Chapter eight hundred and seventeen the road is difficult for teenagers
The mountain road is difficult to travel.
Lin Zhao and Wei Huarou were sweating profusely as they climbed the mountain. Not long after, Lin Zhao volunteered to help Wei Huarou carry the bamboo box she used to store slips and miscellaneous items. The young man had long been familiar with carrying things, and he often went up the mountain to cut firewood.
When traveling, they had to carry a lot of things, including a basket of pigweed, medicinal herbs, etc., with a thick bundle of dry firewood on top. The Lin family's ancestral home had long been so poor that Xiao Lin Zhao would touch anything that could be exchanged for money. Those dry firewood could
They were sold to wealthy families in the town at low prices, and the herbs could be bought from Zhang Langzhong in exchange for a few copper coins, barely making ends meet.
Wei Huarou pursed her red lips and looked at Lin Zhao with unbearable expression. This boy was obviously a few years younger than her, but he was stronger and faster than her. Wei Huarou even believed that even if Lin Zhao was beaten,
If a person is abandoned in the mountains, he is capable of surviving. On the other hand, he is self-satisfied and useless.
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It was already getting dark when we reached the top of the mountain, and what we saw was an extremely dilapidated Taoist temple.
Lin Zhao was walking ahead, but found that the gate of the Taoist temple had long since rotted away, and the roof of the front hall was full of holes, making it uninhabitable. Fortunately, the main hall was made of bricks and tiles, which could protect it from wind and rain. It was a pity that this
The Taoist temple must have been abandoned for many years. The yard is full of weeds, and the main hall is empty except for the statue of Laojun enshrined there, let alone whether there is anything to eat.
At this moment, there was thunder, dark clouds rolled in from the distance, and it was going to rain.
"Cun'er."
Lin Zhao frowned: "I'm afraid the Taoist priests in this temple have been gone for many years. What should I do?"
Wei Huarou frowned slightly and stood there blankly: "Me too...I don't know either."
"do not care."
Lin Zhaodao: "It's dark. I can't go down the mountain today. I'll clean up the weeds in the yard and spread some grass in the main hall. I'll just spend the night in the main hall tonight."
Immediately, Lin Zhao waved his hatchet and cleared away all the weeds in the yard. He was afraid that there might be some poisonous snakes hidden among them, but he was not afraid of them. Wei Huarou might not be afraid of them. Fortunately, although there were no weeds in this Taoist temple for a long time.
Although he had burned incense, he still seemed to be blessed by the gods, and there were no poisonous insects or beasts. On the contrary, Lin Zhao found some wild fruits in the grass, collected them all, and there was a handful of them. He carried them with his clothes and put them all in Wei Huarou.
On the grass paved in the main hall.
There is probably nothing to eat today, and most of these fruits will not satisfy our hunger, but it is better than nothing.
Later, Lin Zhao wielded a hatchet and chopped the rotten door into dry wood. He lit up a fire in the hall. Wei Huarou was warming himself by the fire. The rain outside had already begun, and the rain was pouring. But Lin Zhao
As if he could never take a break, Zhao put on a coir raincoat hanging in the backyard of the Taoist temple, wielded a hatchet and cut down the trees growing in the courtyard as thick as his wrist, and then made a door out of vines.
There must be a door to the front hall, otherwise the wolves will be able to pass through unhindered once they arrive.
After finishing everything, Lin Zhao returned to the main hall all wet, shivering from the cold, and sat down to warm himself by the fire. Wei Huarou handed the remaining half of the fruit to Lin Zhao. Lin Zhao felt that he could not lift up any strength.
I need to eat something, but these fruits are actually not very tasty. They are either dry or very bitter. In order to maintain my strength, I can only eat them forcefully. It is better than starving to death.
Outside, it was pouring with rain and thunder and lightning.
Wei Huarou did not dare to fall asleep. She leaned on the bamboo box, sat on the meadow, and stood by the fire. There was sadness in her beautiful eyes. She did not meet the legendary immortal master during this mountain climbing. Her path to seeking the Tao was once again blocked. And will she survive?
Going down the mountain was already a problem, and she felt a little regretful. She should have bought more dry food on the way before climbing the mountain. It was really her fault that she was angry with her parents this time.
She glanced at Lin Zhao, who was standing aside, and felt that Lin Zhao was younger than her, but more sensible than her. She was not careful enough, so she didn't bring much food, while Lin Zhao didn't have anything to eat because he had no money.
, but he has tried his best.
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Soon after, he was so hungry that he couldn't bear it anymore. Lin Zhao got up and pulled out a fist pile beside the fire. Suddenly, very thin fist energy flowed from his body. This was the farmer's three fists taught by Long Zaitian. The young man could only do it.
It's just a showpiece, but it doesn't really get you started. Otherwise, you might have already stepped into the threshold of a first-level martial artist.
After practicing for a while, I became even hungrier.
Lin Zhao frowned. He knew that Cun'er must also be hungry, but he was just stubborn and didn't say anything. If he continued to waste like this, I'm afraid both of them would starve to death here, so Lin Zhao grabbed the hatchet and put it on his waist.
Then he put on his bamboo hat and put on the slightly too big raincoat.
"Lin Zhao."
Wei Huarou frowned: "Where are you going?"
"Looking for something to eat."
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth: "Cun'er, just wait here. I will close the door of the front hall before leaving. Even if the wolves come, they can't get in. You guard the fire and don't let it go out.
As long as the fire is still there, those wolves will not dare to approach you even if they come."
"But you..."
Wei Huarou looked at the injury on Lin Zhao's calf, and blood was already flowing out.
"It's fine."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "It's just a little skin injury. I've gotten used to it a long time ago. You wait here while I try my luck. If I'm lucky, I might be able to get some food."
"Okay~~"
Wei Huarou nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes full of worry, but she was helpless and couldn't do anything to help.
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Late at night, under the rays of lightning, the young man walked down the mountain wearing a raincoat.
He did not walk along the mountain path, but groped his way through the mountains, hoping to encounter one or two wild pheasants that had been stunned by the heavy rain, or rabbits that had fallen into the water and drowned.
I have encountered this before. No matter how bad it is, when a heavy rain comes, there will be some fungus, mushrooms and other fungi that have just grown in the forest. Picking them up and roasting them can also replenish some energy.
He frowned, his whole body was soaked by the heavy rain, and suddenly there was severe pain in the wound on his calf. He staggered and almost fell down. When he was holding on to a small tree, he heard the sound of running water in his ears, and immediately followed
The sound of water passed by, and sure enough, there was a mountain stream running across the mountainside. Lin Zhao picked up the hatchet, cut off some thin branches in twos and twos, bunched the branches together, and then placed these branches across the stream to intercept the passing small trees.
fish.
Sure enough, not long after, two small fish as long as one finger were caught. They were immediately beaten to death on the shore and then carefully put away. After that, the young man continued to block the stream to catch fish, just hoping to catch one big enough, at least
He can give himself and Wei Huarou a good meal, otherwise, the two of them may not be able to get along in the past few days.
After a while, with the sound of flapping in the water, a fish weighing at least one kilogram rolled over. Just as a flash of lightning passed by, Lin Zhao grabbed it with quick eyes and hands, and immediately put it on the shore with a wicker, and so on.
, and soon the young man had accumulated about two or three kilograms of fish.
But at this moment, Lin Zhao suddenly felt a chill on his back.
He frowned and turned around slowly. There was a dark figure staring at him in the rain. It was a lone wolf that had already made a pouncing gesture. Moreover, this wolf had a wound on its forehead. It happened yesterday.
The wolf that was struck on the head by Lin Zhao with a knife in the early morning was obviously abandoned by the pack. Now it was hungry and went out alone in the heavy rain to look for food.
"..."
Lin Zhao did not panic. At this time, panic would lead to death. He turned around slowly, gently pulled out the hatchet from his waist, and stared at the wolf in front of him with his eyes. Under the light of lightning, the wolf's eyes were
There was a hint of blueness and greed in his heart, and he wanted to bite all the bones of this young man into pieces and eat up all of his bones.
Lin Zhao's body sank slightly, keeping his center of gravity. He had no more energy to fight with this wolf. He had to kill him with one blow, otherwise he would become a meal for this lone wolf. He was worried
Dagu, he can't die yet, his mother is still waiting for him to take care of him, and Cun'er is still waiting for him to return in the hall.
For a moment, the young man's eyes were filled with determination.
In an instant, the wolf could no longer suppress its desire for flesh and blood. It suddenly jumped up from the rock beside the stream and pounced directly on Lin Zhao. Lin Zhao took advantage of the situation and sank down, lowering his body's center of gravity.
With the light of a bolt of lightning, he pressed his elbow against the lone wolf's chin with thunderous force, preventing him from biting him. At the same time, the hatchet took advantage of the situation and slashed at the wolf's neck where Lin Zhao had expected it!
One sword, two swords, three swords...
As the knife went down, Lin Zhao could feel that the wolf gradually stopped struggling, and a piece of warm liquid flowed from the fur on its neck, which was wolf blood. However, Lin Zhao was still worried, and continued to strike with the knife, until
After completely cutting off the entire wolf head, he staggered and lay down in the stream, feeling that all the strength in his body was almost gone.
…
Soon after, the young man got up and tried to drag the whole wolf carcass, but found that he was so hungry that he almost had no strength, so he just did the next best thing and removed the two hind legs of the wolf, and then took some of the meat.
Cut off more parts, take off his coat and wrap them all up, then perform a dissection, remove the wolf's heart, liver, etc., and wrap them all together. Finally, tie the two wolf legs and a string of fish.
At the waist, he held the coat holding the wolf meat in his left hand, and in his right hand he held a hiking pole that had just been cut off, and he walked towards the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
When the boy arrived at the Taoist temple, it was already dawn and the rain had stopped.
He slowly opened the door to the front hall and shouted in a weak voice: "Cun'er..."
In the main hall, Wei Huarou rushed out and looked at Lin Zhao's miserable appearance, almost crying.
When Lin Zhao saw that Wei Huarou was fine, he felt relieved at last. He suddenly smiled, then his vision went dark and he fainted.
