After returning to the inn, Shura asked the waiter to boil two large buckets of hot water, and asked Yueying to wash it carefully twice to clean away the stains on his body.
Putting on clean clothes from the inside out, the thin Yueying changed her appearance instantly. Although Yi's hair still had a few strands of yellow hair, her whole person was already alive.
"Sister, are you afraid of my brother's face?"
After entering the inn, the young Shura took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing his pale face.
The sensible Yueying stretched out her hand to touch the damaged half of Xiaonian's face, and asked gently: "Brother, is it still hurting?"
Shura looked at her, shook his head, and replied softly: "It doesn't hurt anymore. My brother also has a blood feud. When we grow up, we will come back to them to seek revenge."
Like the young Shura, Yueying didn't sleep well for an unknown number of days, and she slept for two whole days.
On the day they agreed with the middle-aged man to leave, the brother and sister had breakfast in the inn, packed their luggage, and both left the inn and walked to the blacksmith shop in the alley.
The young Shura looked at the mask that the blacksmith handed him with a hint of light, and sighed softly.
He said quietly: "I died yesterday, I am Shura."
After saying this, he gently took off the bamboo hat on his head, put the mask on his face and put it on.
He looked at Yueying and asked: "Sister, if you practice, will you be a sword or a sword?"
Yueying raised her head and thought for a while, looked at him and replied: "Whatever brother uses, Yueying will use?"
The young Shura looked at the blacksmith and asked, "Uncle, do you have a better show sword that my sister can use?"
The blacksmith looked at the two brothers and sisters. One looked like an elf who had fallen into the world, and the other looked like a devil from nowhere. He couldn't help but sigh, and took a scabbard made of black python skin from behind.
"The sword is two feet eight inches long and weighs twenty-eight pounds. It is neither light nor heavy."
The young Shura quietly drew out a section of his sword, looked at the blacksmith and asked, "What is the name of this sword, and how much do I want to pay you?"
The blacksmith looked at him and shook his head gently, and said with a wry smile: "You can give me half for sale and half for free. Give me sixty gold coins... This sword has not been named yet. You can name it whatever you like, and I will do it for you." Carve the name of the sword on it."
The young Shura looked at Yueying and asked: "What kind of sword name does my sister like?"
Yueying shook her head, looked at him and said, "Brother, just give me a name."
The young Shura nodded, looked at the blacksmith and said, "Uncle, please brand the word Qingfeng on it." After speaking, he took out the bag, carefully counted sixty coins and placed them on the table in front of the blacksmith.
"Qingfeng Sword?" The blacksmith was startled after hearing this. He seemed to have remembered something and couldn't help but stare at the young man blankly.
Ding-ding-dang, there was a banging sound in the blacksmith shop, and soon Yueying's Qingfeng Sword was held in the hands of the young Shura.
"The mountains are high and the rivers are long, uncle, we will meet again!"
The young Shura who put on the mask took his sister Yueying's hand and gently pushed open the wooden door of the blacksmith shop and walked towards their unknown life.
In the restaurant not far away, the middle-aged man, the brother and sister's future master, was still waiting for them.
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Leaving Fuwen Town, you have to travel thousands of miles to Tianshui County before crossing the wasteland and leaving the Moluo Kingdom.
Wen Wen and Xue could not stop the three masters and apprentices.
The middle-aged man brought a carriage with him, and the man in black who drove the carriage was only twenty years old. It was said that he was a monk in the Golden Core realm and a disciple of the middle-aged man.
There was snow in the early morning, and the carriage pulled by four wildebeest horses sometimes galloped away, and sometimes strolled leisurely in the wind and snow. Just like the temperament of the carriage owner, it was hard to tell the depth.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man with a mask on his face, and after a moment of silence he said: "The road from Fuwen to Tianshui is difficult, and you may encounter killers on the road... You have to learn to deal with these dangers on your own. ."
The young Shura looked at him and was stunned. He suddenly remembered something, looked at him and asked: "Master, do you have any weapons for your disciples to use?"
When the middle-aged man heard this, an iron bow appeared in his hand with a flick of his hand, and he held a quiver in his other hand.
She looked at him and said with a smile: "Can you shoot an iron bow? If you can, the arrow barrel is enough!"
The young Shura tried to pull the iron bow. It took all his strength to fully pull the iron bow. He looked at the middle-aged man quietly and replied: "I can!"
When the young man in black who was driving the carriage heard the words of the missing Shura, he couldn't help but swung his riding whip and laughed and said, "Seventh Junior Brother, you are really interesting."
Along the way, except for the occasional stop to let the horses have a rest, the carriage was basically walking. Sometimes it's running, sometimes it's like a pedestrian strolling. Not in a hurry, not slow, maintaining a strange speed.
For some reason, the Sixth Brother who was driving the carriage liked to call Yue Ying out to chat with him. At this time, Yue Ying would put on Shura's bamboo hat to block the wind and snow.
Only the young Shura, who was a disciple, did not look like a disciple at all. He respectfully accompanied his master in the carriage and chatted. Instead, he picked up a copy of "Unknown Sword Technique" that the middle-aged man threw to him.
The name of this swordsmanship is "Unknown Swordsmanship".
This book on swordsmanship does not have a single sword move from beginning to end. It only introduces some Buddhist scriptures and Taoist methods, as well as how to cut off a leaf and how to catch a snowflake.
At the end of the sword technique, there are four lines: "Poem does not look like poetry, and Ye does not feel like Ye."
Saha sentient beings, flowers fall without leaving a trace.
The ten thousand ways of Buddhism are reincarnated with one sword.
The young Shura looked around and couldn't understand, so he had to ask the middle-aged man: "Master, what kind of sword technique is this? Why is there no sword technique at all?"
The middle-aged man looked at him and replied calmly: "Isn't this very clear? This is an unknown swordsmanship, and I have never practiced it as a teacher. If you practice hard, you may be able to master the swordsmanship at home and form your own sect in the future."
Shura couldn't bear the pain, so he stretched out his head and asked his senior brother: "Sixth senior brother, have you ever practiced this unknown sword technique?"
Unexpectedly, the young man in black looked at him and said with a smile: "Seventh Junior Brother, I use a knife!"
Shura couldn't help frowning when he heard this. He pulled back his neck and looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Will my sister also practice the same swordsmanship as me in the future?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and replied softly: "As a master, I will teach her the Falling Leaf Sword Technique."
As soon as Shura heard it, it was fine, as long as Yueying could embark on the path of cultivation.
"My disciple bought her a beautiful sword from the blacksmith shop in Fuwen Town. The sword is two feet eight long and weighs twenty-seven kilograms. I hope my sister can start practicing spiritual practice soon."
The Chinese man was not in a hurry. He looked at him and replied, "We'll talk about it when we get back. Now let him practice with you on the road."
Along the way, he stayed in an inn when he encountered a small town, and when he couldn't see the four people in the inn, he set up a tent. Finally, Shura, who had never lived outside, learned some experience in surviving in the wild.
"Have we left that town?" Yueying asked, raising her head.
"I guess I should have left a few hundred miles away. It's not very fast in this snowy weather." Shura replied: "If it were spring, I could teach my sister how to ride a horse."
Yueying looked at him and replied: "Yueying knows how to ride a horse, there is no need for brother to teach him."
Shura looked at her and replied: "When spring comes, I will buy two horses and ride them back."
The Sixth Senior Brother who was driving the cart laughed loudly when he heard it and said, "Isn't this a ready-made horse? Just take off the reins when the time comes."
"I'm afraid that the master will be angry." Shura raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a low voice: "Aren't these the horses that the master specially used to pull the cart? How can I dare to trouble them."
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"There are killers from the Dark Demon Country in front of us."
The middle-aged man said to Shura, who was looking down at the map: "What weapon do you use? Do you want me to give you a sword? Or is it just the iron bow from before?"
Upon hearing this, Shura was silent for a moment, folded up the map given to him by the middle-aged man and put it away. He laughed at himself and said, "Disciple has this iron sword and the iron bow that the master gave me. That's enough."
After speaking, he took out the black iron sword wrapped in black cloth from behind and gently touched it in his hand.
"This is what my father left for me." Thinking of his dead parents, his heart became heavy. He lowered his voice and said, "It's just that I asked the blacksmith who made it for me, and he said there was nothing you could do with it, it couldn't be melted."
The middle-aged man took the iron bar that looked like some rust marks from Shura's hand, and frowned tightly as he looked at the sword beside him that had taken an unknown amount of effort to polish into a blade that could not be called an open edge. stand up.
"The edge of the sword is sharpened by itself. It is not willing to be refined by you now because your level is too low. If you want to be able to use it to conquer demons and eliminate demons one day, then go to death and practice!"
The middle-aged man replied with some confusion: "My name is Qingxu. This is your sixth senior brother Qiu Yide. You have a total of two senior sisters and four senior brothers. You are the seventh senior and Yueying is the eighth senior. This is the hierarchy of seniority. Remember it clearly."
The sixth senior brother who was driving the car was amused and shouted loudly: "Seventh senior brother, won't senior brother want to call you Yixiu and sister Yiyue from now on?"
"We'll talk about it after we meet Senior Sister."
Shura took a whetstone and lowered his head to sharpen the iron sword. The movement is slow and powerful: "As long as you can live, it doesn't matter what you call it."
When Yueying heard this, she looked at him and nodded heavily. She started a new life after meeting her brother Shura.
In this sense, the Shura in front of her was her life.
Qingxu thought about the thunder in the restaurant, and saw the iron sword in Shura's hand. He stared blankly at the face of the boy who was less than ten years old and had a Shura mask on his face, and sighed silently.
Others couldn't tell, but he recognized the Shura mark on the mask just by looking at it.
It turns out that there is a powerful master hiding in Fuwen Town.
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The four masters and disciples set up a tent in the wild tonight, and the six wildebeests were also arranged by the sixth brother to move into a simple wooden shed in the wilderness to withstand the severe cold of winter.
"Brother, are you afraid? What if the killer comes? Have you ever killed anyone?"
Yueying, who was hiding under the quilt, revealed a small head and looked at Shura and asked nervously.
Shura gently rolled the corner of the quilt tightly for her and replied calmly: "I have buried people, many, many people."
That clearly means that I am not even afraid of dead people, so why should I be afraid of these living people?
Qingxu, who was sitting aside and making tea, wrinkled his head slightly and said nothing. At the moment, he and his sixth brother looked like one was a teacher at the academy and the other was a driver at the inn.
In the words of the Sixth Senior Brother, when it comes to life or death, Shura himself has to find a way to deal with dangers. This is a good opportunity to gain experience because he has a master by his side.
Shura checked whether the iron bow was strong enough, thinking that the skills his parents had taught him since childhood would come in handy, and he couldn't help but feel hurt again.
After looking at Yueying in silence for a long time, he said quietly: "In order for my sister and me to survive, my brother must learn to kill from now on!"
"I picked you up from the restaurant. As long as I can survive, you can survive."
In Shura's view, seeing the thin and thin Yueying was not his fate.
For the lives of the two of them, he had to fight the killers or bandits who were about to appear in front of him.
"Sister, our lives are very hard, and we even have to fight hard to continue living. If this is the case, then we must be cruel to ourselves."
After saying these words, Shura covered her face with a thin silk scarf to block the cold wind that occasionally came in from the gaps in the tent.
He put the sharpened iron sword on his back and picked up the iron bow in his hand, looking like he was ready to fight at any time.
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