People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 182 The Number One Auctioneer in the Ninja World

In the inconspicuous position in the back hall of the auction, several Konoha Daily ninjas directly under the administration department sat, perfectly recording every scene of the scene.

The compiled reports were sent by Anbe to Nara Shikahira immediately, and they were printed and compiled into newspapers on the same day.Shipped all over the world.

The ninja event held inside Konoha has involved many people's nerves.

The establishment of the Ninja Alliance, the collision between the leaders of the hidden villages and the famous names of various countries, has already attracted the attention of the whole world, not to mention the ongoing Tailed Beast Auction.

"Minister Nara, this is the transaction status of all tailed beasts."

Lu Ping, who was buried behind the document and wrote the copy, received the information from the civilian staff and fell into contemplation of the astonishing numbers.

"Do you want to publish it truthfully?"

"Publish."

Lu Ping knew that if so much money was exposed, he would definitely be jealous of many forces.

However, it cannot be concealed. There are forces from all over the ninja world gathered in Konoha Village, and information will inevitably spread over time.

Instead of passively falling into the vortex of public opinion, it is better to publish them openly and increase the sales of Konoha Daily.

"Have you recorded all the reactions of the daimyo?"

Facing the civilian staff, Lu Ping asked lightly, his eyes flickering.

"some."

The clerk flipped through the paper and handed him the page on which the daimyo was recorded.

Lu Ping, who took the document, laughed out loud at the densely packed text.

The malicious laughter sounded in the office, attracting everyone's attention.

"boom"

Nara Luhei pressed the report on the table, stood up and looked around the crowd, and set the tone, "Focus on the report, the demeanor of the big names and the leaders; we must emphasize the joy of the leaders when they photographed the tailed beast, and the big names. It looks heartbroken."

"Yes! Minister."

In the office, there was an orderly response.

The power of the pen is not inferior to that of the detonating talisman.

Lu Ping, who sat down again, stroked the pineapple head, looked over the document to the busy people, and murmured in his heart.

"General! The age of the samurai is over!"

"Will not!"

"As long as we can keep practicing swordsmanship hard, we will definitely beat those ninjas! Ten times the effort is not enough, just use a hundred times. I believe that the long sword at the waist is no worse than those ninjas!"

"General! Let's see the reality, the tail beast has been sold by the ninjas!"

A group of armored warriors stood in the forest inside Konoha. A man who had lost his right arm in the team spoke bitterly to the burly man at the front.

In an instant, his voice fell, and the burly man seemed to have lost all his strength, leaning against the moss-covered tree and slumped on the ground.

"Is the glory of the samurai really gone forever?"

Full of sorrowful doubts, all the warriors present felt the same way.

Most of them are people who do not belong to the ninja clan. Even if there is chakra in their bodies, they do not have a complete ninjutsu inheritance, so they can only practice swordsmanship and roam under the nobles of various countries.

When they heard that the ninja had established a hidden village in Konoha, they also united in the Iron Land.

The power of ninjas has expanded, making their survival more difficult.

"Befriend the Ninja League."

There was a tentative sound from the crowd.

"A samurai cannot bow to a ninja."

Someone immediately refuted.

The forest wind blew past, putting everyone in a dilemma.

The general stood up, and the sharp-edged temperament returned to him, "This is the first time you come to the country of ninjas, you must take a good look."

The man with the broken arm nodded and echoed, "I heard that the clan of craftsmen is still in Muye Village, so your wish can be fulfilled now."

The haze receded from their faces, and the weapons forged by Craftsman Ninja were extremely sought-after treasures in the Iron Country.

Samurai love swords like life, not just talk.

He raised his only remaining left arm, and scolded with a smile: "You guys, the casting technique of the master craftsman of the Iron Kingdom, you can't even catch your eyes, right?"

The general stepped forward and said to the warriors: "In Konoha, you must abide by the rules of ninjas. You must be polite when you meet the head of Hongping. If you don't have enough money, you can make a white note and use domestic high-quality ore as collateral."

"Boom"

The sound of holding the knife driven by the armor clearly showed their attitude.

The samurai crossed the dense forest and gradually became a point in the general's sight. He said softly to the man beside him, "Daisuke, I have an idea."

"It just so happens that I also have an idea." The one-armed man smiled and said to him, "I don't know if our thoughts are the same."

The first auction was a great success, and many people secretly awarded Uchiha Madara, the honorary title of the number one auctioneer in the ninja world.

The person involved didn't care, he pulled his disciple and stood on the Huoying Rock at night overlooking the lights of Wanjia.

"Every time I come here, the scene I see is very different. No, it should be that the state of mind is different every time."

Lu Sheng glanced at him strangely, and the teacher who was suddenly saddened by spring and autumn said, "Maybe you are getting old?"

Uchiha Madara, who was facing the mountain wind, turned around and glared at him, took out a scroll from his pocket and threw it to him, "I have a picnic here tonight, and I have something to tell you."

The tall figure disappeared instantly, Lu Sheng glanced at the scroll in his hand, he knew what was sealed without opening it.

The evening wind blew the fire at the bottom of the pot, and the dancing flames elongated the light, so Lu Sheng had to pick up the firewood and throw it into the fire to suppress the restless spark.

The steaming clear water made a "gurgling" sound, just as his thoughts were churning at the moment, he could vaguely guess what Madara was going to say.

For Uchiha Madara, the power of reincarnation eyes is an irresistible temptation, not to mention that he can manipulate the ten tails who disappeared in the ninja world for thousands of years.

Although Madara didn't say anything, Lu Sheng could tell that he was still brooding about the defeat by Zhujian that year.

Now that Konoha is walking on Kangzhuang Avenue, if he leaves the village to open the Eye of Reincarnation at this time, it will not cause much impact.

One person in Hashirama is enough to coerce the entire ninja world.

The night wind blew in, and Madara appeared beside him with the prepared ingredients, and threw them into the steaming pot of mandarin ducks.

He wiped the fat of the bitterness, and said to the disciple who was stirring the soup, "I'm going to leave the village for a while."

"Has this day finally come?"

Madara frowned, raised her hand and gave the disciple who pretended to sigh.

Lu Sheng, who successfully dodged, put on a stern expression and asked seriously: "Have you ignored the affairs of the clan?"

Madara was quite self-aware, and sighed: "We have been away from the village for two years, and the big and small affairs of the clan have been handled in an orderly manner by the Fire Core."

He glanced at the full moon hanging in the sky, and continued: "After I leave, Huohe will become the acting patriarch."

Lu Sheng stopped the spoon in his hand, and looked at him in surprise, "After graduation, what if I will be included in Anbu?"

"Anbe?" Madara seldom laughed out loud, "When will you pass the jounin assessment."

Lu Sheng accepted the ridicule frankly, paused for a moment and asked, "To what extent has Teacher's Chakra fusion reached?"

Madara sniffed the fragrance in the air, squinted his eyes, and affirmed Lu Sheng's craftsmanship, "Well, judging from the taste, it looks pretty good."

The light of the fire and the moon shone on the ground together. Lu Sheng glanced at the prevaricating teacher helplessly, picked up the wooden bowl beside him and handed it to him.

　PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, important things are said three times.

　　
　
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