It's Shadow Guard and Bai Yueguang [Rebirth]

"Let's go, let's find a place to rest first." The man didn't give the official servant time to answer, he dragged him and strode towards the street outside the official residence, yelling at the servant behind him as he walked, "Old place! I advise you not to default, or I won't guarantee the consequences!"

Holding the rattle in his hand, he obediently followed the man away.

The place to stay is an inn.

After being brought into the room, he obediently sat in the corner, motionless.

After a while, Xiao Erduan came in with some food and drink, and he heard the man speak again.

"Hey, kid, this is for you, come and eat."

He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Just now, the man said he was going to kill him.

"Come and eat, it's not poisonous." Seeing that he was not moving, the man repeated impatiently.

Only then did he cautiously walk to the table and climb up the stool with difficulty.

There are plenty of dishes on the table, especially the roast chicken, the aroma is particularly mouth-watering, "You, didn't you say, you want to kill me?"

"It's not the time yet. Even if I want to kill you, I can't make you a starving ghost. Otherwise, what should I do if I come back to take revenge?"

"..." He didn't speak any more, and then he took the courage to lie down on the table, broke off a chicken leg, and took a big bite.

The saltiness of the fat mixed with the meat is enough to alleviate the fear of death.

"What's your name? I can burn some paper for you after you die."

He put down the chicken leg in his hand and swallowed his mouth full of food, "Zhu'er."

"First name. What's your last name?"

He thought for a while and shook his head.

He vaguely remembered that his father had given him a name, even the last name and the first name, but he didn't know how to pronounce those densely packed characters, and his mother didn't know the words, so she just called him "Zhu'er".

"The last name...can't read it. Anyway, it's a very complicated word."

Seeing that the man fell silent, he picked up the half chicken leg that he hadn't finished eating just now, and took a big bite.

After a moment of silence, the man said again, "There is a way, recognize me as the master, I will give you a name, and I will make sure it is easy to write and remember. This way, I can burn paper for you after you die."

Recognize, recognize him as a master?

In his cognition, the master is almost equivalent to his father.Ercaowazi next door worshiped a scholar as his master, and was taken out of the village, never came back, and letters were rarely sent back.

"Hurry up. Anyway, you have no father and no mother, and you don't violate the kindness you often say. I don't want to burn paper for wild ghosts."

When he thought of the man in front of him who made a living killing people, he couldn't help feeling timid.

After hesitating for a moment, he still called out honestly, "Master, Master."

"That's right." Hearing the "Master", only the eyebrows and eyes showed a little smile, "From now on, your name is Fu Shijiu."

nineteen……

The name is a bit too arbitrary.

But he didn't dare to refute, and nodded obediently.

"then."

He looked up, and there was an iron seal in front of him, with a totem engraved on it.

"Later, Xiao Er will bring you a charcoal basin, and you will burn the iron mark red, and find a place to brand it on your body," the man explained, "I came here with my own hands when your brothers and sisters were all grown-ups. But you are in a hurry to reincarnate, so you can only advance the ceremony, and since you are the source of the disease, I will not help you, you can do it yourself. Of course, you can also refuse, but if you refuse, you may have to reincarnate now... "

Fu Shijiu nodded and looked at the iron seal on his hand.

Being scalded by iron can live a little longer, which is still very cost-effective.

After a while, Xiao Er came to the charcoal basin, and he burned the iron seal alone by the window.

It wasn't until the dark iron turned slightly red that he gritted his teeth and pressed down hard on the delicate skin on the inner side of his arm.

His skin, which was originally raw and tender, was scalded like this, and white smoke burst out from his snow-white skin, and there was a burnt smell.

He couldn't help gritting his teeth, and hastily dropped the soldering iron, clenched his small fists tightly, tears rolled in his eyes, but he didn't dare to fall.

Hearing the sound of the soldering iron falling to the ground, the man stood up from the stool, went straight to the window, grabbed the kid's arm, and looked at the scars on the white tender flesh with satisfaction.

The place where the arm was scalded no longer emits smoke, replaced by gurgling blood mixed with necrotic flesh, dripping down tick-tock.

He didn't dare to cry, so he could only let the man hold his arm, admiring his wound.

"Well done." The man praised happily, "However, judging from your blood flow, you are not infected with the disease. If your blood is still scarlet in the next twelve hours... then, I I can consider not killing you." At the end of the sentence, the man couldn't help raising the ending sound slightly, and looked down at the glaring red wound with more concentration.

Can you consider...not killing him?

Fu Shijiu seemed to have heard something terrible, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

The man looked at it for a while, then let his arm go.

A child's skin is uniquely smooth, and after being held in such a way, two blood-colored scars appeared immediately.He felt the man looking at the marks on his wrist, and quickly hid his hands in his sleeves.

Immediately afterwards, a chuckle came from above his head.

He dared not look up.

"Okay, go and rest, it's none of your business for now. When I need to kill you, I will call you." Seeing that he was timid, the man ordered again.

Only then did Fu Shijiu return to the corner again, curling up his small body.

I had been frightened too much today, and after eating and drinking enough, sleepiness swept over me in a short while.

When he was half asleep and half awake, he vaguely heard the man open the door once.

It seemed that there was some quarrel with the people outside, and in the end, the people outside humbly left.

When I woke up, it was daylight.

He opened his eyes, just in time to see the man standing by the window, counting the silver and gold dollars in front of him.

so much money...

For their entire village, the annual tax is probably less than half of it.

"Yo, are you awake?"

Fu Shijiu was taken aback for a moment.

"I won't kill you, don't be so nervous. Those dog officials haven't settled their money yet," the man said with a hearty smile. If you give it more slowly, maybe you can really survive..."

He ignored the man's muttering.

I just hope that these officials will give money more slowly.

Frightened and waiting from morning to night, Fu Shijiu's sleepy eyes were in a daze, and he dared not sleep.

If he survived twelve hours without getting sick, then he would be considered a escaped.

At night, when the watchmen beat the gongs and drums, he immediately became energetic.

Stumbling to the man's side, "I, I've survived twelve hours." After finishing speaking, Fu Shijiu seemed to have remembered something, and quickly pinched his hand hard.

Immediately, bright red blood dripped slowly from the fingertips, "The blood is still red, I am not infected with the disease!"

The man glanced back, and praised lightly, "Not bad."

"So, you're not going to kill me, are you?"

"Well. I taught you yesterday, what should I call me?"

"Master." Fu Shijiu hurriedly changed his words.

After calling, he was relieved.

Don't die.

I was immersed in the joy of surviving when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

He saw the man get up from the bed and slowly opened the door.

"Master Fu, the money is all together. You count."

"Pay it earlier, so there won't be so many things to do soon? You can't do business without being honest. Even if you are an official, you still have to abide by the most basic business principles," the man said while counting the money. He said lazily, "This time it's finally the right one."

"Since it's right, then this child... can be handed over to us? Or you can come and let us take his head back."

Hearing that someone wanted his head, Fu Shijiu hurriedly shrank into the corner again.

The man was in no hurry to answer.

After letting the boy hang out for a while, he said calmly, "I've changed my mind. I don't want to kill him anymore."

"Master Fu, are you kidding? He is the source of the disease. If you don't kill him, everyone will suffer. And you promised earlier that once we pay the money, you will kill him on the spot, or put He is at our disposal."

The man is still not in a hurry.

"I have accepted him as a disciple. Not only will I not kill him, but if you move him in the future, I will protect him. Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, you can try it."

The boy who came to pass the message outside was in a hurry.

Before the man could speak, he prepared to enter the room on his own.

Seeing that the man was coming towards him, Fu Shijiu hurriedly stood up from the corner, ready to get under the bed.

But he was young after all, and he couldn't run fast with his short legs.

Just as he was about to be caught, a cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

He subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

However, the hand strength of adults did not come as expected.

Only hot blood sprayed all over his face and body.

The smell of blood was not pleasant, and Fu Shijiu was so frightened that he dared to open his eyes slightly.

I saw the man holding a long sword with sharp eyes.

On the sword, he was still wearing the boy who was trying to catch him.The person is not completely dead yet, his eyes are flickering unwillingly, as if he has something to say.

The man just held the sword hanging from the man, looked at it for a while, and then threw the man who was wearing it out of the door in disdain, "Leave your breath, enough for you to crawl back and send a message to the official, just say, let him do the same." Taste what it feels like to say something, and ask him if he's happy."

After saying this, Fu Shijiu felt the man walking towards him, put away the bloody long sword, picked him up with one hand, and fled the inn through the window.

The blood on the face was blown by the wind and dried up on the skin.

He was still terrified by what happened just now.

It turns out that there are really people who can kill people without blinking an eye, and take life as a trifling matter.

But it happened that this heinous person brought him out of the plague village, accepted him as a disciple, and protected his life.

Since that day, after waking up without his parents and home, he has been practicing martial arts and reading with his senior brother and other senior brothers and sisters in this canyon called "Yueyuemen".

Eldest brother's legs are cloudy and sunny, and he often sits in a wheelchair.

Nearly two years have passed, and the master who picked him up from the epidemic village at the beginning has hardly returned.Even if they come back, they spend more time with the senior brothers, apart from checking their martial arts occasionally, there is almost no communication.

"Nineteen, help us wash our clothes today. It's such a cold day, my hands are almost freezing to death."

"Nineteen, when the master comes back tomorrow, he will conduct random checks on the endorsements. Your homework is good, remind me..."

"nineteen……"

In the morning, Fu Shijiu got up as usual, and was called around by his older brothers and sisters as usual.

Fu Shijiu put on his clothes, "I'll cut off my hand if it freezes to death. I won't turn my back to my master to punish me and kneel. What do you want me to say?" He yelled back without hesitation.

It has been like this since the beginning, being ordered to come and go.

Just at the beginning, he was weak and young, unable to resist.Gradually, his talent in martial arts became more and more obvious, and he became hardened.

But even if they got tough, none of these brothers and sisters wanted to see him.

"Tch, anyway, master will come back tomorrow. I will remember the number of fights you have had. If you behaved better today, we can consider lenient..."

Fu Shijiu didn't listen to their nonsense anymore, and walked to the school field on his own, picked up the wooden sword silently and began to practice the moves learned yesterday.

I heard that when you become an adult, it is legal to fight with your siblings.Even killing the other party is legal.

Thinking of this, the little fist clenched the wooden sword again, and continued to wave it.

The next morning, he was woken up by the noise from the same door.

After going out to take a look, there was a tall, gentle-looking young man at the door, holding a very young child in his hands.

Even if he was far away, Fu Shijiu could tell that the child had no right arm and leg, which was particularly conspicuous among the crowd.

The child was very timid, and kept shrinking in the man's arms.

Seeing the figure of the man, Fu Shijiu recalled how he was brought back by his master in the same way.

I couldn't help being curious, so I went to see it with my fellow doormen.

"It's your new junior brother, the word is twenty," the man explained to the group of children, and then he called to the man in the wheelchair, "Brother, go and take out your old prosthetic leg for this child. He’ll make him a new pair someday.”

The "younger brother" in the master's mouth is their elder brother.

Fu Shijiu only knew that when the elder brother grew up, he changed the name of the master to the righteous brother. Although he was a righteous brother, as soon as the master came back, he would stick to the elder brother. The two of them were more like brothers than brothers.

The good times didn't last long, and before the training started in the morning, someone had reported his "crimes" to the master, such as fighting since he started, putting spiders in the water of the same room, tripping over stones while eating, and so on.

"They teased me first! They ordered me to wash their clothes first! They even washed their feet and polished their shoes!" Fu Shijiu was dragged from the front yard to the back yard by his ears.

"Even if they did these things, they didn't leave any traces. Only you, who left a handle, naturally want to reprimand you."

"It's not fair!" Fu Shijiu yelled.

The man turned a deaf ear and continued to tug at his ear, "If there is fairness, I will not kill for a living. So many of your brothers and sisters will not be homeless and I will pick them up. I will teach you the skills of killing and the skills of survival." Dao, I don’t want you to ask naive questions like fairness or unfairness.”

Fu Shijiu endured the pain in his brain.

It's fine to be excluded by the same sect. The senior brother usually doesn't care about their grievances, but now even the master is helping others to bully him.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became. Obviously he was always passive, so it was him who was beaten.

While being scolded and beaten, Fu Shijiu couldn't help but think about his childhood.

Although the family was poor at that time, food and clothing were a hundred times worse than now, but mother was very kind to him, and even if he made mistakes, she would patiently reason with him and teach him to treat others with courtesy.

If I had known at that time, I should have died in that plague with my parents.

After being scolded and beaten, Fu Shijiu was angrily chopping firewood in the kitchen.

Being ordered by his fellow disciples, he dared to curse back, and even poured hot oil on it.But he was ordered by his master to work to make up for his crimes, so he had no choice but to accept it.

After finally cooking the meal, he could only stay in the kitchen, watching the other classmates sitting around a table, the senior brother and the master sitting in the middle, chatting while eating, and laughing from time to time.

Fu Shijiu clenched his fists.

Just when there was no way to vent, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.

"Give."

Fu Shijiu thought he had heard wrong, so he hurriedly turned around.

It was found that the child who came in was about the same height as him, with a thin body.In the harsh winter, the right leg is just exposed outside.

He was just curious about whether it was so cold or not, when he took a closer look, he realized that his right leg was a prosthetic.The sleeve of his right arm was also empty, and he was standing firmly in front of him with a plate in his left hand.

"I just asked the master, and the master said that the nineteenth brother cooked the meal for everyone, and the nineteenth brother should eat it first."

Fu Shijiu paused.

Those who cook should move their chopsticks first... It seems that a long time ago, at home, his mother taught him this way.So every time he waits for adults to move his chopsticks before he is willing to eat.

But when he came here, he often had to do physical labor in the kitchen, which everyone took for granted, and even disliked his slow and unpalatable cooking, but no one ever thought of leaving him a bite of food, let alone letting him eat first. eat.

"I was punished by Master. Master didn't let me eat—" Before Fu Shijiu could finish speaking, the steamed bun dipped in soup was stuffed into his mouth first.

Only the kid on the left hand had a serious face. He was relieved to see Fu Shijiu eat it, put the plate on the ground, and stuffed another steamed bun together with vegetables and meat into his mouth hungrily.

Only then did Fu Shijiu become bolder, and continued to eat the food secretly provided to him by the new junior brother.

In the evening, the new junior brother moved into the same room as them.

The bed was next to Fu Shijiu.

Fu Shijiu saw that he took off his boots silently, and before he climbed onto the kang, someone gave an order.

"Xiao Shi, help us refill the oil lamp."

Xiao Shi was stunned for a moment, but she didn't obey or refuse, she just raised her head and looked at the speaker in puzzlement.

After a while, I asked, "What is an oil lamp?"

"It's the glowing lamp." The voice from the opposite side was very impatient, and seemed to be a little malicious, "Go and try to touch the wick!"

Little Twenty didn't answer, put on his boots again, and walked to the flickering lamp.

He couldn't understand the structure of the oil lamp, and he only had one hand. After thinking for a long time, he obediently stretched out his hand to touch the flame. In an instant, he was so hot that he gasped.

Fu Shijiu was making the bed, when he heard the breath behind him, he hurriedly climbed off the kang with bare feet, and dragged the new junior brother back.

"They asked me to add oil lamps." Xiao Shian's voice was very dull, and he couldn't resist being dragged, explaining.

"Ignore them. How can you touch the flames with your hands? Use your clever little brain to know that they are playing tricks on you. I will order you next time, and you just pour the oil lamp on their faces."

Little Twenty: ...

While lying on the kang, Fu Shijiu asked in a low voice, "In the first few days when you first started, you usually lived with the master. Why did you live with us as soon as you entered the master?"

"Eldest brother is sick. Master seems to be here to see him when he came back, and he just picked me up on the way." Xiao Yan's voice was flat, and after finishing speaking, he added, "Thank you, brother, for speaking for me just now. After so many years, the first Once someone didn't tell me to let me endure the humiliation when I was being bullied..."