Chapter 40: Sorrow

Changhe's old face glanced at Asma angrily and said:

Guarding the civil strife of the Twelve Ninjas, really, it's the first time I've come to you, and a few ninjas dare to get involved in the battle for the throne of the Daimyo's Mansion, it's simply self-defeating. ”

"We can't help it, we can only say that the two sons of the daimyo are too capable, from the beginning of the battle of ideas between the companions actually turned them into a battle for the position of the daimyo, and before I knew it, Jilu and I were actually involved, these politicians are really vicious."

Ape Fei Asma took a deep puff of his cigarette, his eyes were full of guilt and fear, twelve elite ninjas, plus a quasi-shadow-level powerhouse.

In the end, only he and Jilu came back alive, and the remaining four companions and the old host of Yama and Lu were taken back to the Temple of Fire for burial by the sad Jilu.

"Ah, I almost forgot, Uncle Changhe, this is the old host of Shan and the old host...... Let me hand over the letter to Yan Yan. ”

Ape Fei Asma took off the cigarette butt in his hand, took out a letter from his arms, and solemnly handed it to Changhe.

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

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

"yes......"

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

And the incident of the extermination of the Uchiha clan was finally just turned into a blank page on the bulletin board, ending with the wanted S-class exterminator Uchiha Itachi.

For a time, there was an uproar in the village.

Yan Yan took a letter handed to him by his grandfather Chang He, Chang He patted Yan Yan on the shoulder without saying a word, then sighed and turned to leave.

Yan Yan, who felt that something was wrong, returned to the room with a heavy face, and opened the letter with trembling hands......

The scorching flame is open in person.

Child, when you read this letter, the teacher had already gone to the Western Elysium......

Hehe, forget it, even your master didn't believe that there was a Western Elysium, so I won't lie to you.

There is some trouble with this stinky boy on the ground land.

Originally, the Guardian Ninja Twelve originally started some innocuous battles over the idea of whether the Hokage should exist and whether the Daimyo's Mansion wanted to concentrate power.

Later, when I came to the Daimyo's Mansion, the Daimyo's destiny was approaching, and his two sons were not at ease, so they took advantage of this small dispute of ideas to split the Guardian Ninja Twelve and recruit them separately, and your senior brother was also involved as a peace-keeping faction, and he couldn't get out.

Now that the chaos in the Daimyo's Mansion has gone, the six guardian ninja twelvemen who originally protected the Daimyo have gone to assassinate the Daimyo because of the competition for the position of the Daimyo, which is really a bit ironic.

However, these little cubs are still too tender for me, and although they are a little caught off guard, they are still destroyed by the teacher.

In short, the side where Jilu is located has won, the Daimyo's Mansion has returned to peace, and a new Daimyo is about to ascend to the throne.

This kid Dilu is soft-hearted, and in the end, he has to wipe his ass for the teacher and destroy these ......

A person with lofty ideals.

Yes, I'm surprised, it's true that there are people with lofty ideals, and the teacher doesn't agree with their philosophy, but admires what they have done for this country.

It's just that all human beings, including the old man, are undoubtedly sinful and selfish.

In order to make oneself feel that one is on the one side of justice, the only way to do so is to mistakenly believe that someone other than oneself is more sinful than oneself.

The teacher will not say who is righteous and who is evil, the teacher just wants his disciples to live, if the earth is the side of these people with lofty ideals, the teacher will not hesitate to help the side of the three generations of Hokage's sons.

Hahaha, yes, the so-called No. 1 monk in the Land of Fire is like this, helping relatives or not, hahahaha.

Once the Land of Fire was not just a country for me, it was a country that gave birth to countless aspiring people every year who fought and died to protect the country and their loved ones.

The Land of Fire is the home of the flesh and blood of my teacher and these people with lofty ideals, so no one will be allowed to disturb the peace of the Land of Fire.

I cherish the peace of my homeland at this moment, but now the land and you are more important to me than the land of fire!

Hehe, sure enough, I ate fasting and chanted Buddha with my teacher all my life, but in the end I was still a layman.

Child, don't blame your senior brother, your senior brother has become a ninja monk who can really inherit my mantle, he has gradually become a mature fire temple host, and he is also glad that Lu has chosen the side to maintain peace and stability, in this turbulent world, any country, taking a wrong step is a bottomless abyss......

Forget it, let's say so much, don't be sad, don't be sad, the teacher is already a generation of exhausted oil, and he can deter a group of small people when he is dying, and he really deserves to die, happy! Down! Ha ha!

Children, the last road is up to you, the teacher can't help you anymore, remember to go back to the Temple of Fire often. But don't bring any messy sacrifices, guess if you can use them? Haha, kid...... Good luck growing faster, haha!

"This old bastard."

Just as Yan Yan put down the letter expressionlessly, Grandma Qiqin walked in, saw that Yan Yan didn't say a word, sighed and said softly:

"If you want, let's go back to the Temple of Fire......"

Yan Yan couldn't hold back anymore when he heard this, his nose was sore, tears suddenly flowed out, he turned his back and choked up and said:

"Look at what, you deserve to die, I said I wouldn't go, this old guy ......"

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

After Yan Yan walked out of the courtyard, he came to the empty room, and instructed with red eyes:

From tomorrow, help me take a leave of absence.

Without waiting for a reply, he lived alone in the most hidden and dilapidated quiet room of Changhe's house, copying scriptures and chanting Buddhas during the day. At night, surrender the Skeleton Heroes in the dungeon and form a legion.

By filling your mind with things, you can forget about grief for a while.

The dimly lit quiet room is uninhabited all year round, there is no daylight, snakes, insects, rats and ants are everywhere, but it is extremely quiet.

Only the mask of the old knife on the fourteenth power of the Ming Dynasty accompanied him in the dark, and after living for a long time, he could even hear the sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels.

"It's been so many days since I saw anyone, and Yan Yan didn't go to the Temple of Fire to mourn, would it be ......?"

After not seeing the heat for many days, Grandpa Changhe asked his wife with some worry.

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

"Respect a person, you don't have to go in person, the mountain and the old monk pointed out a path of cultivation for Yan Yan, which is worthy of Yan Yan's lifelong benefit. When he left, Yan Yan must have felt very uncomfortable, and if he returned to the Temple of Fire to mourn, I was afraid that it would be even more painful. That's good, after two years of Yan Yan's mood calmed down, we will accompany him, and go to see how majestic this assassination monk is, before and after death. ”

The death of an old friend and the grandmother of the piano are also very uncomfortable, but their generation is used to seeing life and death.

"Hmm...... It's also ......."

Hearing the old wife's reasoned analysis, Grandpa Changhe nodded, with a slight smile on his face, as long as his grandson could get out of the shadow of sadness.

The summer came to the east, but two years have passed, and if it is not necessary, Yan Yan rarely goes out of the ashram, and if it were not for the food sent to the ashram every day, everyone would even think that Yan Yan had an accident.

This night was a bright moon and stars, Yan Yan had already laid down in the pile of papers full of scriptures, today was an important day for him, and the task in the copy should be completely completed.

"Whoa... Stompe... Bell ......"

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

At this moment, Yan Yan changed into a tall skeleton, and rode a heavily armored horse in the middle of the road, slowly moving forward.

A black-green Great Xia Dragon Sparrow knife in his hand exuded a burst of cold air, and the handle of the knife was carved with a cloud-overturning dragon's sharp blade, and the tail of the knife was inlaid with a sharp stabbing blade, and the cold light flickered.

This is the sharp blade he captured a year ago when he fought with a real general, according to Athena's assessment, the strength of the centurion is equivalent to that of the lower ninja, the strength of the commander of the thousand commanders is equivalent to the strength of the middle ninja, and the strength of the general is equivalent to the strength of the upper ninja.

In the dungeon, there are many forces on all sides, like a scuffle between the ten countries.

This battle was quite difficult, and the legion accumulated before was wiped out, and Yan Yan had to re-form a legion again.

Standing on the hillside, Yan Yan quietly looked down the mountain, his infantry corps had already rushed into the enemy's army, disrupting the enemy's general's arrangement, fighting with swords and guns, fighting with gold and iron, and roaring endlessly.

The huge pitch-black armor stood majestically like an iron tower, and the grimace and visor covering the entire head were hideous and terrifying, and the cold breath slowly spit out from the darkness under the mask, and the cold mist was clearly visible.

This is the general of the enemy army, who is standing in the military formation under the hillside and watching Yan Yan faintly, the thumb of his right hand slowly slashes through his throat, and he makes a throat cut salute to Yan Yan unruly.

"Listen to me and kill them all!"

Yan Yan gave an order with an expressionless face, waved the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife and rushed down first, and under the horse's hooves, smoke and dust rose everywhere.

"Roar!!! … Roar... Phew! Phew! ”

Suddenly, it was as if there was a fierce beast roaring in the sky, and the countless skeletons behind Yan Yan were grinning fiercely, raising countless remnants of the army in their hands and rushing down the hillside! The wave of bones crushed by black crush instantly flooded the entire land.

"Today, let you be completely liberated!"

Yan Yan rushed to the front of the battle and shouted, a cold light swept by, and the stump and head flew sideways.

After the horses' hooves, the heads that fell to the ground turned to dust and dispersed.

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

Yan Yan is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, there is no enemy where the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife sweeps, as long as it is the place he passes, it will become a vacuum.

The countless skeleton heroic spirits behind him were entangled by his subordinates and could not get close, and the centurion heroic spirit and the thousand-legon heroic spirit could not break away from their own team, so they could only be killed by Yan Yan one by one.

"This is war......"

Yan Yan waved his blade and sighed:

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

At this time, the grimace general wearing pitch-black armor and armor like an iron tower blocked Yan Yan's way, and the horse-chopping broadsword in his hand like a door panel pointed at Yan Yan.

"Not bad......"

Seeing this, Yan Yan smiled fiercely, dismounted and flew forward, and the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife in his hand dragged the ground, and the cold light suddenly rose.

"As long as you're dead, your subordinates should be slaughtered by me......"