The sun is scorching.

A young man was riding a donkey, wandering slowly along the official road.

"A hundred years have passed by so quickly... the Fire Cloud Grass has finally appeared again!"

In recent years, Jiang Ming has been getting information about Yunmeng Mountain through unknown people's intelligence channels.

However, he bought information with money as a Jianghu man, and never used his nameless identity again.

Even Miss Wang, the first generation leader of the Nameless Ones, has probably passed away. The people and events in the past should be buried in the dust, and there is no need to appear anymore...

"I'm afraid all the old friends from back then have disappeared into thin air..." Jiang Ming murmured to himself.

A sigh passed by in a flash, and Jiang Ming's expression returned to calm. Time is the greatest existence, enough to kill everything. Now he can't even remember the faces of those people...

After the Yunmeng Mountain incident was over, it was time for him to leave.

In the past few decades, the growth of his cultivation has almost stagnated, and he is completely stuck at the fifth level of Qi training. However, the supporting spells in the Five Yuan Jue are all practiced to perfection.

"Especially the Misty Rain Technique and Fire Control Technique. Even those outside immortal cultivators cannot be more skilled than me..."

He lived in seclusion in the mountains and planted a lot of medicinal herbs. He used the mist and rain technique to evolve spiritual energy rain to water it every day. Although the spiritual energy was thin, for these mortal grass, it was like rain from heaven. Their growth was extremely gratifying, and he cultivated countless

Here comes an old medicine with great power...

The reason for focusing on practicing fire control is because Jiang Ming discovered that proficiency in fire control is also very helpful in casting fireballs, making the fireballs more condensed and more powerful...

Over time, these two spells have become extremely proficient.

"If he were a real immortal cultivator, I'm afraid he wouldn't be so focused on such low-level spells..." Jiang Ming smiled. If there were high-level spells, of course he would also want to practice them.

But he doesn’t have anything like that…

Then Jiang Ming looked at the city in front of him, which already belonged to the Yun Kingdom: "Now that the King of Medicine's storm is approaching, you might encounter immortal cultivators in this Yun Kingdom... It would be better to put on a few more Forbidden Spirit Seals to be safer.

"

As he said that, he quietly used the "Seal" seal, and applied it to himself a few more times, completely sealing the breath of his Dantian. According to what Dr. Sun said, even a cultivator who was a level higher than him could use any detection techniques.

Even the secret technique cannot detect his aura.

What's more, in this world, there is probably no immortal cultivator who dares to cast spells randomly...

"However, it's always good to be on the safe side!" Jiang Ming said to himself, uneasy and put on a few more seals until he looked inside and saw that his Dantian looked like it had been covered with a bunch of dog-skin plasters.

Only when you are satisfied can you stop.

Over the years, I have become more and more proficient in sealing, but it is a pity that I still haven't mastered the next five seals. Maybe I can take a step further in the world of immortality.

However, although there was not much progress, Jiang Ming also gained a deeper understanding of the Forbidden Spirit Seal.

"I always feel that we have something in common with this world, which is to cut off the forbidden spiritual energy... Perhaps it was through this world that Dr. Sun realized the forbidden spirit seal..."

"I don't know if he has survived until now!"

Jiang Ming sighed, and the donkey continued to walk forward slowly. He took a rest at a tea stall and listened to the nonsense of some people in the world...

Such as which new martial arts master was born, which sect was destroyed again...

As for Wuming and Zhang Shan, they have disappeared for decades... no one has mentioned them and have been thrown into the pile of old papers.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of wine!" A pretty girl sat down with a sword and shouted excitedly.

Beside him, an old man with half-white hair frowned, but he didn't dare to really stop him, so he could only sigh helplessly.

Jiang Ming glanced at the girl and continued drinking.

The way the blood energy circulates in that young man's body actually made Jiang Ming feel a little familiar... But he didn't intend to explore anything. There were too many people practicing this method.

After a while, Jiang Ming set off on his donkey.

The girl is still behind

He looked at it with gusto: "Uncle Tong, there are also people riding donkeys to travel around the rivers and lakes. It's really interesting..."

…

Ping'an County.

Jiang Ming walked in with his donkey, and he could vaguely see the layout of that year, but there were more new attic houses and the size of the county had also expanded a lot.

But Jiang Ming didn’t know anyone in the city...

To this day, Jiang Ming does not feel too sad. He is like an outsider, watching all this calmly.

"Boss, a bowl of food!" Suddenly, a rough roar came from a street stall.

Jiang Ming turned around and saw that at a simple street wine stall at the back of the alley, there were several poor men such as old farmers and herb pickers in shabby clothes sitting, enjoying a small bowl of wine.

liquor.

Beside the stall, a young man with nimble hands and feet was quickly serving wine to the customers, then serving it with hot smoked tofu, topped with fresh chili peppers, and from time to time he would talk to these drinkers in a cheerful manner.

Jiang Ming looked at the beaming young man and felt a little confused for a moment, as if he had seen the high-spirited Ah Fei again.

The scene of that young man happily fishing in the river with a rotten fishing net on his head, pointing at the bald donkey and cursing angrily, seems to still be vivid in his mind...

The familiar aroma of wine filled the air, which finally stirred up those thoughts deep in his memory. Jiang Ming slowed down and approached the wine stall.

"Boss, a bowl of tongue-sucking and a plate of smoked tofu!"

Jiang Ming tied the donkey to a tree, sat on the stall, and shouted with great skill.

"Okay!" The young stall owner responded loudly. After a while, he brought the wine and food to the table. When he saw Jiang Ming, he was stunned for a moment, and then said curiously:

"My guest, you look a bit unfamiliar, how come you are so familiar with our food and wine? I almost thought you were a regular customer..."

Jiang Ming smiled: "I've heard that the running tongue here is a good drink. I just came to try it today. It's really good!"

"Hehe, this is an ancestral wine recipe. Legend has it that all the masters drank it..." The young man immediately praised himself loudly, causing the surrounding drinkers to burst into laughter.

Jiang Ming glanced at the wine bowl and smiled intentionally or unintentionally: "I heard that in those days, a bowl of wine could make a person's whole body feel hot. Your bowl is a bit too small."

As soon as these words came out, the young stall owner had not spoken yet, but the drinkers around him couldn't help but said: "Young man, you are from out of town, but you don't know the market here..."

"Everything is extremely expensive under the emperor's feet. When I was a child, I thought about how many things a penny could buy. Now, hehehehe..."...

An old man with white hair shook his head and sighed.

"Yes, our Ping'an County is getting better and better, but our life is getting worse and worse!" An honest-looking herb collector also sighed heavily.

"You don't know that Ah Xing's ancestor also opened a restaurant in the county. I heard it was very prosperous back then. Alas, it's a pity that Mr. Captured took his fancy..."

"As a poor family, don't think about getting rich..."

The young stall owner named Ah Xing also looked a little lonely, but he quickly recovered and continued to take care of the wine stall with a smile.

The drinkers also changed the topic tacitly and discussed the fire cloud grass that has recently appeared in Yunmeng Mountain.

"This month, there are three of them..."

"Tsk, tsk, if you find one, secretly take it away and sell it to other places, maybe you can really make a fortune..."

The eyes of several herb collectors flashed, and they were obviously thinking about it.

Jiang Ming drank the wine silently, threw down a few coins, and walked away with his donkey.

In the following days, he bought a small dilapidated courtyard and lived in a low-key manner in Ping'an County. He practiced meditation every day. When he had free time, he would go to Ah Xing's wine stall to drink some wine. The two of them gradually became familiar with each other.

stand up.

In Yunmeng Mountain, more and more people are discovering Fire Cloud Grass, and Ping'an County is gradually becoming more lively, with many strangers appearing, all of them full of energy...

On this day, Jiang Ming was drinking at the wine stall again, slowly

While eating smoked tofu leisurely, a voice of surprise suddenly sounded beside me.

"The boy riding a donkey?"

Jiang Ming turned around and raised his eyebrows. It was the pretty girl he met at the Guandao tea stall that day. Behind her was the old man, staring at Jiang Ming warily.

"Why are you here too?" The girl sat down opposite Jiang Ming in a familiar manner and said with a smile, "Maybe you are also here to see the King of Medicine."

The old man behind the girl quickly stopped the girl from continuing.

But the girl said nonchalantly: "What's the secret of this news? Everyone will know it in a few days. It will be so mysterious that no one will argue with us..."

The old man has black lines all over his head.

Jiang Ming smiled and said calmly: "Who doesn't want to try his luck? Maybe I hide in the ravine and Medicine King jumps into my arms."

The girl's eyes lit up: "Hey, I am a fellow-minded person, I think so too..."

"Let me introduce you, my name is Fang Zishuang, and this is Tong Bo!" The girl introduced herself enthusiastically.

"Your surname is Fang?" Jiang Ming raised his head when he heard this and stared at the girl for a moment... Sure enough, she looked a bit like her.

He thought of his old friend who was trapped in Wuhou Mansion and gave up on his ideals... Calculating time, even if he is a martial arts master, he is almost at the end of his life.

However, Wuhou Mansion was in Dayun City back then, and the two people he met on the road came from the direction of Jiangnan Mansion in the south...

"It seems that after several decades, the once-famous Wuhou Fang Lie has not been living a smooth life!"

Jiang Ming chuckled in his heart, but he had no interest in knowing about these court disputes.
To be continued...