Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

From morning to noon, from noon to evening, with no distracting thoughts at night, a person spends his youth alone in the forest of death.

He didn't meet Kai today, but under the huge threat of not being able to sleep, he really didn't get lazy at all.

"Woof woof woof"

Mao Changji, how many pieces did you get today?

"Congratulations, sir, you have successfully digested 25 fragments."

Because he had been sucked clean by the rain master before, all the mental fragments in Ye's current body were acquired after returning to Konoha.

In other words, there are a total of 646 scrolls and 353 brought by Master Kurobo, which adds up to 999.

This number is quite joyful, and it feels like winning a big prize, but Ye Ke is not happy at all.

999, even if it is not as much as the Daitengu alone, judging from last night's experience, this is still a weight that cannot be tolerated by sleep.

In fact, according to Master Kurobo, if he hadn't often recited Buddhist scriptures and restrained himself from killing only fierce ghosts, the number of fragments would have been much higher.

By the way, it should be 974 yuan now

Isn’t that still a lot?

Letting out a sad sigh from the bottom of his heart, Ye knew that he would not be able to sleep again tonight. You should just go shopping and have some fun to cheer yourself up.

After being served to take off his little vest, Ye immediately released his transformation, took his more than ten demons and ghosts, lined up in two lines, and walked toward Konoha in a mighty manner.

However, perhaps because the noise was too loud, the group was stopped at the gate of Konoha.

"Stop you suspicious people. You must register before entering Konoha."

At this time, it was Izumo Kamige and Gang Zite who were guarding the front gate of Konoha. The few times they left the village before the night, they had always met two Chunin who were easy to talk to. But today none of them seemed to be there, and the gatekeeper was a relatively young black-haired ninja.

The young ninja had a serious face, and his eyes behind the rimless glasses looked very lethargic. There was a brown horseshoe-shaped family crest on his left shoulder. Ye recalled it for a while and suddenly remembered that he had seen this pattern before.

Where is it? By the way, it's the Arima clan.

When he thought that this person might also be one of the people who bullied Itachi that day, Ye's tone suddenly became unpleasant.

"Why are the ninjas of the Arima clan guarding the gate here? And as a member of Konoha, you don't know me yet. Then I have to ask, do you know Uncle Hand Fighter?"

Who is the hard worker who is hand-typing which code character?

Still with a straight face, the Arima ninja straightened his back and lowered his head, looking neither humble nor arrogant.

"I have a noble general, Sir Ye. Of course I know you, but these monsters behind you must register, otherwise they will not be allowed to pass."

Hey, this is even better

Ye suddenly felt funny. Because he was in Konoha, although the ninja guarding the gate looked important, he was actually just a recorder of normal entry and exit.

Who doesn't know that Konoha's so-called barrier is just a cover. If those strong men really want to invade Konoha, how can they come in through the main entrance?

And if they really encounter an opponent who dares to rush in head-on, most of their gatekeepers will deliver food.

After a few hehes, Ye felt a little unhappy when he realized that the person opposite him really refused to let him go.

"I said, who are you? Do you know who these characters are behind me? They are all monsters from at least a thousand years ago."

In line with Ye's momentum, the monsters immediately became elegant and wild, fighting desperately for him behind Ye.

Then, I heard Ye continue to say: "You actually want them to sign and register? Ask them, can any of them write the words after a thousand years? Or, can you understand them after they write them? "

Arima's noble general n a group of monsters and ghosts: ""

The air was suddenly quiet.

"Hey, isn't this night? Hey, Mao Changji is here too."

As soon as he heard this voice, Ye immediately turned around and stood in front of Mao Changji. With his height, he naturally couldn't block Mao Changji's whole body, but as long as he could block his chest, it was enough.

But to his surprise, Jiraiya, who had changed his attire and looked like a different person, walked straight past them without even glancing at them.

I saw him walking up to Arima Kishou in a few steps, holding his forehead with his left hand, and said with a slight smile: "Get out of the way, little brother, Ye and the others are not ninjas, please be a little more accommodating."

Arima Kisho was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around and took out a book with an ns cover from behind his back.

"Jiraiya-sama, please sign your name for me."

This inexplicable ninja is actually a fan of Jiraiya

This seemed to be the case. After getting Jiraiya's signature, Arima Kisho immediately let him go with a smile on his face.

Although the main factor here was Jiraiya's special status, Ye still felt very unhappy and deeply remembered this short-sighted Arima noble general.

It was already dark, but the streets of Konoha were still quite lively, which was in sharp contrast to the depression of Sunagakure.

But at this time, Ye would rather this place be the same as Sunagakure

"Hey Jiraiya-sama, can I give you a hug?"

"Hahaha of course"

From the entrance of the village to now, this was the tenth time that Jiraiya's fanatic fans appeared along the way. Every time, Jiraiya responded to his request without taking any advantage. Until he saw the woman who looked like the Akimichi clan at the far corner of the street. After Ninja

"The fans are so enthusiastic. They are even crazier than when I first became a Sannin."

In the private room of the izakaya, Jiraiya sat on the floor with his legs spread apart, fanning himself with his right hand. He could not see the calmness and ease he had before.

For the sake of him bringing her to the izakaya for the second time, Ye decided not to argue with him.

"Jiraiya-sama, why did you suddenly become an idol superstar when you were filming a movie or releasing a record?"

"Hey, isn't this what you taught me?" Jiraiya stared at Ye with a surprised look on his face, "You didn't tell me at first that you had to change your image to attract Tsunade. Then I went to Orochimaru and asked him Help me think of a solution."

Blinking, Ye felt extremely ridiculous: "So, you asked him to give you plastic surgery."

"I don't care what plastic surgery is. Thank you so much. I never thought that I would have so many fans. It was really a waste before."

As he said that, Jiraiya's face was full of sighs. At this time, the door of the private room was opened, and it was the boss's wife who delivered the food in person.

"Jiraiya-sama, the drinks and meals are ready for you and Ye-sama."

When it was over, the landlady didn't leave the private room. Instead, she closed the door and leaned against Jiraiya. Jiraiya, on the other hand, hugged her waist very naturally, his eyes wandering over the landlady's half-covered chest.

Sure enough, those before were all illusions.

"Jiraiya-sama, you haven't been here for half a month."

"Haha, I'm not Orochimaru. I can hide from people all day long. As a ninja of Konoha, I have to take on missions after all."

"Speaking of which, after not seeing each other for such a long time, the landlady has become even more charming."

"hate it"

Damn it, this is the real "don't look at evildoers"

Although he was no longer in Xiaoha's form, but he was fed a mouthful of dog food at this moment, Ye suddenly became furious, grabbed a bottle of beer, grabbed the plate of barbecue, and immediately started eating and drinking 11