Naruto: The Story of Kakashi: Skull of the Sea of ​​Blood

Chapter 173

I don't know if it's the impermanence of life or the impermanence of a ninja.

For Reihi, whether it was the ninja god Senjukuma or anyone else, it was like a legend, and what really made her feel real was Konoha Sanshin.

She had heard the story of the Three Shinobi at a very young age, representing indestructible power and absolute suppressive strength, and in a way, they were synonymous with toughness.

However, even if they are as strong as them, they will die forever in this world.

Lingxi thought of the Zilai Ye he had seen, such a tall and burly man, with a lion hair, a smile, and a very good personality, really a very good person.

What a shame....

"Who can kill him?" She said to herself.

"I heard that it was someone who knew."

Speaking of Xiao, Lingxi inevitably thought of Ah Fei, oh no, he said that his name was Uchiha Ban.

The Xiao Organization seems to be really the same as the rumors, a person has the ability to destroy a country and a ninja village, and even the powerful Zilai has not escaped their poisonous hands.

Lingxi slowly lowered his head, his gaze fell on the white envelope, but his gaze did not have a focus after all.

She was a little afraid that if she hadn't met Mr. Skyia, if she hadn't been able to tell him what she had been holding in her heart for a long time, and hadn't been comforted by him, then she would probably already be a member of Xiao now.

"Lingxi?" Her silence made Tianteng uneasy.

Now, as long as Lingxi is in a daze or distracted, Tianteng will feel uneasy.

"Do you want to tell Lord Gojin-sama about this?" She asked.

The current Imperial Shrine's health is deteriorating, and he has not come out of the bed for many days.

Perhaps he was too desperate to fall behind with injuries when he was young, and those injuries that were not properly treated ate him back in old age, so that every day was very hard.

Lingxi asked like this, Tianteng narrowed his eyes helplessly, he was also a little melancholy, he didn't know whether to say it or not, but looking at the current situation of the Imperial God Academy, it didn't mean much to say it or not.

He suddenly became a little worried, and a trace of panic appeared in Lingxi's eyes.

He said: "Lingxi, you said that grandfather will not suddenly also..." Lingxi

was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Tianteng was referring to, and she nodded noncommittally, "Perhaps, when I went to see him yesterday afternoon, his mental state was not very good."

Tianteng sighed and looked at the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard that had long been cleaned of petals, the flowers bloomed and fell, and so did life.

"Although he is usually very strict, after all, he is a grandfather that I have relied on since I was a child, and if he is gone one day, I can't imagine it."

Tianteng's feelings, Lingxi can't really empathize.

She was originally different from others, and the care and love that Tianteng received from the Imperial God Temple, she did not get the slightest.

If you have to say that the Imperial Shrine is good to her, it is probably to raise her without worrying about food and clothing.

Is this a kindness?

Reihi was thinking, Jiraiya-sama is dead, so how will Kakashi feel at this moment?

He admired Jiraiya-sama, treated him as a role model in life, and liked the books he wrote.

I'm afraid there will be no new books to read in the future.

No matter how worried she was, Lingxi would no longer run out impulsively, not to mention, now in addition to the daily necessary training, she would stay by the side of the Imperial God Courtyard to serve.

It was not that she was willing to do this, but the request of the Imperial God Temple, bringing water and medicine, these things that should have been done by personal guards, have now become the work of Lingxi.

Just do it, she doesn't care if she does this, she has no anger in the face of an old man who raised her with half a foot in the ghost door.

After Lingxi finished training, she changed into clean clothes and came to the front mansion, when she went, she saw the flowers on the other side outside the dormitory of the Imperial Shrine, and he wanted to go inside to see the Imperial Shrine, but the guards at the gate did not let him go.

"I'll go see if Lord Gojin-in is better, what's the matter with you blocking me from entering?"

The guard maintained a professional smirk that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, and his voice was gentle but tough, "Lord Mijin-in has ordered, and he has not seen anyone except a few people. He

was in a very bad mood after eating the closed-door soup, but he was still not dead, pointing to his nose and asking, "Who is someone, but I am the nephew of Lord Gojinin, how can I be said to be someone other than others?" The

guard still smiled, "This is what Lord Gojinin personally ordered, Lord Weeping Water should go back first, the sound is loud here, and it is not good to rest with Lord Gojin."

"Did I say are you holding chicken feathers as arrows?" Uncle, he must not have said that! "

The title was changed from the estranged Lord of the Imperial Temple to the affectionate uncle, but even so, the weeping water still did not make it in.

This bedroom seems to have become an enchantment that cannot be opened, and the weeping water Rao is a relatively high ranking of the flower family on the other side, but it is still helpless.

Let him defeat these guards and break in, he will never dare to do it.

Lingxi passed by him, and Weishui glared at her rather displeased.

Speaking of which, Lingxi had long been accustomed to his attitude, and did not give him half of his gaze, and went straight to the door of the bedroom.

Seeing that it was a spirit rhino, the guards hurriedly let it go, in this comparison, the fire of the weeping water was even better, but he had no choice but to scold and leave.

When Lingxi entered, the Imperial Shrine was not sleeping, and when he heard Lingxi's footsteps, he opened his cloudy eyes.

"Is the weeping water coming?" He asked.

Lingxi nodded and said, "But go back now."

"I don't want to see him, I know what he came here to say."

Tatsushui is the youngest son of the youngest brother of the Gojin-in family, and although he is his nephew, he is only a few years older than Lingxi.

Because he is the youngest son, Shuishui has been very favored since he was a child, so that his personality is arrogant and his style of acting is also very unbearable.

There is no son in the Gojin-in, only a daughter of Tianteng's mother, and now he is not in good health, but he has not decided on the next patriarch, which is the reason why the weeping water always appears recently.

"He was afraid that I would give the position of the next patriarch to Tianteng so courteously."

Counting up, if there is anyone in the other side of the Hua family, if there is anyone who is close to the blood of the Imperial God Temple, there is only one left in the weeping water.

However, unlike other families with blood succession limits, the other side flower clan did not have a technique that had to rely on blood relations.

"Although it sounds like I'm partial to my grandson, Tianteng is really outstanding, much stronger than weeping water."

Mijinin slowly turned his head, his gaze fell on Lingxi's expressionless face, he stared at this child for a long time, this child he had watched grow up since childhood, and he was raising her from the moment she fell to the ground.

She was also as innocent as someone else's daughter, when did the smile disappear from her face?

At this moment, Lingxi knelt on the side, staying quietly, ready to listen to his dispatch at any time.

This look is quiet and obedient, but lifeless.

Mijin-in looked at her for a long time, and slowly saw her mother's shadow from her face.

Later, Wu Shu was also like a spirit rhino, burying all his joys, angers and sorrows, and only obediently in front of a qualified container that did not go wrong.

For so long, he never felt that there was anything wrong with this, and he would even be complacent about their obedience, thinking that his education was good.

But now, looking at Lingxi Muran's puppet-like face, he actually felt very distressed and sad.

"Lingxi, do you hate me?" After coughing a few times, Mijinin asked her in a hoarse voice.