I don't know how Qianshou Taohua raised children.

"What is the purpose of this visit?"

Just listening to the person in front of you coming up is an unceremonious opening remark.

Zhen Yang wasn't annoyed either, she was still calm, as if she came here on a whim.

"Just wanted to ask some questions, little things."

Sugisaki Haruki frowned in displeasure, but when he thought of the words that his grandmother explained, he also suppressed the impatience in his heart.

"If you have anything, just tell me, I will do my best to help."

Zhen Yang's smile became more sincere: "It's not that troublesome, I just want to know if anyone in Qianshou has ever awakened Mu Dun Xueji?"

Chunhui glanced at her suspiciously: "Where did you hear any rumors? The threshold of Mu Dun is higher than your Uchiha's writing wheel, how can it be so easy to awaken? Nobody."

Although he is a side member, but now Qianshou is like this, no one is better than anyone else, but because he is the grandson of the elder of the Qianshou family, he knows more than others.

All in all, he is taking over most of the affairs of the Qianshou family. Even if the family is separated, there needs to be a few people who can manage it.

As he said that, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his expression was a little strange: "Speaking of this, there is indeed a ninja in the village who is not from his own family but can use Mudun."

Hearing this, Zhen Yang sat up slightly and listened carefully to what he continued to say.

"That person used to be a test subject of Orochimaru, the only one who survived among the many people who received Mudun cells. He used to work at the root and was transferred to Anbu not long ago."

"Woodun cells?" Now she was puzzled. Orochimaru had heard some rumors about the human experiment in private. Because of this, the man defected from Konoha after being discovered. It's just that she didn't have a chance to learn about the content of the experiment, but she was a little surprised that she would get the answer from Qianshou.

Chunhui nodded solemnly: "You shouldn't know this. In short, it is the cell extract of Hashima-sama. When Tobirama-sama was alive, he had done experiments on wood escape cells. After his sacrifice, the laboratory was banned. Yes, I just didn't expect Orochimaru to take advantage of it."

Maou: "..."

This—Mao didn’t know what to say for a while, let’s not talk about how Orochimaru got the Mudun Cells, Senshou Tobirama’s bewildering behavior alone left her speechless.

If the other party gets Uchiha's writing wheel, I'm afraid there will be another mess.

She always thought that Hashimama's younger brother was very suffocating. The ability to pit each other in love has been passed down in the same vein, and Tobirama's elder brother was not relentless.

If he knew that his laboratory had been stolen, he would be so angry that he would sit up from the coffin.

"So, even if you don't have the Qianshou bloodline, as long as you can successfully transplant the Mudun cells, you can still use the Mudun?"

"In theory, it does."

At this time, Chunhui, who had said a lot of secrets, finally came to his senses, and he looked at Zhenyang who fell into silence.

"What did you ask Mu Dun about?"

Zhen Yang snorted, shook his head and said, "Because of some new discoveries... Maybe I'm overthinking it."

After all, she lowered her eyes and didn't bother about this matter anymore. It's just that the obviously insincere words made the man in front of him frequently look sideways, and he gave her a contemptuous look half-believingly.

"If you're really worried, just ask Hokage directly."

"...You're right." Zhen Yang smiled, without a trace of interest in her eyes, "You told me all these things? I remember we only met once."

Chunhui curled his lips after hearing this: "If Grandma Taohua asked me to help you as much as possible, do you think you would be able to step in here for the second time?" Xu Shi felt that his expression was too rude, he rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes. He quickly returned to normal. "Actually, these are not unspeakable. The senior officials of Konoha are all aware of this, but they did not announce it to the outside world. Besides, there is no need to tell unrelated people about this kind of pickling in the village, so Except for those individuals in the elders, only a few people in our clan who have the right to speak know."

"Anyway, I want to thank you for telling me this."

Chun Hui let out a satisfied grunt, and before the other party left, he suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I have something for you."

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked into the inner room, only to come out again after a long time, but there was an extra quaint little sword in his hand, and there were many scratches on the scabbard, which looked very old.

Seeing this familiar and unfamiliar saber, Zhen Yang couldn't help but froze.

"This is what my grandmother asked me to pass to you before her death. You just came here today, so I'll give it to you."

Chunhui said this with no expression on her face, as if she was just holding something insignificant, but Zhen Yang knew that this knife meant a lot to her.

——This is the saber she left in that accident.

Zhen Yang took the heavy little sword, and her heart was full of emotions for a while. She gently stroked the scabbard covered with thin gray in her hand, and even felt the fan pattern engraved on it.

Holding the handle of the knife, he quickly drew the knife. The white body of the knife reflected a cold and cold light in the dimly lit room. Just by looking at it, one could feel the bloody aura that had accumulated for decades, which made people shudder.

Over the decades, this knife has not been damaged but is still well preserved, which shows the careful care of the collector.

Zhen Yang's expression suddenly slowed down, she put the knife in its sheath, placed it lightly on the table, and looked directly at the serious-looking man in front of her. Before she could express her gratitude, Chunhui continued to speak.

"I heard from grandma that it was given to her by Tobirama-sama, but I don't understand why she gave it to you again. In short, you can keep it and cherish it."

He said that with some reluctance, it can be seen that if he hadn't come here by himself, he might not want to hand over the knife at all.

The man's chattering words were in his ears, but Zhenyang was still immersed in the words the other party said just now, and a sense of absurdity and shock occurred in his heart.