It was another full day of bumps, and there were about thirty teenagers who got the Golden Pill, and they were divided into five carriages, and several teenagers did not seem crowded in one carriage. Several teenagers in the carriage cried intermittently for a whole day, Luo Qian looked at these crying teenagers, and couldn't help but think about what was wrong with being Young Master Zheng's subordinates, he had also seen the subordinates of big families, especially the young master's followers, not to mention how majestic they were, what an identity he envied.

In the past few years after losing his parents, he and his younger brother have relied on each other, and the two and a half children have been on the streets, and the hardships experienced during this period have made him see the world clearly, no matter what it means to be a subordinate to Young Master Zheng, it is better than freezing to death on the street.

The window opened from the outside, and the guards threw in a hydration bag and a food box from the window. The other teenagers glanced at the food box and turned their heads to the side. Luo Qianchao didn't care, opened the food box and there was a bucket of rice and a few side dishes, although it was not a delicacy, but in Luo Qian's eyes, the white rice seemed to be the New Year, in fact, he and his younger brother had not eaten white rice for several years. Directly grabbed the rice in the bucket with his hand and ate it in a big gulp, as a beggar, he had long forgotten about chopsticks, and swallowing food into his stomach as quickly as possible is the rule of survival for beggars.

A slightly fatter teenager looked at Luo Qian, who was gobbling up, and said angrily: "Eat, eat more, just die!" Luo Qian swallowed a few mouthfuls of rice, and replied angrily: "Cry, cry more, just cry to death!" ”

The fat boy was a little angry by Luo Qianyi, got up and kicked over the food box, and scattered rice and side dishes on the ground. Luo Qianhun didn't care, grabbed the food on the ground and put it to his mouth. The fat boy was even more angry, trampled the food on the ground with his foot, and scolded in his mouth: "Let you eat!" Let you eat! ”

Luo Qian still ignored it, and the sparse meal was still delivered to his mouth, and he devoured it. The fat boy was so angry that he kicked Luo Qian in the back. Luo Qian was kicked and staggered, almost rolling to the ground, reaching out and touching the residue at the corner of his mouth, looking up at the fat boy, his eyes were full of fierceness.

The fat boy was a little angry when he saw it, and stretched out his hand to point at Luo Qiangang and wanted to say something. Luo Qian saw the moment the fat boy raised his hand, kicked the ground with both feet, suddenly got up and swung his fist, and hit the fat boy's armpit with a punch.

The fat boy was hit by this sudden blow, and fell sideways, and what he wanted to say was also held back, and the sharp pain from his armpit made half of his body sore, and he couldn't use any strength anymore, and he couldn't get up with a breath in his chest, and his face was swollen and red.

Luo Qian also wanted to step forward to give the fat boy a little more color, but the fat boy looked at Luo Qian who was approaching him, and was terrified, staring at the floor with his feet and leaning back against the wall of the carriage. One arm was in front of him, Luo Qian reached out and tugged at the arm in front of him, and found that the forbidden line did not move at all, Luo Qian turned his head to see that the owner of the arm was a boy about the same age as him, and the boy did not look bloated and luxurious like other boys, but was capable. The boy spoke: "Okay, you two are settled, so forget it." The boy smiled as he spoke, and his two eyes swirled vigorously on Luo Qian, as if he was very interested in Luo Qian.

Luo Qian knew that the other party's strength was greater than his own, and he couldn't help one of the other people's arms, so he had to retreat to the corner of the carriage and sit down. If you want to mix on the street, don't provoke people who are better than you, Luo Qian has already understood this rule.

The capable boy also sat next to Luo Qian, and asked with a smile: "Which room are you from, why haven't I seen you?" Luo Qian was puzzled in his heart, he didn't understand what which room meant, and he was thinking about which group he was referring to? If you say so, you and your brother should belong to the monkey boss's gang, there are two groups of beggars in the town where they ask for food, and the leader of their gang is called the monkey boss, the person has a long sharp-beaked monkey cheeks and a thin body, and likes to roll on the ground when he is happy, like a monkey, so the younger brothers below call him the monkey boss. The Monkey Boss is the most insidious and cunning, and the things that the little brother gets on the street must first be handed over to the Monkey Boss, and the Monkey Boss is happy to give his subordinates a little food, and when he is unhappy, he can only go to bed hungry. The monkey boss and his gang usually gather in the Dragon King Temple in the western suburbs, Luo Qian thought so in his heart, and replied: "Dragon King Temple!"

The capable boy was a little confused when he heard the "Dragon King Temple" at first glance, and he had never heard of the Dragon King Temple in the twelve rooms of the Zheng family. So he touched his head and asked, "Which branch is the Dragon King Temple, why is there no Dragon King Temple in the twelve rooms of the Zheng family?"

"This little Hanako must have been caught from the street to make up the number, and it's useless for you to ask." A boy scrambled to reply.

Only then did the capable boy suddenly realize: "You are not a child of the Zheng family?"

Luo Qian nodded.

"And what's your name?"

What is it called...... Luo Qian touched his head, usually people on the street call himself and his younger brother "little Hanako", "little beggar", "stinky begging for food", but he is about to be a subordinate to the young master, and there should be a loud name, the name he gave himself in the private school when he was a child is "Luo Qian", and his younger brother is called "Luo Bai", and Mr. also said: "Three thousand miles in a lifetime, a sword can be a million divisions."

"My name is Luo Qian, I have fought for three thousand miles in my life, and one sword can be a million teachers", Luo Qian learned the tone of the private school teacher, and replied slowly in a calm voice.

The young man in the carriage was stunned for a moment, and then he was provoked to laugh, and the lean boy on the side was also laughing from ear to ear, and even the fat boy who was lying locked in the corner was also provoked to laugh.

Luo Qian also felt that he was a little embarrassed, and laughed, "If you can survive the Shura Gate, let's talk big!" A voice came out.

"What is Shuramon?" Luo Qian asked in surprise

As soon as he heard the three words Shuramen, the carriage suddenly fell into a dead silence again, and no one answered. After a while, the lean boy sighed, "Do you know why we're here?" Luo Qian shook his head, "Our Zheng family's young master doesn't know what kind of wind is pumping in his brain, and he suddenly wants to participate in the Shura Sect trial, and all of us are going to accompany him to death." The lean boy fell silent, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and slammed the back of his head against the carriage, with resentment in his eyes.

"What the hell is Shuramon? Will you die if you go?" Luo Qian was still puzzled.

"The Shura Gate is not a thing, it is a place, and it is also a trial, each trial recruits hundreds of people, and after three years, only one person can come out of the Shura Gate, and the person who comes out can directly go to the army to serve as the Shura Captain." The lean young man replied quietly.

"Only one person coming out? What about the others? ”

"Dead, hundreds of people killed each other, and the last one standing could come out." The lean boy looked at Luo Qian playfully with a miserable smile on his face, as if he wanted to see what the little beggar in front of him was scared of.

Luo Qian also fell silent after hearing this, all the beautiful illusions were shattered, and the first thing he thought about was what if he died of his younger brother, his younger brother was weak and weak, and he would definitely not survive this winter without his care. There was a dead silence in the carriage, and the three words of Shuramen pressed on the hearts of several teenagers like a terrible ghost. One teenager began to cry again, and the silence was broken by the cry, as if hearing a note urging death, and several other teenagers began to cry as well.

There were two teenagers who didn't cry, Luo Qian and the capable boy next to him, Luo Qian had already understood for a long time that crying could not solve any problems, the more he cried when he was hungry, the faster he hung, and the more he cried when he was frozen, the more he would feel cold, so he had already forgotten how to cry.

Luo Qian stood up, walked to the car window, stuck his head out of the window, and shouted loudly: "Stop, stop, I want to go back." The cold wind outside the window was cold, and the childish voice did not get any response, and the guards riding around were like cold-blooded machines. The carriage was still jolting, and there was no intention of stopping.

"Save your strength, it's useless, the fate of our people has long been doomed the moment we get the golden pill." The lean boy leaned his head against the wall after speaking.

Luo Qian replied to the position just now: "Since you will die if you go, then why do you want to come?" ”

"Idiot, do you want to come? We are all partial brothers of the Zheng family, although we are not as good as the identity of the young master, but we are stronger than ordinary people I don't know how many times, who will run to the Shura Gate to die when they are full. ”

"Someone forced you to come?"

"Of course it was forced, there are no outstanding figures in the younger generation of the Zheng family's big house, and the young master Yan's participation in the Shura Gate is simply a conspiracy of the big house to weaken the strength of our partial house, let us send the young power of the partial house to death, weaken the power of the younger generation of the partial house, so as to ensure the control of the big house over us. If the partial house does not send someone to follow the young master to the Shura Gate, the big house will have an excuse to do something to that room, and even if the children sent to the Shura Gate come out of the Shura Gate alive, they will be hunted down and killed by the big house, because our task is to protect the young master Yan. It's a dead end anyway. If I'm guessing correctly, the room where you were sent has now been cleaned. The lean boy continued to laugh as he spoke, as if he would not cry, but would only put on this ugly laugh.

After hearing this, Luo Qian's mind sank to the bottom.

"I want to come out of the Shura Gate alive!" After a long silence, Luo Qian's voice interrupted the crying in the carriage again.

No one laughed this time, as if these people were used to hearing the cowhide called Hanako, and no one believed that he would come out alive.

"What is the famous trick you just beat the fat man, and who did you learn it from?" The capable boy was very interested in Luo Qian's move to knock down the fat man just now, he had some martial arts roots, although Luo Qian's move just now seemed to be a hooligan fight, but the timing and strength were very accurate, which made him interested.

"Learn from dogs!" Luo Qian replied seriously.