A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

Chapter 3 Fengyang Mansion

Early the next morning.

At dawn, Lu Yuan had already woken up from his light sleep, then stood up and started walking for a new day with a pointed wooden stick.

At this moment, most of the victims on both sides of the official road were lying on the ground, snoring and still sleeping soundly;

But there are also some whose bodies are stiff and motionless, as if they have died in their sleep.

At the same time, after walking forward for a while, Lu Yuan also found several places where victims were gathered, and there were scattered bonfires on the ground that were not extinguished.

There was an iron pot sitting on top of the bonfire. Something seemed to have been cooked in it, and there were pale bones scattered on the ground.

Seeing this scene, his eyelids twitched, and he took a deep breath and turned his gaze, not daring to look further.

Nowadays, there is a famine, and the wild animals on this road are basically extinct, and there is no trace.

Then it is self-evident what has been cooked in the pot.

Years old and hungry, people eat each other.

There are only six words in the history books, but they contain cruelty that is unimaginable to modern people.

After half a month of escaping from the famine, most of the victims were at the end of their rope. Not only did they eat Guanyin soil and drink poison to quench their thirst, but they also frequently exchanged their children for food.

People who are about to starve to death can no longer be regarded as human beings to a certain extent. No etiquette, integrity, morality, etiquette, or even human nature can compare with a bite of food.

As a time-traveler who had cheated, Lu Yuan could not blame these victims who were like evil ghosts in hell, so he could only leave quickly in three steps and two steps at a time.

Just walked forward in silence.

Two more days passed.

The road was peaceful and quiet, and there were hundreds of victims who looked like withered bones and fell down unable to get up again.

Thanks to the art of eating, Lu Yuan, in addition to having to consider the issue of drinking water, can ensure basic survival by eating grass and soil.

But he can't help anyone.

Moreover, people's hearts are sinister. In order to avoid the surrounding victims discovering his secret, he often changes his position in the team to avoid trouble.

This journey lasted until the morning of the third day.

It was a crisp day and the sun was shining brightly. Lu Yuan looked into the distance and could vaguely see the shadow of a huge city at the end of the official road.

It is Fengyang Mansion that is the target of all disaster victims.

He looked up and saw that the long line of people fleeing the famine was much shorter than it was half a month ago. A rough calculation of the twenty to thirty thousand people who fled the famine showed that less than half of them might have made it this far.

"It's here, it's here, Fengyang Mansion is here!"

"Fengyang Mansion is a provincial capital, so there must be plenty of food. The prefect will definitely open a warehouse to provide disaster relief."

"Folks, please work harder, we are saved!"

As if they had finally seen the light of day, the victims who had managed to hold on until now had their eyes lit up with light, and they burst out with strength like a flashback, stepping up and running towards the outline of the huge city in front of them.

Lu Yuan mingled among the crowd and quickened his pace. After walking for about half an hour, he finally arrived outside Fengyang Fucheng.

Fengyang Mansion is not only the provincial capital, but also one of the largest cities in Yuzhou. The outer city wall alone is nearly ten feet high. At a glance, it looks tall and majestic. The city gates and walls were guarded by armored soldiers, and some were even equipped with muskets. They appeared to be quite heavily armed, as if they had received news of the victims' future in advance.

At this moment, many disaster victims have arrived in the large open space outside the city, but the city gate has been closed, and hundreds of soldiers are blocking the city gate, waiting in full formation.

"Master, please, let us go in!"

"Ten thousand of us have starved to death along the way. If we don't open warehouses to stock up on food, we won't be able to survive!"

"Please, military lords, please open the city gate and give us a way to survive!"

After Lu Yuan and most of the victims from behind arrived, they gathered into a dark crowd, with all kinds of noises and pleadings rising to the sky.
  At this moment, the city gate opened wide, and a tall and armored man with long braids rode a tall horse and led his team out. He raised his hand and pulled out an arm-length musket:

Bang bang bang!
  With three consecutive shots, the huge noise outside the city fell silent.

The big man in armor on horseback glanced indifferently at the dark crowd of victims outside the city gate, and then his voice rolled like thunder, rippling:
  "The prefect is aware of the situation and is mobilizing food and grass to prepare porridge sheds for disaster relief. You and other victims must stay in the designated area outside the city. You are not allowed to enter the city without permission, and you are not allowed to gather a crowd to attack the city gate. Otherwise, you will be shot!"

"Again, the prefect has opened a warehouse to adjust the food supply, and the rich households in the city will also contribute to the relief. You will be able to eat in an hour or two."

"In the meantime, you must obey the arrangements. Anyone who gathers a crowd to cause trouble will be beheaded! Anyone who attacks the city gate will be beheaded!"

Two words of "cut" echoed in the sky above the city gate, showing a different kind of cruelty. All the victims present showed flinching and fearful expressions.

"This guy has such a loud voice."

Among the crowd, Lu Yuan stared at the other person thoughtfully:
  "This man is the general guarding the city of Fengyang Mansion? He seems to be very powerful in martial arts."

Unlike most previous dynasties in history that emphasized civility over martial arts, the Dajin court placed a particular emphasis on martial arts. Not only did it have civil and military schools in every state capital, but it also held military examinations to select talents.

By passing the county examination, township examination, government examination, joint examination, and palace examination, one can obtain the titles of Wu Tongsheng, Wu Xiucai, Wu Juren, Wu Jinshi, Wu Zhuangyuan, etc., and will be directly awarded the ninth to seventh rank military positions.

Of course, fame and position are not the realm of martial arts.

According to the memory of the original owner, there seem to be seven levels of martial arts in this world, namely strength training, tendon easing, bone forging, thunder sound, blood refining, pill holding, and true martial arts.

Generally speaking, if you want to pass the most basic children's test, you must at least have a level of strength training and be able to continuously lift a two hundred kilogram stone lock with both arms;
  And those who can come out on top in the palace examination and become the top martial arts master are at least one who can compete with a hundred Leiyin realm martial arts masters, including lifting a two thousand kilogram cauldron.

As for the highest realm of true martial arts, Mr. Storyteller said he was a world-famous grandmaster. He was said to be able to defeat a thousand soldiers with one person, and the imperial court would take the initiative to reward him and win him over.

Of course, such existences are rare. The Jin Dynasty now has a population of tens of millions, and there are so many famous Zhenwu masters in the world that you can count them with two palms.

The original owner himself was preparing to take part in the county martial arts examination. If he passed, he would be awarded the title of martial arts student. Unfortunately, a flood destroyed his family and he was no longer able to participate in the martial arts examination after fleeing the country.

"We still have to find a way to sneak into the city as soon as possible."

Under the command of the city defenders, the victims followed them to the designated area obediently, but Lu Yuan looked at the city wall with twinkling eyes.

Whether it's using the art of taking food to strengthen the body, or finding ways to accumulate the power of luck, only when you enter the city will you have more room to use it.

However, it is obviously impossible for them, the deregistered disaster victims, to be allowed to enter Fengyang Mansion. According to the usual practice, Fengyang government either arranges immigrants to rescue millet, or arranges work-for-relief.

No matter what, it was not a good choice for Lu Yuan.

But for a moment, he couldn't think of how to get into the city. He could only wait until night and then search to see if there was any loophole to exploit.

(End of this chapter)