The dawn of the morning cut through the sky, and the blizzard that had been raging all night stopped at some point.

The villagers of Konoha were still sleeping soundly. Last night was the tenth anniversary festival, and they all celebrated until midnight.

A wailing cry sounded from the village, hurried and sharp, wandering over the wood leaves for a long time.

The first Naruto Senju Hashirama died in the tenth year of Konoha.

For a moment, Konoha Village was like the sky collapsed, and all the villagers were at a loss and only grief left.

...

As the sky broke out, smoke and clouds lingered in the valley, frost covered the surrounding vegetation, covered in silver.

The space rotated, and then a black shadow appeared. Xuan looked at the clan land not far away and walked towards him.

"Deputy Clan Chief." At this time, Uchiha's clan members had already gotten up early and quickly met him when they saw Xuan Return.

Xuan nodded and said, "Where is Madara, are you back?"

"The patriarch came back last night and was at his own home."

Uchiha Madara has been traveling abroad for more than three years before, and only sent a message not long ago that he was coming back.

Xuan left the Uchiha clan member and went to Madara's residence by himself.

The Uchiha tribe kept saluting him on the road, and a big festival was held here last night, and Yu Qing was still walking on the road.

When I came to Madara's yard, I pushed the door open and entered. The yard was not big, and Madara himself asked. According to his words, why should I live in such a big place alone?

There is an old tree in the courtyard, and the shade covers the entire courtyard, like a wide canopy.

"You're here." As soon as he stepped into the room, Uchiha Madara's voice sounded.

Gong turned his head and saw Uchiha Madara sitting in front of the pavilion. There was a dark table in front of him, and there was still heat floating in the teacup placed.

Compared to three years ago, his appearance has not changed significantly, but his vicissitudes have become more vicissitudes, but his momentum has become much calmer, and even his arrogance with a sharp edge has become much more restrained.

He felt it as early as when Xuan stepped into the hospital, and there was no need to guess that this kind of time would come to him, except Xuan, he would not be the second person to think about it.

"Sit." Uchiha Madara pointed to the cushion opposite.

Xuan walked slowly to him and sat cross-legged, and a cup of warm tea was poured over and pushed.

"I just came back from Konoha Village." Gong picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said in one single shot. He knew what Uchiha Madara wanted to hear.

Uchiha Madara did not respond, and calmly picked up the teacup and looked out the window. As the clouds and smoke swayed with the cold wind, there were silk and bamboos swaying indifferently and out of the dust.

"Harama passed away. I was by my side when I left, and I was still peaceful." Geng continued, his tone calmly.

The teacup in Ban's hand shook lightly, and a trace of tea overflowed from it, which showed his mood at that moment.

"The result has been told you that I won't disturb you." Xuan drank the tea in one sip and stood up to say goodbye.

He understood that Madara's current mood was not about comfort or anything else. At this time, it was the best choice to let him be quiet alone.

Back to Ban's yard, Xuan Changshu looked up in a breath. The sky was already bright and it looked like a good day.

Inside the house, there was a faint crying sound, accompanied by a confused whisper, and it kept repeating, "He left, he really left, just leave?"

Xuan did not stop and left with big strides.

...

A few steps later, when he returned to his home, the little maid heard the sound and happily met Xuan.

Under the thoughtful service of the maid, I washed my face and changed my clothes, which happened to be up to breakfast time.

During this period, Mito Uzumaki also walked out in the house and had breakfast together. The two sat in the backyard and watched the fish swim in the pond.

Mido leaned his head against Gen's shoulder and whispered: "I heard you went to Konoha last night?"

"Yeah." Xuan nodded and gently stroked the ends of her hair. Compared to the past, her hair was still red and shiny, and a faint fragrance floated from it, and it was still so intoxicating.

"How is the situation over there?" Mizuto asked in a low voice, holding one of Gen's hands.

After a moment of silence, Gong whispered: "Harama is dead. Just last night, I personally sent him for the last journey. Konoha should be immersed in the sad atmosphere now. In a few days, I will hear the news that Chihou Tobirama has become the second-generation Hokage."

Uzumaki Mito held Gen's hand and then relaxed again, but obviously, she was feeling much depressed because of the news.

Although this valley is secret, the news is not blocked. The news in Konoha Village will be transmitted by "Akatsuki". Therefore, Mito knows that Senju Hashima has been in poor health over the years.

She naturally had no feelings for Chiju Hashirama, but she was familiar with her. When she suddenly heard that she passed away, she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"Rein, sometimes I feel like we are old, especially when I just heard the news of Chiju Hashirama's death, he is not a few years older than us."

Xuan turned his head to look at her, smiled and comforted her: "Don't think about it, we are all very young, and we are destined to stay young all the time. Then we will be a couple of immortals in the century and watch the changes in the ninja world together."

"I'll coax me." Mito chuckled, and his mood really improved a lot.

Looking at Mito who was smiling, Kyung hugged her in his arms. Having said that, there was a gloom in Kyung's heart.

As Mito said, they were not young anymore. According to the Warring States rules, thirty years old is enough to call me an old man.

Na Xuan's age is very close. When Konoha was established, he was nearly eighteen years old. This year was just ten years after Konoha, which was already the eleventh year. If it was Xu's age, it would be even twenty-nine.

Even if the ageing speed of a ninja is slower than that of ordinary people, how long can it be slower? There has been no substantial progress in research on the Ninjutsu.

If there is any good news, it should be said that Xuan has mastered the Reincarnation Eye thoroughly over the years, and has truly understood the changes in the nature of the six chakras, and can even briefly control the passage of time in the state of the Reincarnation Eye.

Seeing the fish swimming in the pond, the soft fragrance was in my arms, my heart calmed down.

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Chapter completed!