Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

A few people buried the dead with raised mounds of earth and simple tombstones.

After hosting a decent French ceremony at night, the salt merchants' crying gradually stopped. After thanking Ye, they made a request to accompany him.

The guarding warriors had long since fled and died. What's more, even if there are still some of them who can breathe, the salt merchants don't dare to rely on them anymore.

On one side was the salt that the village desperately needed, and on the other was an imminent mission. Ma Ji had no idea, so he had to discuss with Baiyun in the morning and let Yura and Tekuno, two short-legged players, follow the caravan. The three of them led the caravan. Set off first at night.

There was nothing unreasonable, so Baiyun agreed in the morning. After getting a few pairs of goggles from Tekuno, the four of them started to gallop again and soon passed the Mount Kikyo area.

After passing Platycodon Mountain, we really reach the boundary of the Kingdom of Wind. The land under their feet was changing almost every minute, and before long, the four of them were in a desert.

The surrounding fields are filled with yellow sand.

Fortunately, the three ninjas in the team could identify the direction. If Ye came to a place like this alone, he would definitely get lost.

The leader, Marki, didn't wear goggles. He didn't just look in one direction and run into the black. From time to time, he would slow down, lift up his veil and stop in the wind for a while, then continue forward, or change direction slightly.

It's like listening to the sound of the wind.

The fickle wind blew up the frivolous sand, flying and hitting Ye's face. He quickly buried his head, hiding behind Baiyun Chenzao and never showing his head again.

Slowly, the low shrubs along the way became fewer and fewer, and all that could be seen were thick fairy pillars and silent rocks.

This can only be regarded as a desert. The real desert is far more lonely and monotonous than here.

The three ninjas ran as fast as they could, and in a short time they said goodbye to the outline of the mountains in the distance.

"Pause here."

Ma Ji in the front suddenly stopped, pointed at a huge rock and said to them at night: "The nearest outpost is still far away, let's take a rest here first."

It was almost noon, and even Ye who had been lying down all the way was thirsty and hungry, let alone the three ninjas. Without saying a word, the group immediately moved under the boulder, shook off the sand from their bodies and hair, and then each took out dry food and water.

"Here, save the drink."

"Thanks Shisui, it's so hot in here."

After taking the water and food from Shisui, Ye couldn't help but complain. He had already blown the paper fan into the air, but in this desert, even the wind was hot.

"It's just May, and it will be twice as hot here in the month." After a period of contact, Ma Ji had a good sense of Ye, an onmyoji. He smiled and pulled out a scarf and handed it to him, "Put it on." Well, the wind and sand will be even bigger further back."

"Thank you." This scarf was quite clean. Ye took it with a smile, then marked it on his head for a long time before wrapping it into a bandage.

"Pfft, what did you do to get your head smashed by a bird egg?" Shisui couldn't help laughing, pointing at Ye's head that looked like it was disabled, "Suna Ninja's headscarf needs to be tied up with a forehead protector or silk thread, you can't do this Too stupid"

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Ye recalled it for a moment, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. But it’s not bad to tie it yourself. It not only covers the head but also covers the ears. Isn’t that enough?

Feeling self-satisfied for a while, Ye immediately ignored others and ate dry food while getting cold water.

Fortunately, he was not with the wilderness survival column group, otherwise he would not know what kind of strange thing he was holding, and he would have to smile and say, "Crack, crispy, chicken flavor."

This is the true memory of bitterness and sweetness. Chewing and chewing, you taste the sweetness all night long.

The lunch break was not short, and the four of them waited until the sun began to tilt before setting out on the road again.

After running for a while, the wind picked up for some reason and almost blew away Ye's turban. He quickly stretched out his hand to hold it down.

Ma Ji in front suddenly opened his mouth and took a mouthful of sand. After a while, he turned around and shouted, "Speed ​​up, the sandstorm is coming."

The so-called outpost is nothing more than a circular two-story earthen fortress, with a floor on the first floor.