The jackdaw screamed violently, and the cold wind blew through, rolling up the yellow leaves and floating blood foam. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several cold stars in the sky shone faintly, and the moon was like frost, dyeing the pool of blood with a layer of silver.

Corpses were piled up all over the ground, lying on the broken bridge and on the bank of the river, lying scattered in the plains. The flowing blood stained the autumn grass red, and the Igawa River red.

The smell of blood filled the air, and even if the autumn wind blew so quickly, it could not escape.

sighed, the smell of blood was so strong that Mingyu couldn't help but sneeze. Wiping his nose, Mingyu leaned on the side of the broken bridge, looked at the full moon in the sky, and sighed melancholy.

If nothing else, the next four years will be spent in this kind of life-and-death life.

"What's wrong?" Takahashi walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Psychologically burdensome?"

It was not for nothing that he said this, because out of the two hundred corpses, at least one hundred and twenty fell under Mingyu's sword. Mingyu is still young, and he is worried about some psychological problems.

Mingyu shook his head and said with a smile: "You look down on me a little." ”

Gao Qiao came to the door and lit a cigarette, spit out a beautiful smoke ring, and showed the kind of reminiscing expression that Lao Jianghu often showed when talking to rookies, and said: "That's good, there will be many such scenes in the future, you haven't seen the kind of scene of thousands of corpses lying on the ground, tsk...... I promise you'll never forget it. ”

Mingyu glanced at him, and it seemed that the Second Ninja World War had left a rather deep psychological shadow on this guy.

"Give me a cigarette. Mingyu stretched out his hand, and he suddenly wanted to smoke.

Takahashi shook his head and said, "No, you're only eight years old." ”

"It's a little cold, warm me up, just one!"

Takahashi took a deep look at him and gave him a cigarette.

Mingyu had never used a match, and he didn't get out of the fire after wiping it a few times, so Takahashi came to the door and simply helped him light it neatly.

In a flash of firelight, the brown tobacco quickly turned red, filling the air like blood.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Mingyu smoked for the first time, and when he took a puff, he choked on the smoke and even burst into tears.

Takahashi came to the door and patted him on the back and said with a smile: "Children can't smoke, don't smoke." ”

"There is always a day to get used to. Mingyu's voice became a little hoarse.

Takahashi came to look at him, with a hint of pity, and sighed, after all, he was still a child.

Silence spread, just like the night at this time, a cigarette butt in the deep night was as bright as blood.

The blood-red Igawa River rippled in a circle, and the young man's reflection was suddenly blurred.

"Captain. ”

Mingyu wiped his eyes and turned around with Takahashi, and the Konoha ninjas who were mending the knife had already gathered.

Twelve to two hundred, a huge disparity, but the side with the smaller number won a landslide victory.

The Konoha ninjas all looked at the short white-clothed boy in front of them with strange eyes, each of them had different minds, so everyone's mind was different, and there were many kinds of eyes, or like worship of gods, or like shocks to demons, or amazement, or fear.......

All those who participated in this battle knew that this battle with a huge disparity in numbers and strength was completely his performance, fire escape, water escape, thunder escape, illusion, physical art, and the strange-looking and mysterious wooden sword behind him, all of which constituted the image of a god of death who harvested life.

Just think about the scene just now, a young man in white walked leisurely in the night, wielding a long sword, and inadvertently took a human life, what is it if it is not death?

But they also knew that for their own people, this young man was also a protector, and three out of ten people's lives were saved by him with that wooden sword.

Mingyu glanced back at the majestic and mottled city wall, looked tired, and said, "Let's go." ”

Twelve men walked past the corpse and disappeared into the night.

The night wind blew strongly, and the blood foamed up, just like an elegy, flowing among the corpses all over the ground.

……

Before Mingyu's people arrived at the battlefield, his name was already like wings, spreading to every corner of the battlefield with the night wind. Everyone knew that there was a rising star in Konoha, he was so young, so young that most of the geniuses had just graduated from the ninja school, and his light was so bright that even the three shinobi couldn't hide it.

The contrast is so great that everyone thinks it's a fantasy, or that their ears are broken.

But the person who said it had a lot of trouble, so people could only reluctantly accept the exaggerated nicknames of "White Despair" and "Night Death", remember Mingyu's name and appearance in their hearts, and sharpen their knives Huo Huo has the ambition to let this new star fall under his knife.

As a result, the eight-year-old Uchiha Akiyu and the twenty-year-old Ha Feng Shuimon were juxtaposed, and "White Despair" and "Yellow Flash" became the two brightest new stars of Konoha and, naturally, became the most wanted targets of all the Toshihiko of the Land of Wind.

The two stars on the battlefield are now drinking and talking about wine in Konoha's front-line command - Kikyo Castle Tower, to be precise, they are accompanying the master and apprentice of Jilai Bo Feng Shuimen.

Even though it is a light and sweet sake, Mingyu doesn't want to touch it, he doesn't like to drink.

"Haha! You kid is really good, you actually defeated those cowards in the country of Kawa in one night!" Jiraiya's cheeks were slightly red, and he patted Mingyu's shoulder hard, and drank the liquid from the white porcelain wine glass.

The battle of Juchuan City, at least forty percent of the ninjas of the country of Kawa were wiped out, and more importantly, those people were the patriarchs and high-level of various clans, as soon as they died, the ninjas of the country of Kawa who remained on the battlefield were like headless flies, at a loss.

In addition, the Shinobi clan of the Zichuan Gen clan who took the lead took the lead in withdrawing from the battlefield, which made the hearts of the people scattered, and now it is only the geniuses who have gained prestige by virtue of the strength of the country of wind and the various clans that maintain the military spirit of the general.

It's a little ridiculous to say, after the death of Prince Guanghua, the six clans squeezed out the Genji ninja clan together, and as a result, the people took the opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield, but they escaped and preserved their vitality.

Judging from the fact that there were no ninjas in the country of Kawa in the later world, it may be that the ninjas of the country of Kawa were wiped out in the third ninja war, and the appearance of Mingyu made the Ninja clan of the Genji keep the fire.

Mingyu even speculated that in history, the one who captured Juchuan City on his behalf may be the Bo Fengshui Gate next to him.

Now the name of "Yellow Flash" of Bo Feng Shuimen has begun to spread, but it has not yet reached the point where the other party directly gave up the mission, and it may be that his reputation has skyrocketed in the Battle of Juchuan Castle, reaching the point where it is not much different from White Fang and Sannin.

"Hey, what are you thinking, why do you still look sullen after making a great contribution?" said Jiraiya dissatisfied.

"Mingyu, don't think too much. Bo Feng Shuimen was much more careful, and when he saw him melancholy, he knew that he was not used to that kind of large-scale killing. (To be continued.) )