Konoha: Cultivation begins with infinite moon reading

The Kingdom of Wind, an unknown valley.

In the sky full of yellow sand, a ninja wearing a scarf was running forward with a frightened look on his face.

"We must send the information about this monster back to the village!" the ninja muttered to himself, unaware that a man in white was floating above his head.

"Tsk, tsk, there is another fish that slipped through the net."

"I can't let you escape, otherwise I will be in great trouble."

The man muttered, and at the same time a thin red "bamboo pole" appeared in his hand, and he waved his arm gently.

Just like fishing, a thin red line connects the ninja and the "bamboo pole".

The ninja froze and realized something in an instant. The panic on his face turned into numbness. He opened his mouth to say something, but his expression finally dimmed.

The man raised his hand and fished out a ball of light blue chakra from the ninja's body.

"Tsk, tsk, although the quality is not very good," the man put the chakra into the container on his waist, "but the quantity is really good, and it can also cut leeks. A bumper harvest. A bumper harvest."

As he spoke, the man's figure flashed and disappeared instantly, leaving only a ninja lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

If nothing else happened, he would have been killed by the desert, so the man didn't waste any more energy on him.

However, expected uncertainty is the norm in life.

I don't know how long it took, but the weak ninja was awakened by the wind and sand. When he opened his eyes, he saw an extremely huge sand scorpion.

The sand scorpion's red eyes were staring at the ninja, with longing in his eyes, as if to say, "Human flesh, delicious...sucks, chicken flavor, crunchy and crispy."

As a man who grew up in the desert, he certainly knew what was waiting for him next.

At this moment, there was no pain, no resentment, only nostalgia for this world. The man closed his eyes silently, "Forget it, just think of it as repaying the desert that gave birth to me and raised me."

The flashback before his death caused a memory flashback in his mind, from birth to joining the Ninja School, to participating in the Fourth Ninja War, and now, dying in the mouth of a sand scorpion that can easily kill even genin. .

"What a humble life!" The man's consciousness fell into darkness.

At this moment, an excited voice came, "Squad leader, there is a big sand scorpion here, tonight's dinner is settled."

In the distance, a little lolita with twin ponytails jumped up and down towards Sand Scorpion, her eyes glowing red and drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

A reminder from the team leader came from behind, "Be careful not to use poison, as it will affect the taste."

"Got it!" The little Loli took out her kunai and started taking aim.

After three seconds, only a scream was heard, "Ah!!!"

"What's wrong? You can't even handle a sand scorpion, right?"

"No, monitor, come here quickly, there is an injured senior here."

Brush brush!

Soon, four figures appeared in front of Sand Scorpion, a chuunin leader and three genin.

"Don't open the sand scorpion's mouth yet and seal the acupuncture points on the senior's arms..."

After a simple operation, the team successfully rescued the Jonin in the Sand Scorpion's mouth.

"Eh~ I'm not dead yet?" The man woke up and was stunned, "Where's my arm?"

Then he saw the sand scorpion and the fragment of his own arm in the sand scorpion's mouth. He didn't know where he got the strength. He jumped up and kicked the sand scorpion, yelling: "Beast!"

I don’t know whether to scold Sand Scorpion or that man.

"No matter what mission you are performing," the one-armed Jonin looked at the Chuunin squad leader, "Now, take me back to the village immediately, it is dangerous here..."

The murderous aura of the jounin emanates, and even without chakra, it can make people feel the difference.

This is a senior who has been on the battlefield!

"Senior, your arm..." the chuunin reminded carefully.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem!" The Jonin shook his head, "The information I brought back is enough for Master Kazekage to help me get an arm from Konoha."

As they spoke, the three of them took the Jonin and headed back to the village.

"By the way, bring that beast with you!"

Three days later, a confidential message departed from Gaara, the Country of Wind, and was personally escorted by Kankuro to Naruto, along with the one-armed Jonin.

After reading the information, Naruto made a gesture, and a barrier instantly enveloped the entire Hokage's office.

"Can you tell me more about the Otsutsuki clan member?"

Kankuro looked at the one-armed Jonin, "Tell me, don't leave anything out, including your guesses."

The one-armed Jonin nodded, "I have participated in four battles. I will never admit my mistakes in Otsutsuki's costumes!"

"That man was wearing exactly the same clothes as Otsutsuki, and he was incompatible with the ninja world. I didn't see his eyes..."

As the one-armed Jonin spoke, Naruto gradually frowned, "Do you remember his mark? Everyone in Otsutsuki has a unique mark, just like the forehead protector in the Ninja Village."

The one-armed Jonin was stunned for a moment, then he closed his eyes and thought. After a while, he opened his eyes and drew something on the table with his hand.

After reading this, Naruto frowned even more tightly, "The third pair? Or another Otsutsuki?"

After thinking for a while, Naruto looked at the two of them, "Thank you for your hard work, both of you."

As he spoke, Naruto made another gesture, the barrier disappeared instantly, and Temari was also brought in.

"If you have an arm problem, go to Orochimaru, say what I say to the highest standards, and then come to the meeting."

"Thank you, Hokage-sama." Temari and the Wind Country bowed.

"Go!"

Outside Orochimaru's base, on a pile of rocks, a thirty-meter-tall Susanoo with an almost transparent color was floating in the air. Yugumo and the shadow clone were carving "circuit" on it.

The supercomputers and artificial retarded people he had built before were too exaggerated and could not meet Xiyun's minimum requirements, so he began to search for memories from his past life again in an attempt to make a breakthrough.

The effect is there, but not great. Fortunately, Orochimaru sent knowledge transmission technology.

Only then did Xiyun have a breakthrough.

In fact, the so-called knowledge transmission technology is not that complicated. Strictly speaking, Xiyun has a better method.

For example, turning a memory into an illusion and then sealing it with a transcription seal would perfectly complete the transfer and storage of knowledge.

It's just that the Sharingan is a bit useless.

With the simplified version of Orochimaru and the transfer seal, Xigumo figured out his own method: directly let the chakra record the information, then sealed the chakra, and then took it out when needed.

That requires a powerful information processor and a large amount of memory.

Obviously, the computers and artificial intelligence in the first stage were unable to complete this work, so Xiyun tried his best to upgrade the heretic soul.

"Huh~ Finally done!" Xiyun took a long breath, "This is enough for me."

Seeing the sealing techniques covering the entire heretic soul, Xiyun smiled, like an old farmer who had just had a bumper harvest.

Carefully controlling the outsider's soul to shrink until it became the size of a basketball, Xiyun looked at the trio of doctors beside him.

"Temari and the Wind Country ninja, are you...?"