under a thousand hands

The time was Warring States.

Death and despair built a tombstone.

Heroes contend for hegemony, and wars between countries have never stopped. Ninjas are the main force among armies, knives in the hands of nobles, and terrifying killing weapons in wars.

If one party invites Uchiha, the other party must invite Senshou. This law is known to everyone.All the people are resenting these guys who bring fights. If there are no ninjas, will their lives be more peaceful?

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, Uchiha and Senju, who had just stopped fighting, were extremely quiet.Both sides were silent, all Uchiha members stared at the person in front of them with rabbit eyes, and Senshou was also gearing up one by one, just waiting for the next second to start directly.

But the two people standing at the front spoke together, with lingering exhaustion in their voices, "Retreat."

"Young patriarch!" Some dissatisfied people protested, "Is that the death of the patriarch?!"

There was a brief commotion on the silent battlefield, and everyone's eyes were focused on one place.

Just a few minutes ago, their patriarchs both died, at the hands of their enemies.For so many years, whether it is the Senju Buddha Room or the Uchiha Tajima, their strength is difficult to distinguish between the two.

As a result, this time, their death time was only a hair's breadth away. Even if they were not breathing, they still stood there without falling down.

Unusually, Senju Bashima's expression was cold and hard, "Madara, let's call it a day this time."

Uchiha Madara did not refuse, he took a deep look at the black-haired man in front of him, and repeated the order, "Retreat."

There is no point in continuing to fight. They will fight to the death and let the blood continue to water this land, but is that the most important thing?

"Let father...be buried in the ground as soon as possible."

Dying in war is a very normal thing.

Fojian never believed in Buddhism, and he was like this when he died in Wajian and Banjian.He restrained the childish broken body casually, and hurriedly buried him in a thin coffin.There is no time to shed unnecessary tears, no matter how sad my heart is, I can only pick up the knife in my hand and continue the endless war.

In the age of the Warring States Period, when the average was only 30 years old, how could ninjas believe in Mantian gods and Buddhas? The only thing they believed in was the sword in their hands.

Qianshou Feijian still remembers that when Wajian and Banjian died, Qianshou Buddhajian arranged for them to be buried without the slightest hesitation.At that time, my elder brother once contradicted his father and was slapped severely.

At that time, the elder brother felt that his father was cold-blooded and heartless, and he had been angry with his father for a long time because of this.

But she had seen that iron-blooded man crying secretly at night holding the clothes in the tile and board.He recited scriptures for them, hoping that his child who died young would no longer be a ninja in his next life.

Even if you are an ordinary farmer, you don't have to wear thick armor at a young age, pick up a sword that is much taller than yourself, and fight the enemy, but in the end you don't even have a complete body. Down.

Only in the middle of the night when there was no one else would the cold patriarch secretly mourn for his children.He cannot and is not allowed to show pain. As the head of the clan, he needs to show a perfect posture that is not affected by hatred at all.

The silver-haired Qianshou spilled the flagon in her hand on the family cemetery. In her short life of more than ten years, she has witnessed countless deaths.

Most of them were buried hastily, and at most one or two epitaphs were added during the battle.

But the death of Thousand-Handed Buddha was different. As Thousand-handed Hashirama who wanted to inherit the position of patriarch, he had to stand there with Tobima and the elders of the family, listening to the most famous master in the Kingdom of Fire chanting Buddhist scriptures.

The sound of monks chanting Buddha's name came from my ears, and the monk's ten-fang accent was ups and downs, and the nasal cavity was filled with the smell of sandalwood.In the middle of the lobby is the coffin belonging to the Thousand-Handed Buddha Room. The surrounding atmosphere is stagnant, making people almost out of breath.

The fight with Uchiha has ceased, but it does not mean that vigilance can be relaxed.During the burial of the former patriarch, countless ninjas will come to attack, trying to disrupt the foundation of the Senshou family at such a special moment.

Even in this plain-clothed mourning hall, Qianshou Feijian's body still lingers with blood.

It was just after noon, and the lush trees in the yard blocked out the harsh afternoon sun, leaving only a little golden spot to spill into the house.Under that veiled shadow, there are only the prying eyes of the sinner.

Kneeling between the thousand-handed pillars in the middle, with black hair hanging down, the young man's back is very straight, and it is impossible to tell that he has been kneeling here for most of the day.

The leaves trembled slightly, and the silver-haired Qianshou looked up, and saw a letter eagle hovering in the sky.The silver-haired Qianshou walked out of the mourning hall without disturbing anyone, only the eyelashes of the Qianshou pillar kneeling in the center trembled slightly, and his fingers squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand.

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The sticky blood stains almost dyed the silver hair red, and the head in the hands of the Thousand Hands was thrown off, his face was indifferent, as if he didn't care about it at all, showing a sneering smile, the Thor Blade in his hand ruthlessly pierced on the ground.

The silver-haired Qianshou looked like Shura who had stepped out of hell, and those blood-red eyes were breathtaking, making people unstoppably terrified.

There were 30 members of the Yuyi clan who came to sneak attack this time, but in such a short time just now, the person in front of him killed more than half of them directly.

"Evil ghost." The teeth of the man in the lead chattered. He began to regret his sneak attack at this time. The Qianshou family had never fallen. Could it be that these two immature cubs were monsters who hadn't used their full strength?

The death of the patriarch is a troublesome matter whether it is dealing with the funeral or arranging new personnel. They thought they could take this opportunity to severely weaken the power of Senju and Uchiha.But he was discovered shortly after entering the clan, and the second son of the Qianshou family shocked everyone with his appearance that no one should underestimate.

Even in his ears, he could clearly hear the Sanskrit sound not far away.

This man actually started killing outside his father's mourning hall.

"I never believed in gods and Buddhas." The silver-haired Qianshou raised the sharp blade in his hand, his charming eyes narrowed, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes formed an arc.

There was a half-smile on the blood-stained face, and the next second, the heads of the rest of the people fell to the ground one by one.

"How can you let the miscellaneous fish disturb your brother?"

The Qianshou tribe continued the cleaning work silently and quickly. On such a special day, the people in the mourning hall should not be disturbed.

"Master Toikama." Senshou Momoka handed over a new shirt, and glanced at the other person, "You go and have a rest."

"No need." Silver-haired Qianshou's voice was cold and clean, the black clothes on her body were already dripping with blood, I don't know whether it was the enemy's blood or she was injured, "Contain their corpses, and go to Yuyi after the ceremony is over The people at home need an explanation."

There are many things that can be explained by the corpses. Compared with interrogating the living assassins, Senshou Feima prefers to dissect the corpses of those ninjas by himself. In some places that they don't know, they can even learn a lot of information about the opponent's family.

The clean bathtub was prepared early, and the silver-haired Senshou directly threw the clothes on his body outside to be burned.

The mist of hot water rose up, finally adding a little blush to that pale face that didn't look like a living person.The lines of the silver-haired Qianshou's face that were too cold and hard were also softened by the steaming heat, and the girl who was dyed blush seemed to be in line with her fourteen or fifteen-year-old age.

Splashing the water in the tub onto her face, rubbing it vigorously a few times, hastily washed off the blood stains on her body, and the girl returned to the mourning hall again.

The ever-burning lamps were burning thinly, and the coils of incense were rising. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the Sanskrit prayers in the mourning hall slowly stopped.Silver-haired Sensei hugged her arms and leaned against the door frame, her gaze was fixed on Hashirama's straight back.

She could see clearly that the one hundred and eight sandalwood beads in the opponent's hand were probably crushed by almost half of them.Every time she sneaks out of the mourning hall and returns, those beads will suffer a torment.

Zhu Jian secretly wrapped the thread around his fingers while others were not paying attention, as for the buddha beads that he crushed, he simply crushed them even more and turned them into powder.

The black-haired man who was still quite innocent stared blankly at the coffin in front of him. Even after looking at it for a day, his mind was still a little dazed. He was going to be the patriarch?

He wants to take on the entire Thousand Hands Clan?

There are too many complex emotions in Senshou Zhuma, he is gentle and generous, wise and foolish, he is a very suitable and popular leader.But in the eyes of the elders, he is too careless most of the time, and his unrealistic romanticism is simply engraved in his bones.For the elders, a patriarch who is close to the Uchiha family is really not so kind.

Walking out of the mourning hall, the eyes of the elders swept over Qianshou Feijian standing at the door. The other party was indifferent and intelligent enough, and even some plans against other people could be called despicable.

"……pity."

Between the doors, I could clearly hear the sighs of the elders walking past me.Her expression didn't change at all, she still walked towards her brother with a cold face.

Rather than caring about such an unimportant sigh, she needed to pass the handkerchief in her hand, lest Senjujuma burst into tears and be seen by others.

The patriarch of the dignified Qianshou can no longer cry in front of other people, or grow mushrooms in the corner because of a single sentence.

The image is not so lost!