Red Dust

"Daimaru, you fell asleep, didn't you have nightmares or something?"

"No impression at all!"

Daimaru flatly denied,

"For a ninja with superior mental strength like me, dreaming is not an easy thing..."

Thoughts are powerful, and dreams herald some mental instability.

Daimaru, who has basically eliminated hidden dangers, rarely has any activities such as dreaming.

Today's Daimaru doesn't feel that he has any emotions that are strong enough to affect the spirit and cause a dream at night.

"What happened to Qian? A nightmare without warning..."

"It should be interference from outside forces..."

Daimaru guessed.

After all, it was sent by Yakumo Kurama, who was good at illusion, and it was normal to contain some abnormal mental fluctuations.

"Daimaru, I think you may be mistaken."

Qian was silent for a while and then said,

"According to what you said, these two paintings were gifts for you after you helped Yakumo Kurama 'a little favor'. There are two kinds of temporary gifts, one is what you have in your hand. The second is what the other party needs! Which do you think these two paintings belong to?”

After thinking about it, Daimaru replied:

"I think it's the first one, the pommel horse Yakumo at that time, it's not like carrying a gift worth giving..."

Qian retorted with some disagreement:

"The first time the two of you met, Kurama Yakumo was a troubled girl who was imprisoned, and you were the enemy who was being hunted down. You have nothing to say about it; the second time you met in Konoha Village, the Shinobi who regained freedom. The family daughter specially went to you for help, did you prepare a gift? The eldest daughter who is not familiar with the world may not understand it, and her uncle Saddlema Yunhai will not understand it, right?"

"You mean..."

Daimaru thoughtfully recalled the scene of the first meeting.

"Take a step back, even if you don't have any gifts you can give, is it not good to give money directly? The ninjas of the Kurama family are not very strong, and they don't seem to be short of money. They are all smart people who understand the way of life. Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, If you had this painting and a lot of money in front of you at that time, which would you choose?"

In order to strengthen the persuasion, Chien patiently explained to Daimaru.

"money!"

There is no hesitation in this one. Daimaru is not a pretentious young boy, and he has no deep friendship with Kurama Yakumo. There is no need to wiggle, a portrait that does not know what it is, how can there be a lot of money to attract people? ?

"so……"

Qian concluded,

"It should be the second kind. At that time, Yakumo Kurama felt that these two paintings were the things you needed the most, so they gave them to you..."

"You said so..."

Daimaru smiled bitterly,

"I'm even more confused! Can an isolated eldest lady see what I need urgently? I may not be able to figure it out myself..."

Daimaru and Kurama Yakumo met in completely different situations. How could they know the reason for sending the same gift?

"This direction is good. The biggest problem now is how to understand the elusive hint of 'discovering the beauty in it'..."

The two portraits that I have seen countless times are placed in front of Daimaru,

"What do you think of these two paintings?"

"The level is very high, far better than me..."

"The level of painting skills is not important. I remember you said that when you are a stand-in puppet, you should also use a paintbrush to paint your own appearance in front of the mirror, just like rubbing your own soul on the puppet. Kurama Hachi. Do you know what Yun thought when he painted for you?"

"How can you guess this? I'm not good at this..."

Daimaru waved his hands and laughed.

"You don't need to guess, this is what your soul looks like in Yakumo Kurama's eyes. If she is really like what you said, she has the first-class illusion type in the ninja world, and your mental state is impossible to hide from her. of……"

"It's possible..."

Daimaru thought for a moment, then said,

"I need a pair of 'eyes' to discover beauty, what should I do?"

While talking about Daimaru, he stretched out a star puppet thread to entangle one of the paintings, and then put a little spiritual seed into it, trying to find some mysteries from it.

In an instant, a thick darkness enveloped him, and the heavy pressure made it difficult for Daimaru to move.

No sound, nothing to see, pain all over, difficulty distinguishing up and down, left and right, life and death.

"This is where!what just happened? 』

Daimaru, who was disturbed by the sudden shock, tried to move his body helplessly...

0290 The Beauty of Art

Familiar despair, futile struggle, struggling to move fingers, just for that illusory hope.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly came from above.

"There is actually a living person underground..."

A young and frivolous voice came,

"It's such an unlucky guy to be killed in such a ghost place, maybe it's your compatriot, Big Brother Scorpio..."

"Deidara..."

A hoarse and impatient voice responded,

"I'm no longer Sand Ninja, there are no compatriots in this world! If you make another mistake, I'll cut off your ears, it's useless anyway..."

"I really have no sympathy!"

Deidara showed such an expression all the way,

"If you don't care, then forget it. I'm also going to prove to Big Brother Scorpion that explosion is art and the ultimate beauty..."

"Art is eternal beauty, Deidara, it doesn't need proof..."

The red sand scorpion who was talking suddenly frowned, and Fei Liuhu's tail plunged into the sea of ​​quicksand, pulling a dying person up.

"Didn't you say you don't care?"

Deidara looked at the behavior of the red sand scorpion strangely,

"Sure enough, it's Sand Ren, Big Brother Scorpion, do you want to save him?"

"To shut up……"

The red sand scorpion, who was observing something, had no time to pay attention to his companions, and scolded impatiently.

"Wow, that's rude..."

Although not afraid, Deidara, who still didn't want to make the Red Sand Scorpion angry, closed her mouth knowingly.

"What a strong mental strength... It's a pity!"

Talents born with such a strong spirit that the body can't bear it and have to seal themselves to protect themselves, whether it's practicing illusion or a puppet master, it's a good choice.

If it weren't for the dying, the spiritual power of extreme self-rescue overflowed, so that he would not fall into a coma, and bought a little time, he might have died long ago.It was this huge mental fluctuation that attracted the attention of the red sand scorpion.

Judging from his appearance, he was about the same age as Deidara, but his strength was only stubborn, and he was about to die in such a place inexplicably.

"Life is so fragile!"

The genius puppet master who lost interest threw people into quicksand at will, submerging half of his body in a few seconds.

"Obviously rescued him, why did he throw it in again? Big Brother Scorpion is really bad-hearted, giving people hope, and killing him with his own hands..."

Originally, they were just passing by, and the two people who were collecting information by the way were just dying passers-by. With Deidara and Chisha Scorpion's strength at the top of the ninja world, whether it was saving people or killing people, it was only a matter of thought.

However, his life like an ant still did not give up. He struggled constantly, trying to get out of the sinking cage. He was already half unconscious, but he didn't realize that the more he struggled, the faster he sank. In the blink of an eye, the quicksand Missing the chest.

"A strong desire to survive..."

The frivolous boy turned his head and looked strangely at the unlucky bastard who was about to be engulfed again,

"Seeing how embarrassed he looks, I kindly help him and let him experience the art of explosion before he dies..."

The boy who spoke, put his hand into the ninja bag, and gestured to shoot.

"Are you trying to contradict me? Deidara, I don't really mind letting you see the beauty of eternity..."

"Forget it, I have no interest in being a cold puppet."

Deidara crossed his hands in a refusal,

"However, Big Brother Scorpion, we have been arguing for many times, and it has never come to fruition. Would you like to hear what the poor bastard over there has to say, maybe he can agree with my philosophy?"

"How can a mediocre person understand art and beauty?"

"Don't say that..."

Deidara walked over with a smile, and his hands pulled the dying man out again, and laid him on the ground between him and the Red Sand Scorpion.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

Lifting his foot and kicking the boy who didn't move, Deidara bent over and looked at the survivor whose eyelids were slowly opening.

"I have a question for you. If the answer is satisfactory to me, I will give you a happy death and let you die without pain. What do you think of this deal?"

The boy wriggling at the corner of his mouth seemed to want to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

"What are you talking about? Be louder..."

Some impatient Deidara said dissatisfiedly.

"He's saying: I don't want to die yet, help me!"

The Red Sand Scorpion walked up slowly, looking down at the dark-faced boy,

"When you have time, learn lip language, don't expose your shallowness, Deidara..."

"What's the use of learning that kind of thing?"

Deidara snorted coldly,