[Naruto] Chronicle of Wood

The fox mask and the thousand-handed column really complement each other!

Madara snorted coldly in his heart, stepping on the stone steps quietly.

'You have to wear them together, otherwise you won't talk about it! '

'OK. '

He took the mask from Madara's hand and put it on his face without stress. Ye Zimu's expression before covering his face was exactly the same as that on the fox mask.

Walking up the stone steps, the pleasant aura emanating from the man in the fox mask can be felt several meters away.

This is a road to the top of the mountain.

Aside from the special meaning of Guanglong and its resplendent appearance, it is actually a mountain city.

The city wall is built along the mountain, and the white wall built leaning on each other winds up along the ridge.If you look down from the sky, the rows of golden palaces and gray roofs are connected in layers like discs.

The place where the banquet is held during the day is a maple grove on the sunny side of the foot of the mountain, and from the maple grove up the stone steps of different forked roads are several pills of Hironaka in turn:

On the top of the mountain is Honmaru, where there is a seven-story glazed pagoda.The relic of Jingyuan Konghai was originally enshrined on it, but now Ye Zimu has replaced it with a hardcover Jingdian. The hardcover book with a length of 3 feet and a width of 1 foot does not have any sense of disobedience when placed on the lotus platform.

The Nimaru from the top of the mountain is the palace where the master and Zen master lived, and now some people from Senju and officials sent by daimyo from various places or themselves are added.

Further down are the ninjas of the spirit curse and the civilians living here.And through the opening of Guanglong, people of all colors now live together... The original few houses of various colors have occupied one-third of the mountain and are continuing to expand.It is said that the rent of many houses inside has risen from the earliest 1000 Zhu/month to 9000 Zhu/month...

And tomorrow's ceremony will be held on the mountainside, where there is a square enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.In the center of the square, there is a statue of Zunsheng Buddha made of marble, which was originally a place for Zen lectures on mantras.

It is surrounded by many discs.

Although hawkers are not allowed to set up stalls in the square in order to maintain the solemnity of the ceremony, the stone steps extending in all directions outside the square and the trails with twists and turns are the best stalls.

The mask stand that Ye Zimu and Ban passed by was under a osmanthus tree where the sun turned to shade.

And there are many such stalls up the road along the stone steps.

Glimpse.

Zebra looked at these stalls like a horse watching flowers.

Dolls, paper lanterns, arrows in sleeves, scrolls containing shocking secret techniques, storybooks with color pictures... These things don't arouse Madara's interest, but it's good to just look at them...

Madara stood in front of the bookstall, looking down at the notebook in his hand, and didn't even respond to Ye Zimu calling him several times.

"Blade." Ye Zimu patted him.

Bantou turned sideways without raising his head, and turned a page of the book in his hand.

Ye Zimu: "..."

Ye Zimu squatted down and aimed at the gap in Madara's hand from bottom to top.

"The most... the wind...?" Ye Zimu read in doubt.

"The fairest, my lord."

The person who sold the storybook was a young man wearing sunglasses. He covered his mouth with his hand, leaned forward and whispered to Ye Zimu.

Ye Zimu turned his face to the side: "What is this?"

The fox mask makes it difficult for the boss to see the expressions of the guests, which makes the young man who looks at people in Israel mutter in his heart.But in order not to give up the rare money, he shook his little finger and said, "It's the most clear."

this gesture...

"Give me a copy too." Ye Zimu looked up at Madara who was trapped in the book world and said.

"The adult mask is really good." After such a compliment, the young man with sunglasses said, "There is only one book."

"What did you say."

Hearing this voice, the young man in sunglasses felt that the smiling fox mask was a bit scary, but he straightened his glasses.

"This is a collector's edition." The owner of the sunglasses said solemnly.

"That's it?" Ye Zimu pointed to the scriptbook in Banban's hand, and then pointed to some other scriptbooks on his booth, "What's the difference from them? Don't tell me that all your scriptbooks are treasured."

All the vernacular books on this booth have blue covers, the titles are written in black on a white background, and the papers are strung together with threads.

Standard street stalls, Ye Zimu only has a different name.

"My lord, you don't understand." The owner of the sunglasses picked up a book titled "The Collection of Ancient and Modern Myths" and blocked it in front of him. He said confidentially, "The goodness of a book lies not in its appearance, but in its content. The cover of this book Ordinary is better."

"What's in it?" Ye Zimu asked with a smile, it was more vivid with the fox mask.

The young man in sunglasses withstood the pressure, and the lenses reflected light again and again under the moonlight.

……

"how much is it?"

"99999 Zhu."

"You're stealing money, right?" The veins on Ye Zimu's hands bulged.

"Thank you for your patronage." The young man in sunglasses put away his money bag with an extremely respectful gesture.

"Zui Chengyi...ah, Master Zui Cheng, do you know?"

The young man in sunglasses, who could not have to set up a stall for a month, squatted down beside Ye Zimu and began to explain. He asked first.

Ye Zimu nodded: "Master Jing is one behind."

"That's good." The young man in sunglasses raised his eyes, "Don't you really understand what I'm going to say next?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The owner of Sunglasses corrected his tone: "This book tells the story of Zuo Chengyi's life in the South and the North."

"I'll refund the money."

The rich man is the uncle.

The young man in sunglasses murmured to himself, and then said: "Different from other widely circulated versions, this book focuses on excavating the emotional world of Master Most Cheng."

"Ok?"

"Master Zui Cheng married three women in his life, and he treated them all equally and loved them all. It is said that he is affectionate and righteous, but in fact he doesn't love any of them."

"Is your first love dead?" Ye Zimu asked.

"..." The young man in sunglasses paused.

"The three who marry later look like their first loves?"

"..." The young man in sunglasses was speechless.

"He raised them as substitutes."

The man with the fox mask looked up at the script, and then asked the owner of the script, "Did I guess right?"

The deep contempt in these words can't even be covered by a mask!

It is about the dignity of the writer.The young man in sunglasses replied immediately: "Although you are half right, that's not the point. Those three women are just a small part of the book, and that's not the point."

"what is that."

"Master Most Cheng was born with both parents dead, he was raised by his aunt, but his aunt was killed by a samurai when he was four years old, so he had to make a living for himself from an early age - wandering in the streets and alleys, poor with only one thing The cloth given by the kind woman is wrapped in weeds and bark every day, and it is said that when Master Jing saw him, his whole body was no different from that of a skull."

Saying so, the young man in sunglasses took out the paper and pen from the booth, and wrote quickly as Ye Zimu tilted his head.

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"help me."

The boy's hands were like dry bones, tightly grasping the corner of the monk's robe.

The handsome monk in white robe paused. He lowered his head and watched the golden silk embroidered robe on his body turn black, and said, "Don't dirty my clothes."

The monk's tone was indifferent, as if the boy under his feet was not as good as a speck of dust.

"Help me." The boy raised his head with difficulty, his whole body was as black as the mud in the ground, only a pair of eyes were amazingly bright, he repeated to the monk.

"Let go." The monk moved his feet.

"Help me." The boy tugged at the monk's robe in his hand.

The white robe was even dirtier.

The handsome monk turned his eyes away and walked towards the city, dragging a thin boy on his feet.

This was the first meeting between Master Zuicheng and Master Jing, and it seemed to herald their lifetime.

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"So the first love is..." Ye Zimu looked at the wet paper and asked, "Jingyuan Konghai?"

"How can it be described as first love." Hearing the curious inquiry from the man wearing the fox mask, the owner of the sunglasses said seriously, "This is the relationship between master and apprentice."