"You're here," Itachi, who was wearing beach shorts and pulling on his slippers, glanced at Masani unsurprised. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You like bars," Masaki smiled and sat next to him, who was also at the bar the last time I saw Itachi.

Itachi smiled, picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass for Masaki, watching the scarlet wine swaying in the wine glass, his vicissitudes of life flashed slightly: "The wine in your world is quite interesting, each has its own taste, although I know that this is fake, but it is better than nothing, isn't it?"

Masaki took a sip of the wine, feeling the sweetness of the fermented red wine in his mouth, this feeling was amazing, and he suddenly remembered a movie that fits the current situation very well: "The Matrix", although all this is mentally constructed, but the taste is almost no different from real life.

"True and false, what is true, what is false, who can know, our world, is it also a bubble in thousands of consciousnesses, just a light poke, it will be nothing," Masaki said with a soft sigh.

Itachi listened, was slightly stunned, frowned and looked at Masaki, for some reason, he always felt that this time, Masaki's mood seemed to be a little low.

"Fake is true when it's true, it's hard to tell if it's true or false, I'll show you a movie that we're very famous in the world, and you'll know why I said that", Masaki thought for a moment and pointed to the bar TV, and almost the next second, the opening song unique to "The Matrix" began to play.

Two hours later, Itachi watched the end of "The Matrix" thoughtfully, relying on the continuous understanding of the virtual world of Masaki during this time, so he can also have a general understanding of some elements in the movie, I have to say that the bridge in this movie is somewhat interesting in his opinion, and even somewhat consistent, his world is alive for him, but for Masaki, it is just an anime that only exists in the imagination, and he can be said to be virtual for Masaki! But now, because of what factors did he stand in front of Zhengji? His eyes flashed, and it was also a little unimaginable.

"Forget it, these too profound things are still left to the scientists to think, I'd better do my own thing honestly, people, the more I think about it, the more I look like a psychopath, hey, by the way, you know what? I'm ....... today", Masaki recounted the illusion and Itachi that he unintentionally released by playing the piano,

Itachi's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this, and he glanced at Zhengji, "I don't see it, your illusion talent is not low, you have no teacher, that's right, the sound rhythm can also be used with mental power to cast illusions, although it is not as strong as the writing wheel eye to release directly, but it also has its own advantages, and it can be cast on the enemy more covertly."

"I see," knowing this, he is equivalent to mastering another skill, Masaki and Itachi chatted with each other, and felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, and only here, and only in front of Itachi, who knew all this, could he completely relax.

"Your spiritual power has grown rapidly, it seems that you haven't let go of your cultivation during this time", Itachi suddenly said, he was in the spiritual world of political discipline, and he could more truly feel the changes in this world.

Masaki nodded: "I will practice every night according to the method you said, and in a few years, I may be able to implement the original idea."

"Well, to be honest, I'm a little tired of staying here, since the original dream of protecting Konoha can't be continued, then I can only look forward to experiencing the excitement of the world in your world," Itachi took a soft breath, he is also a human, although this world is almost chaotic, but after all, it is fictional, and he naturally wants to regain his freedom to see the real world.

"What if it fails?" asked Masaki with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Failure is failure, where do you come from, where you go, death is nothing to me", Itachi smiled suddenly, as if life and death were not in his heart.

"Then keep working hard!" "Masaki's gaze was much firmer, "Are you interested in practicing?" Masaki asked with a smile as he looked at Itachi.

"I'm happy to accompany you," Itachi nodded.

In the next second, the world turned around, the scene was no longer a bar, but a huge white practice room, all kinds of props and weapons were separated on both sides, and Zhengji and Itachi were separated on both sides, the atmosphere lived up to the previous relaxed and lazy, an invisible momentum emanated from the two of them, the practice room seemed to suddenly become solemn, the eyes of the two were connected, the same blood-red pupils, the same big windmill pupils, and there seemed to be an invisible electric current flashing at the place where the eyes met.

"Please!" Masaki clenched his fist at Itachi.

Itachi nodded, and was not polite, with a wave of his sleeve robe, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking the air, more than a dozen black hexagonal darts flew towards Masaki in different directions, and what was even more amazing was that these darts were not straight spinning, but in a different arc, which was more difficult to prevent in a change of direction movement.

However, this is not the end! Almost just when Masaki thought it was just that, the darts that were about to gallop in front of him suddenly touched each other with the sound of "clanging"! Then in Masaki's surprised gaze, more than a dozen darts instantly changed direction, but the target was still Masaki, but the angle became more and more tricky, from top to bottom, enveloping Masaki's whole body in it!

At the last moment, Masaki took a breath gently, and as soon as Itachi made a move, it was really extraordinary, and this beginning was his famous secret weapon technique.

However, Zhengji is not panicked, he also has a writing wheel eye, although this level of hidden weapon is not very guardable, but for him, it has not yet reached the stage of cornering.

Zhengji's hand copied, and in the next second, the darts in his hand also flew out, accompanied by a clanging sound, and each thrown hidden weapon collided with the weasel accurately, scattered on the ground, without exception!

However, the next second when the secret weapon was empty in the sky, a big foot was getting bigger and closer in the sight of Masaki, and the clothes on the trouser leg were hunting, and the strength of this foot was so fast that Masaki only had time to raise his arm to block it.

"Bang", the ferret's foot was firmly imprinted on the arm of Zhengji blocking his chest, and Zhengji, the whole person was like floating catkins in the air, floating a few meters away from the back under this foot, shaking his arm that was a little numb, and did not suffer much damage.

"Nice unloading, be careful!" Itachi glanced at Masaki appreciatively, before his words fell, and then leaned over, and a stormy attack followed.

"Bang bang" and "pop", the entire martial arts arena, two black and white figures, one attack and one defense, you come and go with your fists and feet, gusts of wind overflow between the fists and feet of the two, and the figure is so fast that it almost leaves the remnants of the Tao in the martial arts arena.

"Fire escape! Hao Fireball Technique!" Just as the two of you and I were at a stalemate, suddenly, a burst of shouts came out of Itachi's mouth, and then in Masaki's sight, a huge fireball rushed to his face, and before he could see it, he felt his hair curl and scorch.

"Ahh

"Isn't this a test of your adaptability? How can you guarantee that your opponents can play according to the routine? You see, if there is a time bomb on me in real life that wants to die with you, won't you be planted? Besides, you didn't say that you can't use ninjutsu?" Itachi said with a smile, but thought to himself: "This kid has made really fast progress, how long has it been since he was able to fight with himself for so long without losing."

Masaki looked at Itachi helplessly, although he also knew that Itachi was probably joking with him, but for Itachi's words, he didn't take it as a deaf ear, and after thinking about it, Itachi was right, he sometimes did underestimate the other party because of the writing wheel, if he didn't pay attention to it, maybe he would really capsize in the gutter that day.

"Come again!" Thinking of this, Masaki smiled and stood in front of Itachi again.

The early morning sun shone on the face of Masaki Qingxiu, sleepy-eyed he slowly opened his eyes, the soft Simmons bed, the velvet quilt, made him have an urge not to get up, I have to say, in terms of sleeping environment, the Four Seasons Hotel has done a particularly good job.

Stretching his waist, he felt that his muscles were a little sore, but he was hard, and he spent almost the night in the spiritual world in the spiritual world, chatting, and drinking, but part of everything in the spiritual world was transmitted to the body through the nerves, so he felt some slight changes in the body.

I took the phone casually, asked for breakfast, and Masaki lazily walked into the bathroom.

"Ding dong, ding dong", the doorbell rang, Zheng Ji wiped the water drops from his hair, and opened the door casually, and a waiter stood at the door respectfully pushing the restaurant at the door, and saw Zheng Ji with a professional smile.

"Thank you", Masaki said casually, turning sideways to let him push the dining cart into the room, and suddenly a figure on the side of the corridor flashed, and a silk corner of clothes could be faintly seen.

Masaki was slightly stunned, someone was spying on him? This was his first reaction, he glanced at the waiter behind him, he gently made a gesture to close the door, and slowly walked towards the corner step by step silently.