Naruto Dancer Master

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Chapter 40 Sadness

Changhe's old face glanced at Sarutobi Asuma angrily and said:

The twelve guardian ninjas are in civil strife. Really, this is the first time I've come here to see you. A few ninjas dare to get involved in the battle for the throne of the Daming Palace. They are simply asking for death. "

"We have no choice but to say that the two sons of the daimyo are too capable. From the beginning, the ideological dispute between the companions turned into a competition for the position of daimyo. Unknowingly, Jilu and I actually We were also involved, these politicians are really vicious.”

Sarutobi Asuma took a deep breath from his cigarette, his eyes full of guilt and fear. Twelve elite jounin, plus a quasi-kage level strongman.

In the end, only he and Dilu came back alive, and the remaining four companions, Shan and the old abbot, were taken back to the Temple of Fire for burial by the sad Dilu.

"Ah, I almost forgot, Uncle Changhe, this is the letter that Master Shanhe asked me to give to Yanyan before he was alive..."

Sarutobi Asuma pinched off the cigarette butts in his hands, took out a letter from his arms, and solemnly handed it into Masahe's hands.

"Ah, thank you for your hard work..."

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect such a big thing to happen as soon as I entered the village. This is an Uchiha..."

"yes......"

Time passed slowly, and the discussion gradually died out, leaving only the heavy sighs of the two people. When can this damn world usher in true peace...

The Uchiha clan's genocide ended up as a blank page on the bulletin board, ending with the wanted S-class genocide traitor Uchiha Itachi.

There was an uproar in the village for a while.

At night, Yanyan received a letter from his grandfather Changhe. His grandfather patted Yanyan's shoulder without saying a word, then sighed and turned to leave.

Feeling something was wrong, Yanyan returned to the room with a heavy face and opened the letter with trembling hands...

Yan Yan, my disciple personally opened it.

My child, when you read this letter, your teacher will have already gone to the Western Paradise...

Hehe, forget it, even your master never believed in the Western Paradise, so I won’t lie to you.

Things are a bit troublesome for this brat Dilu.

At the beginning, the twelve guardian ninjas had some innocuous fights over the ideas of whether the Hokage should exist and whether the Daming Palace should concentrate its power.

Later, when I came to the Daming Mansion, the destiny of the Daiming was approaching, and his two sons were restless. They took advantage of this small ideological dispute to split the twelve guardian ninjas and recruit them to their subordinates. What will your senior brother do? The peace-keeping faction was also involved and unable to escape.

Now that the chaos in the Daimyo Mansion is over, the six guardian ninjas who originally protected the Daimyo have gone to assassinate the Daimyo because of the competition for the Daimyo's position. It is really ironic.

However, these brats were still too young for me. Although they were a little caught off guard, they were eventually eliminated by our master.

In short, the side where Dilu is located has won, the Daming Mansion has returned to peace, and the new Daimyo is about to take over.

This kid Dilu has a soft heart, so in the end he has to wipe his ass as a teacher and destroy these...

People with high aspirations.

Yes, I'm surprised. They are indeed people with lofty ideals. I don't agree with their ideas, but I admire what they have done for this country.

It's just that humans, including me, are undoubtedly sinful and selfish.

In order to make yourself feel that you are a righteous party, the only way is to mistakenly believe that others other than yourself are more sinful than yourself.

I will not say who is righteous and who is evil in a high-sounding way. I just want my disciples to live. If Dilu is one of these people with lofty ideals, I will not hesitate to help Dilu destroy three generations. The side of the Hokage's son.

Hahaha, yes, the so-called most eminent monk in the Fire Country is like this, helping relatives but not taking care of others, hahahaha.

The Country of Fire used to be more than just a country to me. This country gave birth to countless people with lofty ideals every year, who fought and died to protect the country and their loved ones.

The Kingdom of Fire is a home made of the flesh and blood of my teachers and these people with lofty ideals, so I will never allow anyone to destroy the peace of the Kingdom of Fire.

I cherish the peace of my homeland very much, but now Earthland and you are more important to me than the Fire Nation.

Haha, sure enough, my teacher and I have been eating fast and chanting Buddha's name all our lives, but in the end we are still lay people.

My child, don’t blame your senior brother. Your senior brother has become a Ninja monk who can truly inherit my mantle. He has gradually become a mature abbot of the Fire Temple. I am also fortunate that he has chosen the side of maintaining peace and stability. , In this turbulent world, if any country makes a wrong step, it will lead to a bottomless abyss...

Forget it, let’s just say that, don’t be sad, don’t be sad, my teacher is already exhausted, and he can scare a group of young people on his deathbed, he really deserves to die, and he is happy and majestic haha

Children, you have to walk the final road on your own. I can't help you anymore. Remember to go back to the Temple of Fire often.But don’t bring any random sacrifices. Do you think I can use them as a teacher? Haha, kid... I wish you will grow up faster, haha.

"The old bastard."

Just when Yanyan put down the letter expressionlessly, Grandma Qiqin walked in. Seeing that Yanyan was silent, she sighed and said softly:

"If you want, go back to the Fire Temple and have a look..."

Hearing this, Yan Yan couldn't hold it back any longer. Her nose felt sore and tears immediately flowed out. She turned her back and choked out:

"What are you looking at? He deserves to die. I told you not to go back then. This old guy..."

Before he finished speaking, he wiped away his tears heavily, got up and walked out of the room.

After Yanyan walked out of the yard, he came to the empty room and ordered with red eyes:

Please ask for leave for me starting from tomorrow.

Before Kong could reply, he lived alone in the most secluded and dilapidated quiet room in Changhe's house, copying scriptures and chanting Buddhist scriptures during the day.Subdue the skeletal heroes in the dungeon at night and form an army.

By filling your mind with things, you can temporarily forget your sadness.

The dark quiet room is uninhabited all year round, without sunlight, and is full of snakes, insects, rats, and ants, but it is extremely quiet.

Only the mask of Lao Dao from the Fourteenth Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty accompanied him faintly in the darkness. After staying there for a long time, Yanyan could even hear the sound of blood flowing in his blood vessels.

"I haven't seen anyone for so many days, and if Yanyan doesn't go to the Temple of Fire to express his condolences, will it be..."

After not seeing Yanyan for many days, Grandpa Changhe asked his wife worriedly.

Grandma Qiqin patted the back of her husband's hand comfortingly, shook her head and sighed:

"To respect a person, you don't necessarily have to go there in person. The old monk Shanhe pointed out a path of practice for Yanyan, which is worthy of Yanyan's lifelong benefit. He left, and Yanyan must be very uncomfortable. If he returns to the Temple of Fire to express his condolences, he is afraid that It will be even more painful. That’s good. After two years, Yanyan’s mood has calmed down, and we will go with him to see how majestic this assassin who broke the precepts was before and after his life.”

Grandma Qin also felt very uncomfortable when her old friend passed away, but people of their generation were used to seeing separation between life and death.

"Hmm...that's fine..."

After hearing his wife's reasonable analysis, Grandpa Changhe nodded, with a smile on his face, as long as his grandson could get out of the shadow of sadness.

Summer has come east, but two years have passed. If it is not necessary, Yanyan rarely leaves the quiet room. If the meals sent to the quiet room every day are not eaten, everyone would even think that something unexpected happened to Yanyan.

This night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Yanyan lay down early among the piles of papers filled with scriptures. Today was an important day for him, and the tasks in the copy should be completely completed.

"Clatter... tap, tap, clank..."

A sound of armored bones colliding and moving slowly sounded from near to far, and the scorching undead army gradually separated from left to right, making way for a path.

At this moment, Yanyan changed into a tall frame, riding a heavily armored horse in the middle of the road, slowly moving forward.

A black-green Daxia Dragon Bird Knife in his hand exudes bursts of cold air. The handle of the knife is engraved with a giant dragon holding a sharp blade in its mouth. The tail of the knife is inlaid with a sharp stabbing blade, which shines with cold light.

This is the blade he won when he fought with a real general a year ago. According to Athena's evaluation, the strength of the centurion's heroic spirit is equivalent to that of a genin, the strength of the centurion's heroic spirit is equivalent to that of a chuunin, and the strength of the general's heroic spirit is It is equivalent to jounin.

In the dungeon, there are so many forces from all sides, it’s like a melee between ten countries.

This battle was quite difficult. The legion that had been accumulated before was destroyed in one battle. Yanyan had no choice but to form a new legion again.

Standing on the hillside, Yanyan looked quietly at the bottom of the mountain. His infantry regiment had already rushed into the enemy's army, disrupting the enemy general's formation. They fought with swords and guns, clashed with gold and iron, and roared. The bursts are endless.

The huge pitch-black armor stood majestically like an iron tower, and the ghost-faced visor covering the entire head was hideous and terrifying. Cold breath was slowly exhaled from the darkness under the visor, and the cold mist was clearly visible.

This is the general of the enemy army. He is standing in the military formation at the foot of the hillside, looking at Yanyan quietly. The thumb of his right hand slowly passes across his throat, and he defiantly performs a throat-cutting salute to Yanyan.

"Listen to my orders and kill them all"

Yanyan gave the order with an expressionless face, brandished the Daxia Dragon Bird Sword and rushed down first. Smoke and dust rose everywhere under the horse's hooves.

"Hoo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho"

Suddenly, it seemed as if there were beasts roaring in the sky, and countless skeletal heroes behind Yan Yan opened their jaws ferociously, raising countless remnants of various types in their hands and roaring down the hillside. The black wave of skeletons instantly flooded the entire land.

"Today, I will free you completely."

Yan Yan rushed to the front of the formation and shouted loudly, a cold light swept across, and the remaining limbs and heads flew across.

After the horse's hooves, the heads that fell to the ground turned into dust and dispersed.

In the face of absolute strength, all resistance is futile.

Yanyan is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Wherever the Daxia Dragon Bird Sword sweeps across, there is no enemy. Wherever he passes, there will be a vacuum zone.

Countless skeletal heroic spirits behind him were entangled by his subordinates, unable to get close. The centurion heroic spirits and the centurion heroic spirits were unable to leave their own team, and could only be killed by Yanyan one by one.

"This is war..."

Yanyan waved the sharp blade and sighed:

"Like a natural disaster, unless it is a god, how can one person stop it..."

At this time, the grim-faced general wearing a jet-black mask and armor like an iron tower blocked Yanyan's path, and the horse-killing sword in his hand, like a door panel, pointed at Yanyan.

"good......"

Seeing this, Yanyan smiled ferociously, dismounted and flew forward, dragging the Daxia Dragon Bird Sword on the ground as a cold light suddenly appeared.

"As long as you die, your subordinates will be at my mercy..."

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