I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 1

In the 13th year of Zhizheng, the Yellow River burst its embankment.Drought, locust plague, and plague followed one after another.The dead are resting on the road, and the common people are in dire straits——

Ningzhou, Deling County.

Wukui Mountain.

Whoa!
A series of tiny stones rolled down from the cliff and hit Su Heng's face.

Su Heng frowned slightly at first, and then slowly woke up, panting heavily.

He fell under a steep cliff.

If it wasn't for a crooked neck pine growing on a big rock in the middle, which relieved the impact, I'm afraid I would die.

But even so.

Su Heng's current situation is not optimistic either.

His entire left arm was numb, whether it was broken or dislocated.

Fortunately, the rest of the limbs can still feel a burst of dull pain, indicating that there is no problem with the spine, but the muscles were contused during the fall of the cliff.

The back of his head was also a little dazed, and there was a burst of coolness.

Must be bleeding.

Su Heng didn't care about his injuries, and struggled to turn his head to look in the direction of his left hand.

Even though the left hand has lost consciousness at this time, in the white fingers, there is still a khaki medicinal herb shaped like a bamboo knot and the size of an arm.

This medicinal material is called Bamboo Ginseng.

Every additional bamboo joint on the top means that there are ten years of the year.

And the bamboo-jointed ginseng in Su Heng's hand has ten bamboo joints arranged together, which can be called the best century-old ginseng.

Such a century-old ginseng.

If it can be sold in the market.

Even in the first year when prices are soaring today, it can be exchanged for food for a family of five to live for three years.

Seeing that the century-old ginseng in his hand was safe and sound.

Only then did Su Heng heave a long sigh of relief.

He lay on the soft sand and looked up at the light blue sky.Not far away, a stream gurgled past, and there was the sound of ding-dong spring water.

unconsciously…

It has been almost half a year since I traveled to this world.

As a traveler, Su Heng naturally has his own golden fingers.

His golden finger is named Food Immortal, which can absorb more nutrients from food.

And these nutrients, after being absorbed by the body, can strengthen Su Heng's body shape, bones, perception and even lifespan without limit.

It can be said.

As long as there is enough food and time.

Su Heng can grow to a terrifying level in this world.There is no more talk about becoming an immortal and becoming an ancestor, and Changsheng Jiushi is within reach.

however…

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

In this feudal dynasty named Dayue, the people were divided into four categories: Yueren, Nanman, Han, and Beiren.

Among them, the Yueren had the highest status, and the Beiren had the lowest status.

Similarly, the rulers of the Great Moon Dynasty also divided the people into 79 different household registrations according to different industries.

Su Heng is the lowest-ranked northerner, and his household registration is medicine registration.

This also means that he can only be a precarious herb picker all his life.

It's all about being a herb picker.

To make matters worse, the drought is severe now, and the vegetation in Wukui Mountain has become much more desolate.

However, the taxation of the imperial court is getting stricter day by day, coupled with the rampant local gangs, becoming more and more rampant... Not to mention becoming an immortal and becoming an ancestor, even having enough food every day has become a luxury.

Su Heng also thought about hiding in the deep mountains and left.

Unfortunately.

Su Heng's father is very kind to him, and his two sisters are also very kind to him.But now that the family has suffered a change, he has become the only pillar, if he walks away...

"Crash!"

The sound of gravel coming from the path in the distance interrupted Su Heng's thinking.

someone is coming!

After realizing this, instead of being surprised, Su Hengfei's expression became fierce.

He groped the ground with his right hand for a while, and a hemp rope appeared in Su Heng's hand.

This kind of hemp rope is usually tied around the waist and is a safety rope used by herb pickers for protection when climbing cliffs.It needs to be soaked in tung oil for several days to make it, and it is extremely tough.

But at this time, the end of the hemp rope has been broken, and the incision is neat. It is obvious that someone cut it with a sharp weapon, and the purpose is self-evident.

"You want to kill people and seize treasures! You have a good idea!"

The crisis is approaching.

Su Heng's mood became extremely calm.

Without any hesitation, Su Heng struggled to break apart the century-old ginseng held in his left hand, stuffed it into his mouth piece by piece, chewed hard and swallowed it.

Hundred-year-old ginseng is a very precious medicinal material, but the taste is not good, bitter and astringent.

At this moment, it was mixed with blood and was swallowed by Su Heng.

The taste is getting weirder.

Soon, a century-old ginseng was swallowed whole by Su Heng.

Under the influence of the food immortal's talent, the medicinal power of the century-old ginseng was quickly digested and absorbed by Su Heng.

Su Heng only felt waves of heat spreading from the abdomen, flowing into the limbs along the veins and tendons.His forehead was slightly red, his body was hot, and his chest was panting violently.

A tingling sensation came from the wound.

The severed left hand regained consciousness.There was a crackling sound from the bones, and his body seemed to grow a little taller.

Although the injury has not fully recovered, basic actions are no longer hindered.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Su Heng lay on the ground, squinting his eyes to see the face of the visitor clearly.

The visitor was thin, with a withered face, wearing a rag linen shirt, and holding a simple knife for chopping firewood in his hand.

"It's jute seeds..." Su Heng had an impression in his mind.

Jute, like Su Heng, is also a herb collector.In the past, he had been favored by Su Heng's father, but he didn't expect to want to attack him now.

Sure enough, money is touching.

"He has a weapon in his hand, and the injuries on my body have not healed, so if I fight head-on, the chance of winning is not very high.

After briefly analyzing the situation, Su Heng had a decision in his heart instantly.

He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and continued to lie on the ground pretending to be dead, but his heart was extremely nervous.

rustle!

The sound of the soles of your feet stepping on the sand.

"Aheng!"

Huang Mazi stood not far away, yelling loudly, his cloudy eyes were glinting at the moment, and he looked around.

He even picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Su Heng's head.

Still no movement.

"Have you passed out completely?" Huang Mazi breathed a sigh of relief, and then strode towards Su Heng.

He squatted on the ground and rummaged through the medicine basket beside Su Heng.

However, after searching for a long time, the hundred-year-old ginseng was still missing.

"How is this going?"

Huang Mazi saw sweat on his forehead, and felt a little bad in his heart.

He wiped his sweat, but from the corner of his eyes, he found that Su Heng, who was lying on the ground just now, had disappeared at some point.

"not good!"

Jute's heart beat violently, and he turned his head to look behind him.

But he saw that Su Heng was facing away from the sun at this time, his thin figure was shrouded in shadow, and his slightly immature face was full of fierceness.A pebble the size of a head was being held up high by Su Heng——

Hit hard.

puff!

A string of scarlet blood splashed high.

(End of this chapter)