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"No, they are all gods of Tian Zai, capable of flying and moving through the earth, incredibly powerful.
We are not going to subdue demons and vanquish evil. They say there are Great Demons in the north that eat people, and everyone is so scared that they follow their parents, saying they will come back when there are no more monsters.
The little beggar gestured in front of Gu, throwing a punch to the left and kicking to the right, just like a trained martial artist, striking a pose.
Why am I not leaving then? Am I not afraid?
He was afraid; he wanted to learn from a master and then slay demons.
Gu Hu felt a stir in his heart and walked over to the little beggar, using his leg to push aside the messy hair, revealing a dirty little face.
Tell me, why do you want to slay demons?
Uncles and older brothers say that his parents were eaten by monsters. If he learns the ways of the immortals, he can slay demons and take revenge for his parents.
The bright gaze reflected in Gu's eyes felt like a heavy stone lodged in his chest. The suffocating feeling of Liquid Chuang was hard to suppress as he stared at the little beggar, unable to speak for a long time.
Come with me, brother. Teach me Spell and take me to slay demons, okay?
The little beggar suddenly stopped his movements, paused for a while, then suddenly buried his face in Gu's arms and began to cry. After sobbing for a long time, he gradually calmed down and broke free from Gu's embrace, immediately kneeling on the ground.
Master is here; please accept Disciple's bow.
Gu smiled widely. No need for that; quickly get up, or I won't teach you Spell anymore.
Disciple pays respects to the master."
After saying that, he finally got up from the ground, bouncing and hopping alongside Gu, constantly chattering about the interesting things he had experienced in the past.
At the east end of the village, there was an old man's yard with a persimmon tree. Every summer, they would sneak into the old man's house to steal persimmons.
It was quite something.
What could a child say? Wasn't he just like a little beggar, spending his days playing? Hearing the little beggar's words made Gu reminisce about his childhood when he used to sneak corn with Er Gouer. Just like this little beggar now, carefree and unrestrained. Gasping, Er Gouer was no longer around.
Gasping, they were all gone. Bu Luo and Ergou would leave tomorrow as well. When would they become immortals and return? He would definitely surprise Li Wa Zi with their arrival.
What did I call myself?
Gu Hu halted his steps, surprised to see the little beggar holding onto his leg.
They all called him Ergou. What’s wrong?
One leg quickly blocked his face while the other continued to pull the little beggar towards Gu, who ultimately did not let the little beggar see the tears streaming down his face.
It’s nothing, nothing at all.
Seeing Gu's expression, Yang Yan understood that Gu was not denying it. Even after traveling far and wide and experiencing countless storms, everything from those years remained vivid in Gu's eyes. Perhaps that was the greatest unwillingness in his heart—the desire to change that world.
There are always some innocent people who should not be unjustly entangled in troubles. That was what he longed to protect in his heart, just like the little beggar holding onto Gu's leg at this moment.
Gu remembered how Ergou had once been so carefree as well. He had once been so grateful for a meal or a bun that he couldn't find words to express it. He had also been bullied and found no one to cry to.
When no one was around, Gu would often ask himself if he would make the same choices again if given the chance. He chose to walk alone, relying on an unknown source of help, treading a rugged path with no end in sight.
Each time, the answer was the same: I don’t know.
In that world, without so many "what ifs," he could grit his teeth, stand firm, hold his head high, and take one step at a time toward the east. Whether he succeeded or fell along the way to success, there was no second path for him to choose.
Do I even know my surname?
Gu picked up the little beggar and gently tapped the tip of his nose, which took up a small part of his face.
The little beggar shook his head slightly. Whenever the topic of his father came up, he would become taciturn, unwilling to say another word.
Can you give me a name, big brother?
Sure, sure.
Then starting tomorrow, I’ll be called Gu Yang. Remember that as my name. If anyone asks what my name is, I can tell them I’m Gu Yang.
Yes, Ergou has a name now. Ergou is no longer a beggar; Ergou wants to become an immortal.
Xiao Gu Yang kicked his legs and jumped eastward, joyfully running down the street. Gu followed behind him like a shadow, sharing an unspoken understanding that lingered in the air between them.
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