[Naruto] Chronicle of Wood

Several powerful sand whirlwinds hovered high in the sky, Ye Zimu had to stop, but Jing kept walking forward, he could only shout: "Hey! Wait!"

The Thorn of the Black Sand looked back at Ye Zimu who was grabbing his sleeve, and said, "What's the matter?" "

"This whirlwind has at least level ten or more. If we really walk in, we're afraid that there will be no bones left."

"There are no bones left?" Hearing Ye Zimu's worries, Jing raised his eyebrows, half a smile, "Aren't you alright?"

"You..." Ye Zimu didn't know what to say to such a headstrong Heisha patriarch.

Don't compare with him.

After silently saying "I can't afford to offend local snakes" ten times in my heart, Ye Zimu loosened Jing's sleeves, brushed away the wind-blown hair on his forehead, and said: "I do have some martial arts, But it’s only in ordinary battles, there’s nothing you can do about it against this level of weather.”

In Ye Zimu's impression, a storm above level ten is enough to lift a person into the sky. If he ran in, wouldn't he be rolled into sand?Even if you want to search for the "jue" plant with Jing, it doesn't mean you have to risk your life...

Jing looked at Ye Zimu and didn't say a word. Although Ye Zimu said so, he didn't believe that the guy who could grab his sleeve in an instant couldn't do anything.

Faced with Black Sand Thorn's scrutiny, Ye Zimu pulled his hair.

Well, he wasn't really sure either.

After all, standing in front of the dust storm, he didn't seem to find it too difficult except for the trouble that his hair was always blown by the wind and blinded his vision.

"I don't know ninjutsu." For the sake of caution, Ye Zimu still said, trying to make Jing give up this path, "I feel powerless against such a supernatural phenomenon. If something goes wrong later, can you survive in this environment?" Protect me?"

Hearing the other party say this, Jing felt strange: After all, with Jing's identity, very few people would talk to him like this, not ordering or flattering, with a somewhat familiar discussion...Who are you?

Noticing Jing's hesitation, Ye Zimu continued, "If it doesn't work, I won't go in with you. You don't know what "Jue" looks like."

For the sake of hoping that Jing would change his mind, Ye Zimu clasped his hands together and looked at Jing steadily.

"..."

Jing moved his lips, but still didn't speak, Ye Zimu, who thought there was some drama, continued: "Jing, Jing, Lord Jing, Lord Patriarch..."

Then he was hung up.

"Jing!" Ye Zimu, who was hooked by the tail of the puppet scorpion, said, "What are you doing?"

Jing, who jumped on the puppet, manipulated the scorpion's tail, letting it hook Ye Zimu off the ground: "It's not that it can't deal with the storm, so you won't be blown away."

The puppet that Jing suddenly summoned was very tall, its body was more than eight feet above the ground, and its tail was twice the size of its body. At this moment, Ye Zimu, who was lifted high by the puppet scorpion's tail, had an illusion, as if he was about to be executed Pirate-like(?) on both sides of the English Channel...

Ye Zimu, who heard Jing Feng's sarcastic words, put a well on his forehead: "Thank you so much, please put me down."

Jing was unmoved, he just looked at Ye Zimu who had a very target demeanor with satisfaction.

"Hey! Jing!" Seeing himself getting closer to the wind and sand, Ye Zimu called again, "Hey, hello! You can't be so cruel, right? Jing"

"Do you know that the ninjas in Yantu want to cooperate with me?" Jing ignored Ye Zimu's call, and asked the puppet to search for it in the desert.

"Yantu? That..." Ye Zimu first eavesdropped on Yantu's matter, as if he came to Jing to seek cooperation in order to deal with Qianshou, but this matter has nothing to do with him. I didn't care too much, I just remembered that they caused a commotion when they came in a few days later, but Ye Zimu was busy drawing pictures and doing experiments at that time, so he didn't visit, but he should be considered aware of this, right?

Ye Zimu scratched his face: "I heard something, what's wrong?"

"They've been begging to see me all this time."

"Ah?" Ye Zimu also knows about this, Yantu's request for a meeting is not uncommon, and Xiaojing's refusal is not insignificant. He even found time to raise his head to observe the appearance of people flying across the sky, but what did Jing say?

"A few days ago, because of making puppets, I kept no visitors; these days, in order to search for "jue" with you, they couldn't find me."

"Huh?" The words became more and more confused.

"You are a good friend I invited from outside, so counting, their patience is almost the same."

"Friend..." Ye Zimu was about to complain about how Jing used such a word, but he suddenly got stuck. He understood what Jing meant: this beautiful-looking Heisha patriarch molded him into a rock and soil touchstone when he didn't know it. .

Ye Zimu showed a distorted smile: "I only have one question, when will people from your Anbu follow?"

Jing showed an expression that you really understood, and he said: "Wait for the Yantu people to act, and they will naturally follow."

Ye Zimu: "..."

Ye Zimu didn't know what to say, but Jing manipulated the puppet, and suddenly got into the dust storm. Countless hurricanes surrounded the two of them, and those wind blades mixed with sand and dust instantly tore countless small words on Ye Zimu's body, Jing's skin surface was not injured because it was covered with a layer of soft sand condensed by ninjutsu.

Jing's eyes were beautiful and indifferent. At this moment, his eyes turned around Ye Zimu's body, and then returned to the other person's face.

The identity of this person named "Ye Zi Mu" is still unknown, but this is not the reason why Jing is afraid: no matter where the wanderer comes from, Jing does not feel that he will pose a threat to him.But this person made him feel a little difficult to grasp.

To be honest, at the moment when he was cut by countless wind blades, some anger surged from the bottom of Ye Zimu's heart, and he almost wanted to fight this world-famous ninja.

But in the end, he suppressed his urge.

Those constant wounds caused less trouble than he had imagined, and before the outbreak, what calmed him down was the puppeteer's examining and probing eyes.

What is he looking at?What is he looking for?What is he hesitating about?What choice is he making?

These four questions immediately appeared in Ye Zimu's mind.You must know that the desert puppet master who grew up here has a heart that is completely opposite to this hot weather: indifferent, cruel and cold, few people can communicate with him, even if he is interested in the strange knowledge that Ye Zimu said, but Ye Zimu I believe that if I dare to disobey him, or if I don't know what is good or bad, the puppet master will not have any nostalgia for it - why keep the guy who doesn't agree?His eyes can explain everything, organic, indifferent, you can't make ripples in his eyes, just like a cup of tea on the table, a dagger in the corner, if he doesn't like it, he will clean it up .

Ye Zimu also knows very well that he is an encyclopedia + a puppet who can do experiments in Jing's heart. If the book is used up, Jing Bao will burn it for sure.

No matter what kind, Jing will not show any hesitation or exploration on him.

Where did he tolerate the puppet master?

Ye Zimu's eyes are black. When Jing looks at him, most of the time, he will think of a docile sheep, soft and not threatening, but occasionally, these eyes will become deeper, like the dark night sky, making you feel a kind of unknown. deep feeling.

Just for a while, like an illusion, the bottomless feeling disappeared, his eyes regained warmth, with a little puzzlement, his brows were folded because of the wound, and some gaps were exposed in his mouth, but because he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to say. closed.

"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold." Jing asked, "Is this how you view our current situation?"

Ye Zimu didn't know, so: "What?"

"Last Saturday night, forget what you did?"

Last Saturday night?

Ye Zimu recalled that night.

I got tired of drawing a lot of plants in a row, because of the farce of rock soil and black sand these days, Ye Zimu inevitably didn't have his own opinion on this matter, he drew a map on paper, and then talked about the black sand To accept the question of whether to accept geotechnical did a SWOT analysis(?)…

The problem is that I then destroyed the paper!

Ye Zimu smiled a little: "Is this considered torture? Or is it a rehearsal before the rock ninjas come to find fault?"

"I'm just curious." Jing nodded, "How can you, a wanderer, have such insight."

"Haven't you heard of an expert outside the world, what's so strange..." Under Jing's gaze, Ye Zimu narrowed his voice, "Okay, what do you want to know? But let me tell you first, there are some things I don't know very well. There's something wrong with my memory."

"memory?"

"There's no need to doubt it." The tip of the scorpion tail on the back of the neck seemed to pierce the throat, Ye Zimu dripped sweat, "You know my previous situation, think about it, if it wasn't for losing a piece of memory, what about the information I gave you? It would be so vague, even if I was hearing it."

"...Let's accept this argument for now." Jing adjusted the puppet's limbs, "tell me about your views on rock-soil summation."

"Can I ask for a cessation of the sentence before that?"

Jing looked at Ye Zimu with beautiful eyes and said nothing.

"This way I can't concentrate." Ye Zimu explained, "I need an environment for thinking."

Jing finally mercifully covered Ye Zimu's skin with soft sand, and he immediately felt much more relaxed.

"The summation of the rock and soil is due to the threat from the north. If Qianshou goes south to occupy the rock and soil, judging from their past actions, it is unlikely that they will give up the black sand. Without the rock and soil as a barrier, it is hard for me to imagine the lack of resources. Here you can defeat the continuous fertile soil in the north, so I wrote down my lips and teeth."

"I know this." Jing said, "I want to know the next two explanations, why the discord is so cold."

"Because of considering a little more territory."

"Ok?"

"Currently the best development situation in the mainland is the Uchi and Haguya clans, followed by Hinata Takasenju with two points, Senju with Gao Yantu with three points, and Heisha in between."

Hearing Ye Zimu's power assessment, Jing did not refute.

"So if there is no harmony, then in a short time, the rock and soil must be swallowed by thousands of hands. At that time, Heisha will inevitably face the danger of hanging swords, perhaps from Hyuga, or from Senshou. If you join Senshou, you will leave Hyuga, here There are also two results. If the two clans fight against Hyuga, they will finally face Uchiha and Kaguya, who are fully charged. There will be a battle between two tigers, but no matter what, Heisa must not leave Senshou until then, so the odds of winning are about four; Bo Ze decided to send troops to Hyuga, the chances of winning here are less than two levels, and before that, Heisha will advance and retreat with Hinata. This is the meaning of two levels of death."

Three floors, four floors, two floors.

Jing clasped his ten fingers, and said with a light smile, "There isn't a single one whose number is more than five or five?"

Ye Zimu bowed his head: Heisha had some difficulty in catching up with the opportunity being seized and lack of foundation.

"Not at all."

"Oh?"

Ye Zimu scratched his face, then met the glass-like eyes of the black sand thorn: "Don't you know?"

"I know?"

Don't pretend it's fake.

Although he wanted to say this, Ye Zimu, who was hanging by the puppet, still replied: "Besides the two roads of peace and discord, Heisha has another choice, which is to send troops to Yantu like Qianshou."

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