The second generation doesn't want to suck powder anymore

The forest in winter is full of depression, there are no birdsong in my ears, and there are no living things on the snow.

Occasionally, branches that could not bear the weight of the snow would bend down and shake off the pure white snow, making the ground a little more white.

And white is not so unusual here, but the footprints of small animals on the white can attract the attention of the same white-haired youth.

His complexion is also very fair, and from a distance it seems that only his scarlet eyes can be seen - in such an environment, he looks like an elf in the mountains, like the son of Snow.

This is what the boy who was also in the mountains saw his thoughts.

The boy has red eyes and red hair, and he has sun wheel earrings on his ears, which looks a bit like an amulet or something.

After the boy saw him, he asked him in a daze: "Are you... a snow demon?"

Qianshou froze, then laughed.It's a rare pleasure.

When the silver-haired young man laughed, he became angry, and his red eyes no longer seemed to be floating in the world, but were shining brightly: "No."

was rejected in this way.

The boy was also stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red all of a sudden, and the heat seemed to materialize from his head: "Hold, sorry!!!"

He bowed to the bottom, revealing Tan on his back: "I, I'm Tanjiro Kamado, I'm sorry! I made a mistake!"

The hands are stretched out cutely, and pouted back.

Of course, Qianshou Feijian would not argue with a young boy, he smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter."

He nodded, and then walked forward slowly. When he passed by the young man, a light "thousand-handed door" floated over.

Kamado Tanjirou was stunned for a while before realizing that it was the young man's name.

So he turned around and bowed to the young man's back: "Thank you very much!"

As expected, there was no response.

The young man didn't feel discouraged because of this, he straightened up, and saw the snow field in front of him again - only his own footprints, as if the silver-haired youth had never appeared.

It is precisely because he walks without footprints that Kamado Tanjiro thinks he is a mountain elf or fairy.

The boy didn't take it seriously, and continued to cross the short mountain, and then prepared to sell charcoal from door to door.

But he didn't expect that he had almost nothing this time.

—and his peaceful life was gone forever.

*

The silver-haired young man didn't regard the boy he met halfway as any important person. In his opinion, he was just an ordinary charcoal seller.

If there is a difference, is the color of his eyes and hair a good omen for a charcoal seller?

Qianshou Feijian had never noticed these, so after much deliberation, he could only come up with this.

After all, for someone like him who has been on the battlefield all year round, the New Year is like nothing, that is, a day with a little less work and a more lively day... For him, 360 days a year are all working days, there are no rest days, and there is no ability to work. Time to breathe.

The young man blinked his red eyes, which made people realize that he was not a lifeless doll, but a real person.

When he didn't move before, he seemed to be a ghost floating on the snow.

Here... is the mountain where the mission is located, but there is no ghost aura. Qianshou Feijian is quite confident in his perception ability, so he frowned, thought for a while, and decided to stay and continue watching look.

His perception ability is certainly not wrong, but there is no need for someone like Yoya Ubayashiki to deceive him, and the information of the protagonist of the Demon Slayer Squad is rarely wrong.

It's better to stay.

After most of the afternoon, Qianshou Feijian reached the bottom of the tall snow mountain, and saw a family at the foot of the mountain.

It is said that it is a family with only one elderly person.

The old man didn't stop him from going up the mountain, but he still stopped him and handed him a bowl of hot water: "Warm up before going up."

It was not easy to refuse someone else's kindness, and he could not detect the malice in the old man, so he thanked him, took the bowl and drank.

While he was drinking, the old man looked at the mountains with his hands behind his back: "You must have a reason to come."

Wearing clothes that looked like a nobleman paused, nodded: "Yes."

The old man turned his head and looked at him, but it seemed that he was looking at something through him. His words were full of warnings and the vicissitudes of many things he had experienced: "There used to be a very powerful young man on the mountain, but unfortunately he walked too far. early……"

He paused, but continued: "Young man, you don't look like a bad person, so I'll just say it straight."

Qianshou Feijian nodded again: "You say."

The old man smiled slightly, as if he was gratified by his attitude - Feijian felt that he was still too young, he rarely came into contact with such pure ordinary old people without any power, he couldn't see through them, this made him feel He was really young——he watched the old man open his mouth and said, "Young man, a place like this on the mountain is not stable regardless of the season. If you see someone, you should rest."

The door responded, and handed back the bowl: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

It's because there are warmer people on the mountain who can let him rest at night, and they are more of that kind of warmth.

Unknowingly, he asked, "Will you be envious?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing what he was talking about, he smiled: "There will be a little bit, but I won't be very envious."

He showed nostalgic look: "Because, that's not my family after all."

Qianshou was stunned, and finally couldn't say anything, so he could only bid farewell to the old man, and walked into the mountain alone, leaving a bleak look on the old man's back.

What he didn't know was that after he walked away, the old man shook his head: "Oh...what a wonderful child...how did he come to this point?"

Between Thousand Hands:?

*

At this time, Qianshou Feijian walked along the hillside and saw a house in the distance on the upper half of the mountain. It was a relatively large wooden house, and he could even see the curling smoke rising from the chimney.

This breath of life made the ninja who has been fighting all year round relax a little bit. He stared at the smoke for a while, and was called back by the open door.

He made eye contact with a little girl with pink eyes.

The girl was surprised when she saw him, and then she gave him a gentle smile: "You, how are you?"

Qianshou Feijian made himself look less cold and hard, and his voice was not so flat: "Hello."

Seeing that the girl on the opposite side didn't move, he thought of the old man's words, and he tentatively asked: "It's getting late, and there is no one's house nearby, can I rest at your house today?"

The girl was not stunned by his natural attitude, but because the clothes on his body looked very luxurious, and he had an indescribable aura about him, which was very noble... and she was just a charcoal seller in the mountains. Daughter, when I saw her for the first time, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Perhaps it was because she had been out for a long time, and a woman's gentle and worried voice came from inside: "Nezuko?"

The girl hurriedly turned her head: "Mom! There is a traveler outside the door who wants to stay overnight!"

So soon, the woman who came out saw the Qianshoubeijian who was dressed very tall compared to them. She was also a little embarrassed. After wiping her hands, she settled down: "Come in, it's cold outside."

Fei Jian nodded, and walked into the only light source and warmth on the mountain: "Excuse me."

The woman's name is Zaomen Kuizhi, and it was her eldest daughter Zaomen Nezuko who opened the door just now. There are still a few children in the family, a younger sister called Hanako, and three younger brothers named Takeo, Mao, and Liutai.

There is another one, which is still outside. It is snowing heavily tonight, and it may not be able to come back.Because this has happened before, they don't seem worried.

"A Thousand Hands." The youth newspaper wrote his name, and asked softly, "Is the one outside, the kid with red hair and red eyes who sells charcoal fire?"

Not waiting for them to show vigilance, Tokama said again: "He said his name is Tanjiro Kamado, and he mistook me for a snow demon, very cute."

Nezuko and Aoi Zhi Akira were taken aback for a moment, and then they even laughed with their younger brothers and sisters.

"It really looks like something he would do." The gentle mother brought a cup of hot tea to Qianshoubeijian, "I'm sorry, we don't have expensive tea to entertain you, please don't hold it back."

"I interrupted rashly, how could I dislike it." Fei Jian's tone was much softer, and he was particularly attractive to children under the warm light.

Nezuko didn't keep an eye on the younger brothers and sisters, the youngest Liutai grabbed onto the guest and babbled.

Although the other younger brother was sensible, he was still young, and more or less wanted to see if the warm-looking furry collar of the guest was as soft as it looked.

Feathered furry collar already grabs the attention of little ones.

And the other older sister and younger brother wanted to play a little bit, but they were stared at by the older sister, so they could only stay there reasonably, looking at him eagerly.

Qianshoubeijian has not felt such warmth for a long time.

The last time...it was probably...more than ten years ago, when his two younger brothers were there and his father was still alive.

Although his father was cold and stern, he was actually a relatively easy-going person. He didn't show all his love, and he played the role of a strict father.

The silver-haired young man had no facial hair on his face, and he was not wearing the clothes that represented the Thousand Hands. He finally got rid of the shackles temporarily and became himself.

So he smiled and said to Nezuko, "It's okay."

These children are so cute...is this what he wants to protect?It's them... no, it's the smiles on their faces.

If they still have smiles on their faces, it means that what he did was not wrong, and this is the same in the ninja world.

A village must be built.

But why do ninjas have to succumb to others?

He closed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help thinking about a village in the future where there would be no wars and would not be subject to the lord. After thinking about that future, he would not be able to remove the "Utopia" in his heart.

——Sure enough, it is indeed a lifetime of struggle.

*

The sound of knocking on the door suddenly sounded, and Nezuko immediately got up to open the door: Is Xu Shi another traveler who has no place to stay?

The mind in Qianshoubei was a little dazed, he was stunned for a moment, and was at a loss for a moment because of the elusive mixed breath that suddenly appeared.

——It doesn't look like a ghost, it doesn't look like a person, and of course it's even more impossible to be a ninja.

When he was stunned, the door had already been opened.

"Oops!", Qian Shou Fei Jian immediately got up, and his perennial leadership made him speak in an orderly tone when he was in a hurry, "Back!"

However...it was too late.

The girl's bun spread out, her pink eyes lost their luster, and blood gushed out...

—she was lying on the ground.

The red eyes in the door opened wide, showing a bit of viciousness. They looked at the man in a white suit and top hat outside, and stretched out their hands to protect the screaming Zaomen family: "You bastard——"

The room is warm, but he is like falling into an ice cellar.

The silver-haired young man exuded a murderous aura, and his red eyes seemed to be made of blood, like a wild beast, choosing to devour people.

The monster outside the house looks like a human being, with black curly seaweed-like hair hanging down from his cheeks, and scarlet vertical pupils, but he looks as graceful as a thousand-handed door facing an enemy.

The silver-haired youth's anger reached its peak: "You bastard! Who the hell!"

It has been many years since someone dared to attack the territory guarded by his Second Hokage!

It made him feel challenged.

- "Are you ready to pay for this?"

The male lion, which had been sleeping for a long time, opened its eyes at this moment and showed its fangs.