Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Senjujuma's heart stopped beating.

No breathing, no heartbeat - no pain to die.

In an instant, the situation turned upside down.

The young man who inexplicably appeared to save Uchiha Izuna and then killed Senju Hashirama put the bright golden light ball in his hand into his sleeve. At the same time, Uchiha Madara attacked with a livid face, before everyone could react.

"Brother!" Uchiha Izumi was worried that Uchiha Madara's eyes were on the verge of collapse. Although he hadn't figured out what happened, he still rushed to help without hesitation.

The attack from Qianshou Feijian came at the same time as him, and the eyes of the young man who hadn't dealt with him from head to toe were filled with intense and deep grief. The grief was so sudden and violent that Qianshou Feijian couldn't control his emotions for the time being. Facial expression, on the face is a kind of empty and bewildered but unconsciously distorted expression.

"Uchiha." Senshou Feijian's tone was calm, suppressing the breathless emotions, "How about joining forces for a while?"

Senshou Feijian felt that everything in front of him was like a dream that was so absurd that it made people laugh. Senshou Bashima died so lightly and without feeling. His brother died so lightly... up?

In order to save a Uchiha, just die like that?

Died at the hands of someone who doesn't know who it is?

Sensibility is clamoring to escape from this reality, but rationality is soberly aware that this reality cannot be changed.

Qianshou Feijian felt that he had been split into two halves, half of himself seemed to be shattered and his mind became a mess, like a lunatic who could do nothing but cry and howl, while the other half of himself was calm and terrifying, Lian Lianyin's hand didn't tremble at all, and it was even faster and smoother than before.

He seemed to be getting stronger, but he couldn't feel the joy.

Only the endless killing intent continued, biting his heart full of holes and pain into the marrow of his bones.

Then, he saw the young man looking at them tilting his head and shaking the Kagura bell in his hand. The clear ringing sound was like a huge boulder hitting him head-on, making him dizzy and buzzing in his ears. Before anything, it was completely plunged into darkness.

There was blood flowing from the corner of Uchiha Madara's eyes. He was stronger than Uchiha Quanna and Senju Tomona, so the ringing of the bell only hurt him but did not faint. He knew very well that the person in front of him was not something he could deal with. It may not be possible to win by joining hands with Qianshouzhujian. The stronger you are, the more accurately you can estimate the gap between yourself and the enemy.

The person in front of him is too strong, and for a moment he will even have the illusion that what he is facing is not a human being, but an unfathomable abyss that swallows everything, and as long as he steps out, he will be smashed to pieces forever.

What's more, due to the continuous high-intensity fighting in recent years, his blood-inherited disease has gradually developed to a stage where it is difficult to control, and if he continues to use it like this without restraint, he will soon lose his eyesight completely.

But this didn't prevent him from frantically overdrawing his strength to try to keep the young man, and every move was aimed at the vitals as if desperate.

Madara Uchiha did indeed succeed. Although no substantial damage was left, the young man stopped in his tracks, frowned and sighed in distress, "He did it voluntarily."

There was still a little bit of grievance in his tone, and he didn't seem to understand why Uchiha Madara and the others attacked him.

Uchiha Madara didn't speak, and he didn't have the strength to speak anymore. Just maintaining the current state has exhausted all his strength, like a bowstring that is stretched so full that it almost collapses. Once there is a slight error, it will collapse immediately. Broken, blood gushes out from his eyes, ears, and mouth. In fact, he can hardly see anything in front of his eyes. The whole world is full of blood red, deep and light red overwhelming the sky like a surging tide. It all smelled of blood, and it was fishy and astringent in the mouth of the throat.

"If you continue like this, you won't be able to bear it." A cold hand fell on his eyes, and the coolness penetrated through the skin to soothe the meridians around the eyes. "Do you really want him to die that much?"

"Hashirama..." Uchiha Madara's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know how to describe his current mood, so he just nodded instinctively. The first impression that came to mind was the watermelon head with a silly smile by the small river The young man speaks with great ambition to bring peace to the world.

He and Senju Bashirama stood in opposing positions, but he never doubted that if anyone could really bring peace to this war-torn and bloody world, that person would definitely be Senju Zhuma.

"He can't die yet..." Uchiha Madara murmured, "I will never pick him up... just die like this!"

The death made him feel so absurd and unbelievable.

When he got excited, the blood that had been so hard to stop in his eyes began to flow out again. His blood flowed to the young man's fingertips. Licking it lightly, Uchiha Madara seemed to vaguely hear the young man whispering "Tsukiyomi" in the muddy red, and then he heard the young man say: "The voluntary transaction is irreversible."

"But," the young man added slowly, "you can exchange his soul back."

"What do you want?" Uchiha Madara asked, but he already had an answer in his heart.

"Equivalent exchange." The young man replied, "Some people's souls are gravel, and some people's souls are stars."

"The soul in the Thousand Hands Pillar will be the brightest first-class star in the night sky."

"And so will you."

In this world where the moon reaches the sky by ninjutsu, it is not unacceptable for the soul to become a star.

His implication is self-evident, if he wants to save Senju Hashirama, he can only exchange it with Uchiha Madara himself.

"You have a pair of beautiful eyes." The young man's fingertips lingered in the corners of Uchiha Madara's eyes, "Adults will like it."

"I..." Uchiha Madara subconsciously looked at Uchiha Izumi who fell not far away, and the young man smiled lightly, "When you think clearly, just call my name."

"My name is Zong Jue."

"But you only have seven days. After seven days, the Qianshou Zhujian will become stars forever."

No matter how ruthless and thoughtful Uchiha Madara will be in the future, now he is just a half-grown child who is not yet an adult in modern society when he is in his teens. Unconsciously, he will be merciful, and will look forward to depicting the arrival of a peaceful world with great ambitions. Most of the things that will shape "Uchiha Madara" in the future have not happened yet. His strength is still growing and has not reached its peak. As soon as he suppressed his aura, his mind went blank, and he was led away unconsciously by Zong Jue's words.

According to Huo Huanfan, Uchiha Madara really began to mature and transform in his world after Uchiha Quanna’s death Uchiha Madara took over as the patriarch of the Uchiha Clan, wrestling with the elders inside and fighting with the Senju Clan for life and death Forcibly forced out of the city and ruthless, Uchiha Madara's practice at this stage is far from enough.

Look at this young, arrogant and foolish Uchiha Madara, we are all here to bully him.

"It's really too much for the main hall to bully children like this."

A few days later, Kohomaru sat on the roof of the Moon Ship and watched Uchiha Madara approaching behind Zong Jue with a generous expression of dying, and said with a smile.

"Compared to this, it is better to pay attention to his reading range." Sanri Yue Zongjin enjoyed his leisurely rest time with a teacup in his hand, "I have read similar books about this line in the front main hall. It’s a love story that girls are interested in.”

He still remembered sentences like "You managed to get my attention" and "I'll give you three days to think about it, but you can't escape my grasp", which were surprisingly interesting to read.

"Is Mikazukiden talking about the books on the general's desk?" Yaken Toshiro asked while helping Mikazuki Zongjin put on the hair accessories, "The ones with the brightly colored covers?"

Among the plain-colored books on the table, those fancy covers were really conspicuous. Yaken Toshiro didn't look at the contents inside, but only looked at the titles on the covers...

Admiral's taste is really very chic.

"Maybe." Sanri Yue Zongjin said, "Old people can't remember things clearly."

"For example, you forgot that there is still a task today?" Xiaohumaru knocked Sanka Yue Zongjin on the forehead, "It will be very embarrassing for you to do this to the main hall."

"The weather is really too cold." Sanri Yuezong sighed, "The battle clothes really don't keep you warm at all."

If he couldn't put a turtleneck sweater under his clothes, the cold wind would keep pouring in from his neck, so cold that he didn't want to move at all, he just wanted to stay in the kotatsu in Zong Jue's study peeling oranges and drinking tea.

The time when the original spirit on the plateau can transform into a human form must be during the warm spring and summer. If it is winter, he will probably not hesitate to put on four or five layers of sweaters and then wear armor.

It is inevitable to be afraid of the cold when you are old, and he is not like those children in Awataguchi who can run outside in shorts in winter.

Thinking this way, Sankai Yuezong saw Xiaohumaru's large skin exposed to the cold air in a blink of an eye, paused and turned his head back.

The elder brother probably has invisible fur to keep warm.

"Hey, if you don't get there, it's too late." Tsurumaru stepped on the ladder and put his hands on the eaves. He looked much more energetic than before, and he vaguely had the lively appearance that Tsurumaru Kuninaga should have.

——Xiao Jinjian, who was locked in the room, looked up the dictionary and wrote the self-criticism, has deep merits and fame.

Madara Uchiha contacted Zong Jue with the belief that he would die. He originally thought that Zong Jue would take his life directly as he did with Senju Hashirama, but Zong Jue only said after resurrecting Senju Hashirama, "My lord see you", and then took him to the capital of the Fire Nation, and he had time to catch a glimpse of how Senju Hashirama crawled out of the grave with his head covered in dirt, scaring a large group of people who came to worship him , and was frightened by the rare tears of his younger brother Qianshou's door in a thousand years, and looked stupid as if he was going to cry in the next second.

Zong Jue brought him before the gods.

"Your eyes are very beautiful." Shenming sighed, and put his fingertips on his eyes, "It would be a pity if you lose your spirit."

Madara Uchiha was not the only one who came to visit Moon Ship today. When Zong Jue came out with Madara Uchiha, he bumped into the second guest.

There is no difference between the fire country daimyo and when he left some time ago, the puppet sealed his old age, but his eyes were full of exhaustion, and his back was bent.

His three sons, although he was disappointed by the struggle for power, were brought up by himself after all, died of accidents one after another a few days ago.

This is the price the gods charged him. When he scolded, the envoy in black just raised his hand and covered the mocking arc of his lips with a juniper fan, and said casually: "Since you have lived forever, you don't need any heirs, right?" .”

A basin of cold water was poured fiercely on his feverish brain, making him ache all over from the cold.

He was full of awe again, without any arrogance.

"Who is this?" The fire country daimyo looked at Uchiha Madara, trying to open the topic.

Zong Jue smiled and said sideways: "This is the representative of the adult in the world."

Uchiha Madara, who had just sold himself out neatly, looked at the fire country daimyo with a smile on his face and talked nicely, always feeling that something was wrong.

Maybe nothing is quite right.

The author has something to say:

[Zong Jue's battle diary: Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama cooperate equally, this is the best session I have ever led]

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