From this moment on, the young man Luo, one of the three heroes of Luo Villa, changed his name to Shura.
A Shura who kills gods when he encounters them and kills demons when he encounters them.
Even the blacksmith who had seen strong winds and waves couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the appearance of the young man in front of him. He was stunned for a long time and was speechless.
Unexpectedly, the young man looked at him and smiled slightly: "Uncle, don't be afraid, I'm used to it... If I weren't afraid of going out and scaring people, I wouldn't have made custom masks."
Upon hearing this, the blacksmith glanced at him silently and said in a deep voice: "Lie on the chair and I'll pour the film on you... I'll try to make it fit you better."
After that, go back and mix the mud and gypsum of the film.
The young Shura who was lying on the chair felt a line of cold liquid flowing on his face. It took a quarter of an hour for the blacksmith to finish the process of pouring the film.
"I'm not bragging. There are tens of millions of people in this area. If I know the second place in this mask-making skill, no one will dare to know the first place."
The blacksmith looked at the young Shura who stood up and put on his bamboo hat and said proudly.
"Well, thank you, uncle." The young man thanked the blacksmith, turned around and pushed the door open.
Looking up, the warm winter sun was still dazzling, shining on the young man's long coat of coarse linen and also on the picturesque snow-white ground.
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Just after noon, the small town that had been sunny for a while was once again enveloped by a gust of wind and snow. The wind and snow spread over the town, knocking people's good mood that had been joyful for a long time to the bottom again.
After meeting the blacksmith, the young Shura bought several sets of burlap robes from a tailor shop in the town. They were also black, thick and stiff.
The lady boss looked at the thin boy, who didn't look like a child from a poor family, so she couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you buy two more beautiful clothes, which are not as expensive as this coarse linen gown."
The young man wearing a bamboo hat replied calmly: "This black coarse linen is resistant to stains."
In fact, what he wanted was to be black and inconspicuous, and to avoid unknown dangers. At least until he grew up, he could not be discovered, let alone die.
He wants to save his life to take revenge.
After buying clothes, the boy found a restaurant and prepared to fill his stomach before returning to the inn. Waiting for the blacksmith to make his own mask, he left the small town and went further away.
Then, the young man who walked into the restaurant saw a middle-aged man in a green shirt with a few strands of white hair in his black hair.
Unlike the others, this middle-aged man whose age is not obvious has been sitting here for five days.
Come over and sit down at the table by the window every day, order a bottle of wine and two pounds of beef, and sit there all day long.
In the eyes of the restaurant's waiters and shopkeepers, this man is a black-faced murderer. As long as he casually looks at you, you will feel as if you are about to die.
Not many locals in Fuwen Town can come to restaurants to eat meat and drink every day, not to mention that in this dog-freezing season, there are even fewer people going out and not many people passing by.
So this middle-aged man who had been here for five days became a noble person in the restaurant. The shopkeeper reserved the table by the window for him every day, just to please the guests and spend more money.
The young man didn't like to sit by the window, but chose a corner and sat down.
In the opinion of the shopkeeper, anyone who chooses to sit in the corner is either a guy who is too poor to pay his bills, or a charlatan who needs to hide his identity.
The young man in front of him who was still wearing a bamboo hat after entering the store obviously did not fall into the above two situations.
There were also a few passers-by sitting in the restaurant, drinking and making loud noises.
The middle-aged man glanced at the young man without saying a word. He picked up the pot and poured himself a glass of wine. He picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth. His eyes were calm and indifferent.
"Man, please give me a pot of hot tea, two kilograms of soy sauce beef, and a big bowl of soup." The young man said quietly to the man who came over.
"Okay, wait a moment, sir." Upon hearing the young man's instructions, the waiter thought that he had another master who was not short of money.
Amidst the noise of a few individual customers, the young man just wanted to drink a bowl of hot tea and ate hot sauced beef.
Everything is passing quietly...
Suddenly there was a burst of sobs coming from the corner of the restaurant. Amidst the noise of a group of drinkers, this low sob felt like a cold wind blowing into the young man's neck late at night.
Startled, he couldn't help but raise his head and look around.
I saw a seven or eight-year-old little girl sitting on the floor at the table covered by the counter. There was a straw mat on the floor. Her thin body looked like she was malnourished due to frequent hunger.
A surprisingly clean little face with a withered yellow hair floating on the forehead.
In this snowy and windy weather, the little girl's sobs seemed particularly desolate.
The young man's heart tightened, he pushed the chair under him and slowly walked towards the girl behind the counter.
The girl lowered her head and sobbed, seemingly unaware of the young man standing in front of her with a bamboo hat on his head.
The young man asked in a low voice: "What is your name and where is your home?"
The little girl raised her head slightly and glanced at the boy, muttering something that the boy couldn't understand.
Just as the boy was about to turn around and leave, the girl suddenly looked up at him and said, "Brother, help me, my father was killed."
The young man's expression changed.
He knew the pain of losing a loved one, and he even suspected that the murder of a loved one was related to the massacre of the Meng Family Villa.
Taking a step forward, he asked: "What's wrong with your father?"
The girl covered her face and was about to speak, but unexpectedly the manager of the restaurant came out: "This guest officer wants to..."
When the young man heard this, he turned around and asked, "Who is she?"
The shopkeeper said: "This girl came here with her father three days ago. It is said that she went to Qingfeng Town to join her relatives. She didn't expect to be killed along the way... The child cried and said that she wanted to sell her body to bury her father."
"It's a pity that this girl was overly frightened and became crazy... Who dares to buy her now? I couldn't drive her away, so I had to leave her here to suffer through the winter with the leftover food from some guests. Method."
Xiaonian looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "How much money she owes you will be put on my account soon."
After speaking, he knelt down, gently took the girl's hand and said, "Follow me, and I will bury your father for you!"
The little girl looked at him and timidly replied: "Brother...I'm hungry..."
The young man frowned and shouted: "Brother, please give me two more kilograms of beef and a bowl of soup."
After speaking, he took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the woman's hands clean, and pulled her towards his desk.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man's appearance, sighed, and said, "Young man, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
The little girl waved her head and looked at the boy, then obediently followed him back to the table and sat down. She watched as the boy served her soup and put a few large pieces of beef into her bowl.
The boy looked down at the little girl eating meat, and calmly replied to the man at noon: "It makes us live, and we can live!"
After speaking, he reached out and pointed to the top of his head!
"Boom!" With a sound, a winter thunder struck in the hazy sky of the small town.
The frightened group of individual tourists who were drinking and shouting stopped their voices and stared blankly at the young man sitting in the corner.
The shopkeeper suddenly collapsed inside the counter. It was thundering in winter. Who dared to mess around?
However, the starving little girl ate a few pieces of beef and drank two mouthfuls of soup. She squinted her eyes and laughed for the sake of strength.
"Brother, he said he would protect you!" the little girl said.
When the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't help but froze. He stared blankly at the young man whose appearance he couldn't see clearly, but felt a shocking wave in his heart.
In the land of Moluo Kingdom with a radius of 100,000 miles, who can command the master above the nine heavens? Who can mobilize the omnipresent Lord?
"I asked, would you two consider becoming my teacher?"
The middle-aged man leaning against the window looked at the young man and said with a smile.
Before, the boy who had just entered the Qi refining stage was no different from an ant. After that winter thunder, he knew that the boy in front of him might become a legend in the world.
He wanted to witness the birth of a legend.
While picking up food for the girl, the boy asked, "What good can I do? Where are you taking us?"
The middle-aged man replied quietly: "Leave Tian Mo Luo Kingdom and go to another place."
"What price do I have to pay?!" The young man had just experienced the pain of annihilating his family and understood that there was no such thing as a free bargain in the world. In his eyes, anyone could be his enemy.
The middle-aged man was shocked. He did not expect that the young man in front of him was so vigilant and would not easily trust any stranger.
No matter what he thinks, if this guy just goes with him honestly, he will look down on him.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked at him and said calmly: "With your current terrible state, what can you do to help me? It would be good if you can survive and follow me back to the mountain gate to start practicing."
The young man nodded gently upon hearing this, thinking that was indeed the case.
Reaching out his hand to gently smooth the messy hair on the little girl's forehead, the young man continued: "I want to take my sister with me, and she will also practice with me in the future!"
After speaking, he looked at the little girl and asked: "Sister, what is your name? Can you tell me brother?"
The girl had just finished a sip of soup, and there was still a trace of oil on the corner of her mouth. She raised her head and looked at the boy with a smile: "My name is Yueying! Brother, what is your name?"
"My name is Shura. From today on, I am your brother, the only relative in this world."
After finishing speaking, the young man looked at the middle-aged man and said, "She wants to be with me."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly as he looked at the two of them, as if he didn't like the young man's affection. After a long time, he asked quietly: "When can we leave?"
The young man thought that he still had to bury his sister's father for his sister... He looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Two days later, at noon, we will still be here."
It was only then that a faint smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, as if he felt relieved because he had finally found a good apprentice after many days of waiting to no avail.
The restaurant manager and waiters were also happy that the little girl had found a new life.
After all, the shopkeeper and the waiter also had a sense of compassion and did not kick the little girl out.
After the young Shura waited for the little girl to eat, he left two gold coins for Yueying's expenses for the past few days, and then said goodbye to the middle-aged man.
He had to take Yueying to buy some clothes and boots first. In the cold winter months, Yueying was wearing a single coat, and the toes of the cloth shoes on her feet were exposed.
After buying clothes and putting on some boots, Yueying took the young Shura to the roadside outside the town.
Under the big tree not far from the roadside, I saw the body of a middle-aged man hanging on the tree. His head looked like that of the Meng family, which had been cut off with a sword.
In the cold winter, there were no insects or ants or wild animals to feed on. The corpse was like an iceberg dangling on the tree.
The young man took out his own black iron bar that looked like an iron sword, jumped up with his heels in hand, and slashed it away with one strike...
This is his second time burying people, and he has become much more skilled at it.
When the boy piled the last pile of loess.
The little girl Yueying finally couldn't help but pounced on her, shouting desperately: "Daddy!"
The young man shook his head, found a slightly larger stone from the roadside, stood it in front of the mound, and carved a line of words on it: The resting place of Yueying's father.
The young man picked up Yueying who was lying in the snow and said coldly: "Sister, let's go. We will avenge this revenge when we grow up!"
Yueying raised her head and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her dirty sleeves.
"Dad, Yue Ying and his brother left. Come back for revenge when we grow up!"
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