From Admiral to Gotei Thirteen

"If the guests don't like this environment, it's quieter upstairs. We have everything here." said the pretty girl with Diarmuid on her arm.

Diarmuid is really not used to this noisy environment. Compared with it, he prefers the atmosphere of a single room, leaning on the railing, listening to tea rhymes, listening to ditties, and drinking small wines.

But just when Diarmuid nodded and was about to let the girl take him upstairs, he suddenly saw a white hair drinking heavily in the corner, and sitting beside him were two good-looking people Sister, his hands and feet are very dishonest, his face looks like a salted fish, and he smiles extremely crazy.

Diarmuid? ? ?

Why is this guy so familiar? ? ?

Rubbing his eyes a little, he looked intently again, this time passing through the smoky crowd, Diarmuid finally saw the white-haired face clearly.

Good guy, one of the three ninjas, Toad Senjin Jiraiya! ?

You Konoha's auspicious three treasures, why did you come to wander in the famous city of the Land of Earth?

The Land of Fire is at war with the Land of Earth!

"No need, I'll be right here." Diarmuid smiled, then withdrew his arm from the girl's arms, stepped forward, and walked in the direction of Jiraiya.

There happened to be an empty stall next to him, and Diarmuid sat down directly, and said to Jiraiya in the other stall, "Did you have fun!?"

I didn't take it seriously when I came here. People in this place are like this. They just talk nonsense when they meet, regardless of whether you know them or not.

He has a bold and generous personality. Diarmuid is handsome and well-dressed. He is born to give people a good first impression, so Zilai also said with a smile: "This is a good one." As for the place, it looks new to you, is it your first time here?"

Diarmuid? ? ?

How do you look like a local?

Damn, if I didn't know your details, I would have thought you were from the famous city of this land of earth.

"Well, I'm from the Land of Fire. The boss is my big brother. Go out and count with me at your table. I'll give you a [-]% discount." Diarmuid said loudly.

Zilai also heard that there is such a good thing?

It wasn't a matter of money or not, the main reason was that he wanted to get to know the boss' little brother.

"Come from the Land of Fire? Me too. I didn't expect to meet fellow villagers here. Where are you from the Land of Fire?" Zilai asked with a smile.

"Booklet Street." Diarmuid said directly.

He is a fart of the Land of Fire, so far, he has only crossed the border of the Land of Fire once, and he has never been to the Land of Fire.

However, according to his impression, he does know some place names in the Land of Fire, such as Baanzhu Street.

"Bamboo Street, many years ago, I went there with a companion, it's a very nice place, there are many gambling houses..." Zi Lai Ye smacked his lips, as if recalling something.

Presumably his companion should be Tsunade, right?

Diarmuid really didn't know much about Bamboo Street, but fortunately, Zilai didn't ask any more questions, and the two quickly chatted about some not-so-popular topics, laughing from time to time.

The girl beside him also laughed together, then helped Diarmaid refill the wine, and listened to Diarmaid and Jiraiya, the old driver, racing each other.

Jilai is also a best-selling author. Although the first book "Genxing Ninja Biography" hit the market miserably, he did not give up, and from it, he realized that art comes from life, but it is higher than life.

Then I wrote some of my insights and experiences into a book "Heavenly Clearing Heat". As soon as this book was published, it immediately set off a huge wave in the publishing industry.

Jiraiya immediately became a popular writer, and the huge publishing fee soon allowed him to achieve financial freedom. He no longer needed to continue to be a ninja in such a difficult industry, and he could do tasks everywhere to make money.

That's right, Ji Lai was also born as a commoner, and he didn't have any inheritance to inherit. Even if he is powerful, he should still look bitter, running around for tasks all day long.

After all, he is not like Orochimaru, who has an old Yinbi like Danzo who will give money to support research later.

It's not like Tsunade Hime either. Although there are countless prodigals, they have great fortunes and are wealthy in the ninja world.The legitimate heir of the Qianshou Clan is also Princess Ji recognized by the Land of Fire.

Although he owes a lot of debt, Tsunade is not short of money.

So how did Jiraiya, who was born as a commoner, had no talent for scientific research, and no one to support him with money, manage to be like Tsunade, wandering around all day, drinking and throwing money everywhere?

The reason lies in his steady stream of huge publishing fees.

It was thanks to his money that he was able to spend so many years outside.

Zilai also has money, and Diarmuid is not short of money. Although most of the funds are given to Jiaodu to operate, Diarmuid still has a lot of money. In addition, he is generous, and soon, the two These two tables are combined into one table, a lot of wine, appetizers, and the girls are all served.

The two of them led five girls, making punches, rolling dice, telling stories, bragging, and throwing money.

Originally, the two of them had very straightforward personalities, and they were generous in their actions. They came and went, and they didn't even inform each other of their names, and they already called each other brothers...

"Impossible, you are over 40? You look like you are in your early 20s, okay? You can't talk nonsense just because you want to take advantage of me!" Ji Laiya said incredulously while drinking.

The two call each other brothers, Diarmuid always calls him 'brother', and he feels it's wrong since he's over 30 this year, why don't you call me brother?

As a result, Diarmuid said that he was over 40.

"Really, I was born like this." Diarmuid said while picking up a fruit knife from the table.

Jilai hadn't reacted yet, Diarmuid cut a small cut from the back of the hand, and some blood flowed out, but the wound healed quickly, which was naturally the power of the dark fruit.Jilai also looked at this scene and said in surprise: "What's the situation?" "Do you believe it now?" Diarmuid laughed.

"Brother..." Zilai replied helplessly.

Just when the two were chatting, someone suddenly shouted: "Oiran is here!"

As soon as the words fell, the noisy place fell silent first, and then everyone's eyes turned to the stairs on the second floor.

Sure enough, a figure slowly walked down the stairs.

She was dressed very grandly, a kimono, beautifully carved, and holding a fan in her hand, covering half of her face. Surprisingly, she was very white.

The exposed arms and half of the face's skin are all that pure white color, which even looks a little sick.

Taking a closer look, those big watery eyes turned out to have white pupils too!

This kind of whiteness is different from the whiteness of the white eyes, it has a silvery white feeling, and it is still somewhat different from the surrounding whites of the eyes, and the silvery white pupils are also somewhat black in the heart.

It gives people an inexplicable sense of deserted charm.

At the same time, this kind of whiteness is more than that, her eyebrows are silvery white, and even the long coiled hair is also silvery white.

Fengchai and Bu Yao are justly embellished in that curly hair, giving people a kind of noble beauty.

The fingers holding the fan are very slender and extremely fair, but the nails on the fingertips are painted with a scarlet blood color in contrast, which looks very strange.

At this moment, the luxurious, enchanting, and silver-white deserted.

These three temperaments are actually perfectly integrated in this oiran's body.

Diarmuid has also seen many beautiful women, but at this moment, he has to admit that even if he only saw half of her face, this woman should be a top-notch beauty at 2.9.

But he has no impression of this kind of beauty. Obviously, she never appeared in the original story.

But after thinking about it, it is true, the world is so big, it is impossible for all beauties to become ninjas...

The oiran is a role rich in beauties, which makes sense.

When Diarmuid was thinking about this, he turned his head to look at Jiraiya, and saw that Jiraiya's eyes had already started to glow, and he looked old-fashioned.

"Hey, you're back to your senses!" Diarmuid bluffed at him.

Only then did Ji Laiya come back to her senses, smacking her lips and said, "Your reputation is well-deserved, the number one beauty in the land of water..."

"The most beautiful woman in the land of water?" Diarmuid asked curiously.

"Oh? You don't know yet? It is rumored that this oiran is from the land of water, and she is very famous there. She is known as the most beautiful woman in the land of water, and she is called Bai Wu Yuli." Zilai also directly introduced.

Diarmuid smacked his lips, touched his chin, and thought about it carefully, he really didn't have the slightest impression, so he shook his head and said, "I really don't know."

"I've heard for a long time that she likes talented men. I'm not bragging. I'm a best-selling author. I might be able to embrace a beautiful woman today!" Zilai also said happily.

In the past few days, he has been soaking in this flower shop, in fact, just waiting for this white mist and rain, so that he can show off.

Diarmuid took a look at Zilaiye, you who writes about little emperor uncle, don't talk about your talent? .

Chapter 506 Oiran, Jiraiya and Diarmuid.

The oiran named Bai Wu Yu Li quickly walked to the empty stage in the middle, where a guqin was placed.

Her movements were very elegant, she knelt down in front of the guqin, and then put down the fan that had been covering half of her face.

As soon as the fan fell, her true face was revealed, she was really pretty, with delicate cheeks, dotted with a touch of red lips, fair skin, without any blemishes.

Seeing this, everyone in the field cheered.

Especially Jiraiya next to Diarmuid, who was so happy that he almost didn't jump up.

"Did you see it, beauty!" Jiraiya excitedly pulled Diarmuid and said.

"Yes, yes, beauty." Diarmuid said.

After experiencing a brief amazement, Diarmuid did not lose his composure. Although he also pursued the enjoyment of beauty, he did not evolve it to the point where Jiraiya was after all.

It's just a normal instinct to pursue beauty.

"Welcome all the guests to come to Huayufang, the little girl is showing her ugly face in the white mist and rain." The oiran didn't have many words, just said a simple sentence.

Then, without looking at the crowd, he put his hands on the piano and plucked it lightly twice.

These two strokes also made everyone in the field quiet down.

Soon, Bai Wuyuli started her own performance, and an elegant and very moving piano piece played from her hands.

Diarmuid didn't have any attainments or understanding of piano music. He had tried to learn something that could cultivate his sentiments, just like Imlia did.

However, his emphasis is on calligraphy rather than quyi.

But even if he doesn't understand these things, he can still hear and feel that Bai Wuyuli obviously has deep attainments in piano art.

On the contrary, he looked carelessly from the side, as if he didn't understand anything, closed his eyes from time to time, with a slightly intoxicated expression, and then nodded, very serious, intoxicated, and understanding.

"Isn't it? You also have to pretend?" Diarmuid complained in his heart.

If you don't understand and don't lose 12 people, why do you pretend to be addicted to it and can't extricate yourself?

After a long time, when the song ended, Zilai also slowly opened his eyes, smacked his lips and said: "Good piano art, good tune, it sounds cheerful, but inside there is a sense of pain that is trapped in a quagmire and the road ahead is difficult to extricate yourself from." ..."

Diarmuid? ? ?

"What?" Diarmuid turned his head and asked, with a puzzled expression.

He didn't understand anything, but why did Zilai also answer the same thing?

Are you not a commoner?Are you not a ninja?How come you still have the identity of an artist?

Are you a red sand scorpion too?

"Didn't you hear it?" Jiraiya glanced at Diarmuid and said.

Diarmuid shook his head honestly and said: "No, I don't know much about folk arts and the like. It seems that you understand, brother? Why? Do you have any attainments in this area?"

Ji Lai also said with a stinky face: "Looking at your appearance as a nobleman, I thought you were proficient in playing chess, calligraphy and painting since you were a child, but it doesn't seem to be the case, hahaha."

He was proud at first, and then Zilai also explained: "I'm not talented, I know a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Diarmuid? ? ?

Good guy, co-author, aren't you bragging when you say you are talented?

As a ninja, you have to peep at the female soup, and the guy who writes about the little emperor, how do you have time to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?

Looking at the versatile Jiraiya, Diarmuid even had some self-doubt.

Could it be that I didn't work hard enough?

While Diarmuid and Jiraiya were chatting about this, the oiran stood up quickly, thanked the audience, then waved his fan again, and left with a smile, following the way he came, Returning the same way, it seems to be going upstairs.

Seeing this situation, Diarmuid was even more confused, and asked Zilai, "What's the situation? Play a song and you're done?"

"He is an oiran, what do you think?" Jiraiya gave Diarmud a blank look and said.

Young man, you don't come to this kind of place very often, you don't know any rules.

"So there's no need to pick up guests?" Diarmuid asked straightforwardly.

He even patted the bag on his waist, as if he had all his money ready.

"Nonsense, there is no need for any oiran to pick up guests like this!" Zilai also said directly, and after pulling Diarmuid to sit down, he continued: "Come on, let me talk to you carefully, this oiran, the general distribution There are two types. The first one is that the famous oiran since childhood can immediately attract a large number of customers to the flower shop, earn back all the previous investment, and spread his fame. In the end, When the value of the oiran is almost exhausted, he will formulate some final requirements to make money, and find a guest for the oiran..."

Hearing this, Diarmuid nodded, and then said: "That is to say, before the oiran's own value is fully utilized, he won't really 'receive guests', right?"

"Of course, otherwise, if she is the body of a broken willow, who would want to make her the oiran?" Zilai also said straightforwardly.

Diarmuid touched his chin when he heard the words. These words were really cruel, but they seemed very true. This is a matter of grade. Everyone will appreciate performing arts, but not those who sell themselves.  …

After figuring this out, Diarmuid asked again: "What about the second type?"

"The second type is those who were invited by the flower shop. This is the case in Baiwuyuli. They were not cultivated by the flower shop since they were young. Some of them even came from aristocratic families, so they have been very well received since they were young." It's just that there were problems in the family later, which caused them to live in such a state. Usually, most of them are young ladies from wealthy families." Zi Lai also said.