement, is the leek bonus, I understand, I understand...

"However, those casual cultivators who join in the fun may take advantage of the troubled waters, and there may be some confusion, but other than that, it's nothing more than changing masters. We small cultivators, how should we live our lives..."

Feng He also smiled and said, obviously the two of them didn't take it seriously, and they didn't have any sense of belonging to Xiaoqianshan. The ancestor of Jiedan slipped away when the situation was not good, so who can show his loyalty...

"Master Flowing Water, iron-clad leeks!"

Jiang Ming felt emotional, and suddenly remembered the days of collecting herbs in Ping'an Town. Times have changed, but some things are always like this...

He suddenly remembered something and looked at Duan Ping: "Isn't your uncle on duty at the main peak? Wouldn't it be affected?"

The few of them have already been familiar with each other, so there is no need to shy away from such words. Duan Ping's uncle is a major repairer in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and he can be regarded as a high-level figure in Xiaoqianshan.

Duan Ping took a sip of his wine: "My uncle told me this, let me live as I want... He just went down the mountain two days ago, and he has communicated with others!"

Jiang Ming was taken aback, and went down the mountain for a while, there is too much to talk about here, it's a pity I don't have such an uncle...

...

Satisfied with wine and food, Jiang Ming bid farewell to the two of them, and returned home with a solemn heart.

"It seems that it's time to go out for a few days..."

"The throne is changing, and the masters may accidentally step on leeks, but I am afraid that there are many foundation-building overhauls that want to fish in troubled waters. If you accidentally hurt them, it will be a big trouble..."

Jiang Ming didn't plan to leave Xiaoqian Mountain completely, but after weighing the pros and cons, maybe it's time to go out for a few days.

Although Duan Ping and Feng He both looked calm and calm, but Jiang Ming would not see that others were good at it, so he really thought he was good at it.

Those two people are both Xiaoqianshan's old fritters, and the relationship behind them is complicated, and Jiang Ming has no background. Although everyone usually talks and drinks, but when something happens, the purpose of Lingzhi Church is to be wise and safe, and no one will care he.

The safest thing is to run away in time...

This place will be a land of right and wrong right away, and it won't be too late to come back after you settle down... As long as you don't get involved in the vortex, you won't offend your enemies, and at most you will lose some spiritual rice in the field, which is nothing.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Ming packed all the messy things in the house, such as medicine cauldrons and books, into the storage ring.

He also harvested all the mature elixir in the spiritual field... As for those seedlings, just throw them here, they are not worth much at all, just in case they survived.

"And these things..." Jiang Ming walked under the big tree and dug out a storage ring from the pit.

"Fire Lotus Valley, Sancai... and gifts from random cultivators who don't have eyesight a few times in the past ten years, there are always a lot of things, and they are all here."

"The chaos has been rising these days, and I'm about to leave too. It's time to go to the black market and take advantage of the chaos to sell these things for cash..."

Although he has been to the black market many times, Jiang Ming is extremely patient and has never taken these things out. He has been waiting until now.

He put away the storage ring and inspected it for the last time, and he was slightly relieved that there was nothing missing.

Under the darkness of night, Jiang Ming moved his body and began to practice his various spells one by one, so as to calm his mind and think about the preparations before leaving...

"With my physical body and recovery power, I don't need any defensive methods. In terms of attack, golden fire sword fingers supplemented by fireball skills are enough. At most, I can buy some talismans for emergencies. The most important thing now is to buy a pair of talismans. An escape weapon..."

Jiang Ming is not afraid of getting hurt, but of being caught. For him, escape is the first priority.

However, he has also seen all kinds of escape spells, and the strongest one is only 50-50 different from the martial arts forbidden art, the Broken Vein Meridian. After that, it can only be cultivated in the foundation building stage... so the only way to get a magic weapon for escape , in order to increase his current speed a bit.

"The goal of buying a better magic weapon in the square market is too big, let's solve it in the black market..."

...

In the early morning, the spirit mist filled the mountains, and the rice fields were quiet, and even the Lingnong farmers had not yet entered the mountains.

But in a valley with intricate terrain, there are already figures coming and going, and simple stalls are scattered in the valley, displaying various treasures.

Pills, Talismans, Magical Artifacts... There are not only common things outside, but also mysterious and unknown things, and there are some magical objects that are impressively engraved with the symbols of certain sects of cultivating immortals.

Obviously, those who dare to come here to sell goods are not ordinary people. They are not seen at all in the early stage of Qi training, and half of them are in the later stage of Qi training...

In addition to the stalls selling treasures, many stalls are also marked with the word purchase, obviously for some monks who come here to sell shady things...

A thin, black-faced man wandered casually in the black market, until after two or three laps, he stopped in front of a booth marked for buying treasures.

The black-faced man is naturally Jiang Ming Yirong, and now he is more and more proficient in the forbidden spirit seal. Unless the ancestor of Jiedan is squatting here and setting up a stall, he is not afraid of being seen through by others.

And the stall he chose was one of several stalls that also bought treasures. The stall owner had a relatively low level of cultivation, only the sixth level of Qi training... If anything happened, he would be able to convince others with virtue in time.

"Huiqi Pill, Jinxue Pill... how much to buy?"

Jiang Ming didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.

Before leaving, Jiang Ming was going to exchange all the remaining pills in his hands for Lingshi, leaving only two bottles of Huiqi pills for his own use.

This immortal source light is good everywhere, but it only returns blood but not mana, and it needs to recover by itself when the blood energy and spiritual energy are exhausted, which is very annoying...

"Eight spirit stones per bottle!" The stall owner's eyes lit up. The price of pills has skyrocketed these days, making it difficult to buy them.

"It's about 30% lower than Fang City..." Jiang Ming said in his heart, but his face remained unchanged. The black market here is completely chaotic pricing, and the more anxious you are, the more you will suffer.

Eight spirit stones are not bad, but in the past when the market was not tight, there were only seven spirit stones...

At this time, Jiang Ming naturally couldn't wait to sell it slowly, and without counter-offering, he directly sold more than 30 bottles of spirit pills, and got more than 280 spirit stones.

After selling the elixir, Jiang Ming left immediately, wandered to a stall in another mountain depression, and took out those magical tools and elixir that belonged to Sancai...

After visiting more than a dozen stalls, Jiang Ming gradually sold all the things in his hands, and the price was also horribly suppressed. Jiang Ming estimated that it was worth four or five thousand spirit stones, but in the end he only got less than three thousand.

"But it's all worth it. Only the spiritual stones in hand can be spent with peace of mind..." Jiang Ming didn't feel sorry.

At this time, in his storage ring, there were only two or three magical artifacts with the logo of Fire Lotus Valley left, but he didn't dare to make any more moves, otherwise he might be really targeted...

"Huh? This is... the Spirit Sword Shuttle?"

In front of a booth, Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and he finally saw what he wanted.

A palm-sized shuttle-shaped boat, long and narrow in shape, like a sword without a hilt, full of streamlined beauty.

"Dao has a friendly eye. The standard intermediate magic weapon produced by Li Jianzong has the speed of a flying sword and only needs 800 spirit stones!" The stall owner enthusiastically introduced.

"Eight hundred?" Jiang Ming was taken aback: "An ordinary mid-level magic weapon is only about five hundred."

I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs running... Although Jiang Ming does not have an intermediate magic weapon in his hand, he still has a general understanding of the prices of these luxury goods.

Although the price of an intermediate magic weapon is ten times higher than that of a primary magic weapon, it's too damn outrageous...

The stall owner smiled and said: "Since fellow daoists know this Spirit Sword Shuttle, you should know its speed. It is considered top-notch among all intermediate magic weapons, and it can be used until the foundation-building stage...and this standard magic weapon is used by many people. It is easy to be identified, but it is a must-have treasure for escaping on the road and killing people for money."

Jiang Ming is speechless, dare to love this kind of mass-produced magic weapon, but the price is more expensive in the black market, right...

"There is such a thing in the square market. It seems that it only sells more than 600 spirit stones. However, if you want to show your wealth in the square market, it is an extremely stupid behavior..."

Jiang Ming shook his head. This is probably one of the reasons why the stall owner dared to ask for a high price.

With this in mind, Jiang Ming already sensed some gazes around him, noticed him, and stopped hesitating: "I want this Spirit Sword Shuttle."

"Fellow Daoist..." The stall owner smiled.

"I also want a map of the fire area, the more detailed the better, do you have it?"

The stall owner nodded quickly: "Of course there are, but the more detailed the map is, the more expensive it will be... The best map I have here costs 100 spirit stones. It was just updated half a year ago, and the information in it is guaranteed to satisfy you!"

"wanted!"

Eight hundred spirit stones were spent, and Jiang Ming didn't bother to bargain...

After a while, Jiang Ming put the Spirit Sword Shuttle and a jade slip into his arms, and walked to several other stalls to buy some consumables such as talismans, thunder beads, and blasting qi pills. More than a hundred spirit stones left the black market quickly.

"After this wave, more than a thousand spirit stones have been created..."

Jiang Ming felt a little pained, but thinking about how these things could improve his ability to escape by several levels, he felt better.

Along the way, Jiang Ming kept changing his breath and face. After walking around Xiaoqian Mountain in various places where people come and go, he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was following him.

"Everything is ready, get away..."

Jiang Ming didn't even return to Xiaoqingfeng, he took out a tattered iron sword from the storage ring, rode on it and flew down the mountain...

"I've been up the mountain for 20 years, and I'm finally going out for a walk. Thinking about it, I'm really excited..."

Jiang Ming couldn't help stretching his waist, he has been cautious in Xiaoqian Mountain for twenty years, so it's not bad to go out and enjoy it for a few days.