Naruto: Konoha’s Kanpu

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was still bright, the two Hanfeng brothers were rudely called out by Yueguang Xingye.

"Dad, it's still early for school."

The cold wind looked at the time, it was only early five o'clock, and suddenly collapsed.

After the cold wind last night upgraded the chakra refining technique to perfection, he refined chakra for half an hour, and then practiced the forbidden technique of physical activation, using chakra to stimulate the activity of muscle cells, and the stimulation process requires strict microscopic manipulation of chakra , So Han Feng's spirit has been highly tense, and at eleven o'clock in the evening, his mental will was finally overwhelmed, and he fell asleep tiredly!

"Not going to school."

Yueguang Hoshino wore a black long-sleeved shirt, and solemnly handed over two smaller clothes of the same color and style, and said in a condensed voice, "Cold wind, strong wind, hurry up!"

"All right."

Although Han Feng didn't know what happened, it seemed to be a big deal. He didn't dare to wear it, so he took the clothes and put them on.

Gale squinted his eyes the whole time, dressed and washed in a daze like sleepwalking, and when he woke up, he was already outside, and there was a rice ball in his hand.

"Brother, where am I?"

Gao Feng chewed the rice ball in his mouth, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the dozens of people in front of him curiously, "What are you all doing so early?"

"Go to the... funeral!"

The cold wind whispered softly.

At this time, at the door of Hanfeng's house, a group of moonlight clan wearing black clothes had gathered, about fifty or sixty people, men and women, young and old, including Yueguang Inoue, Yueguang Panasonic, and Yueguang Liangfeng and others, all of them looked sad.

Cold wind is not stupid, you don't need to guess what you are doing.

"Let's go."

Yueguang Hoshino sighed and walked towards Konoha's Martyrs' Cemetery first, and the rest of the Yueguang clan followed him and left in a mighty manner.

Han Feng and Gao Feng followed Keeko and walked behind, the atmosphere was very depressed, and even Han Feng and Gao Feng did not want to speak.

At 6:30, the group finally reached the Martyrs Cemetery. At this time, the three generations of Hokage Sarutobi Hiizan, Shun Koharu, Mito Gate Yan, and even Shimura Danzo have all arrived in the Martyrs Cemetery. Anbu, who was wearing a white mask, and Uchiha, who maintained order, while the bodies of one hundred and thirty-two ninjas lay peacefully in the open coffins for their relatives to offer their last condolences.

The cold wind followed in the crowd, first observed a moment of silence for the deceased clansmen, then lined up to offer flowers to the dead clansmen, and finally stood aside, quietly waiting for the arrival of the burial time.

Of course, Han Feng's eyes were not idle. He looked around. There were almost a thousand people who came to express their condolences. At this time, they were saying their final farewell to their relatives. Many people were kneeling on the ground and crying.

Then, Han Feng's gaze naturally fell on Hizan Sarutobi.

This thin man was wearing a Hokage robe, with a straight waist, black hair, no wrinkles, and no age spots. His eyes were like electricity, and there was a hint of anger in his sadness, but he didn't show any signs of aging.

And standing next to him, Koharu and Mito Gate Flame... the cold wind passed directly.

Then the cold wind turned his gaze on Shimura Danzo.

Danzo was standing at the back of Sarutobi Hibiki, and his whole body exuded a sinister aura, which made people tremble.

At this moment, Danzo was bowing his head in silence, but he folded his arms around his chest, giving him an indescribable sense of strength.

Han Feng's gaze fell on the bandage that wrapped around his right eye on Tuanzang's head, guessing that he should have had a writing wheel eye transplanted by this time.

The cold wind didn't dare to look more, and turned his attention to other people.

Um?

Orochimaru? !

Unpredictable, the cold wind's heart was beating like a drum, and just as he was about to look away, the Orochimaru over there seemed to sense the peeping of the cold wind, and the pair of golden vertical pupils had already glanced here.

The two looked at each other, and Han Feng's heart beat faster, but Orochimaru seemed to have forgotten this little guy, and just glanced at it and looked away.

Han Feng swallowed and continued to watch. He saw Haiichi Yamanaka, Dingza Akida, and Shikaku Nara who were standing together. Because there were no members of the three major families among the sacrificed ninjas, this funeral, the Zhuludie family. The three representative figures were dispatched.

Afterwards, Han Feng saw the representatives of the Oil Girl Clan and the Inuzuka Clan. Looking back, Han Feng's eyelids suddenly jumped.

A touch of gold and a touch of red suddenly entered his pupils.

Namikaze Minato and Vortex Kushina? !

Cold wind suffocated, and subconsciously wanted to throw two collection techniques in the past.

But after thinking about it, at such a long distance, let's not say whether it can be collected or not. Even if he can, if he collects Kunai Throwing, then he will not regret it.

Namifeng Minato's Spiral Pills, Immortal Mode, Flying Thunder God, and Kushina's various powerful perverted sealing techniques, all of which are hard to come by. If you say anything, you have to lick it before you go to collect it ruthlessly!

As for how to contact them, Han Feng didn't have any idea after thinking about it for a long time, so he could only wait and see what happened.

About half an hour later, the atmosphere at the scene gradually calmed down, so Sarutobi Hizan walked slowly to the crowd and announced the burial.

The tombstones of each sacrificed ninja have been prepared, in addition to recording the life of the deceased, there are also glorious deeds sacrificed for the village.

Under the reluctant gaze of the cold wind, one hundred and thirty-two coffins were buried in the ground.

Then, Sarutobi Hizan made a speech about the will of fire, emphasizing that the sacrificed companions will not be sacrificed in vain, and their will of fire will definitely be inherited and never extinguished, and then express their hatred, the village will definitely Huibao will definitely make Shayin Village pay a painful price!

Han Feng stood in the crowd watching Sarutobi Hijen's speech, and he was really excited by what he said. For a while, he wanted to burn himself directly to illuminate others, and for a while, he wanted to go to the front line in the next second to kill Sand Shinobu. Companion revenge.

But fortunately, Han Feng is a strong-willed person who keeps repeating his dreams in his heart, finally suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

"Brother, I'm so hungry."

The little brother standing beside the cold wind suddenly pulled his hand and whispered pitifully.

The two brothers ate a rice ball when they went out, then walked for more than an hour, and then stood for another two hours. The wind was already so hungry that his chest was on his back.

The cold wind can't help it, and whispered: "Just bear with it, it will be over soon."

"Oh."

Seeing that the elder brother had no choice but to stand firm.

The speech of the three generations of Hokage lasted about an hour and a half, and when the little brother was so hungry that his eyes were staring, it finally ended.

The wind was crying.

"Go home."

Seeing Gale's appearance, Hui Keiko said with relief, "Haifeng, don't be too sad. Uncles and uncles in the sky will definitely not want to see everyone crying and grief-stricken."

"Aunt Huihuizi, it's not like this, that, that..."

Ji Feng's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he didn't know how to speak.

"Mom, go home quickly, you're starving to death." Han Feng said softly beside him.

Keiko was stunned for a moment, and then looking at the blushing expression on Haifeng's face, she suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but stare at Hanfeng fiercely.

Cold wind looks innocent: Do you blame me?

Thanks to the book friends Tuba Kyushu, Wu Tianxiu, How about not using electronic music, and Shen Luo Tianzheng for their reward and support.

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