Across the door curtain, her voice was not abnormal at all, and it sounded like she was really puzzled: "Where is Uchiha going to fix this? ... Anyway, bring someone over."

"OK."

After a while, there were overlapping footsteps in the corridor. Taohua knew that the person was coming. She put down the scissors and stared at the figure printed on the curtain.

"Grandma, someone brought it."

"Let her in, you go first."

Hearing this order, the young man outside was speechless for a few seconds, and said glumly: "...Yes, grandma, you must call me if you have anything."

After speaking, one of them left the corridor, leaving only another slender shadow standing there.

The door to the Japanese room was opened.

Seeing the appearance of the visitor, Taohua sat in front of the low table, with a dazzling brilliance in her eyes.

"It's really you."

Zhenyang's expression did not change, she closed the door and sat down directly opposite Taohua, not being polite at all.

"Long time no see, Taohua." She said hello.

The old man smiled, his wrinkled face in stark contrast to the handsome face of the man in front of him.

"I thought that Uchiha Maou, who was widely rumored by the outside world, was just the same name as that of the Warring States period, but I didn't expect it to be him."

"What about me, and what about me? The one from the Warring States Period is dead, and... she doesn't have a kaleidoscope."

The oranges that Maou bought incidentally in the future were placed on the table, and he took out one of them and slowly peeled them.

"It's you, how did you recognize me at a glance?"

"Don't underestimate the eyesight of the old man. Even if your skin is still young, the aura and eyes around you can't be acquired by just spending a few years on the battlefield."

"They can't see it, can't I still see it, even if you Uchiha's ragged naming style will easily repeat the name, but I know exactly what you look like..." Taohua looked at the other party and peeled it off. Orange's action deliberately yin and yang strangely said, "I'm here, what are you doing with something?"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to reach out and take it, but all of a sudden it was empty.

I saw Zhen Yang quickly tie up the bag and put it aside, with an indifferent expression: "You take care of me, can't I buy it for myself?"

Taohua: "........."

are you crazy! Do you buy something to eat at someone else's house to show them?

Don't just say a few words to you, is it still human to bully the elderly? Uchiha, who holds a grudge.

She angrily withdrew her hand.

After making trouble, the two still consciously brought the topic to the right track and started talking about business.

"So - what's the matter with you coming to me?" Taohua picked up a piece of orange and put it in her mouth, chewing slowly.

Zhen Yang raised her eyebrows: "I suddenly heard that you are still alive, let's see if you are dead."

The other side was so angry that it almost turned black.

"...If you can't speak, please shut up. I'm not old yet, but you're mad at me."

She smiled and said lightly: "Just kidding, don't be angry. But I did come to chat with you. Now you are the only one who really knows me and can talk to me."

"Yeah, they've all left, and I'm the only one left. When I'm gone too, there's really no one in the village who can recognize you. Those guys in Rijian are not familiar with you." Taohua pouted. , a muffled groan came out of your throat, "I'm very curious, how did you live until now, and you still look so young... Are you now the sister of the Uchiha clan leader?"

"I was originally from this era." Zhen Yang interrupted her.

"What...!" Taohua was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and muttered to himself, "No wonder... No wonder Tobirama-sama he..."

"What happened to the Thousand Hands Tobirama?"

She pulled back her thoughts instantly, looked at the woman opposite her, and spoke slowly after a long time.

"Tobirama-sama once studied a ninjutsu that can summon the dead to the present world, called Reincarnation of the Earth. Shortly after your death, he used this technique more than once to revive you and understand the situation back then."

Hearing this, Zhen Yang was a little surprised, but when she heard the latter sentence, she was completely stunned, and said with certainty, "He failed."

"Yes, Tobirama-sama failed."

Taohua lowered her eyes: "Now that I think about it, Reincarnation cannot summon a person who has not yet been born in the world. The moment you disappear, your existence has been erased."

She slowly picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for the other party, and placed it in front of the man.

"Afterwards, maybe it was because I figured it out or something else, Tobirama-sama gave up, and also deleted the records about you in the history books. I couldn't figure out why I did this at the time, but now everything is clear. "

Zhen Yang was taken aback: "The record about me?... It seems that he really listened to my reminder to him."

She held her chin and thought about it, and told the other party all the reasons for her going to the Warring States Period.

"You don't look surprised."

Taohua smiled and said, "I'm surprised that you appeared in front of me. What does it matter if you know the reason? I'm about to go to earth, even if you tell me Uchiha Madara deceived the corpse. It won't surprise me too much."

"........."

This description is really... Maou secretly snorted.

"You're kidding too, Taohua."

"Didn't I learn this from you?"

Taohua glanced at her and said lightly, "What? I thought you would be happier when I said that."

"How can I be happy, my relationship with Madara has long since ended."

Zhen Yang held up the teacup to block the obscurity in his eyes, and his tone was also a little cold: "No matter what happened before the battle in the Valley of the End, he was dead, and I was still alive, and life will always go on."

"..." Taohua was at a loss for words, and heard that she was complaining about Qianshou Shima. Also, even if Madara Uchiha's actions are known to be inappropriate, there will be some emotional resentment.