[Naruto] Chronicle of Wood

This guy's words reveal a lot of information, although it is difficult to determine whether it is true or not - he may be a fake tiger, or he may be true.

But as he said, it doesn't hurt to wait.

Even though he thought so, the knife in Fei Jian's hand did not loosen - who knows if these two guys will wait for the opportunity to escape!

Although the plan of taking the opportunity to escape is not in line with the taste of the Nara clan, but Kayama would not mind losing his IQ if he had the opportunity... Senshou Feijian is really not easy to fool at all.

Complaining so in his heart, Lushan looked at the darkening sky and scratched his head, hoping that there would be time.

The full moon in autumn is bright and clear, and the clear moonlight is scattered in the dust gaps, like spreading a layer of hazy veil on the earth-from east to west, the moonlight is melting, and the shadows are floating.

"What kind of taste do you have?" Seeing the circle mask Ye Zimu was holding, Madara said with a contemptuous tone.

"Not good-looking?" Ye Zimu picked up another mask from the booth, "What about this one?"

"What's the difference between the two." Madara couldn't help but said, "One is more frustrating than the other."

The mask on Ye Zimu's right hand has a yellow base, and the pattern on it is a swirl formed by black lines, and the swirl finally shrinks on the right eye hole.The mask on the left hand is also a yellow-based vortex, but compared to the previous mask, this vortex is flat, but what makes people unable to look directly at it is the three strange holes on it, which makes it look more obvious than the previous mask. Difficult to see.

Why is there still one on the top of the head to see things? Two masks should be combined...

Madara was thinking this unconsciously, and then heard Senju Hashirama ask: "You really don't like it?"

"Which eye of yours saw that I like it!" Madao thought that his taste was seriously questioned.

Ye Zimu looked at Ban suspiciously, making Ban really want to beat him up in full view.

"Wait a minute." Ye Zimu said, and then called the vendor who set up the stall.

Tomorrow is the day for the ceremony, and many people will gather here.And many shrewd and hard-working hawkers take advantage of the night to set up stalls here in advance to make a fortune tomorrow.

"What are your orders?" The mask seller was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. He was shirtless, but his face was sweating, and his hands were stained with black and white.

Seeing Ye Zimu's luxurious clothes at this moment, he showed a warm smile.

"Did you draw these yourself?" Ye Zimu asked.

"Yes, my lord." The young man wiped his sweat with his arm, "May I ask you anything?"

He watched Ye Zimu examine the mask in his hand, thinking that he was going to ask himself the source of his inspiration, and silently carried the manuscript in his heart.

"Give me a black pen." Ye Zimu said, "I bought these two masks."

"Adult, do you want to draw by yourself?"

Ye Zimu nodded.

Holding the black pen from the peddler, Ye Zimu enthusiastically added three tails to the mask with three holes under the gaze of "what are you doing?"

Then he put it on his face and asked Madara, "How about this?"

"have what……"

Madara was about to say the same thing, but suddenly found that the ugly mask had turned into the shape of a three-pointed ball sharing round eyes!

"Thousand-handed pillars!" The blue veins on the forehead of the spot bulged, "I will send you to the underworld!"

Ye Zimu removed the mask and concluded seriously: "Is it really similar?"

Madara's eyes turned red, and black flames burned on the swirl mask.

Ye Zimu let go of his hands, and the burning mask fell down.Ban pulls up his collar and growls: "Where does it look like you, let me take a good look at it!"

Madara would not admit that if the mask that was burnt to ashes on the ground was filled with black, it would be exactly the same as Sangouyu's Sharingan... If Senshou Zhujian dared to nod, he would be burned to death!

Madara opened his unique Sharingan with Sangouyu, whose shape is closest to that of a kaleidoscope, and looked at Ye Zimu with gloomy eyes.

Ye Zimu's eyes wandered.

"My lord! You, you..." The peddler who suddenly thought of recommending a self-painting business turned around and saw Ye Zimu's strange look, with trembling fingers.

Madara forgot to add illusion.

"Don't panic." Ye Zimu turned his face away and smiled at the vendor, "It's my ninja friend who was joking."

Hearing Ye Zimu's explanation, the hawker's frightened heart calmed down.

It is not impossible for ninjas to have magical powers in the eyes of ordinary people.

"That's it..." The peddler's eyes moved to Ye Zimu's front, the place was empty, but the peddler used the height of Ye Zimu's collar to estimate that there was really someone here, "That's... amazing."

In fact, it is scary to death!

But for the sake of his own life, the peddler silently changed the words, who knows if this ninja will violently kill people.

"Give me the second mask from the left of the first column on the shelf." Ye Zimu asked with a smile.

"Oh! All right." The shirtless boy turned and picked up the mask that hung in the shadow of the lantern.

As expected of a ninja, you can see it in such a dark place.

Thinking of this, the peddler thought it was the invisible ninja asking the adult in haori (banquet clothes) to buy the mask—he quickly handed it over.

This is a cat mask.

With black as the background, the cat's eyes and nose are drawn with white colored pens, and four graceful lines along the curvature of the cheeks - this is the cat's beard.

It looks like a Norwegian forest cat with its tail up and walking on the wooden window calmly.

"What about this?" Ye Zimu took the mask and asked Ban.

When interrupted by the peddler, Madara's questioning momentum disappeared.

He glanced at the mask, and said unwillingly: "It's okay."

If you asked Madara about the mask at first, his answer should be good.

Ye Zimu put the mask on Madara's face and said with a smile, "I think so too."

spot:"……"

Madara clasps the mask: "Why am I wearing this?"

"This way you won't be discovered." Ye Zimu smiled sincerely, "There is no problem without illusion."

"Do you think people only use their eyes to find people?" Madara sarcastically said.

"There are so many people now, put away your breath and blend into the crowd." Ye Zimu had an expression that I had considered carefully, "I can't find it."

"How can you be sure?" Ban raised his eyebrows.

"You can do it." Ye Zimu said with a smile.

"Huh?" Ban Dao, the rising end sound was meaningful.

"It's boring to go shopping alone at the night market." Ye Zimu put his hands together and said flatteringly, "Go shopping with me."

The gentle wind blows through the osmanthus trees, and the shadows of the trees dance; the leaves rustle, and the pale yellow flowers slowly fall from the trees; falling on the painted masks, they bring a fresh fragrance.