People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 27 Set sail
On the familiar bench, Lu Sheng showed a sly smile, shaking his head and rejecting all the suggestions put forward by Toikama.

"You don't need the Chakra Refining Technique or the Chakra Control Technique, so what do you want?" Tomona looked at him with a headache, and the boy who clearly asked for "consulting fee" had the premonition in his heart right.

The Uchiha clan has all these things, and Lu Sheng will not be fooled by the shallowness of the leaf.

Forced and helpless, he decided to use his unique skill to seduce him: "Do you want to learn the water escape technique?"

Lu Sheng immediately shook his head, and said in a troubled tone, "If I dare to imitate your Water Dungeon, Elder Setsuna will definitely not let me go."

Hearing this, Feijian took off his coat and hung it on the chair. His capable body propped up the tight black ninja suit, and Kong Wu tapped the table with his strong fingers, driving away a figure of a man wearing a mask in his mind.

Turning around inadvertently, he found the smile hidden in the boy's eyes, and only then did he realize that he already had what he wanted and deliberately let himself guess for a long time.

Sitting upright in Feijian, he nodded slightly, his eyes full of anticipation, to see what new tricks he could come up with: "Tell me, what do you like about me?"

"Is the sample still available?"

Lu Sheng's question made Tobima understand what he wanted, and hurriedly took out the tea kettle from the drawer and put it on the table.

"It turned out to be this." He was playing with the teapot, feeling the special texture of the metal in his hand, with gossip in his eyes, and lowered his voice: "Do you want to make knives or reforge knives for your little girlfriend."

The corner of Lu Sheng's mouth froze suddenly, and he also lowered his voice, preparing to fight against the army: "Isn't there no material left by Feijian teacher for himself during the process of forging the sealed ninja tool?"

With a smile on his face, Fei Jian was slightly taken aback. He knew that he had guessed right, and continued softly: "Teacher, please wait a moment. I'll go find Zhili."

The boy's back gradually disappeared from the field of vision, the red eyes that were blooming with inexplicable light slowly closed, the body relaxed between the doors and he leaned back comfortably, the silver hair covered the jacket and made a rustling sound.

In the quiet classroom, Zhili sat lazily on his seat, with purple hair casually scattered on his shoulders, and concentrated on reviewing the class notes.

Lu Sheng whispered in her ear yesterday, entrusting him to bring the Ninja Knife, saying that there was a chance to pluck the wool.

When I turned the page, I raised my eyes and saw the flickering eyes, only to realize that the boy sitting next to me said in a cold and apologetic voice: "I'm a little fascinated, it's really great that Teacher Toikama taught you how to fight shuriken. "

"I made you wait too long." Lu Sheng shook his head, looked at her drawer, "Come with me."

Zhili slung the long cylinder containing the short knife over his shoulder, the white shoulder strap could not suppress the crystal purple hair shaking with the trot, and the handle of the knife inside the shaking cylinder collided with a slight buzzing sound.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, he adjusted his sitting posture and straightened his back, tidying up the messy desktop.

Sure enough, it was Zhili.

He took the two short knives she took out from the cylinder, put one of them on the table, and took the other out of the scabbard to examine it carefully.

The hilt of the knife slowly twitched in the hand, the snow-white blade and the scabbard slowly rubbed against each other to make a crisp sound, and the sharp blade shone coldly in the room.

Good knife.

There is a secret passage between the doors.

The red pupils were filled with satisfaction. These two knives were exactly what he had seen at the Uchiha Clan Competition. His pupils shook slightly as he carefully recalled the scene at that time.

It is difficult to judge from the appearance of the two knives who used them that day.

Fortunately, he clearly remembered the direction and pattern of the rope wrapped around the handle, and the snow-white blade in his hand clearly reflected the gradually setting sun behind him.

This one is used by Zhili, and the one on the table is used by Lu Sheng.

I was a little obsessed with the leaves, and found that their workmanship was surprisingly similar, and it was very likely that they were made by the same person.

Lu Sheng looked at Fei Jian with such a rare expression in surprise, but in his eyes he would not distinguish between a good knife and a bad knife, as long as it can cut smoothly, it is a good knife.

After glancing at Zhili calmly, he found that her eyes were also full of love for knives.

No.

Lu Sheng decided to break the weird atmosphere of being gradually falling into the knife-loving club, and said, "What I want is to ask Tomona-sensei to let the ninja craftsmen reforge these two knives."

The abrupt voice restored the clarity of the eyes in Fei Jian, slowly inserting the dagger into the scabbard and placing it neatly on the table, thinking: "Should it be returned to the furnace and recast? There is no problem, Zhili's opinion."

Zhili, who carried the empty long tube on his back, said firmly and softly in his voice: "Please help me a lot, Teacher."

"Everything is covered by the teacher, are there any other requirements?"

"Could it be that the teacher will give me a part of the money from selling tailed beasts in the future, and make me the richest man in Konoha?"

The lion opened his mouth to joke, and the serious Fujian squinted the corners of his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, and beckoned him to come forward with a smile.

The same trick can only be used against Uchiha once, and Lu Sheng will not continue to be fooled. He hurriedly dragged the girl who didn't know what horrible things would happen next, and ran away from the office.

The dusk in the evening is always fascinating, the colorful rays of light in the sky, and the clouds with no fixed shape are full of infinite possibilities like ninjas.

Accompanying Hashirama to review documents in Hokage's office these days gave Madara a general understanding of various affairs in the new village.

The level of danger in the battle between Shu Shan Wen Hai is no less than that of a battlefield where swords and knives see blood.

The former is far less effective than the latter, but the latter is related to the vital interests of many people and ninjas and the development of the village, and the big policy will not be effective until it is implemented.

The daily conflicts between ninjas, and the conflicts between ordinary ninjas and ninjas from ninjas when entrusted, let them handle it more and more easily.

Wearing a long robe, Hashirama looked more and more like Hokage, and gradually drifted away from the look he remembered when he summoned the wooden escape to sweep Liuhe.

Which one is the real him?Or every one is really him.

"What's the matter Madara?" Hashirama stopped the pen in his hand, walked to his desk and looked at him with concern, "I saw you looking down just now, are you troubled by these densely packed words?"

Madara glanced at him angrily, swallowed the words, and cast his eyes at Hokage's position. He didn't want to see him depressed again: "Is there any other documents? Bring them quickly."

With a joyful smile on Hashirama's face, he hugged a large stack of documents on his desk, and the mountains of documents made heavy noises on Madara's desk.

"It's okay, it will be finished soon."

Finally, Madara couldn't take it anymore, and twitched the corner of his mouth. Now he just wanted to see Hokage's dejected look: "I think you are actually troubled by these densely packed words!"

"That's something that can't be helped. I know every word, but I don't know when they're put together." Hashirama sighed and supported the table with his hands, staring at his friend blankly.
The atmosphere in the room was moving towards depression visible to the naked eye, and Madara was about to continue complaining, but sensed the ninja approaching instantly.

The masked ninja, stepping on the sunlight coming in from the window, reported the news: "The location of Nine Tails has been found, and the locations of other tailed beasts are still being searched."

After a brief report, Anbu handed over the scroll in his hand to Hashirama.

The rolled scroll lay quietly on Madara's table, and the word "Nine" was clearly visible on the green surface.

Madara who was sitting on the chair suddenly stood up and looked at Hashirama.

Their eyes followed the untied ribbon, then stared intently at the rolled scroll.

The extremely detailed map of the Land of Fire was reflected in their eyes, and then the afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, shining into the bottom of their hearts along the gap between their hearts, and the embers of the setting sun rekindled their blood.

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