Jiuling's Hokage Travel Biography

It was already three o'clock in the morning. The three people who returned to the rental house from the Uchiha clan felt a little tired. The most serious one was Ai Ye. The moment she entered the house and saw the bed, she wanted to trample Feiyan with her horse. The shape pounced on.

"How long will it take you to sort out the information..."

Jiu Lama's voice calmed Ai Ye down. She turned her head and looked at Jiu Lama who was dozing off but still trying to keep herself up. She sighed helplessly and said, "You go to sleep first, I'll probably It’s going to take a long time.”

"Then I'll be more respectful than obedient."

After hearing Ai Ye's response, Jiu Lama knew that she and Yingluo had probably planned to stay up all night today, so he took off his clothes and walked to the bed, and at the same time said: "Keep your voice down when you do it. "

"Understood, don't worry."

Looking at the Nine Lamas who were already lying on the bed, Ai Ye's eyes showed a trace of envy. She also wanted to sleep. Today can be said to be the day with the most serious loss of spiritual power. The barrier released in the ancestral hall almost swallowed it up. With 70% of her spiritual power, it can be said that as long as Ai Ye lies on the bed, he will immediately enter a deep sleep state.

But it's a pity that she can't do this. If the information accumulated in her mind is not sorted out as soon as possible, she may forget some details when she sleeps.

As the saying goes, details determine success or failure.

While thinking this, Aino pulled out the chair next to the table and sat on it.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight."

Yingluo put the brewed coffee in front of Ai Ye, touched her head, and after saying some condolences, she also pulled out the chair and sat on it.

"You don't have to accompany me, Sister Yingluo."

Seeing the coffee coming, Ai Ye patted his face, then picked up the cup, blew on it, and took a cautious sip, "I can handle it myself, you go to sleep."

Looking at Ai Ye's tired look, Sakura Luo felt a little distressed, but she didn't know the methods or spells to relieve fatigue, so after hearing Ai Ye's words, she could only shake her head slightly and said: "No need. , I’m not very sleepy.”

Yingluo's attitude was resolute, and Ai Ye had no choice but to nod obediently. Then he took out a paper and pen from his pocket and said, "Okay, then I'll start sorting out the information."

"Ah."

After Yingluo gave a gentle hum, the only sound left in the rental house was the rustling of pencils and paper...

Just like that, a night without words...

Early the next morning, the Nine Lamas, who were sleeping soundly in bed, were woken up by the chirping of jasmine birds and the bright sunshine.

She was obviously unhappy when she woke up. She lifted the quilt, sat up from the bed, shook her head, and looked at the only table in the room.

"She really stayed up all night..."

What reflected in her eyes was Ai Ye, who had fallen asleep on the table. She was covered with Yingluo's coat, and there were several pieces of paper full of words placed by her elbows. She looked very neat and tidy. Apparently Yingluo helped her tidy up after she couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

After seeing Ai Ye's appearance, the remaining sleepiness of Jiulama completely disappeared. She picked up her clothes from the bedside, put them on, and walked towards Ai Ye.

It was obvious that she wanted to see the information that Ai Ye had compiled all night long, but just as Jiu Lama stretched out his hand to the file, Yingluo's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Be careful, don't wake Ai Ye up."

The sudden sound startled Jiulama, but she only paused in taking the document. Thanks to her strong body control, if it had been anyone else, she would have jumped up in fright.

"Can you make some noise next time?"

After carefully picking up the document, Jiulama turned around and whispered to Yingluo with some displeasure: "Thanks to me, if it were those little brats, Ai Ye would be surprised if he didn't wake up."

"Do you have to watch it at this time?"

Yingluo was wearing an apron, and it was obvious that she had been busy in the kitchen just now. After hearing Jiu Lama's complaint, she wiped her hands with a rag, glanced at the sleeping Ai Ye, and said to Jiu Lama. The lama said softly: "And can you understand the writing on it?"

"What can't you understand about the text?"

Yingluo's question filled Jiu Lama's head with questions. No matter how uneducated I am, it's not like I don't even know the words, right?

While she was thinking this, she raised the document in her hand. She originally planned to read a few words to Ying Luo softly, but after seeing the words on the document clearly, she opened her mouth in surprise.

"What text is this? Are you original?"

"This is called Hanwen."

Looking at Jiulama's shocked eyes, Yingluo's eyes curved into crescent moons, and she explained with a smile: "It's the words from Ai Ye's hometown. It's normal that you can't understand it."

"But when you speak, do you use the official language?"

After Jiu Lama turned his head and glanced at Ai Ye, he curiously asked Yingluo: "I have never heard of this text or seen it. Where did you learn it from?"

"Your language is called Japanese over there."

Yingluo asked Jiulama, who started to raise his voice, and explained as he walked towards the kitchen: "As for where I learned it, haven't I already said it? This is Ai Ye's mother tongue."

"I have lived for thousands of years, and I am sure that there is only one language in this world!"

Nine Lama, who was pulled to the kitchen by Yingluo, shook off Yingluo's hand and said resolutely: "It's not that I don't know the dialect, but it's not like the Chinese you are talking about."

Having said this, Jiu Lama raised the document again. After taking a look, he pointed at a paragraph in the text and said to Yingluo: "There are many Chinese characters in it that I have never seen before. Do you want to say that this is from our language?" I can still understand the branch, but judging from your words, these are two completely different languages!"

‘In a sense, Japanese is actually a branch of Chinese. ’

Yingluo looked at Jiu Lama's serious expression, and after complaining helplessly in her heart, she patted her head and said, "Is it useful for you to worry about this?"

"it works!"

Jiulama has been getting along with Yingluo and the others for a few days. Not to mention that they have a deep understanding, but she still understands the most basic things.

For example, in the current situation, when Yingluo says something like this, it means that she wants to fool her. Unlike Ai Ye, Yingluo is very good at talking. If you don't pay attention to the topic, you may be led away, and you I still don’t know how I was taken away.

Yingluo looked at Jiulama's vigilant eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched subconsciously. After thinking about it, she said to him: "The point is not the origin of the text, but what the article written by this text means."

Speaking of this, Yingluo spread her hands, interrupted Jiulama's attempt to continue speaking, and then continued: "It's useless no matter how hard you press me now, because I can't tell you."

"Tsk!"

Seeing Yingluo say this with the corner of her mouth pulled, Jiu Lama clicked his tongue somewhat unwillingly, then raised the document and said, "Then you can translate it for me."

When Yingluo heard this, she took the document from Jiu Lama's hand. After looking through it twice, she folded it twice and put it into her pocket without translating it for her.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Jiulama became anxious on the spot. She tried to snatch the document back from Yingluo's pocket, but Yingluo held her head down.

"We'll talk about it after Ai Ye wakes up."

Yingluo pressed Jiu Lama's head with one hand, and picked up a cup of coffee from the nearby microwave oven with the other hand. After taking a sip, she said to the unhappy Jiu Lama: "Even if I translate it for you, do you think you can just rely on it?" What can your little brain understand?"

"I'm so smart!"

The veins on Jiulama's forehead popped out, and she said angrily to Yingluo: "You can insult my personality! But you can't insult my IQ!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong~~"

After Yingluo pinched Jiu Lama's cheek, she walked towards the rice cooker and said, "You go and lie down for a while. I guess Ai Ye needs to sleep for a while."

"cut!"

After looking at Yingluo's back, Nine Lama subconsciously touched the place where he had just been pinched, turned around and walked to the bed, muttering softly: "These two people are not the same! They both have the same virtue! "

"I just woke up and heard someone talking bad about Sister Yingluo and me."

Ai Ye's voice suddenly reached Nine Lama's ears. She stopped walking, and then looked at Ai Ye who was sitting on the chair and stretching in slight surprise, "Are you awake? So early?"

"Why, you still expect me to stay awake?"

After stretching, Ai Ye glanced at the Nine Lamas, then subconsciously reached out to touch the location of the file, but came up empty.

"Where's the file?"

Ai Ye, who didn't find what she wanted, suddenly woke up. She suddenly stood up from the chair and asked Chaojiu Lama anxiously: "Where are the documents I put on the table? Have you seen it?" ?”

Looking at the anxious Ai Ye, Jiu Lama originally wanted to tease her. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not easy for this girl to be busy all night last night, so he gave up the idea and pointed to the kitchen honestly and said: "It's in Yingluo's pocket."

"As long as it's not lost."

Ai Ye breathed a sigh of relief when he learned where the file was. He sat back on the chair and took out a fan from his pocket. While fanning himself, he asked Jiulama: "How is that file?" Have you seen it?"

"seen it already."

After Jiulama nodded honestly, he said to Ai Ye with a serious expression: "But I didn't understand."

"Don't understand?"

Ai Ye was a little confused when she heard this. She closed the fan with one hand and asked in confusion: "How could you not understand?"

"Because you wrote it in Chinese."

Just when Jiu Lama was about to explain, Yingluo, who was carrying cold dishes, walked out of the kitchen and explained for her: "You were so sleepy last night that you were delirious, so you probably subconsciously wrote it in your native language. Bar."

"Chinese?"

Hearing this, Ai Ye patted his forehead, and then said to Jiu Lama: "No wonder you can't understand, my pot, my pot."

Jiu Lama glanced at Ai Ye, who was patting his forehead. He wanted to ask about the origin of the Chinese language, but he opened his mouth and still couldn't say it. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, but he felt that it was useless to ask.

Ai Ye didn't pay attention to Jiu Lama's movements. After she glanced at the cold dishes on the table, she picked up her chopsticks and took a few bites. Then while chewing, she shouted loudly: "Come here, everyone, come here, Ai Ye's little analysis Class is about to start!”