From kites to hot air balloons to airplanes, human dreams of flying never end.

However, in this world, this dream only needs a spiritistic spell to solve, and the convenience is incredible.

The condescending scenery is strange and novel, the endless dense forest, the undulating mountains in the distance, and the continuous rain, all of which constitute a natural landscape painting, which is just a corner of the rain country.

Thanks to the almighty chakra, as long as a thin layer is attached to the surface of the body, it is like an invisible raincoat to resist the rain in all aspects.

And with the increase in the amount of chakra, the current Lu Ming has also begun to exude the aura of a local tyrant, and by the way, the chakra has also covered the entire giant eagle......

In a daze, Maite Dai also woke up, and the whistling wind made his confusion instantly turn into consciousness.

Sitting up in surprise, he looked around, only to see the clouds and mist, and everything around him passed by the wind, which made Maite Dai, who had never soared in the air, feel a different kind of freshness.

Looking at the young man on the side who was sitting with his eyes closed, like the monks in those temples, he opened his mouth and said.

"Lu Ming?"

And hearing Maite Dai's call, Lu Ming also opened his eyes from a nap.

"Long time no see, Dai!"

"I knew those people were talking nonsense, you really didn't die!" Maite Dai on the side said happily.

"There was an accident, and if you didn't die, God blessed." Lu Ming roughly talked about what happened to him.

"By the way, what happened before, those sand ninjas?"

Maite Dai also told his own story, from the beginning of the mistake into the local camp, to the later being hunted down, when it came to the sacrifice of the two teammates, his joy to see Lu Ming also dropped a lot, his expression was slightly sad, and there was some unspeakable regret.

"Don't worry too much, it's not your fault!" For persuasion, Lu Ming admitted that he was indeed not this material, which could be seen from Maite Dai's unchanged expression.

If it's a person, you'll die, not to mention a high-risk profession like a ninja, which is actually the norm for ninjas.

"How's Konoha doing now?" Lu Mingpan sat up and restarted a topic.

mentioned this, Maite Dai regained some of his spirit and explained to Lu Ming.

Now in the camp, Lord White Fang, plus Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru, use Lord White Fang and Lord Tsunade against Sand Shinobi, and Lord Jiraiya and Lord Orochimaru against Iwa Shinobi, and since the last time, there has not been a large-scale war on both sides for a long time.

Lu Ming nodded after listening, even Konoha White Fang has already come out, so the pressure on Konoha is indeed greatly reduced, and the deterrent power of a shadow-level ninja is not comparable to that of several upper ninjas combined, especially this figure at the bottom of the box who is called White Fang.

Judging from Maiteda's description, the current restraint on both sides is only a moment of tranquility before the war, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is full of buildings, and the tense atmosphere has begun to brew in this tranquility, and finally there will be a fight, now just wait for an opportunity......

"Lord Lu Ming, it's almost here, do you want to go in directly?" A camp appeared in Cang Yu's sharp eyes, and suggested.

"It's better not to, find a spot nearby to land." As a known 'dead man' in people's hearts, let's choose a quiet way to enter.

In the camp's main tent, Orochimaru is deploying plans against Iwa Shinobi.

After three months of recuperation, Jiraiya's injuries have also healed, and at this moment he can already make boring erotic jokes, but Orochimaru seems to have set up an automatic blocking function, completely leaving him aside, and doing things on his own.

Sighing, he was a little remorseful for the death of that young man, after all, if it wasn't for his carelessness, then he might not have died, no, with his cleverness, it should not be possible to die at all, compared to his own disciple, this disciple of Orochimaru has always felt that he is superior, although he has never said anything similar to his face.

Orochimaru's ignorance made him feel even more guilty, he had been thinking a lot lately, if it was his disciple who died, then could he really sit down so calmly and study the tactics of the end?

He can't do it, that's the gap between them.

Reluctantly, he lifted the curtain and walked out, and was greeted by the same scene as usual: horses hurrying to deliver supplies, wounded people with bandages, ninjas with bitter faces on their faces, and this disgusting rainy day.

Walking straight to the middle of the camp road, the people who saw him greeted him from time to time, and he barely smiled and responded to them, but he was really most tired when he didn't want to laugh and laugh.

Wandering aimlessly, not knowing where to go, or how long he had been walking, he came back to his senses and found that he had actually walked to the gate of the camp, and it was really a little far.

Looking up, I just saw a man in a green gymnastics suit dancing and arguing with the ninja on duty guarding the door, the exaggerated movements and unique shapes seemed to evoke his memories, what is his name?

Finally he remembered, it seemed to be a lower ninja named Maite Dai, a 10,000-year lower ninja who could only do physical arts.

These days, there is really only one ninja who can only do physical arts.

Then he smiled self-deprecatingly, didn't he always be called the crane tail back then, each crane tail should be a potential stock, and he also played a slogan for himself in his heart.

When I looked up again, I saw that his clothes were in tatters and seemed to be covered with wounds, as if he had experienced a fierce battle, and I thought that he must have just returned from completing his mission.

Shaking his head, he put away his interest in others, it was time to go back.

It's just that the moment he turned his head, the afterglow drifted by, and a familiar feeling seemed to appear in his heart, and he turned around strangely again.

I saw that Maite Dai had already stood to the side, revealing a thin figure blocked by him.

Although I only saw one side, there was a strange sense of familiarity in Jiraiya.

Naked white feet, torn pants, and a strange cloak, it should be a cloak, if it weren't for the special temperament he has, he would definitely have properly classified him into the camp of refugee children in the Land of Rain.

However, the waist-length black hair tied up by straw rope was the source of the inexplicable familiarity in his heart, but how could it be, people had been dead for so long, he must have thought too much.

But at this moment, he was aroused, he still wanted to see the other party's face, and made an excuse for himself, otherwise he didn't seem to be able to say anything when he walked here, so he stood quietly in place and began to wait for the other party to turn around.

It didn't take long for Maite Dai's movements to seem more exaggerated and violent, and the boy took a few steps back speechlessly, and the earring on his left earlobe was revealed with the shaking of his black hair.

At this moment, the young man seemed to notice the gaze from afar, turned his head, and when he saw who was opposite, a pair of black eyes seemed to show a smile, and the smile in his eyes made the white-haired man opposite open his mouth wide for a while, and froze in place.

The red eyeliner on his face with his expression looks particularly funny.

At this time, Zilai's brain was confused, and I don't know how long it took before a sentence suddenly popped up in his heart: What a hell!