From the second day after the Mitsutomi Qixin left, I was in dire straits. Six teaching-type Zhongnin teachers began to instill knowledge of cultural subjects in three batches, each for six hours, 18 hours a day. Looking at their endless mouths, I just wanted to kill people and dizzy. I didn’t feel so uncomfortable in memorizing English words in my previous life. Every day, except eating, drinking, defecating, and exercising, and sleeping for at most three hours. In the morning, I was a ninja tool? The theory of ninja use, the afternoon is a combat formation, sign language code technology, and at night it is a disguise, infiltrating, and comprehensive application... I looked at the thick books that were comparable to the sea of ​​divination, and my brain gradually transformed into paste. For a moment, the pages and refills flew together, and the brain and paste were the same.

A month finally passed slowly through struggle and pain. I have to say that if I could have been so "able to learn" in my previous life, I would have been admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University in advance. After walking out of the classroom marked "special tutoring class", I was full of "inner" and life was not something that humans could live. I moved my body for a while, and the bones in my body kept ringing. Although I was also active during my study, I could not compare with usual. In addition, I was exhausted after finishing a day of courses.

I basically slept after refining the chakra. Alas - my whole body is sensitive and motivated at least one level. I twisted my neck and wrists to the barbecue restaurant opposite the school. I had to reward myself. For a month, military ration balls and instant noodles were added, and Ding Ci's father had to turn into shinobi. I walked into the barbecue restaurant and smelled the aroma of the barbecue, and couldn't help but saliva. Fortunately, I had a bandage on my face, otherwise I would be embarrassed. I picked a corner and sat down, ordered two people's barbecue, waiting for the barbecue to arrive.

A good-looking waitress brought me a barbecue. I put the barbecue into the baking tray, flipped the barbecue, waiting for the barbecue to cook. Seeing that the barbecue was cooked, I couldn't wait to pick it up and deliver it to my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and prepared to taste the delicious food, but before the chopsticks were delivered, I couldn't deliver it in. I put down the chopsticks awkwardly, pulled down the bandage, and looked at the oil stains on the bandage, and couldn't help but feel annoyed. I bit my teeth hard a few bites, bit the bandage wrapped around my neck, threw it away in the corner of the wall, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating very well. After eating and drinking, I wrapped the bandage again, paid the bill and walked towards the old house in Taodi.

Walking to the door of the old house, there was a layer of dust on the marble steps. I took out the key, opened the lock, and entered the door. The open yard was a little bleak, and a few weeds grew in a mess, scattered on both sides of the road paved with stone bricks. There were many fallen leaves piled up by the corners of the walls. Perhaps it was the wind, and there were some moss green on the roof made of green tiles. Before I knew it, I hadn't been home for a month. I opened the living room door, and the hall without lights seemed a little

The darker I looked deeper, the deeper it seemed, and it was unbearable, and it was still devoured. I turned on the lights and all the furniture in the living room were covered with fine dust. Haha, the once prosperous Taodi clan has declined to this extent. I swept the room and saw the broom in the corner. I walked over, picked up the broom, and slowly swept the entire Taodi mansion. The path made of marble and stone bricks in the past had long lost its former glory today, even if it was

The broom swept over and could not remove the dust of time. The rag wiped the inscription on the altar, and looked at the names starting with peach land. The dusty letters were inexplicably sad under the shadows. Hehe, the former strong man is not even known to his juniors. Finally, he has brushed the newly engraved handwriting, hehe, is the name of Jing again? I have forgotten that the weak man will not need to be remembered, even if it is my father, I exiled my memory

, sweeping the entire courtyard bit by bit. When the last grain of dust was piled up under the tree by me, the moon had quietly climbed up the branches. I touched the ninja bag with only the amulet left, and looked at the broken moon, the wind urged the clouds to move. Perhaps, there was Yue'e, who was separated from Houyi. The ghost shadows under me kept shaking, and the hideous face seemed to have a hint of pity. Haha, is it pity? I don't need it, no, it's a ghost man who doesn't need that kind of thing...

I woke up in the morning and wanted to do the previous exercise. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any horny tools in my hand. I thought about it and walked down the horny trial field. Perhaps there were still horny tools there. With the waning moon in the morning, my figure walked towards the place where I graduated. I closed my eyes and forced myself to use my perception and sound to distinguish the direction. For some reason, under the dark night, I could vaguely "see" a gray world, and the clans of the horny trial field were getting closer...

I flipped through the iron fence of the trial field and picked up the fallen Kuma and Shuriken one by one by one. In less than ten minutes, my two ninja bags were stuffed with shurikens, and the wire hanging on both pants were also tied up Kuma. I hummed a song that I didn’t know what it was and ran back home. I cleaned the blood on the Kuma Suriken at home, sorted out a ninja bag, put three Kuma and thirty Shurikens, and of course, the brown amulet. I washed my face again, tidied up my hair, tied up my bandage, put on a coat left by the well, broke open the door, locked it, and walked slowly towards the Shuiying House.

The Water Shadow House has been filled with people, including ninjas and client. I stood in the line of ninjas, curled up in my coat, and waited slowly... When the sky began to fall snowflakes, covered with the bloody smell in the blood mist, dyeing the bloody earth white. On January 23rd, haha, the day when I really started my ninja career, it actually snowed. Looking at the crystal ice, haha, is it that God wants to use blank space to cover my past? Haha, actually, there is no need. When I come here, I am destined to be one of the seven ninja swords of the Mizunomiya - the Blood Ghost Man will not kill again...

"Peach land? No more slash..." The call of the respondent came from the door. I raised my head from my coat, stroked the snow on the coat, took a step forward, and walked towards the Shuiying Studio. I got used to the steps of hiding the sound, attached to the thin chakra, leaving a shallow mark on the snow. Unfortunately, the white world cannot withstand a trace of dirt and grey footprints, sinking into the cold, making it even more filthy. Although I was gradually covered by the snowflakes, I could not hide a trace of blood... Walking into the Shuiying Home,

A heavy lock was hung on the ninja registration office on the first floor. I looked at the muddy under my feet, shook the water droplets melted from the warmth in the house on the coat, stepped on the stairs that were dirty by my predecessors, and walked towards the Shuiying Studio on the second floor. Embracing the door of Shuiying Studio, I saw the majestic but not gentle figure again. A ninja who had just finished the task walked past me. I glanced at it and continued to walk forward. Oh, there was a gentle ninja next to Shuiying. It should be an assistant, haha, the corner of the wall was still hidden.

There are a few ninjas hidden, probably the fog ninja hunting troops. The figures are hidden very well, but the suppressed heartbeat and breathing are not enough. I took two steps quickly and stepped forward and respectfully said, "Master Shuiying." Shuiying smiled and said, "Sorry, Xiao Zaibuzhan, Qixin has a mission. Well, Fang Zuo, let's pick a mission for Zaibuzhan." One side was called Fang Zuo's assistant and said, "Well, the third generation of ninjas, if you want to give him a D-level mission first?" Shuiying smiled and said, "Don't underestimate Aibuzhan, it's better to have a level C-level." Fang Zuo's side became Fang Zuo's assistant and said, "Well, if you want to say the third generation of ninjas, you'll give him a level D-level mission first?" Shuiying smiled and said, "Don't underestimate Aibuzhan, it's better to have a level C-level."
Chapter completed!