There was a narrow platform under the highest peak of the first line of heaven, and the fat man in his mouth was standing with two black-clothed bodyguards. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The ninja leader walked to the back of the tent and looked at the visitor condescendingly. If the fat man wants to talk to him, he must look up.

The fat man, who thought that the other party would jump off the peak and was at eye level with him, was obviously annoyed, and he was unwilling to look at the person in front of him like he did last time.

The fat man straightened his fat belly, his mouth was like Maitreya Buddha, and he smiled: "Zhuang Tongyue, are you Dongying people who don't know much about the etiquette of Shenzhou?"

The faces of the ninjas around him, led by Hatsumi, changed slightly. It is very rude to call someone by their name, not to mention that the fat man in the audience is calling their leader by name. Lord Zhuang was hired to assist in the Shaozhou plan, even if the fat man was the alliance liaison appointed by Xinlu, how could he be rude to the adult! However, the ninja had a strict hierarchy, and Zhuang Tongyue did not speak, and these ninjas did not dare to speak first.

Zhuang Tongyue squatted down and looked at the fat man in the audience with an expressionless face, and he was still holding the previous horse-faced mask in his hand.

After the fat man said that, he chattered there. Zhuang Tongyue's staring made the fat man's muttering naturally stop.

He slowly stood up, let go of his hand, and the light mask floated down from the peak.

The moment he touched the ground, two arms suddenly emerged from the feet of the two black-clothed bodyguards. Before the bodyguard could react when he was alert, the soles of his four feet had been erased, and his back was pushed at the same time, and the whole person lay down directly in front of him.

The two of them were born in the Blood Refining Sect, and the Blood Refining Sect is based on blood refining, this kind of wound that ordinary people don't want to live in, they are just waiting for leisure, which means that they have to take advantage of the momentum of touching the ground and stand up with their hands on the ground.

Rubble erupted from the ground on both sides, and debris flew everywhere, and two gray ninjas suddenly appeared, their short blades stabbed into the back of their heads from top to bottom, nailing them to the ground.

The black-clothed bodyguard has neither brains nor blood, and the scene is not really terrifying, only all kinds of weirdness and strangeness.

The fat man in the audience was already frightened and incontinent, Zhuang Tongyue's face was still expressionless, he turned around and returned to the tent, and let the fat man be dragged away by his subordinates. In the ninja world, the weak are not qualified to talk to the strong at all, let alone offend.

By the time he first saw him climb to the top again, his family was already sitting on the white woven silk spread on the edge of the cliff, with a bottle of wine and three wine cups on the table beside him.

"Sit. ”

"Yes, sir. "The summit was rugged, and all kinds of rocks pierced my calves. Don't blink at first sight, all this is just a pediatrics for a ninja, not to mention his ninja in the middle of a ninja.

After a while, Zhuang Tongyue began to pour wine and asked, "What did the fat man say?"

"He doubted the strength of our Moon Leader and blamed us for letting go of those four Shenzhou people. "Hatsumi is also puzzled by the leader's order to let go of the Shenzhou people, but in the ninja world, you only need to obey, especially in the famous Moon Leader Mercenary Regiment in Dongying, you need to obey even more. If the leader didn't ask, he didn't need them to say much.

"Huh. ”

Zhuang Tongyue didn't explain, after pouring two glasses of wine, he began to pour the third glass under the suspicious gaze of his subordinates.

The wine is full, and the people are coming.

A figure that was also gray jumped up from under the stage, oblivious to the blood left on the ground.

"This is all white. Looking at the other proud subordinate who flew back, Zhuang Tongyue raised the wine cup and said.

"Master Xie. The two shinobi raised their glasses and drank them all at the same time.

"How's the news?"

Just put down the wine cup and replied: "The person who led the team in Wuhou Mansion this time is named Zhou Ming, nicknamed 'Little Naughty Boy', and he is a rising star who has recently emerged in Ren Huan City. ”

"Oh, Zhou Ming?" Zhuang Tongyue's eyes fluttered a few times.

Just cautiously asked, "Do you know?"

The mountain wind blew gently for a while, but Ru's body shrank in his gaze, and Hatsumi also accompanied the companion and lowered his head.

Zhuang Tongyue smiled, in fact, he was not half angry, but he just took this opportunity to knock his subordinates on the head: I just drank a glass of wine at the same table, and I want to go to heaven?

"Is there any news from Shengruo?"

"Nope. ”

"When she gets the news, let's go ahead with the original plan. ”

"Yes. ”

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In the cold winter, the icy and snowy Runin Valley.

A group of tiny figures were running out of breath, the ice rattling beneath their feet. Snowflakes fluttered, and as soon as they landed on them, they were melted away by sweat.

They had already reached their physical limits, but no one dared to stop. The ninja's way of survival is like this precipitous valley, and if you stop, it means death.

This is the last place of the Toei ninja world, where Koga and Iga trained ninjas at the same time. The contradictions that have continued for generations have not abated in this new era, even if the number of ninjas has long since plummeted.

Looking at the gradually clear banner in front of them, the steps of this group of Jiaheliu children unconsciously accelerated, and a look of happiness appeared on their faces. Iga has no children to be seen yet, but today I can finally have enough to eat!

For the first time, Koga and Iga set up the same training rule in the Rushino Valley, and whoever could bring back the flag thirty miles away within the allotted time would have something to eat, and if not, he would only have to go hungry. Simple, harsh and effective, it continues the tradition of the ninja world through the ages, and the weak have no room to survive.

When there were still dozens of meters left, the snow suddenly fell on the mountain, and the snowflakes scattered in all directions, and the children of Iga-ryu emerged from the snow in unison and surrounded the flag in the center.

Picking the fruit in front of your opponent when they are about to win is obviously a new bad taste that this group of Iga-ryu children have come up with.

There is a lot of anger on Koga's side, and according to the regulations, they still have a way to take it by duel. Some of the eager people looked at the man in front of Iga and lost their minds. The man was the eldest of all the children present, he was the strongest and the most ferocious, and it was rumored that he had already been regarded by several Igara-ryu elders as his ninjutsu heir. You won't die of hunger, but if you fight him, you will basically lose your physical qualification to be a ninja if you lose.

The children of Kagaryu were basically about to go home, but at this moment, they saw a black light in their eyes. As he was smirking, a black spot appeared in his throat, and a blow arrow sank into his throat with unmistakable accuracy, leaving only an inch away.

The person who sent out this blow arrow was Zhuang Tongyue, and at this time he was still called Mochizuki Xijie, a hybrid of Shenzhou and Dongying, and half of the bloodline of the Jiaga Mochizuki family was passed on his body.

Starting from this all-black blowing arrow, Zhuang Tongyue was out of control, from becoming the strongest in the same generation, challenging the clan elders, to rebelling out of the family, and establishing the Yueling Mercenary Group, it has been eight years now.

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Today's forty-one.

Attached to the comrade's work, talk about the heart.

Dispatch "Man Jianghong" 81192 to the fifteenth anniversary of martyrdom

Author: Ling Han

In April, the world is close to see the Qingming Festival.

Fifteen years, ask who remembers, Haijiang heroes.

Zhan Lu sword remnants of Kou Luo,

The eagle's wings snapped and the flag cracked.

Tell my comrades, I can't go back, Jun Qianyue.

Long Sky, Heroic Blood. The deep sea is blue, and the soul is immortal.

Send the dragon and the torch is inherited.

The great ships are now patrolling the four seas,

The flying shark will sweep the court in the future.

When it arrives, lay three glasses of spirits and whimper.