Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

During her lifetime, Mao Changji was the illegitimate daughter of the abbot of a temple. She was secretly taken to the mountains at a very young age, and her only impression of her mother was her faint singing voice.

Baye's words seemed to bring her back to her distant childhood, and she couldn't help but hum the tune that lingered in her childhood memories.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower. The branches are full of fragrance and beauty. It's fragrant and white people praise it."

Isn't this jasmine? How come Mao Changji can sing this?

Baye wanted to ask questions, but he couldn't bear to interrupt the quiet and beautiful singing. He simply sat on the ground washed by the moonlight and decided to put all other things until he finished listening.

The bright female ghost sang softly under the moonlight, and the soothing rhythm gradually tightened the heart of Ba Ye's homesickness. The white moonlight was more like spreading a handful of salt on his wounds.

After the song ended, Mao Changji sat quietly for a long time before he got over his sadness. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ba Ye looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"Sir, why are you crying?"

Nonsense, don’t you know that when fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, they burst into tears?

Holding his head high to prevent tears from falling, Ba Ye suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Mao Changji, why do you sing this song?"

"This song was taught to me by my mother when I was a child."

The night wind blew his long hair, and Mao Changji smiled faintly, as if all his sadness had been blown away.

"My mother drifted here from a big country in the west. It was only after she was rescued that I became what I used to be."

great country in the west

Ba Ye was so excited that he rushed forward and grabbed Mao Changji's wrist, shouting impatiently: "Where is that big country in the west? How can we get there?"

Although she could break free easily, Mao Changqi still meekly allowed Ba Ye to hold her wrist. She pondered for a while, and then spoke amid Baye's anxious urging.

"I don't know exactly where it is, but many of the demons come from there, such as Tamamo no Mae, Phoenix Fire, and Hanba, etc."

Mao Changji counted them one by one, and Baye felt a little desperate when he heard them.

"But these are famous big monsters. If you don't practice hard, you will never be able to sign a contract with them."

Mao Changji spoke categorically, without leaving any room for Baye. But Baye also knew how much he weighed, so he just didn't refute it.

Looking up at the moon, he suddenly lost interest: "It's good to practice. Let's start practicing well tomorrow."

"Hey, sir, shouldn't you hurry up from now on?"

"It's not a bad night. The night is so beautiful tonight, it would be a shame not to take a stroll."

They say that the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, but Ba Ye really can't see why the moon tonight is not round enough. There were a lot less clouds today, and the moonlight covered the street lamps.

The disaster has passed and life must go on.

After the three-day wake, the lights on Konoha's central street returned. After all, because of the Yondaime's deadly battle, the Kyuubi was only wreaking havoc outside the village. The place was still intact, but there were still no customers.

After dinner, Ba Ye and Mao Chang prostitute walked through the crowded shops, and finally walked into a small but cozy jewelry store.

The owner of the jewelry store is a middle-aged woman in her thirties who has not yet taken off her black mourning clothes. When they saw Ba Ye, they all had smiles on their faces, and they hurriedly walked out of the counter to greet him.

"Welcome, what do you want?"

"Just look, just look."

This small shop mainly sells handicrafts, small objects that look very delicate. Without taking two steps, Baye picked up a white paper fan with black ribs.

The blue-black wooden fan bones have a cold feeling to the touch. There is only one curved ink line on the white paper fan, which looks a bit strange.

"Boss lady, what's wrong with this fan? Isn't it ready?"

The landlady looked at the fan, with a little nostalgia and a little pain in her eyes, and after a while she said: "This is the last piece of work my husband made during his lifetime.