Naruto: My Own Wind

Fengjian happened to look down and did not see the eyes of the Daimyo of the Tea Country. Even if he saw it, he would not care.

At this moment, he was taking out two military ration pills and letting Fuma Sasame and Sagiri take them.

The lord could see it clearly. He smiled at the lord first, then slapped Fengjian on the shoulder, "Fengjian, why are you here?"

"You're still asking me. If I don't come, you won't be able to see my sister-in-law."

puff!

Morinoida, who was standing by, laughed heartlessly.

Snapped!

Kazama patted Morinoida and said, "Smile, you still have the nerve to smile.

If I were late, you would all be dead."

Seeing Morinoida lower his head, Kazama looked at him and Sagiri, and said seriously: "You two, why don't you take the kunai I gave you?"

"Teacher, I just went out and they dragged me here." Morinoida scratched the back of his head and smiled silly.

"how about you?"

Seeing Kazama asking her again, Sagiri lowered her head timidly and answered quietly, "I forgot."

"Haha... one didn't care, and the other forgot. You two are great." Fengjian was a little amused and even a little angry.

At the beginning, I gave the three of them a Flying Thunder God Kunai each, just in case of emergency.

However, except for Fuma Sasame who was obedient, the other two turned a deaf ear to his words.

Fengjian now felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have given them the Bingliang Pills, which he exchanged with his points.

Seeing the awkward situation, Dazuo quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, "Okay, at least the three of them are fine. Otherwise, you, as a teacher, would be heartbroken."

"Who is it? I'm not sad." Feng Jian patted the big seat, pointed at the ground and asked: "What are you going to do with these three?"

Seeing the dead Wasabi people, the originally smiling Daizuo immediately became a little depressed, "They are all great, none of them ran away, and they didn't bring shame to the Wasabi tribe.

Kazama, I want to take them home."

After saying that, Oza looked up at Kazama.

Having known each other for so many years, Feng Jian naturally understood what the master meant, and he would naturally not object.

Nodding to the elder, Kazama came to the corpses of the three Wasabi people, first closed their eyes with his hands, then took out a scroll and sealed the three corpses in it.

This is done for ease of carrying.

The Daimyo of the Tea Country stood aside, watching everything in front of him with great interest.

Seeing that Kazama had finished his work, Daiza asked Sagiri how she was doing now, and was told that nothing serious was happening.

The lord glanced at the daimyo out of the corner of his eye, and after a moment's contemplation, he stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, let us escort you back to the capital."

"Haha...that's exactly what I want." Daimyo was very happy to hear Daizuo's words.

What the Master said was exactly what he was thinking. Just when he didn't know how to start the conversation, the Master actually took the initiative to bring it up. Isn't this exactly what he wanted?

Feng Jian said nothing. He understood what the master was thinking and naturally would not sabotage him.

Thus, this incomplete lineup escorted Daimyo back to Dadu.

When the Daimyo of the Tea Kingdom entered Dadu, there was an inconspicuous thin man at a stall near the city gate. With a little panic in his eyes, he turned around and ran out of Dadu.

After a while, the thin man came to a temple called Guangyuan Temple.

Although both are temples, Guangyuan Temple and Xuanzhi Temple are very different.

It’s not that the buildings are different, but the number of pilgrims is huge.

Xuanzhi Temple was crowded with people, while Guangyuan Temple was deserted.

There are only a few lonely ancient trees in front of the mountain gate, adding some signs of life to the temple.

The thin man went forward and knocked on the door. Because he was anxious, he knocked much harder.

Naturally, the monk who opened the door gave him a cold shoulder.

The thin man didn't care at all. He pushed the fat monk aside, ran all the way, and finally came to a side hall of the temple.

Without caring about steadying his breathing or being polite, the thin man pushed open the door and shouted, "Boss, that famous guy is back safe and sound."

His shout made three of the four people in the hall look extremely disappointed.

In the middle of the hall, there sat a slightly plump middle-aged man with a round face and big eyes. Behind him stood a one-eyed man with an expressionless face and a samurai sword on his waist.

There is one person sitting on each side.

On the left side, there is a monk sitting. He has a cunning face and a moustache.

On the right, sat a middle-aged man with a flat head, a small mustache, and a unfriendly face.

The man on the right was the first to react. He stood up and grabbed the thin man by the collar. "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Boss, I saw it with my own eyes, but..."

"Just what? Tell me now!"

"Yes, sir, but the daimyo's guards are different when they come back than when they left."

Before the flat-headed man could ask, the round-faced man with bean-shaped eyes in the middle asked, "How is it different?"

"There were eight people who escorted the daimyo back. Only three guards who could travel with the daimyo returned."

"Oh, so there are five more people?"

The thin man nodded.

"Five people? You know them... Never mind, you've only been here for a short time." The man with the flat head let go of the other's collar and patted him on the shoulder, "Then let me ask you, what do those five people look like?

do you remember?"

"Boss, I didn't dare to stare at them directly, so I only remember the general idea."

"Then just tell me roughly."

"Okay boss, three men and two women. Two middle-aged men and one young man, and the two women are not very old."

"Anything else?" The man with the flat head was a little dissatisfied. This answer was equivalent to saying nothing.

The thin man scratched his head and said, "Yes, there is a man with blond hair among them.

As for the others, I… they don’t have any characteristics either.”

"Yellow hair?" The flat-headed man frowned, a figure flashed before his eyes, but he quickly shook his head. He remembered that this guy was very lazy and rarely meddlesome.

Looking at the thin man, the flat-headed man waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go down first."

Upon hearing this, the thin man bowed and backed out.

After the door closed, the hall fell into a brief silence.

Finally, the round-faced man with bean-shaped eyes sighed, breaking the silence. "His luck is the same as always."

The man with the flat head turned around and was about to speak, but the man with the round face and big eyes raised his hand and he shut his mouth.

"We failed this time because we didn't think carefully enough, or maybe the ninja who took the mission was not good enough." The round-faced man looked at the flat-headed man calmly, "I'm talking to Jiuliu.

If you want your people to return to the Tea Kingdom, you must be more cautious next time."

"yes, I…"

"Okay, I have to go back." The round-faced man with bean-shaped eyes waved his hand and slowly stood up. "If I stay out for too long, people will get suspicious."

Coming to the flat-headed man, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't look for a good-for-nothing next time."

The man with the flat head quickly bowed 90 degrees and replied "Yes".

At the same time, the monk who had remained silent also stood up and bowed to see him off.

The two men stood up only after the Round-faced Man with Bean Eyes and the One-eyed Dragon left.

"Brother Jiuliu, failure is the mother of success, don't be sad." The monk said lightly.

The flat-headed man sat down on the stool. "I'm not that sad, but I'm a little unwilling to miss this opportunity."

"Hey, didn't that guy just say that there will be another chance?"

"I understand. So, next time, I plan to pay a high price to hire that organization to do it." A hint of enthusiasm flashed in the eyes of the flat-headed man.

"Why, you don't go to the underground exchange..."

"No, one failure is not enough." The flat-headed man waved his hand, "I heard that there is a mysterious organization called... called... called the Akatsuki organization. As long as you are willing to pay, there is nothing you can't do.

So, next time there is an opportunity, I will pay them to do it.”

"Akatsuki? Is it reliable?"

"It should be, probably, perhaps reliable." The flat-headed man said uncertainly.

The monk heard this and nodded, "I hope so."

At the same time, at the gate of Daimyo's mansion, Daimyo stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Fengjian's departing back, and fell into deep thought.