The winter night seems to be particularly dark, but tonight is brightly lit, because tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, but by two or three o'clock in the morning, the noisy world has long since fallen silent.

The cold wind blew across the earth, extinguishing the enthusiasm of people's family reunion, but it could not extinguish the raging fire of revenge.

Under the gloomy sky, in a small farmhouse courtyard surrounded by walls, in front of a small three-story rural building that burned violently, Luo Changfeng, with empty eyes and a face like dead ashes, looked up at the night sky red by the flames in a daze.

The fire scorched his body, but it couldn't bring a trace of warmth to his cold heart.

This fire burned the body of the enemy who killed his father, and also burned Luo Changfeng's future.

Perhaps, the moment he witnessed his father, who was dependent on each other, being killed by the enemy, there was no future.

Luo Changfeng's mother died of illness when he was not yet a year old, and he was raised by his honest father who farmed the land and did odd jobs.

Luo Changfeng's father is only one person, but the other party is three brothers, and Luo Changfeng's father didn't want to do anything with them.

But the other party bullied Luo Changfeng's father alone, and there was only one eight-year-old son in elementary school at home, and his attitude was very arrogant, even if he took your family's land, what could you do?

Luo Changfeng's father was not angry, and scolded the family, which immediately attracted the beating of the three brothers on the other side.

In the brawl, Luo Changfeng's father injured the other two, but he was accidentally pushed down on the stone mill and killed on the spot, all of which was witnessed by eight-year-old Luo Changfeng.

Although Luo Changfeng received civil compensation, he still entered the orphanage, and since then he has become a fatherless, motherless, and helpless orphan.

But his father's hatred, he did not forget for a moment, from that day on, Luo Changfeng had nothing left, only hatred remained, avenging his father was the only meaning of his life.

After his father's death, Luo Changfeng still went to school as usual, and after graduating from junior high school, he no longer studied, but entered the society as a teenager, working odd jobs to live, and quietly waiting for the time for revenge.

In the eyes of his teachers and classmates, he was a taciturn teenager with no sense of existence, and in the eyes of the foreman, he was a numb, submissive temporary worker, only he knew what was hidden in his heart.

Luo Changfeng waited for ten years, ten years later, the three brothers were released from prison one after another, Luo Changfeng went out like a long-dormant poisonous snake, and on Chinese New Year's Eve, the three brothers reunited and ate a reunion dinner, which lasted more than four hours.

Inside the house, it is a hot pot of spirits, hot and warm, and outside the house, it is a cold wind like a knife, and the heart is as cold as ice.

Luo Changfeng is very patient, he has been waiting for ten years, not so much time, in the end, the three brothers have drunk too much.

The courtyard in the countryside, to be honest, is not as closed as in the city, as long as you have the heart, you can find a place to touch it.

The three drunk brothers were sent to hell by Luo Changfeng, who was touched in, with a pig-killing knife, and then set the small building on fire with the prepared gasoline.

Luo Changfeng knew that he had committed a capital crime, and he never thought about escaping, if it was twenty years ago, it would have been possible to survive if he escaped, change places, change identities, and start over, but in this era, there is no escape at all.

Outside the small courtyard, the villagers who were alarmed by the fire gathered at the door, looking at the blood-stained teenager and talking a lot, and in the distance, there were already sirens in the distance.

In the sky, where the clouds were dense and there was not a trace of starlight, a ball of light flashing with colorful colors suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Looking up at the sky, Luo Changfeng, who was expressionless, tilted his head slightly, his eyes were still dead gray, without any look.

Perhaps, Luo Changfeng, whose thinking has almost come to a standstill, no longer even has curiosity!

But slowly, Luo Changfeng's pupils contracted slightly, because he found that the colorful light actually fell towards him impartially.

Before his mind could regain its function, the multicolored light fell straight above his head and submerged into his body through the top door of his body.

Luo Changfeng's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

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The vast land, thousands of miles of snow.

The trees that had lost their leaves were covered with fluffy, shiny silver streaks, and the evergreen pines and cypresses of winter and summer were piled up with fluffy, heavy snowballs.

This is the foot of a deserted mountain, and a group of more than a dozen people came from the south to step on the snow and are preparing to go up the mountain.

It was a strange group of people, they were wearing gray cloth robes, which looked a little bloated, and they were obviously wearing cotton jackets to protect them from the cold.

A line of more than a dozen people are all smooth and clean, only the back of the head is braided with a money rat tail, a little bit of historical common sense knows that this hairstyle in Chinese history only the Manchu Qing Dynasty will stay, and it is the early stage, the late Qing Dynasty gradually developed into a "yin and yang head" and oxtail braid.

Walking in front of the group was a middle-aged man in a light blue shirt, elegant and handsome, who looked like a scribe.

After a moment's walk, he saw a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with a fierce face rushing towards him, and his steps were steady, and the snow barely affected him.

This is the brother who opened the way in front of the head, and the middle-aged man led by the middle-aged man saw the man rushing forward, walked a few steps quickly to meet him, and asked, "What is the matter of returning?"

The man clenched his fists and said: "Back to the chief helmsman, his subordinates found an unconscious young man in the forest ahead, he was dressed strangely, there were blood stains on his clothes, and looking at his hair, he seemed to be a monk. ”

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he was a little solemn, "Lead the way and take me to take a look." ”

"Yes. ”

The next group quickened their pace and followed the young man to a pine forest, and sure enough, he saw a man lying on his side, his eyes closed, and his lips purple from the cold.

The clothes on his body are indeed very strange, the upper body is a thick black coat, the upper body has a hood behind the clothes, the lower body is a pair of black pants of unknown material, and on the feet are a pair of black shoes that have never been seen before.

The helmsman didn't know that the dress was called a down jacket, jeans, and sneakers, but he found that the boy did have a clotted blood clot on his chest.

Although the blood clotted black and could not be seen on the black clothes, the blood clot was very obvious.

The unconscious boy looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance was quite good, except for a thin layer of hair on his head, and no rattail on the back of his head.

In later generations, this hairstyle was called Yuancun, but in this era, it is natural that only monks will shave this kind of head, and sometimes monks will grow such a layer of hair if they do not shave their heads in time.

The chief helmsman pressed his hand on the young man's wrist to feel the pulse carefully, and after a while, he nodded slowly, and said to his subordinates behind him: "Carry him on your back, and take him back to the village first." ”

"Yes. ”