Chapter 38： Mask of death

Three years later.

"Teacher, do you see my monkey mask cute?"

Masahiko looked at the monkey mask on the face with a slap in the face.

It may be that the family has been too stable in recent years, and there are more and more children in the family. I don’t know how, the mask is liked by more and more children. Today, the first mask festival was held in the family.

"Teacher..." Seeing Zheng Yan’s distraction, he shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Oh, look good, look good...the two of them?" Zheng Yan returned and asked about the whereabouts of the other two students.

"Jingjing is still practicing, and he is not willing to come." Yizi snorted, "Naizi’s sister is also choosing a mask..."

Masahiko nodded and said that he understood.

In the past three years, Jing Hao has been the most satisfying student. It may be that the self-restricted cultivation method is really useful, or it may be that his physical skill is really high. Only the 11-year-old Jing Hao has reached the level of tolerance in his physical skills. Sometimes he is practicing with him, not Seriously, it is possible to make a bit ugly.

It’s sometimes true that I want to practice with self-limiting, but I finally give up. Because he feels that Jingjing is developing in the direction of Kai and Xiao Li...

As for Yizi, the 9-year-old she feels no different from three years ago, or she looks like she is not long. Occasionally sprinkle a little, Zheng Yan feels that he has a daughter. Ninjutsu's learning talent is terrible, and not only the speed of the knot has caught up with Zheng Yan, but the wind and fire that have been taught to her under B level have all been learned. Zheng Yan plans to teach her the spiral pill series after a while. As long as she grows up, the amount of Chakra is much larger, she will become a real ninja fort.

The last student...

"Teacher, I am coming, see if my mask is handsome and handsome!" Zheng Yan just thought of it, Nina's shouts came over.

Masahiko looked helplessly, and Nanako had revealed his nature after being thoroughly mixed with Zhengyan in the past few years. Usually a polite and courteous, Xiaojiabiyu's sage, occasionally reveals a big side of the character, or a pungent side. Masahiko suspects that she has a personality like Sakura.

Look at the mask she chose to know which girl would choose a mask of death.

Wait... the mask of death?

When Yan Yan’s face changed, he carefully looked at the mask of Nanako and said: “Ninako, the mask is good, show me.”

"Teacher, you haven't seen my mask..." The side of the room was dissatisfied.

Masahiko did not pay attention to it, took over the mask that Nanako handed over, and after a careful look, he let out a slight sigh of relief.

“Is it just similar in shape?” Zheng Yan muttered, and did not find any death in the mask. "But why is it Nina?"

Masahiko is still somewhat concerned, because Nanako's learning of seals has progressed rapidly in the past three years. If one day in the future she can develop a corpse, she will not be surprised.

"After a little attention..." Masahiko's mask was given to Nanako, turning to look at the mouth of the mouth that can hang the oil bottle.

"Yizi, the monkey mask brought it to me."

After taking over the monkey mask handed over by Yizi, Zheng Yan took a closer look and took him to his face.

"Teacher, you are like a monkey!"

Masahiko was black and handed the mask back.

"I, probably a monkey sent a slap..."

Regardless of whether the two students could not understand the stalk, Masahiko continued to speak. "Go, go and visit the mask festival together."

With two students came to the bazaar market, and many of the goods on weekdays were replaced with masks.

Animal masks, character masks, and masks of death...

Masahiko has no interest in animal masks, which are suitable for children to wear. Character mask...

"Hell, how come there is a mask designed with me as a prototype? Or a funny style."

Masahiko widened his eyes and looked at the stall owner, his face black.

"Isn't this the original two elders of our whirlpool? Isn't it time to go home to support the elderly? How do you sell the mask?" The stall owner is not someone else. It is the vortex Zhenghong, the original two elders of this vortex.

"Zheng Yan," Swirl Zheng Hong smiled and glanced at Zheng Yan. "In the past few years, I have done a few masks. My grandson doesn't like it very much. I can only sell it."

"How old is your grandson? You don't like masks, kids like it..." Zheng Yan wondered.

"My grandson is 11 years old... but I only know how to practice all day." The whirlpool was suddenly stunned and smiled.

Zheng Yan’s face is black. “Your grandson, it’s not Jingjing.” Seeing the vortex Zhenghong nodded. “You dare to let me teach your grandson. We used to have some grudges...”

"It has been nearly 50 years. I haven't cared about the past grievances. I believe you are also. After the battle, I believe that you are the best person to be a teacher."

"I have already let go of the past grievances," said Zheng Yan. "But we have new grievances and you have violated my portrait rights."

"What power?"

"Portrait right!" Masahiko pointed to the mask no longer said, turned around and wanted to leave with two students.

"Teacher, wait a minute!" Nanako interrupted.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Yan looked helplessly and looked at Nanako wearing a "Zheng Yan mask."

"Oh, the legal consciousness of these people is too weak. After the establishment of the wooden leaves between the columns, we must remind him to strengthen the construction of the villagers' legal consciousness!" Zheng Yan shook his head and recited what he could not understand.

"Teacher, the place where I bought the mask!" Nanako’s words interrupted the thoughts of Masahiko, and Masahiko looked up and looked at the various masks of death.

Before going to the booth, the stall owner greeted with enthusiasm. "Welcome to Masahiko to visit! Is there any need?" After seeing Nanako behind Masahiko, he stunned. "Does this little girl want other styles of death mask? Your eyes are so good, the only kind of mask that is not heavy is bought by you..."

Nanako heard the praise, and excitedly wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Masahiko.

"The only thing? Don't repeat it? Why is this mask only made one?" Zheng Yan opened his mouth in confusion.

"Oh, actually, the mask is not what I did." The stall owner slammed openly. "The other masks were made by me. Only one of them was turned out of my house. This mask looks new. I just took it out and sold it. I can't say it might be passed down by my ancestors, so I can lose money..."

"Speaking of my ancestors, I used to be a big man in the country of fire..."

"Okay, I know." Masahiko interrupted the stall owner's enthusiasm and said, "Yiziko, Nanako, let's go back."

"I'm not sure, this mask is really a big man left behind..."