The Comprehensive Journey of Seeing the Eyes of the Ancients

"The Comprehensive Journey of Seeing the Ancient Eyes" Author: Lao Lao Xu

Seeing the eyes of the ancients, what do you mean?

The name Jianjigu should mean "you can fool your predecessors once you see them".

That is to say, after being seen once by Jianji Ancient Eyes, the things learned can easily fool the original owner.

The eye of genius "Jianjigu" is also known as the skill of "viewing martial arts".

No matter what it is, whether it is written words, the use of weapons, various strange martial arts, or even physiques, such as the genetic abilities of other races, almost everything in the world, as long as you see it with your own eyes, you will be completely Be mindful and use it proficiently.

It's a monster-like technology.

0001 First entry into the Naruto world

In a green mountain forest, on the grass in the middle of the clearing, a little boy with a slender physique and worn-out clothes was lying there. I saw that his eyes were closed, and he didn't know if he had passed out or was just sleeping.

"Ho."

At this moment, a heavy breathing sound came from the side, only to hear a 'crashing, clucking' sound, and a wild wolf with gray-blue fur walked slowly out of the woods.

I saw that the wild wolf first looked up and glanced forward, and then walked around from left to right vigilantly. Seeing that there was no danger, the boy never opened his eyes, and his expression gradually relaxed, but not too much. It was too careless, but lightly stepped forward and approached slowly.

"not good."

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly sounded above the woods, and a person suddenly appeared in front of the wild wolf. Before it could react, it was already stabbed by a kunai, and it was killed in an instant.

"How did such a young child come here? Is it from a nearby village? But there is no village in a radius of ten miles?"

Just listening to the man muttering to himself with some doubts, he stepped forward, first raised his hand to test the little boy's breathing, then rolled his eyelids, and finally came to the conclusion, "I fainted from hunger. Is it? It seems that I can only bring him back to the Temple of Fire."

. . . . . .

"Uh."

With a painful groan, Yang Lei slowly opened his eyes, cursing a little unhappily: "What's going on? Is this being crushed by a ghost or what? Why is my whole body hurting?  …, in other words, what is he? Where?"

Finally seeing the scene in front of him, Yang Lei was stunned, and found that he had gone to a strange environment when he woke up, and some did not understand what happened.

"Kidnapping? Heh, I'm an orphan without a parent and can only rent in the cheapest basement. The money in the passbook has never exceeded [-]. Why would anyone tie me up?"

Laughing at himself in his heart, Yang Lei turned his head to look around, and finally found that the room he was in should be dressed in Japanese style.

"Ugh?"

Withdrawing his eyes, Yang Lei subconsciously lowered his head and looked at him, but he was stunned again. How could a young man in his twenties suddenly become a child of four or five years old?

"Crossing? Just taking a nap and crossing over? Can you be a little creative?"

Thinking in his heart, Yang Lei slammed back down, but he forgot one point. This is a Japanese-style dress. At this time, the person who fell down was naturally a tatami mat, and his head didn't fall on the pillow but on the wooden board , and instantly fell asleep again.

"what sound?"

The door opened, and a big man broke in. It was the one who saved Yang Lei's life and brought him here.

"Asma, what's wrong?"

Behind, a monk came in, first looking at the little boy sleeping on the tatami, then at his friend, and asked in puzzlement: "What's wrong with you? Could it be because of the letter from the third generation of adults that disturbed it? Mood? Seeing that you're insatiable."

"No, I seemed to hear something in the room just now," Asma defended.

At this time, Yang Lei was only four or five years old. In addition, he passed out of hunger when he was met by Asma before. In other words, his physical fitness was so weak that it would be impossible to run away if the wind was blowing. for too.

Therefore, although he slammed his head on the tatami just now, he didn't make much noise, and it was normal that he couldn't hear it outside the door.

"Okay, I don't know how much suffering this child has suffered, his body is starving, and I don't know if there will be any hidden dangers. Let him rest well first."

The monk didn't say anything more on the previous topic, looked at Yang Lei with a hint of pity in his eyes, sighed and pulled Asma out.

. . . . . .

One day, it had been a day since Yang Lei knocked himself unconscious on the tatami. In the middle of the night, with a colic in his stomach, he finally woke up again.

"I'm so hungry," murmured in his mouth, Yang Lei found that his limbs were weak, and he couldn't even sit up. He was really hungry.

"Squeak."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Asma walked in again. At a glance, he saw those dim little eyes in the dark room, and couldn't help cheering: "You finally woke up!"

"Japanese? Fortunately, I have worked hard to teach myself for my two-dimensional world. Speaking of which, this person seems to be a little familiar."

Thinking to himself, Yang Lei used the last bit of strength in his body to press his stomach, which was suffering from severe colic, and murmured weakly, "Rice, I'm hungry."

Although Yang Lei once taught Japanese by himself, he also said that it was self-taught, and there was no problem in listening, but what he could say, he could only jump out word by word.

"Okay, don't worry, come right away."

Hearing Yang Lei's words, Asma hurriedly turned around and ran out. After a while, she came back with a pot of porridge. She no longer needed a bowl. He started to feed him porridge with a small spoon.

Don't look at this as just a pot of porridge, but in Yang Lei's mouth at this time, it is like the most delicious food in the world. In addition, Asma's porridge feeding is very gentle, which made his heart feel a little touched, because the orphan's The heart that was born and had been cooled for a long time gradually softened.

"how old are you?"

While continuing to feed the porridge, Asma spoke to him.

"I don't know," Yang Lei shook his head and said, and his voice finally came out.

This is the truth. Now Yang Lei really doesn't know how old his body is.

"Don't you know?" Asma frowned, thinking about an idea that came to his mind, either he was severely injured and lost his memory, such as physical blows to the head, or psychological, I have seen pictures that I am unwilling to accept at a young age.

Finally, there is another thought, that is, it is very likely that he is a wild child who has been abandoned by his parents since he was a child, so he does not know his age.

But no matter which one it is, for a child who seems to be only four or five years old, it is unbearable pain, right?