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"Ah, by the way, I have something to tell you."

Qingjiu suddenly thought of something and stretched out a finger.

"Tomorrow, well, I should say I won't be able to practice with you in the next few days."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

A question mark popped up on Uchiha Shiyu's head.

"What's going on, you want to run away after defeating me? This is too shameful!"

"no no."

Qingjiu waved his hand helplessly and explained: "The old patriarch of the clan is dying, and he has stopped eating and drinking in the past few days.

He can be regarded as the elder who watched me grow up. It was he who brought so many of our clansmen to settle here. I have to go back and take a look, both emotionally and rationally.

Not only me, but most of the clan members who have been away from the clan for many years will probably go back, which can be regarded as a farewell to the elderly. "

"Is that so..."

Zi Yu was stunned for a moment, her expression dimmed slightly, she looked into the distance, her voice sounded hollow.

"That's right. My parents are gone. I don't know how to spend that time without the help of my clan members."

"Ah."

Qingjiu stood next to Ziyu, also looking into the distance, the wind blowing his hair on his forehead.

"Without the help of my tribe, I might have died on the way to Konoha."

"Why is this happening, Qingjiu..."

Ziyu said incoherently: "Is it because of the war?"

"Just because it's not strong enough."

Qingjiu tells the truth.

"makes sense……"

Ziyu nodded, suddenly thought of something, and frowned.

"By the way, what will I do for breakfast tomorrow?"

"You can figure it out yourself."

"Hey, so heartless."

…………

The courtyard of Fenghua's house is actually not too messy, and there is no smell floating in the air. It means there is almost no security and it is a little noisy.

But today, the courtyard was extremely silent.

"came back?"

At the gate, an old woman bent down and swept the fallen leaves at the door. It wasn't until Qingjiu came up to her that she raised her head with squinted eyes and looked at the tall young man with some uncertainty.

"Which family are you from?"

"From the Xueyan family."

Qingjiu said his father's name.

"Snow rock..."

The old woman nodded and pointed to the door.

"Go in, the old man is about to die. Phew, I'm about to die too."

"Ugh……"

Qingjiu sighed, reached out and took the broom from her mother-in-law's hand and put it to the wall. She made a seal carefully. When the wind blew up, it swirled and swept the fallen leaves on the ground into the tree pit.

"Let's go, don't be tired."

Qingjiu helped the old woman walk into the house.

"Much easier than sweeping snow from the house."

The old woman didn't say anything more and followed Qingjiu into the courtyard.

The streets of the Fenghua Clan cannot accommodate horse-drawn carriages, and transportation is usually pushed by small carts. There are children playing on the roadside, and they are covered in dust.

On the other hand, some older children were hiding under the eaves, staring nervously at the children playing.

Not because they are more sensible, but because they still remember the snowy hometown.

Which child dares to run around outside? His foot will miss the mark and he will be buried in the snow and disappear.

In the houses adjacent to each other, shadows of people flashed dimly by the windows.

One of the windows was opened, and the woman poked her head out of the room, looked at the sky, frowned and shook her head, today was not a good day to hang clothes.

Putting on their old clothes, the adults opened the door, grabbed the noisy child on the road, slapped it on the butt several times, looked at each other and walked in the same direction with the neighbor.

Today I'll go see the old patriarch again and ask him who else he wants to see. What are the specifications for the funeral? Have your two grandsons given an explanation as to who they plan to appoint as the new patriarch?

When Qingjiu arrived at the old patriarch's house, several families were coming out together.

Listening to their conversation, it probably meant that he was about to die, but he wasn't really dead yet.

.........

Qingjiu stared at the old patriarch quietly, but his eyes were unfocused.

Qingjiu had seen many enemies pretending to be dead on the battlefield, but even if their faces were covered in blood, they looked more like dead people than the living person in front of them.

This old man had good food and clothing when he was young, and had a happy family when he was middle-aged. However, in his old age, he almost lost everything because of the war.

In addition to the title of clan leader, there are only two grandsons left by the dead son. Now it is his turn.

"Eww cough..."

When the old clan leader saw Qingjiu entering the room, he seemed to recognize the most promising children among the young people in the clan. He made meaningless sounds in his throat and wanted to say something but couldn't.

"call……"

Qingjiu stepped forward, took out a soldier's grain pill, hesitated for a moment, broke it in half, then pinched it in half, and then pinched it in half again.

It wasn't until he looked at the fine slag in his hand that he nodded with satisfaction and fed it into the old patriarch's mouth.

Bingliangwan is actually a kind of ninja tool, which can restore a certain amount of physical strength and chakra of a ninja. However, the side effects are not small. Taking too much will overdraw the vitality.

It has almost no effect on those who are strong beyond a certain level, but for the old patriarch in front of him, the effect is too great.

But in the current situation, you don’t have to worry about whether you are weak or not. If you can look back and say a few words, you will make money.

The tribesmen in the room stood there and watched quietly. Another tribesman came in from outside the door, and there were even a few young people wearing ninja forehead protectors.

Those were the same age group that were sent to the ninja school together with Qingjiu, but there seemed to be about twenty or so of them at first, but those who survived have all arrived today.

Qingshu is the only chuunin among them. His talent is indeed not bad. Perhaps because he has been born in two lifetimes, his mental strength is stronger than ordinary people.

Those genin naturally recognized the military food pills that Qingjiu fed to the old clan leader, but no fool jumped out and said, "You are harming the old clan leader." Everyone was quietly waiting for the last moments of the old clan leader. .

"Cough cough cough..."

Gradually, the old clan leader's face became sickly flushed, and he coughed twice in a row. He turned around and looked at the clan members around him. He raised the corners of his mouth and said angrily: "There are so many left..."

"Patriarch!"

Some elderly and emotional tribesmen couldn't help but have red eyes when they heard this.

The old patriarch wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth but did not speak. He had to save his energy to say something he wanted to say more. He turned to look at Qingjiu, or in other words, he was looking at Qingjiu and the other five ninjas. tribesmen.

"Those two children..."

The old clan leader was talking about his two grandsons. The only clan members who can help him take care of them are probably these promising children. The rest is not that they are unsympathetic, but that everyone is having a hard time.

"Don't worry, patriarch."

A somewhat skinny genin of the Fenghua clan said: "I have taken over a long-term caravan. I can help your two grandsons find some work for them."

"If you don't mind doing something you shouldn't do..."

A genin with a cold temperament said quietly: "I will teach them how to do things."

"I……"

A strong genin said in a weak tone: "I have a hard time myself..."

"that……"

A woman of the same age as Qingjiu whispered: "I just got married and it's not convenient for me to take care of two children..."

"..."

In the end, the man didn't speak, he just opened his mouth, letting people see his broken tongue.

"Konoha Hospital, two sinecures."

Qingjiu said seriously: "I can still help arrange it.

After that, if they are obedient enough, I will teach them something else. "

"cough……"

The old patriarch coughed suddenly and looked at Qingjiu's eyes glowing. Even a fool could tell which one was more reliable. He nodded heavily towards Qingjiu, which was regarded as confirmation of Qingjiu's statement.

"I said, this is not the way to determine the clan leader, right?"

The thin genin suddenly spoke with a look of reluctance: "Although Qingjiu brother can help the old clan leader take care of the children, I think, shouldn't the clan leader help the whole clan live a good life? The caravan I picked up is a big caravan!"

After the thin genin finished speaking, the atmosphere in the scene suddenly came to a standstill.

Yes, everyone knows that if there are no accidents, the position of clan leader will fall on these people who have become ninjas.

Even though they are still young, the tribesmen who have experienced the war believe in strength even more!

"I also want to compete for this position..."

The cold genin Shun turned to the one who spoke before and sneered: "It's just a caravan, kill and rob, and there will be another one."

"you!"

The skinny genin snorted.

"..."

The one with a broken tongue turned around and walked out of the door. He didn't think that someone who couldn't even speak was qualified to be the leader of the clan.

"me……"

The burly man's face turned red from suppressing his anger, he turned his head suddenly and walked out.

"Well, if I could have the position of clan leader..."

The woman looked pitiful and said: "I can live better at my husband's house..."

"Is that so..."

The old patriarch showed a helpless expression. He had seen many dramas of fighting for power when he was young. Now when he sees these dolls fighting over each other, he doesn't feel chilling or angry, but only feels deeply helpless and even absurd.

His head was confused and he didn't know what he was doing now. It took him a long time to remember that he was a human being. He looked at Qingjiu, who was not yet perverted, in confusion.

"I haven't been back for so many years, but I just didn't think about fighting for this position because I couldn't help everyone live a good life, and I didn't dare to boast about it."

Fenghua Qingjiu turned to look at her three childhood friends and said softly: "But now I think I can try being one."

"Fenghua Qingjiu you!"

The skinny genin hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't have an attack on the spot, but his face turned cold.

So what about a chuunin? Aren't you just a guy who just hides behind others and relies on others to protect him?

"You want to try it too?"

Qingjiu glanced at the three people's faces and nodded.

"Okay, let's compare according to the ninja rules?"

The expressions of the three changed.

"You three go together."

Qingjiu added: "The one who can make me bleed, I will quit and help him become the head of the family."

"..."

Looking at the silent three people, Qingjiu waited quietly, but he suddenly thought of one thing. Do you need to ban evil tricks like seduction?