Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 8 Along the way

Lu Ye's eyes twitched.

Who would have thought that just eating a few bowls of meat would increase his energy and blood by 10 points.

Perhaps because there is relatively sufficient energy and blood, the door to hell is no longer closed, so the life span number is no longer a question mark.

49 years old, a lifespan number that was absolutely insignificant in previous lives.

Lu Ye thought about the memories of the original owner. Ordinary farmers in the village worked hard day and night, and had to deal with government labor and miscellaneous matters. Their bodies were overdrawn every year. Most of them died at this age.

In other words, if a person with an average physique becomes a farmer in this era, is 49 considered normal?

This news is really bittersweet.

Fortunately, he finally got rid of his severe physical condition and was on the verge of moderate weakness.

In his view, this is equivalent to switching from intensive care to ordinary illness.

At least he wouldn't suddenly fall to the ground and die of hunger.

Worryingly, his life span of 49 years old makes him very uncomfortable.

How could he be willing to live less than half a hundred years?

At this age, in the previous life, it could barely be considered "a flower"!

If I can fill my stomach in the future, my qi and blood will definitely increase, but my life span of 49 will not increase!

Fortunately, there is still martial arts in this world! And he still has magical powers!

Lu Ye remembered the old man Muramasa in his village, who was also the only landlord in the village. He lived to be 90 years old and still had a ruddy complexion, was as strong as a strong man, had a strong body, and could still take concubines and have children.

It is said that the other party practices health-preserving exercises purchased from a martial arts school at a high price. He practices them for a lifetime, for decades. He does not pay attention to fighting and killing, but just recuperates and seeks to prolong life. The effect is amazing.

Lu Ye briefly recalled the fate of the 90-year-old landowner Muramasa.

On the way to escape from famine, he had a lot of property and two bicycle frames. He encountered bandits and killed them with a knife...

Well, the old man didn’t live past his 90th birthday.

Invincible in maintaining health, he is no match for a steel knife. If he had known his fate earlier, he would have been willing to spend decades practicing some self-defense techniques.

Lu Ye shook his head, telling him what happened to the old man.

In these troubled times, if you want to survive, you must first hold on to the knife and have enough strength to live longer.

After all, without the protection of force, the longer you live, the more tragic it may be.

And the magical power he possesses to transform into a cicada and a dragon is what he relies on to become stronger.

These thoughts were swirling in his mind, but it only took a moment.

Wang Hu kept talking on the sidelines.

"Brother, my master said that although I am not a martial arts prodigy, I am naturally powerful and have strong energy and blood, which is enough to compare with two or three ordinary people."

"Even if you don't practice Qi or martial arts, if you go to the battlefield and fight skillfully, you can still be a strong soldier!"

"When I fill my stomach and gain strength in the future, I will show you my glory, brother..."

"With my strength, brother, I can serve as a soldier, or I can work as a nursing home for a wealthy family..."

Wang Hu's eyes were bright and the dog meat in his stomach was warm, which gave him a lot of confidence and he was looking forward to the future.

Lu Ye smiled and nodded, then sighed.

"Brother, the officers and soldiers are so cruel, do you still want to become a soldier?"

Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, and his mood became depressed. Perhaps he thought about how he almost had his head cut off by Boss Sun today, so his tone became less firm and he muttered.

"If you don't want to be a soldier, why should you become a thief? Master said that only bad people become thieves..."

Lu Ye: "..."

Brother, I'm afraid you want to be an officer and soldier but can't...

The two of them discussed it together. Looking at the methods of Boss Sun and his gang today, the officers and soldiers in the county in front were too cruel and were already killing them. It would be best to go around and go to Dongsai Mansion.

After all, Fucheng is where the government is based. It is a big city with many rich people. There is also a grain depot. I guess the officials have to save some face in their work. According to rumors, there is a disaster relief porridge shed.

There's a better chance of surviving there.

They had eaten less than half of a hound. Unfortunately, there was no salt and they could not make dried meat for long-term storage. They simply stayed in the temple for a few more days, ate all the remaining meat to replenish their strength, and then set off straight to the capital.

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half a month later.

On the desolate dirt road, Lu Ye and Wang Hu walked one behind the other, leaning on sticks and walking slowly.

There were originally trees planted on both sides of the dirt road. In the past, the trees were supposed to be a good place for shade and shade from the sun.

It's just that at this moment, the trees on the roadside are no longer their original green color.

Each tree has lost its mottled bark on the outside, exposing the yellow core inside, and its lush crown has also disappeared.

Because the bark, branches and leaves have all been eaten by the hungry refugees!

On both sides of the road, there are only a few bare tree trunks that are twisted and towering into the sky, like wooden sculptures frozen in time with their teeth and claws spread out, planted on the roadside at intervals of a few steps.

There were several corpses lying under the bare dead trees. In some cases, a family could be seen hugging each other and dying, with expressions on their faces that looked like they were crying but not crying, or smiling but not smiling.

A wild dog with a bright red face emerged from behind the tree, staring at Luye and Luye with red eyes, but was afraid of the long sticks in their hands and did not charge forward. There is a corpse hanging on a twisted tree trunk, with a belt around its neck. At its feet are a few gravels lying on the ground. When the wind blows, the corpse will rotate slightly.

The man who hanged himself must have been lonely and desperate, no longer expecting to survive, and sought death while he still had the strength.

Lu Ye noticed that there were more empty ring-shaped belts on the tree trunks, and there were gravels on the ground, but the bodies disappeared.

Wang Hu and Lu Ye walked in silence for a long time. After seeing such tragic things all the way, their hearts had become hard and numb.

The two people were wrapped in several layers of clothes, and their faces were full of weathered colors. There was only one unconfirmed news that kept them moving forward!

Go to Fucheng and there will be food to eat!

Suddenly there was a rustling sound.

Several people crawled out from both sides of the dirt road. They were holding sticks, forks and nails in their hands and rakes, and they were walking around vaguely. They were all so thin that they looked like they had skeletons hidden in their clothes.

The person in the lead had a hoarse voice and fierce eyes.

"Hand over the food! Leave us alive!"

Lu Ye raised the wooden stick in his hand in response and glared back fiercely like a wolf.

The end of the long stick in his hand was sharpened into a sharp point, with large brown marks on it.

Except for the leader, several refugees took a step back, with fear in their eyes. They noticed that the tip of Lu Ye's long stick was stained with blood, and he was not a good person.

"roll!"

Wang Hu roared, tore off the rags wrapped around the top of the stick, and turned the stick upside down in his hand. He saw a dagger with two broken ends embedded in front of the stick.

Although the dagger was incomplete, the tip was sharply polished.

Several refugees were startled and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The leader was unwilling to give in and encouraged the people in a hoarse voice.

"Don't be afraid, there are many of us..."

brush!

Wang Hu suddenly lunged forward and thrust forward with his stick.

After all, he had practiced martial arts, and this thrust was fast and accurate.

However, he did not stab the homeless leader's vitals, but just stabbed him on the thigh.

"what……"

The leading refugee screamed and was stabbed in the leg. Blood spurted out and he fell to the ground. Several nearby refugees screamed in fear, fell to the ground and crawled away.

Wang Hu took two steps back, retracted the long stick modified from a dagger, and stood next to Lu Ye, taking a deep breath. His legs were shaking a little. This sudden burst was very draining of his energy.

The advantage is that he can kill the enemy quickly and unexpectedly, but the disadvantage is that with his current body, he can only have a few stabs, and then he will lose his strength and be slaughtered.

Fortunately, he has company.

Lu Ye and Wang Hu exchanged their long sticks. Lu Ye held a simple "spear" horizontally with one hand and supported Wang Hu with the other, and came to the refugee who fell to the ground and screamed miserably.

Lu Ye held a "spear" to guard, while Wang Hu sat on the refugee leader and put his hands into the other man's arms.

Soon, a small cloth bag was taken out from the refugee leader's arms.

Wang Hu opened it and saw two stubborn buns inside, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

The leader twisted his body, staring at Lu Ye and Lu Ye with a twisted and resentful face, and saw the two snatching away his life-saving food.

"You will die too. You can't escape. You will die when you get to Fucheng..."

Wang Hu ignored the barking of the defeated dog and stood up expressionlessly. Lu Ye helped him and left.

After only a hundred steps, the wind roared behind him, bringing with it the miserable cry of the refugee leader.

Lu Ye turned his head and looked around. Several refugees who had escaped before surrounded the leader. Some were pressing their hands, others were pressing their feet. Others were lifting rocks, roaring like wild beasts, and smashing them down with force.

Soon, the leader could no longer scream.

Lu Ye took everything in his eyes, his eyes were calm and his expression did not change. He supported Wang Hu and continued to walk forward without any pause in his steps.

Ahead is a winding road, with a mountain blocking people's view.

And following the road around this hill, you should be in front of Dongsai Fucheng.

After escaping from famine all the way, the original owner and his family were about to arrive at the city they had never forgotten.

When they fled the village, there were more than ten members of the Lu family, dragging their bicycles and belongings along with them.

And when we got here, he was the only stranger left.

Lu Yan's head was burning and he thought silently in his heart.

"You poor man, don't worry, I will definitely survive!"

"For me and for you!"

"Live well!"

(End of this chapter)