Naruto: Ming Dynasty people roaming the ninja world

Mo Congfeng woke up on a beach. A wave washed over his body. Mo Congfeng turned over and jumped up. Looking around, he saw only a long coastline and a big river in the distance slowly flowing into the sea. There was no one in sight. Of the two swords he carried with him, one long and one short, only the short sword was left. "Where am I?" Mo Congfeng thought as he gripped the short sword.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and he suddenly felt cold all over. Mo Congfeng silently practiced his internal energy, and suddenly felt a blockage and slight pain in his meridians. Mo Congfeng was shocked, wondering if he had internal injuries. He couldn't help but recall what happened before he fell into a coma.

It was an early morning. Mo Congfeng had seen from the stars at night that there would be wind and rain during the day. After informing Old Man Wu and telling him to make preparations early, he went straight back to his room and lay down to rest. Just as he fell asleep, he heard the sound of wind, rain and noise. Mo Congfeng did not pay much attention, thinking that it was Old Man Wu directing the crew to lower the sails to cope with the coming wind and rain.

While half asleep and half awake, he heard a quarrel and shouting, as if someone was calling Mo Congfeng's name. Just as Mo Congfeng was about to get up, the boat suddenly shook and he fell into the water. He swam hard twice, but was entangled by the thin quilt. After struggling for a while, he gradually fell into a coma and lost consciousness...

Mo Congfeng searched along the coast for half an hour, but he didn't find anyone, not even a broken piece of wood. After searching for half an hour, he felt extremely tired. Mo Congfeng tried several times, but his internal energy was gone. He didn't know how many days he had been unconscious. His physical strength gradually failed, so he had to give up the search and walked along the coastline to the river.

Mo Congfeng went up the river, but saw that the surrounding scenery was very desolate and barren, as if this place was not the Central Plains. Continuing upstream, he finally saw the smoke from cooking in the distance, and a feeling of hunger and weakness came from his stomach.

Now that his internal strength was completely lost and he seemed not to have eaten for several days, he could only walk in the direction of the smoke. After walking for a mile or so, he saw a village. In front of the village, several women were washing clothes, and six or seven children were playing around the women. Looking at their clothes, Mo Congfeng confirmed the fact that he had left his hometown and came to a land overseas.

As Mo Congfeng approached, the women in the village also discovered Mo Congfeng. Seeing the sword in his hand, they showed expressions of fear and hid in the village. Then there was a commotion in the village.

When Mo Congfeng arrived at the entrance of the village, the chaos in the village quickly subsided. Soon, an old man came to the entrance of the village with two young men and asked Mo Congfeng in a flattering manner: "Respected Ninja, what brings you to our village? How can I help you?"

"Japanese, have I arrived in Japan?" Mo Congfeng thought to himself, then he smiled slightly, made a kind expression, and replied in Japanese: "Old man, I am not a ninja, I am a traveler who travels around the world and collects folk customs. Unfortunately, I had a shipwreck and I need some water and food." As he said that, he subconsciously reached into his arms, only to take out a piece of silver, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

“Come in, come in!” The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Mo Congfeng was not a ninja. He took the silver coin and squeezed it, then led Mo Congfeng into the village. “You were so scared. We saw you holding a short sword and thought you were a ninja. You don’t know the situation here. Ninjas are fighting each other. It’s too dangerous, too dangerous!”

"Oh, a war between ninjas, was it the ninjas from Iga or Koga? What were they fighting for? Are there any famous people?" Mo Congfeng asked puzzledly.

The old man stopped and looked thoughtful. "What are Iga and Koga? I've never heard of them. I've never heard of them! I only heard that it was a war between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind."

The Kingdom of Fire? The Kingdom of Wind? Mo Congfeng was even more confused. He tried hard to recall the names of the sixty-six countries he had memorized. It seemed that he had never remembered the Kingdom of Fire and the Kingdom of Wind. Could it be that in the past fifty years, Japan has changed so much? "Iga and Koga are two small countries in our area. They may be far away from here. It's normal that you have never heard of them. May I ask where this place is?"

"I see, I see. This is the country of rivers, and it's also a small country." The old man showed a look of realization. "I guess you must have come from far away. You may not have heard of this country. When I was young, I also thought about traveling around. It was about forty or fifty years ago. But at that time, there were no five great countries. There were wars everywhere. There was no peace at all. Traveling was a very dangerous thing, so I gave up the idea of ​​traveling."

The Kingdom of Rivers? The Five Great Kingdoms? Mo Congfeng said nothing more and followed the old man into the village. He was arranged to rest in a wooden house. Several children gathered at the door of the wooden house to watch. Mo Congfeng ignored them and did not have the energy to pay attention. Soon the children were dispersed by the old man.

Mo Congfeng silently guessed what happened. Forty or fifty years ago, around the Jiajing period, the Japanese pirates were at their most rampant. The sixty-six countries experienced a long period of war and gradually unified into five major countries. After the unification, they began to send troops to Korea a few years ago...

It was not until the evening that the old man arranged a simple meal, including kelp soup, rice balls and two side dishes. Mo Congfeng was very happy with the meal, but he silently lamented the poverty of this place and the lack of resources. No wonder Japan wanted to attack Korea and even had ambitions to take over the Central Plains.

Mo Congfeng sympathized with the people here, but could not understand them. Although there were simple and sincere people here, he had witnessed their cruelty with his own eyes on the Korean battlefield. They raped, looted, massacred civilians, and committed all kinds of evil.

"What a contradictory country!" Mo Congfeng thought.

During the after-dinner chat, Mo Congfeng reported the pseudonym he had made up beforehand. Congfeng Mo did not chat, but the old man made two teasing remarks, "Mo: Baku, it sounds like a girl's name. Mo's parents cherish you very much!"

Mo Congfeng simply boasted about the renamed local customs of the Central Plains, which attracted the old man's infinite admiration. He exclaimed from time to time, which made Mo Congfeng feel a little guilty. He had never discovered that he had a talent for storytelling before...

During his casual chat with the old man, Mo Congfeng also obtained a lot of useful information through indirect questions. He learned the old man's identity as the village chief, the names of the five major countries, the names of the five ninja villages serving the five major countries, and that their leader was called Shadow.

He also heard about the legendary ninja Senju Hashirama, the god of ninjas who ended the Warring States Period. It was he who ended the war more than 30 years ago and brought precious peace to the world. Whenever the name of Senju Hashirama was mentioned, the old village chief would always show a look of reverence on his face.

Speaking of excitement, the old village chief even used charcoal to draw the positions of the five major countries on the wooden floor. However, it was obvious that the old village chief had never learned to paint, and his drawing was very shabby, making it difficult to provide Mo Congfeng with any reference.

After finally seeing off the old village chief, Mo Congfeng looked up at the bright starry sky, first found the Big Dipper, and began stargazing. After some calculations, he confirmed the latitude. The latitude here is almost the same as that of Busan, and the difference in latitude is never more than five degrees. However, big trouble arose when calculating the longitude. Compared with the last time he calculated it with Yun Qingzi and Mr. Qingzhu at sea, there was a difference of as much as thirty or forty degrees.

Mo Congfeng was confused. Perhaps it was because he was not skilled enough, or perhaps it was the longitude error that Yun Qingzi and Mr. Qingzhu had mentioned, or perhaps this was not Japan, but a big island to the west of Japan!

Impossible, absolutely impossible. Although I don't know how long it took me to wake up from the coma, a person without food can only last five or six days at most. Judging from my physical condition, I was in a coma for more than three days at most, and the speed of the waves is limited...

The most likely possibility is that I have studied astrology for too short a time and am unable to calculate the correct longitude independently, so I can only calculate the latitude.

It would be great if Yun Qingzi and Mr. Qingzhu were here. Thinking of this, Mo Congfeng couldn't help but miss them. He didn't know how many people survived the shipwreck, nor where they went. But when he thought of what Mr. Qingzhu said, that people who live to the end of their lives will definitely not die in external disasters, and that even if this journey encounters difficulties, there will be no worries, his confidence was rekindled.

Unfortunately, there is no map of this village. The old man should be considered the most knowledgeable person in the village, but he still can't recognize many words. It can be seen that the level of civilization in this place is not very high, and the dissemination of knowledge is still very conservative and closed.

After thinking for a long time, Mo Congfeng had no choice but to fall asleep. Perhaps his body was too tired. It was not until noon that Mo Congfeng woke up from his sweet dream. After waking up, he ate the salted fish porridge prepared by the village chief.

After eating this little food, Mo Congfeng decided to leave the village and continue exploring along the river. Although this village made Mo Congfeng feel very comfortable, he knew that he had a mission to accomplish and could not indulge in a comfortable life. Moreover, he had no money left and had given the last valuable silver coin to the village chief. Life in the village was also difficult and he could not add too much trouble to them.

After Mo Congfeng expressed his idea, the village chief strongly recommended that Mo Congfeng go to the Fire Kingdom, which has the richest land among the five major countries and is the dream of many people.

After saying goodbye to the village chief's family, Mo Congfeng walked upstream along the river under the watchful eyes of the children. After walking for more than an hour, he finally climbed a high mountain.

Climbing high and looking far can make people feel open-minded. Mo Congfeng felt a little tired after walking for so long, so he got some mountain spring water to quench his thirst. Mo Congfeng began to meditate and rest, and used his internal energy. Perhaps it was because he had eaten two full meals, the tingling sensation from yesterday disappeared. Although there was still some blockage, his internal energy was back. Kung Fu and internal energy are the foundation of a man in the martial arts world, and their future life will be guaranteed. Mo Congfeng's heart instantly became comfortable, and he swept away the bad mood he had since waking up yesterday. He was full of confidence in the future and the mission.

Mo Congfeng controlled his temper and silently practiced the Baoyuan Jue, performing two rounds of the small and large Zhoutian exercises. When the meditation was over, his internal strength gradually recovered, and his true qi recovered a little. It seemed that the sun was about to pass noon, and he felt hungry. Mo Congfeng broke off a branch, jumped into the river, and soon caught two big fish. It took him a while to light a fire and roast them.

There was no one around, and Mo Congfeng showed some childish nature, thinking of the happy times he had in Hengshan when he was young. He ate a big fish in just three or two bites with his hands without worrying about getting burned.

He held the remaining one in his hand and ate it while walking around the mountain, looking around, looking for the small village he came from. He saw smoke rising up above the village and thought that they were also cooking. He was about to turn around and look elsewhere when he suddenly had a thought. Something was wrong. It was already past noon. How could they light a fire to cook at this time? Was this the custom here? He took a closer look and was shocked. This was not cooking smoke, but clearly a big fire!

Mo Congfeng hurriedly picked up the dagger and ran back the way he came!