Shura shook his head gently and replied quietly: "If I don't kill them, they will come and eat the sheep I herd."
The Sixth Senior Brother looked at him and sighed, but said nothing.
Shura took out a handkerchief and covered his neck to prevent the cold wind from blowing in, and then said: "Both horses and sheep hate wolves, so I did kill a lot of wolves."
The sixth brother was a little confused, but he knew from his master not to inquire about the younger brother's life experience, so he could only say: "Seventh brother, you have to be careful on this road."
Shura gently wiped off the snowflakes on his mask and said quietly: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will kill more killers in the future and won't let them escape."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the Sixth Senior Brother changed. Even a practitioner as strong as him did not expect that the Seventh Junior Brother whom the master had just accepted had such a cold mind.
Even the words he spoke were as cold as winter.
Before this, he had never seen the Seventh Junior Brother's arrow skills be so accurate, and he didn't hesitate to kill someone without the slightest hesitation.
Even I didn't have such a character back then.
What kind of cold and intelligent heart is hidden under the mask of Junior Brother Xindao?
...
At dusk, the four masters and apprentices once again camped in the wild for the night.
The Sixth Senior Brother and his master set up a tent. Shura took Yueying to the edge of the woods to collect firewood and light a fire. They were going to cook some porridge to warm their stomachs. All they ate these days was barbecue. Yueying asked for some porridge.
Shura doesn't care, as long as his sister likes it, he can eat anything.
With an iron sword on his back and an iron bow in his hand, he hoped to encounter hares and pheasants foraging for food while collecting firewood, and he could roast two of them and eat them.
Yueying's little boots stepped on the snow, humming an unknown tune while reaching out to fold the dead branches on the tree next to her.
Suddenly, Shura pulled her to the ground with one hand and whispered in her ear: "Sister, don't move!"
Just listen to the crackling of branches above their heads, and the sound of two arrows passing through.
Yueying covered her mouth and saw a black arrow falling on the snow not far from her.
Two masked men in black appeared and roared out of the woods not far behind them. They put away their bows and unsheathed their killer swords, intending to kill the two brothers and sisters who had left the tent first!
The moment Shura threw his sister down, he drew his bow and arrow as fast as he could and shouted: "Master has a killer!"
I saw a black iron arrow whizzing out from the snow, piercing the snow mist and tearing apart the thin branches in front of Shura. It was like a black lightning shining on the woods that were about to go into the night.
Before the second arrow could take effect, he was in a hurry and shot the three iron arrows he held in his right hand again.
There must be three arrows coming out. This is the technique for killing wolves, and it is also the method of killing people.
The killer running in front was hit by an arrow in his right foot, and Yu quickly threw him down less than two feet away from him...
The masked killer behind him was shot by two arrows and was left alive.
At this moment, a loud shout came from the Sixth Brother who was setting up a tent. It seemed that he was facing another gang of killers.
Putting down the iron bow, Shura took off the iron sword on his back as quickly as possible, then slashed it out. Then he looked at the red flowers blooming in front of his eyes and wiped his lips fiercely.
Before cleaning the fighting area, he carefully sensed the movement in the woods. Only when he was sure that there was no danger, did he take off the space rings of the two men in black.
He walked to Yueying lying in the snow, pulled up his sister, and the two of them watched the scene in front of them quietly.
Shura remained silent and silently put the killer's weapon into the space ring. It might be worth selling it for some money, so he had to take it back.
After taking a short breath, Shura gave Yueying a space ring in his hand. The senior brother and master faced more killers than themselves, so they expected to gain more.
Yueying didn't say anything. She silently took the ring from her brother's hand and put it into the bracelet. She was not in the mood to look at what was inside.
She finally knew that she really knew nothing, or that her brother had discovered the unknown danger.
After doing these things, the two of them returned to the front of the tent holding the dead tree they picked up.
Looking at the indifferent young man and the somewhat panicked Yueying, the sixth senior brother's eyes were complicated and a little shocked.
The master's eyes were filled with relief. The second time his disciple faced the enemy alone, he was not as panicked as the last time. He even saw Shura's previous move.
When encountering danger, he thinks of his sister first. He has excellent archery skills and a calm mind, making him a good asset.
In this sniper kill, the senior brother killed three men in black alone, and the master took action to kill two others. After knocking down his sister, Shura killed two black-clothed killers with three arrows.
When trouble comes, don't panic, arrows will be fatal, and don't let the enemy get close to you.
For Shura, who is at the first level of Qi Refining, once the killer gets close, it is just a dead end. From this analysis, this is something that the four masters and disciples should be proud of.
The immature boy had a calm heart, and his last sword kill killed the black-clothed killer, which made Sixth Brother feel incredible. How could he do all this at such a young age?
Only the master didn't ask. From his perspective, all this was a matter of course.
If you want to save the lives of your four masters and disciples, you must have the consciousness to save your own life.
If the Sixth Senior Brother knew that Shura dug a hole overnight, buried the bodies of one hundred and eight relatives, and cursed God, I'm afraid he wouldn't think so wildly.
I am Shura who crawled out from the dead. The purpose of my survival is revenge.
...
A bloody battle ended quietly. The sixth brother dragged the killer's body away from the tent like a wild dog. According to the killer's rules, if you miss today, you will either replace someone or retreat tomorrow.
Qingxu looked at the young man beside the fire quietly, with a smile on his face. Looking at Yueying's little head with a smile on her face and counting the gold and silver coins in her hands, she felt a sense of satisfaction.
A girl's happiness is so simple. After experiencing the pain of losing her father, Yueying became dependent on the young man in front of her and became her disciple.
While counting the trophies her brother gave her, she said, "When we get to town, Yueying invites Master and Sixth Brother to drink and eat beef."
A fire was lit outside the tent. Although there were scattered snowflakes falling from the sky, it did not affect the interest of the four masters and disciples.
What makes Shura proud is that after two life-and-death fights, he was not injured because he did not let the killer get close. As long as there is no injury on the body, it is the biggest gain for him, and he is happier than Yueying counting gold coins.
Because he wants to become stronger, and on this journey of thousands of miles, he has to strive to break through the second realm again, because the master said that he will be able to break through in a few days.
"Sister, stop counting, the porridge is ready."
Shura looked at his sister by the fire, looking at her young face illuminated by the firelight, and sighed in his heart.
Then he bowed respectfully to Qingxu, handed the master a bowl of porridge, and asked softly: "Master, who will guide my sister's practice, the master or the senior sister?"
Qingxu took the bowl of porridge, looked at him and smiled: "Of course she is your senior sister, but before practicing, she must first temper her body, cleanse her marrow and cut her veins."
From Qingxu's point of view, Yueying is probably his last disciple, and he will never bother teaching others again.
Upon hearing this, Yueying raised her head and looked at Qingxu and her brother and smiled. Her dimples and picturesque eyebrows made Shura sitting aside suddenly have an illusion, thinking that her dead sister had come back to life. ?
Yueying took the porridge handed over by her sixth brother. She liked this feeling. She squinted at her brother's dazed side face and couldn't help but ask.
"During the enemy attack just now, was my brother afraid that Yue Ying would be harmed? Yue Ying is very courageous. He will not let his worry in the future."
"Brother, are you afraid that Xiao Man will be harmed? Man'er is very courageous..."
Upon hearing this, Shura was startled by Yueying's voice. He turned his head and looked at her, stunned, not knowing what to say.
"On this journey, Yueying, please don't leave the master's side again, before you start practicing Qi."
Qingxu, who was sitting aside, spoke up. He saw the danger today and did not want his two disciples to be in danger together.
Shura wanted to practice, and Qingxu wanted to polish him into a sharp sword, so he deliberately wanted him to walk on the edge of life and death, but the moon shadow in front of him was obviously not good enough.
After hearing what the master said, Yueying squinted and smiled: "From now on, Yueying will stay with the master and not cause trouble to my brother. When he becomes more powerful, he can help his brother fight bad guys."
Looking at his sister who was quietly enjoying a bowl of porridge, Shura felt a sense of tenderness in his heart. He reached out and tore a piece of meat from the fire and put it in her bowl.
Looking at the red flames, he said quietly: "Brother still needs to practice with Sixth Senior Brother and Master. Only by becoming more powerful can he protect my sister."
In Qingxu's eyes, he didn't want to touch the softness in his disciple's heart. This Shura mask alone could explain a lot of problems. He didn't even dare to imagine how his disciple survived.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown and asked: "The world is so dangerous. You brothers and sisters must rely on each other in the future to have any chance of survival."
Shura picked up a piece of dead wood and threw it into the fire, and whispered: "Surviving is the reason for my practice."
Such a simple sentence, but I don't know how much blood and tears are hidden behind it. The sixth brother looked at the seventh brother beside the fire and suddenly asked: "The purpose of our practice, who is not to live?"
Qingxu looked at the three of them and said quietly: "If you want to live, you must first learn to endure hardship."
"If you want to live, you must first learn to endure hardship."
Shura repeated it softly. He did not explain his past to his master and sixth brother.
He probably wouldn't explain it to anyone in this life. He just gently rubbed Yueying's little head and silently poured soju into the cups of the four of them.
Drinking on a snowy day!
Drink after killing someone!
He drank not to be brave, but to get rid of the unpleasant smell of blood. In fact, he didn't like drinking.
Yueying likes to drink. After drinking, she can temporarily forget her dead father and remember the good things about her brother.
After drinking a bowl of porridge, eating two pieces of meat, and drinking a glass of wine, Yueying fell drunk into Shura's arms.
Shaking his head, the young man carried his sister into the tent. After settling down, he returned to his senior brother and master. This time he made a pot of tea with snow water.
He prefers tea to drinking.
Qingxu asked slowly: "You don't seem to like drinking, why?"
Shura thought for a moment, looked at him and replied seriously: "Drinking makes people intoxicated, and they may die under the arrows of the killer in the next moment. Drinking tea can keep me alert at all times."
Remembering that at the beginning, under the doting of his father and mother, he comforted himself countless times, saying that as long as he grew older, he would start practicing seriously. At the moment, he was still young, less than ten years old, and would have to play for another two years.
It wasn't until he buried his adopted father and mother with his own hands, placed his brother and sister in the coffin, wiped the blood off his parents' bodies and put them in the coffin, that he realized that it was too late for him to practice cultivation.
"How could I miss the opportunity to practice just for fun?"
Although he felt infinite regret in his heart, he was helpless in the end, because everything that happened had passed, and one hundred and eight relatives who were close to him were lying under the cold garden.
Thinking of this, Shura looked at Qingxu and said quietly: "Master, disciples are not afraid of hardship! Even if they practice to death, they are not afraid. As long as they can survive! They will continue to practice non-stop."
In his opinion, as long as he is alive, there is hope.
As long as you are alive, you can go to death to practice and improve your realm.
One day, he will return to the Moluo Kingdom and find the mastermind behind the bloodbath of the Luo Family Villa, as long as he is strong enough.
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