Konoha Qiweiju

"Sister, why haven't you seen your brother-in-law recently? What has he been doing?"

"Hashirama has something to do and has to go outside the village."

"Ah? You are about to have a wedding, why are you running outside?"

"Hashirama is the head of a village and has many things to do."

Mito said, looking a little gloomy.

But soon, she stopped feeling so gloomy.

As Hokage, Hashirama already has a lot to do, not to mention that this time it is even more urgent to capture tailed beasts for the Five Kage Conference.

Therefore, Hashirama entrusted the preparations for the wedding to the people in the clan.

Mito also understands this.

She was already very satisfied that Hashirama could arrange a make-up wedding for her.

In fact, it was said to be a wedding, but it was not about Hashirama and Mito.

The two have been married for more than ten years. Even if there was no wedding at the beginning, there is actually no need to have one now.

There are two reasons for holding this wedding.

One is that Hashirama felt guilty for not giving Mito a grand wedding.

The other is that today's Konoha needs a grand event to convey the joy after the establishment of the village.

Weddings are the most suitable one.

Especially Naruto's wedding.

This wedding is a mixture of various forces and human relationships in Konoha. It seems simple, but in fact it is extremely complicated.

Especially this wedding is on the eve of the Five Shadows Conference.

The interests of all parties in Konoha were divided after the Five Shadows Conference, and this wedding was a good opportunity for all parties to observe and understand the situation.

After all, these families used to focus on family interests. Now even if they become members of a village, it will be difficult to change this concept for a while.

What Hashirama wants to do at the wedding is to change this concept.

The change in Mito's face was visible to Shinshu.

Being the woman behind Naruto is not an easy thing.

My sister's aggressive personality has become much calmer, and she has become much more stable.

Zhenxiu patted Mito on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Sister, it's okay, I will accompany you as long as your brother is there. When you get married, I will definitely give you a big gift."

"What big gift can you give me? I'm broke. Has the restaurant made any money?"

After hearing this, Zhenxiu performed the art of face-changing.

The originally beaming face suddenly turned dark.

"Forget it, there aren't many guests. It's midnight and the villagers have already gone to bed."

"Who asked you to open the door in the middle of the night? You deserve it."

"You think I want to, but I am also forced to have no choice."

"What's wrong? Someone else is forcing you?"

Zhen Xiuzhen wanted to answer loudly, but there was a system to persecute him.

But he couldn't explain it clearly.

"Oh, don't mention it. I had a master before, and his requirement for accepting a disciple was to open the business early in the morning. I respect my master."

The real cultivator made up a lie casually and told one thing after another.

"Is there such a perverted request?"

"Who says it's not? That's a perversion."

Zhenxiu said angrily.

"Ding, host, please pay attention to your words and deeds, and do not program the system, otherwise the reward will be halved and the points required to redeem recipes will be doubled."

When Zhen Xiu heard this, he immediately shut up.

This system is so cruel.

Seeing Zhen Xiu's weird look, Mito had long been used to it.

"It's useless to tell you these things. In two days, dad will be here. You should be more honest then and don't bother him again. He is almost eighty, so he can't be angry anymore.

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"I know, you keep telling me this. As long as he doesn't object to my cooking, I won't bother to argue with him."

Zhenxiu raised his head and looked away.

Speaking of that old guy, I really miss him a little.

Although he came to this world with the memories of his previous life, the father-son relationship with Uzumaki Uzushio is not fake.

There were many children in the Uzumaki, but many died too.

Mito was not his first child, but he was the oldest to survive.

True cultivation is the last one.

When Shinshu was born, Uzushio was already in his sixties. He was old and had a son, so he loved Shinshu even more.

Before the age of six, it can be said that he doted on Zhenxiu to the extreme.

Most children may not be able to remember it, but for true practitioners, they remember it clearly.

But after he was six years old, Shinsu showed interest in cooking and did not want to become a ninja, but this made the old man angry.

The relationship between father and son has become more subtle.

It is not difficult to understand Uzumaki's thoughts. In troubled times, anyone who is not a ninja but a chef is simply a loser.

Logically speaking, Uzumaki is not wrong.

Unfortunately, the true cultivator knew that the troubled times were about to be quelled, and a peaceful era that would last for more than ten years would usher in, so he was not interested in the path of ninja.

Everyone has his own ideal.

Zhenxiu doesn't want to dominate the world. He just wants to open a small shop, cook two special dishes, pour a glass of bulk liquor, and happily guard the small shop for the rest of his life.

The ideal of true cultivation is not great, it can be said to be spineless, but everyone has their own choices, and they cannot be right or wrong.

For true practitioners, it is enough for people to live happily.

But after his conversation with Tobirama, he was also thinking about what he could do for Konoha.

Seeing Shinshu's stubborn look, Mito was helpless.

Fortunately, with her present this time, even if the two father and son quarrel, she can mediate it, and the atmosphere should not be too awkward.

It’s simply up to you to practice cultivation.

Mito still loves his younger brother very much.

Under the moonlight, there is no one in Qiweiju.

It has been almost a month, and apart from occasionally entertaining Tobirama and Hashirama who worked late into the night, Shinshu has not seen any other guests.

But he's used to it.

This free time allows real practitioners to work hard on practicing knife skills.

Pieces of white radish flew out under the sharp knife, forming an arc and falling on the plate neatly.

This kind of knife skills is a little better than before.

The swordsman who has reached a proficiency level of 99 has gradually developed some different feelings from before.

After cutting a white radish, Zhen Xiu stood there quietly.

The civil and military sword in his hand remained motionless, and his eyes were closed directly.

The moonlight reflected on his body, like covering him with a snow coat.

The quiet and beautiful picture quietly freezes, as if the whole world has paused.

Suddenly, Zhen Xiu suddenly opened his eyes.

A wonderful feeling brings happiness to the soul.

The civil and military sword in his right hand turned gently, circled on the palm of his hand, and returned to its original place.

He quickly took out another white radish with his left hand.

"That's what it feels like!"

His left hand moved from the right side to the left side of the white radish, and he pressed it tightly. Then, the kitchen knife in his right hand moved!

Ta-ta-ta!

The kitchen knife hit the chopping board, as if the white radish didn't exist at all.

But the blade definitely cut into the white radish.

Whoosh!

Pieces of white radish flew up again, reflecting the moon, and it looked like a halo.

Every slice is like this!

Both the thickness and the flying height are exactly the same.

Terrible control!

The last piece of white radish flew up, and Zhenxiu struck the civil and military sword on the chopping board with a thud.

Done!

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the basic knife skills. The reward points are 1,000. Please keep up the good work."