[Naruto] Chronicle of Wood

"How is it possible?" He asked Jing Yuan when he heard the other party's next words, and the young man in dark glasses waved his hands, "Master Jing is a celestial being, it is impossible for him to fall in love with a mortal. Moreover, this matter is a life-saving grace for Master Cheng, But it’s just a matter of lifting a finger to Master Jing, so how could he take it to heart.”

"But didn't Zuocheng become Jingyuan Kukai's direct disciple?"

"Of course it's because... Master Saicheng worked so hard to gain the approval of respected people."

"Ok?"

"According to what my ancestors said." The young man in dark glasses moved his glasses and said, "At that time, the Jingshi was promoted based on military merit. He had no useless people under him, and he liked people with greater merit and ability. Thanks to Master Jing's kindness, Master Cheng puts all his efforts into training himself, and goes where there is danger, because the more dangerous the place, the more critical it is."

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The blood on the face of the boy with orange eyes was still wet, but he didn't care, because he had just beheaded Fukui's Shin Kusuto, so this area was under the magic spell.

That person must be happy.

Thinking of this, the boy's orange eyes sparkled.

"Prosthetic feet." The white-robed monk sat under the bodhi tree and opened his eyes after hearing the sound of armored soldiers. In front of him was a kneeling brown-haired boy.

"You are doing very well." Only the monk said so.

The twilight of the morning sun shines on Jingyuan Konghai's body through the bodhi tree, and the white robe embroidered with gold threads reflects the dazzling light.

The young Venerable Most Cheng raised his head, his eyes burning, "Please let me follow you forever."

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"So... agreed?"

"That's right!" said the owner of Sunglasses. "At that time, Xin Kusuo was a famous person in Fukui. He had a lot of friends and had a great influence on Kaga and Sato. There will be a lot of obstacles. Venerable Master Zuicheng made great contributions in that battle, but he was born in a poor family, and Master Jing was worried about how to reward him. His request just solved this problem."

"Then what then?" Ye Zimu asked, "I remember that Master Sui Cheng was only 19 years old when Master Jin was in his death, and he didn't even have a third of his life. Don't tell me that you will write all about how he passed. The three women came to remember Master Jing."

Saying this, Ye Zimu looked up at the scriptbook in Eyebrow's hand, the thickness of the scriptbook was about the same as a brick.

"I've already said that's not the case." The owner of the sunglasses said, with a serious tone, "It's a bit complicated."

"complex?"

"Cough." The owner of the sunglasses said seriously, "This has to do with Master Jing's feelings."

"Didn't you say he wouldn't fall in love with mortals?"

"I...feelings are not love," the owner of the sunglasses pushed his glasses, "I'm talking about the mood swings of Master Jing."

"..."

Ye Zimu asked: "How is it?"

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1.

The years have not left any marks on his face, he is still as handsome as a god when he first met, which is beyond compare.

The white robe is spotless, with golden silk clouds embroidered on it.

The monk looked at the starry sky outside the window, and a sigh-like voice overflowed from his mouth.

"East."

Dazzling stars shone in his eyes, as if looking at a lover, with infinite nostalgia and love.

"xxxx."

This was the few times that Zuo Chengyi had heard this name, and his heart seemed to be slowly sharpened by a blunt knife.

No pain, just a feeling of emptiness.

2.

The name disappeared without a trace one day.No, it should be said that monks stopped talking about anything other than official duties.

Except for orders.

Most Chengyi could not hear a compliment, a greeting, or even an exclamation from his mouth.

This made the boy completely unbearable, and the pain before became sweet instead.

He is willing to pay any price to bring things back to the way they were before!

"Please grant me your blessing." The young man knelt in front of the monk, as devout as ever before, "I will return with glory."

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"..."

"Why don't you talk anymore?" The young man in sunglasses touched the man in the fox mask and said, "Is the writing not good? This is the climax part that I have prepared for a long time. I specially selected the turning point for you to read."

"Do not."

A big pot of dog's blood rushed towards him, Ye Zimu squeezed the paper in his hand and said, "I was just shocked by the contents inside."

"So I write well?"

"And then?" The man looked at the notebook in the hands of the man with the cat mask and continued to ask.

Hearing that he was so interested, the voice of the young man in sunglasses became excited.

"Shortly after Master Zuicheng left Guanglong, Master Jing passed away. You know this, right?"

"know."

"There is actually a suspense here." The young man in sunglasses tapped his pen on the paper and said, "I have been looking for information, but I have not found anything at all."

"what?"

"Master Most Cheng received the news of Master Jing's death first or dealt with oooo first." The young man in sunglasses said with regret, "These two time points are too close so I have to discard a part, otherwise the story will be more complete .”

"what?"

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The monk died without warning.

The young man stood in front of the Qibao Glazed Tower with a dazed expression, he didn't know whether he should go in or not.

If you don't go in and see the gilt box quietly placed on the lotus platform, is all this just an illusion.

The pattering rain fell from the sky and wet the clothes, and the boy walked aimlessly in the rain.

He didn't know where he should go.

The beacon is lost, the colorful world is in front of his eyes, but it is pitch black under his feet.

The whole world seemed to die.

The orange eyes were gray.

"Do you want to die?" Venerable Master Zuo Cheng grabbed the prisoner's head and asked.

oooo's hands were chained behind his back, and after hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes dead silent.

"It seems that you really want to die." The boy said, pushing oooo into the water.

Black hair spread like seaweed.

Without struggling, the breath of the people under him became weaker and weaker.

"Kill him! Kill him...Kill! Kill!"

The voice below is getting louder and louder, but the boy's mind is getting more and more awake.

Do not!

There is no pain in the dead, and it is more terrible to be alive.

If it wasn't for this person, how could he have been away from the monk for so long without even seeing him for the last time!

How could he just die like this?

The eyes of the young man on the throne are shining, but his heart is already ashes.

……

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There was a crash, and the paper in Ye Zimu's hand was torn into two pieces.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the young man in sunglasses shouted, "Although I don't write much, it's exactly the same as in the storybook, and it's all excerpted from key parts, so treat it like this!"

It is the same as the one in the book!

"The content here is unique and not suitable for appearing on other papers." The voice behind the fox's mask seemed to have a slight smile, "How much of the content of Fragment [-] do you have in your book?"

"Don't say that." The young man in sunglasses who was poked by the words unique pushed his glasses shyly, "You know that after Jing Yuan's death, Master Cheng's life is still two-thirds unfinished."

Ye Zimu: "..."

"There are some necessary backgrounds and plots to exclude the content of the three wives." The young man in sunglasses concluded with his pen behind his ear, "it accounts for about one-fifth of the whole book."

The author has something to say: xxxx: The leader of the n generation before Qianshou

oooo: n+1 generation leader before Qianshou

As an author named Fei, don't ask me what these two are called, I don't even know.

(Look at 41 if you don't quite understand)