Become Madara and Hashirama Grandfather at the Start

Chapter 170

“This is the first time I have seen that you can create flames without knot printing.”

Black Earth walked to Qingming’s side in a little surprise, feeling the heat generated by the flame.

These flames are not Falling Heart Flame itself, but a common fire that is ignited by a little spark of Falling Heart Flame.

So even if the black soil grows very close, it won’t feel very hot.

Today’s black soil is like a curious baby, and I am very surprised to see Qingming’s every move.

The wooden stakes rising from the ground, the iceman acting on his own, and the action of burning dry wood between his fingers.

This made the black soil, who had been growing up in Yanyin Village, feel like he had gone to a different world and saw all strange things.

Soon, after the iceman cooked the giant bear and divided it, it turned into a “seven or seventy” puddle of water and disappeared.

This made the black soil, who was very interested in the iceman, sighed with disappointment.

But immediately, the aroma of the roasted bear brightened the eyes of the black earth.

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After finishing this special lunch, Hei Tu and Qing Ming chatted here.

Looking at this mysterious big brother, Hei Tu’s heart was full of thoughts of exploration.

Seimei also found it interesting for the unique little girl in front of him.

After some small talk, the black soil looked at Qingming’s eyes, and it was obviously full of worship.

After taking a deep breath, the black soil seemed to have made some decision, his small face was very serious.

“Brother Qingming, come and be my teacher!”

“what?”

Hearing Hei Tu’s sudden speech, Qingming couldn’t help but startled slightly.

Although Qingming is now considering whether to accept the black soil as a disciple, he has not really made a decision.

After all, in this era, it can be said that there are many plastic talents in each Ninja Village.

Therefore, Qingming’s plan is to spend a few months looking around in the current era to find candidates for his disciples.

Hei Tu is just a candidate for a disciple that Qing Ming has considered, and Qing Ming has no plans to accept him as a disciple immediately.

But what Qingming didn’t expect was that Hei Tu opened his mouth first, saying that he wanted to worship Qingming as his teacher.

“My grandfather says that he is great every day, but he is in the office every day and he doesn’t want to teach me.”

Hei Tu complained a little unhappy.

At this time, Ohnoki, the two Libra, was only in his early sixties. Although he was aging, he was still full of energy.

But as Tukage, Ohnogi can only sit in the office every day, and naturally a few hours are spent resting.

In Onoki’s view, the black soil is still a child, and he doesn’t need to teach it himself.

“Your grandpa, Oh Nogi?”

In Qingming’s mind, the figure of the somewhat stubborn little old man with a bad nose emerged.

With the blood named Chen Dun being eliminated, Oh Yemu’s strength is relatively strong in the shadows.

It’s just that in the original work, Ohnoki is over 70 years old, is the oldest one in the movie, and his strength has also declined.

“Brother, have you heard of my grandpa?”

After asking this sentence, Hei Tu felt a bit silly.

Although Hei Tu himself didn’t feel that his grandfather was very strong, Ohyeki was also a soil shadow of Yanyin Village anyway.

For most ordinary ninjas, the level of shadow is already a peak that cannot be reached in a lifetime.

“Ohnogi, I haven’t seen it personally.” Seimei thought for a while and said.

“But if I remember correctly, one of my disciples seems to have encountered him.”

Qingming vaguely remembered such a thing, not just an understanding of the original work.

Once in Wuyin Village, Madara also talked to Qingming about some previous things, and also talked about his previous encounters with some people in Yanyin Village.

It seems that Oh Nogi, who was only a boy back then, met with Uchiha Madara once following his master second generation Dokage.

That time, both of them were beaten badly, and even Ohnoki had an uncontrollable fear of Uchiha Madara in his heart.

This kind of fear lasted for decades, even after being a soil shadow for decades.

When Ohnoki recalled the scene, he couldn’t help but fear Uchiha Madara.

“Have your disciple met my grandfather?” Hei Tu asked with some confusion…

Looking at the young-looking elder brother in front of him, Hei Tu didn’t understand why he had a disciple who had met his grandfather.

“My disciple is called Uchiha Madara, and your grandpa back then…”

“It seems to be a little scared of being beaten.”

After saying these things, Qingming stood up, and Hei Tu was still sitting on the wooden stake in doubt.

“Uchiha Madara, grandpa is afraid of being beaten by him?”

Uchiha Madara’s name is like a thunderous to the older generation of ninjas, but to the younger generation like Kuroi, he has never heard of it.

After secretly remembering the name in his heart, Black Earth felt a big warm hand on top of his head.

“The people in your village are almost here, I will leave first.” Qingming gently rubbed the black soil’s head and said with a smile.

In Qingming’s perception, it can already be found that the Yannin who has been searching for a long time is almost approaching this location.

Qingming, who hadn’t yet accepted the black soil as his disciple, was naturally ready to leave at this time.

After all, if the black soil is accepted, Seimei will have to teach regularly.

And Seimei’s plan to travel through the Ninja world during this period of time and find suitable candidates for disciples naturally fell through.

“Huh?!” Hei Tu was surprised.

“You haven’t said whether you want to accept me as an apprentice!”

2.4 The black soil stretched out his little hand to grab Qingming’s sleeve, but found it was empty.

Qingming, who was still in front of the black soil just now, disappeared instantly.

And Qingming’s voice echoed in Black Earth’s ears after leaving.

“Black soil, go and practice hard.”

“If you meet my requirements next time I see you, come and be my disciple.”

Hearing the gentle and magnetic voice, Black Earth’s somewhat lost expression immediately regained its vitality.

“I will definitely meet Qingming’s brother… No, that’s not right, it is Qingming teacher’s request!”

The small fist of his right hand was clenched, and the black soil cheered himself up softly.

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