Konoha: I am the Slug Daisen

Chapter 5 I am a civilized person

So Feijian pulled Lu Yi out of Zhujian's hand: "Brother, are you sure he deserves the title of Shangxian? In my impression, only the ancestor of the Ninja sect was crowned the title of Sage of the Six Paths by the world. He was in Brag yourselves."

Poor, weak and helpless Lu Yi wants to cry but has no tears.The devil poked Lu Yi's tentacles with his fingers for a while to force him to retract his eyes, and then turned his hands around for a while, Lu Yi had to carefully grab his hand to prevent it from falling to the ground.

"Thousand Hands, I am not self-appointed as the Great Immortal. I even watched the child of the Six Paths Sage grow up. If you poke my eyes again, be careful and I will tell you about your bed-wetting when you were a child!"

Lu Yi's words are really not bragging, not only Sage of the Six Paths, but even Sage of the Six Paths' mother, Kaguya Ji, grew up watching him on the computer.As for the issue of wetting the bed between the doors, how can there be any doubts?All children go through this process.

After teasing Feijian, Lu Yi turned to Zhujian again: "There is also Zhujian, you don't care about your prematurely aging brother, if you talk so annoying, not only will your hair turn gray, but you will also lose your appearance."

It's a pity that no ninja would care about such things as disfigurement.Everyone automatically ignored Lu Yi's words.

"You said that Brother Feijian also wet the bed when he was a child?"

Itama, who has never had any sense of existence, seems to have discovered something serious.

"Yes, not only between the doors, but also... woo..."

Lu Yi was snatched back by Zhujian and covered his mouth.

"Hashirama, let go, I can't breathe... Hey, I don't seem to need to breathe."

Three people and six eyes watched Lu Yi transform from one slug into two slugs half the size of the original.

Two slugs slipped from Zhu Jian's hands and landed on Wa Jian's body.

So the finally relaxed atmosphere became gloomy again.

Death is like the wind, always with me!But when their relatives and friends die, how many people can really feel relieved?Lu Yi was also shrouded in such intense sadness, silently fused his clones together, and climbed onto Hashirama's shoulders.

Patriarch Qianshou had finished discussing clan affairs with his clansmen, and came to the school grounds alone.

Patriarch Qianshou said: "Feijian send Banjian back to the room. Hashirama comes with me."

Feijian responded and left with Wajian.

After Feijian and Banjian walked away, Patriarch Qianshou looked at the eldest son he had focused on training and said, "You will preside over Wajian's funeral in a while. In fact, there is nothing to preside over. The coffin has been prepared long ago. It will be buried in the Over there at the Buddhist hall."

"Yes, my lord father. I will do well."

Patriarch Qianshou said again: "Banjian will be six years old during Chinese New Year, and he can go on missions. During this time, you and Feijian should train him more."

"No way! How is this possible? We just lost Wajian and have to send Banjian to die? He is only six years old during Chinese New Year."

Patriarch Senshou looked at Hashirama: his eldest son is good at everything, he completed the task beautifully, he is brave and fearless on the battlefield, and he can learn ninjutsu immediately.It's just that his mind is often offline, which is completely different from that young and mature second son.

Although the Patriarch Qianshou didn't get angry at Hashirama, his complexion was already ugly. How could the future Patriarch Qianshou have such thoughts?
"Hashirama, how old were you when you entered the battlefield?"

"Six years old."

"What about the Tori Room and the Wa Room?"

"Six years old."

"What about the other clansmen?"

"Most of them are also six or seven years old."

"So, why don't you do missions and go to the battlefield because you will die? Are you not ashamed as a ninja? As my son, Itama must lead by example, so there is no need to discuss this matter again!" Patriarch Senshou shook off Hashirama hand, do not want to hear the reasons for Zahashirama.

To manage and lead the Thousand-Handed Clan, the Buddhas have to treat each other equally, and death is only fate.What can't be sacrificed for the reproduction of the ethnic group?

Lu Yi, who had been pretending to be dead all this time, remembered the Banjian who lived in his memory, and couldn't help reminding: "Thousand-handed Buddha, you will regret it!"

Lu Yi, who did not speak to reveal his identity, was treated as a pet by the patriarch Qianshou and was ignored.

"Hashirama, take care of your pets."

With a small body and a harmless appearance, this kind of creature doesn't even have the qualifications to make Buddha angry.

"Father, it's wrong for children to go to the battlefield, it's the adults' fault!" Hashirama said stubbornly.

"Shut up, let me kneel in the ancestral hall if I hear you say this again."

Thousand-Handed Buddha gave Zhujian a slap in the face, blood oozing from the corner of Zhujian's mouth.

It's not too heavy to start with the Buddha.

The head of the Qianshou family felt that Zhujian's thinking was very dangerous. If he wanted to keep being so emotional, the Qianshou clan would perish at his hands sooner or later, so he had to be woken up as soon as possible.

Seeing Zhujian being beaten, Lu Yi slid off Zhujian's body, absorbed the thin natural energy with his skin, and didn't stop until his body was almost the size of a wild boar.

"I'm not a pet. As a slug fairy, I just want to let you know that I took care of the pillars."

Lu Yiyi went to the Thousand-Handed Buddha Room: Zhujian is his psychic, and beating him is to cut his own face!

"interesting!"

Qianshou Buddhajian raised his hand and a Kunai flew towards Lu Yi, Lu Yi couldn't dodge it at such a short distance, and of course he didn't need to dodge.This kind of pure physical attack has no effect on him at all.

Swishling Luyi split up again, and a bunch of little slugs stared at the Buddha's room with their swarthy eyes.

Obviously, Patriarch Qianshou's concentration is much stronger than Zhujian, and he has no intensive phobia at all.

It's a good thing that my son has found a capable pet!
"Yes, this is your psychic beast? It has a very special ability, does it have any attack power?"

Zhu Jian just wanted to explain that I was his psychic, but was interrupted by Lu Yi's behavior.

The little slug continued to divide until it was as big as an ant: "Although I have no attack power, I plan to disgust him to death!"

Lu Yi's slug phalanx was arranged in an s and a b for a while, but Qianshou Buddha was at a loss: What is this doing?A kind of ninjutsu you haven't seen before?
Zhu Jian felt that he should do something. Although he couldn't understand it, he felt ashamed: "Master Slug, can't you spit out mucus to hurt people?"

Countless slugs looked at Zhujian: I have this skill, why didn't I know it?Could it be the acid that was spit out at that time?

As an excellent student who has gone through nine years of compulsory education, Lu Yi is a little shy: Is it really necessary to spit everywhere?
Spit a mouthful to try?
Countless little slugs brewed together: prepare~launch—the acid rained down on the buddha.

Of course, Qianshou Buddha was not as reckless as Lu Yi, who took ninjutsu head-on, but avoided it immediately.Excellent Ninja Taijutsu is also great.

Thousand-handed Buddha escaped, but the floor under his feet was damaged, and the bluestone floor was corroded into a hornet's nest.The one-foot-thick floor was completely burned through, and it didn't stop until the exposed ground below was burned with small holes.

(End of this chapter)