Konoha Qiweiju

There is a big difference between frogs and toads.

But in terms of look and feel, it's pretty much the same.

Jiraiya thought about it for a while, but still couldn't resist the invasion of delicious food, so he ate three large bowls without tears.

I almost burped after eating.

"This meal has been really enjoyable! Boss Zhenxiu, your craftsmanship is truly unparalleled."

Zhenxiu smiled and said, "Just get used to it."

"I'm used to it, I'm so used to it! Boss Zhenxiu, look there's still a little soup left here, can I take it away? If I heat up the soup tomorrow, I can eat it with several bowls of rice.

"

Jiraiya looked at the remaining soup with greedy eyes.

Zhen Xiu was stunned for a moment.

Only now did he realize that the hero he thought was Jiraiya was now just a poor orphan.

Even though he is already a genin, he still cannot afford three meals a day due to financial constraints.

Later, the reason why he didn't need to save so much money and cheated Naruto of the money in Toad's wallet was probably because he was afraid of poverty, right?

I'm afraid there are many, many people like Jiraiya in this world.

Shinshu began to understand why Hashirama wanted to create a peaceful world.

Peace is really important.

"These are your things, you can do with them however you want."

"Really? That's great!"

Under the night, Jiraiya returned home with the remaining pickled pepper frog soup and carefully placed it in the refrigerator, waiting to experience this delicious taste again the next day.

"Why don't you let him come over to eat more times?"

Meatball asked, pressing his bulging belly.

Zhenxiu shook his head and said with a smile: "No need. Everyone has his own way of living. The same is true for Jiraiya. I don't need to give him too much sympathy, he can live his own way."

"You still have so many principles."

"Just the usual amount."

The days passed by like this.

After the First Ninja War ended, there was finally another piece of good news.

That is, Banshu's wife is pregnant with a second child.

After being verified by the Hyuga clan's eyes, it was a boy.

Having both children is a great blessing to many people.

Tsunade was also extremely happy after knowing that she would have a younger brother.

"Great! I'm going to have a little brother! After he is born, I must protect him!"

Tsunade was very excited.

"You are so violent, it would be nice if your brother didn't get beaten by you."

Jiraiya habitually carried Tsunade.

Tsunade frowned and said coldly: "Huh! I won't do that! My violence is only aimed at you, a pervert!"

Orochimaru on the side was a little curious.

“What does the birth of new life look like?”

Orochimaru muttered to himself, looking a little strange.

Jiraiya soon discovered this.

"Orochimaru, are you okay? Ever since your parents passed away, you have been acting strange. Could it be that you are possessed by an evil spirit?"

Jiraiya was a little worried, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so he could only ask in this arrogant tone.

"Jiraiya! Can you speak? Orochimaru is already very sad!"

Tsunade punched Jiraiya in the stomach.

Of course, it didn't take much effort.

Orochimaru smiled and did not answer Jiraiya's question, but said: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Orochimaru!"

Jiraiya wanted to say something else, but Orochimaru didn't stop and wait.

"Look at you, Orochimaru is angry." Tsunade complained.

"He's not angry, he's just sad somewhere else."

Jiraiya whispered.

"Then you shouldn't have said that."

Tsunade complained.

Jiraiya was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

But Orochimaru did become a little strange.

It has become different from before.

But it’s no wonder that anyone’s parents will become strange when they die.

What's more, Orochimaru is just an eight-year-old child.

He has endured grief that no one at this age should have to endure.

Konoha Memorial Monument.

Orochimaru stood quietly in front of the tombstone.

The names of many people are densely engraved on it.

Two of them are his parents.

Orochimaru looked at the two names quietly, a trace of tears flashing in his golden pupils.

Sad?

Of course it's sad.

Orochimaru is not a man of steel, of course he will be sad.

Even very sad.

"Why do people die? Can't they always live well?"

Orochimaru murmured to himself, with many strange thoughts coming to his mind.

Suddenly, he saw a white thing underneath the memorial tablet.

"What's this?"

Out of curiosity, Orochimaru picked up the white thing.

"It looks a bit like snake skin, but why is it white? Are there any white snakes?"

Orochimaru said doubtfully.

At this time, a voice suddenly came.

"The white snake symbolizes new hope and eternal life. It is said that people who see it will have good luck."

Orochimaru was stunned, and when he looked back, he only saw the red hair and the golden pupils that were somewhat similar to his own.

"True boss?"

Orochimaru was quite surprised, he didn't expect to see Shinshu here.

Zhenxiu smiled faintly, placed the white flowers in his hand on the memorial tablet, and bowed respectfully.

"Boss Zhenxiu, do you also have the names of your relatives on this commemorative monument?"

"Yes, I have a few friends. I didn't expect them to leave so early."

"Would you like them to come back to life?"

"certainly."

"Then what can be done?"

True cultivator is silent.

Orochimaru thought that there was no way to practice true cultivation.

"Boss Zhenxiu, you said this white snake symbolizes eternal life. Is eternal life very meaningful? If you will never die, you won't have so much sadness."

Hearing this, Zhenxiu gently rubbed Orochimaru's hair and said with a smile: "Orochimaru, no matter what happens when people live in this world, they will always have sadness. Eternal life can reduce some of the sadness, but it will also increase some of it.

No matter what choice you make, it’s just a trade-off.”

Orochimaru was thoughtful after hearing this.

I won’t bother if I’m a true cultivator.

Eight-year-old Orochimaru is a handsome young lady.

At this time, he did not have the gloomy temperament he would later have.

I don’t know what this young man has gone through to turn his gentle temperament into such a gloomy one.

Speaking of which, it's really a pity.

"Orochimaru, come to Shichimiju when you have time, and I'll treat you to dinner."

"Thank you, Boss Zhenxiu."

"You are welcome."

The two of them left without talking much.

Orochimaru looked at the white snake skin in his hand and made a decision in his mind.

"The sadness of death is so sad. I don't want to experience it again. If there is sadness in eternal life, it must be easier to bear than the sadness of death."

eternal life.

These two words took root in the heart of the eight-year-old Orochimaru.