Holding Temari in his arms, Ling easily found the location of Sasuke and Iara's battle, and with the intervention of Naruto and Sakura, the battle became even more complicated and dangerous. Temari wanted to go to my aid, but her injured leg made her almost completely ineffective, and all she could do was stay by Ling's side and watch from afar with Ling.

What a thrilling battle!

Even though he was just watching, Ling sighed from the bottom of his heart. There are no gorgeous ninjutsu, no superb skills, no wonderful battles, only the collision of pure power! Two wills mingled together and sparks flew out!

After coming to the Hokage world for so many years, Ling has experienced countless battles, and he has also seen ninjas with high scheming and combat IQ, but it is far from being as shocking as he is now looking at Naruto and their battles! At this moment, Ling seemed to finally understand why Naruto was able to defeat one seemingly invincible person after another, except for the so-called protagonist aura, the belief of never giving up in a desperate situation and the power that was emitted for protection really made people feel that there was no limit!

Would anyone in the real world risk their lives for their friends? Will anyone give up their efforts to win back their companions? I'm afraid not. Even if there were, it would be too little and too little, but in Naruto, Ling saw this kind of emotion and persistence that was almost extinct in the original world, and Ling asked himself, if he were himself, he couldn't do it.

"It seems that it has already come to fruition" Standing on the tree with his hands folded on his shoulders, Ling stared at the huge body of the Sand Morizuru turning into flying sand and slowly collapsing.

Originally, Ling's purpose here was to prevent possible variables, and it was best not to change his plan until it could be unfolded, and he would not let Obitu be on guard! Because he had never had a conflict with Akatsuki, Kakuto's encounter was completely accidental, so Ling thought that even if Obito cared about his own strength, there was no need to take special precautions, after all, in Obito's heart, his plan was only his own, Jue, and the dead Uchiha Madara knew, Ling was powerful, but he didn't know Akatsuki's purpose, Ling still wouldn't destroy, there was no reason to sabotage Akatsuki's actions.

"Alright, you can leave too." After thinking for a moment in his heart, Ling bowed to the hand beside him and said, "The battle is over, and your brother is also fine, and he will be in the meeting." After speaking, the figure turned into a black streamer and disappeared, leaving a stunned hand bowing to a person.

This is a person, it's a bit unbelievable to watch Ling disappear, and a little shy mixed with a feeling of unknown reason, and Ling, who can't see through it at all, makes her have some different guesses in her heart.

Forget it, since this person really has no malicious intent, then there is no need to think about anything!

Taking a deep breath, Temari interrupted the complicated state of mind in his heart, and after determining the direction of my Airo, he dragged his injured leg away

The next day, the weather was a little overcast, the cloudy sky seemed to rain at any moment, and the whole Konoha was immersed in a sense of sadness.

In addition to the ninjas who died in battle, the civilians who were injured by mistake have always been the three generations of Hokage who are the patron saints of Konoha this village, and the old man of the god of ninjutsu was also sacrificed in Konoha's counterattack.

In the square of Konoha Village, countless people gathered here, uniform black costumes, uniform white paper flowers, accompanied by the ringing bell, and the funeral finally began.

A group of ninjas presented paper flowers, or memories, or sadness, or emotion. Slowly, the hazy sky finally rained, and the dripping droplets splashed layers of ripples and fine dampness on the ground.

"Is the heavens crying" Looking at the sky, Asma lamented, his father had dedicated his life to protecting Konoha, and now the patron saint in everyone's eyes still left, with Orochimaru's hands, with the souls of the first Hokage and the second Hokage who were dead, but who were also the legends of Konoha and threw themselves into the arms of the god of death.

Just when everyone was grieving, clear footsteps sounded, and on the steps down, Ling's figure slowly appeared. It's still the black robe on a red background, and it's still the beauty of the dust, but the splash of the rain is falling, and the hair that is usually slightly upturned is all attached to the white cheeks, and the continuous droplets of water also slide down the chin.

Everyone was silent, and Ling was speechless, walking to the statue of the three generations of Hokage, Ling stood for a while, and the paper flower in his hand was slowly handed to the long table where incense was enshrined. But when Ling wanted to put down the white paper flower in his hand, Mito Menyan, who had been standing quietly in front of the long table, suddenly grabbed Ling's wrist and looked at Ling with a gloomy gaze.

"Let it go." Ling spoke, his tone was light, but a sense of oppression that could be clearly detected was mixed in his voice.

"You're not qualified to give flowers to Ape Fei!" Mitomenyan's voice was not loud, but the ninjas at the front of the line could still hear it clearly.

"I'm saying it again," ignoring the countless speculative gazes around him, Ling Scarlet's eyes looked at Mito Menyan coldly, "Let go!" ”

"Ridiculous!" Ling's gaze made Mito Menyan stagnate, but he still said toughly: "Don't think I don't know! You have what it takes to stop Orochimaru! But you didn't do anything! As a disciple of Ape Fei, what kind of face did you have to appear at the teacher's funeral?! ”

"yes, I didn't do anything." Slightly silent, Ling looked at Mito Menyan with a slightly sarcastic tone, "But, what did you, as a teammate of Teacher Sarufei, do?" ”

"You?!"

Ignoring the old man's angry look, Ling continued, "You gave the order to fight back? You gave the order to evacuate civilians and children? When Sarutobi-sensei faced Orochimaru alone, as a former teammate, what were you doing? ”

"Uchiha Ling! Watch your tone! You're talking to Konoha right now! Xiaochun, who was on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, his squinted eyes opened slightly, and he looked at Ling coldly.

"Not bad." Ling chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "I'm so honored that you still remember, my name is Uchiha Ling!" So does the name Uchiha remind you of anything? ”

"You" The two of them glanced at each other when they heard this, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

"Don't think I don't know, you were also involved in the Uchiha clan back then!" Ling looked at the two of them, and the cold writing wheel eyes were full of murder, "I once made an oath to Sarufei-sensei that I would not do anything to destroy the peace and stability of Konoha in his lifetime, but now that Sarufei-sensei is dead, I will seek back Uchiha's debt from you sooner or later!" ”

"Uchiha Ling! Are you declaring war on Konoha yet?! Xiao Chun's voice was cold, and his eyes were staring at Ling.

"Don't be presumptuous!" Ling sneered and said, "You represent Konoha?" And if I tell the truth about the past, the ninja clans who feared that they too would be slaughtered would still be on your side? ”

When the two of them heard this, they were silent. Indeed, as Ling said, if the truth about the Uchiha is revealed, those families that are attached to Konoha are very likely to choose to leave! Giving the order to slaughter before the Uchiha clan rebelled, Konoha's coldness was chilling!

"Since you can enjoy the peace brought about by the fall of the Uchiha with peace of mind, do you also have to pay for this peace?!"

Kill him! As Ling's words fell, this thought instantly appeared in the brains of Mito Menyan and Zhuan Koharu at the same time!

"Do you want to kill me?" Ling lowered the corners of his mouth, and the faint pink lips opened slightly, "Although I don't think I have the ability to fight against the strongest ninja village on my own, I still have the confidence to kill all the elders and leave safely!" Between the words, the three rounds of magatama in Ling's eyes turned strangely and extended, and in an instant, the paper flower held by Ling turned into black particles and disappeared in front of the eyes of the three of them.

"This is" Mito Menyan was stunned, and subconsciously let go of the palm that grabbed Ling's wrist.

"It's ridiculous!" The mockery in Ling's eyes was even worse when he looked at Mito Menyan's dodge, "I'm already scared and only know how to hide, I don't even have the minimum bloodiness and responsibility of a ninja, your hypocrisy and cowardice are disgusting!" After saying that, Ling shook his arm as if he was throwing garbage, stroked his somewhat wrinkled robe, and walked away slowly. But the dull footsteps still make people feel that this beautiful and abnormal man's mentality is not as indifferent and comfortable as that of the table

Leaving the funeral square, Ling walked in the rain, his hair wet and sticky to his face, making people feel very uncomfortable when they looked at it.

Walking slowly, Ling suddenly felt a gaze staring at him. Looking back, a middle-aged man leaned against a wall, looking at himself quietly.

He wears a forehead guard with oil characters written on his head, white hair and a kabuki-like hairstyle, a red mark under each eye, clogs on his feet, and a huge scroll behind him!

Ling was slightly stunned when he saw Jiraiya, but he just glanced at it quietly and then took a step, while Jiraiya stepped forward to block Ling and said, "Are you interested in having a glass of wine together?" ”

"Not interested." Rubbing Jiraiya's shoulder, Ling overflowed lightly.

"Young people, don't be so cold, that doesn't attract girls." Jilai also smiled, took a few steps and walked side by side with Ling.

Ling was silent, still walking unhurriedly.

"Really, I thought the old man's new disciple was so good!" Jiraiya said as if complaining, and continued: "Isn't it nice to have a glass of wine with your seniors?" ”

"You" Ling groaned lightly, pausing to look at Jiraiya, "Don't hide anything anymore, okay?" Unhappy is unhappy, sad is sad, hippie smiling can deny their own heart? ”

Jiraiya was stunned when he heard this, and the smile slowly disappeared from his face, turning into a sighing look, and said, "What about being sad?" What if you're unhappy? The old man is fighting as a ninja and a Hokage until his death, and as a ninja, dying on the battlefield is the most suitable destination" After speaking, an inexplicable pain flashed on his face, and the figure of the disciple who was always smiling warmly flashed in front of him.

"yes, I don't deny that." Ling opened the corners of his mouth and said with a hint of indignation: "However, he should have retired, and he should have been able to stay at home and enjoy the joy of his children and grandchildren, but the incompetent Konoha pushed such an old man to the battlefield!" ”

"You" was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

It is true that as Ling said, the battlefield is the destination of ninjas, but this does not mean that young people can have an excuse to shirk their responsibilities!

Boom, between Ling's words, a muffled thunder also exploded in the sky, and the rain that fell seemed to be smaller, but in Ling's heart, it seemed to be bigger.

Jilai also shook his head, walked to Ling's side and patted Ling's shoulder, and said, "Okay, go and have a drink with me." ”

"I don't want to go!"

"Let's go!"

Ling still wanted to refuse, but he also dragged him away.

"It's damn weather, my face is covered in rain"

"The rain has already cleared"