Yan Zhuo held two heads in his hands and jumped up to the city gate in the blink of an eye.
At the city gate, Wang Zhanjin heated up a pot of wine. There were some pieces of oil paper wrapped around him, including some soy beef, pig ears, donkey meat, and peanuts and edamame. He peeled off a peanut and threw the peanuts lightly into his mouth.
inside.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps, his ears twitched, and he immediately asked nervously: "Are you back?"
"How did you know it was me?" Yan Zhuo said, throwing the head in front of Wang Zhanjin, sitting down next to him, and rudely grabbed a large piece of soy beef and put it into his mouth.
"Who doesn't sleep at night and goes out to fight with others?" Wang Zhanjin yawned, "Who are these two people?"
"Iga and Sarutobi." Yan Zhuo replied.
"Hey, you killed the ninja leader of Zhenhai Base Camp?" Wang Zhanjin's eyes widened, sweeping away his previous sleepiness.
"It was the previous leader. Now that the old man is here, they are useless." Yan Zhuo poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
The wine was hot and strong, making my throat tight.
"Our wine still tastes good!" Yan Zhuo breathed a long sigh of relief, "Their master, the Ninja God, is here."
Wang Zhanjin was surprised: "Did you fight with him?"
Yan Zhuo nodded.
"Is he powerful?" Wang Zhanjin said and shook his head, "If he was powerful, how could his two apprentices die in your hands?"
"Are you quite smart?"
Wang Zhanjin also drank a glass of wine and said, "Even a fool can see this?"
Yan Zhuo smiled, and then his expression became solemn and said: "He is powerful. He is indeed a formidable opponent. Looking across Kyushu, there are only seven or eight people who are better than him in martial arts."
Wang Zhanjin frowned and said, "Then why don't you kill him so that they can have a companion on their journey as master and apprentice."
"It's not that I don't want to keep his head, but it's really hard to get his head." Yan Zhuo drank another glass of wine, "He took three of my moves and escaped completely. Although his apprentice blocked one of his moves,
But there are not many people who can take my three moves."
"Yeah, forget it, don't worry about it. It's good to kill his two apprentices. When we meet him next time, we will help their masters and apprentices. Let's wait underground in Sarutobi Iga." Wang Zhan
Jin said, "Eat meat and drink wine to drive away the cold."
"Actually, I didn't kill his two apprentices, I just brought back the heads of Iga and Sarutobi." Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows at Wang Zhanjin and said leisurely.
"Huh?" Wang Zhanjin looked confused, "Then how many of his apprentices did you kill?"
"Fifteen!" Yan Zhuo said.
Japanese pirates Zhenhai base camp.
Hattori Zenkura was sitting on the futon, muttering: "Fifteen, fifteen, my fifteen disciples, my beloved disciple, Sarutobi Iga! I must avenge this!" He sat down.
On the futon, his hands were clenched and his eyes were staring out the door, as if they were about to spit out fire!
Beside him, Uzumaki and Sato looked at the teacher in silence, not daring to make a sound, and could only talk by twisting their facial features.
This ability of twisting the facial features to convey information is also unique to ninjas in Fuso, and is called "Face Release". The two eyebrows are raised to the left, right, up, and down. Each has its own meaning, which matches the eyes, ears, and nostrils.
, lips and tongue are enough to cover Fuso's basic conversation.
Uzumaki winked at Sato: Sato, teacher, what's wrong?
Sato waved his hand and rolled his eyes: It's unclear why none of the senior brothers came back.
Uzumaki stared with a pair of eyes: Ah, none of the senior brothers have come back. Even senior brothers Iga and Sarutobi, who are so powerful, have not come back. Is this because they encountered an ambush?
While Uzumaki and Sato were running around, Hattori Zenkura shouted loudly: "Uzumaki, Sato!"
Uzumaki, Sato's face was startled, thinking that he was discovered by the teacher by using Face Escape, so he knelt on the ground and said: "Please punish me, teacher!"
"Uzumaki, Sato, you two are now the senior and second senior brothers. Now I will pass on the secret technique of fire and the secret technique of wind to you two. When you learn these secret techniques, you will bring a hundred ninja guards back to Fuso.
Remember to carry forward the way of ninja!"
Uzumaki, Sato was stunned, and for a moment he didn't understand the meaning of Hattori Zenkura's words, and said: "Teacher, what do you mean?"
Hattori Zenkura sighed, and the few remaining strands of hair hung half-dead on his scalp like dead leaves: "Your senior brothers all died in Jiangzuo. If I don't avenge them, what shame do I have to go back to Fuso?
The great cause of Ninja depends on you two."
Sato still didn't react to the whirlpool, but just knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes. Suddenly, Sato threw himself, hugged Hattori Zenkura's thigh, and cried: "Master, let me stay, I can't bear to be a teacher, and I can't bear it."
I can’t bear to part with my senior brother, but I also want to avenge him.”
Sato burst into tears, and anyone who saw it would have to say that master and disciple are deeply attached to each other.
Hattori Zenkura looked at Sato coldly and said: "Okay, Sato, you can stay. I will teach you the secret technique of fire, whirlpool, you go out first."
