People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 111 The Inescapable Lu Sheng
As Hama Wan's drowsiness hit, everyone also exited the temple and strolled in the path of Mt. Miaomu.

After watching the live broadcast, Lu Sheng knew exactly who the variable was mentioned by Immortal Toad, but he was skeptical about what he said about the disappearance of predictive ability.

Because only he himself knows the real situation best, no matter from which angle you look at it, this statement seems to be an excuse close to Uchiha Madara.

Whether it is true or false.

At least the effect is good, he happened to be worried about how to make Madara not to believe the one-sided words on the stone tablet, he was really sleepy and someone gave him a pillow.

The impact brought by the live broadcast far surpassed the pale words on the stone tablet, as if people were in that boundless era.

"Tick."

Crystal drops of water slowly slid down from the tip of the towering lotus leaves, and the water droplets shining with the setting sun fell not far from Lu Sheng, disrupting his thoughts.

Fusaku, who was proficient at sitting behind Lu Sheng on the scroll, fell into deep thought about the spot's request.

Uchiha Madara, who was wearing the setting sun, waited for a while, glanced at him and repeated: "Is it difficult to achieve the effect of Hashirama?"

"It's really hard."

Fukasaku stuck out his tongue and swallowed the insect flying in the air, his voice was a bit muffled.

There are only a handful of such perfect fairy models that he has seen in his long career.

The physiques of people cannot be generalized. Those who practice immortal art in Mount Miaomu are either incomplete immortal models, or losers who have turned into stone frogs.

But he didn't dare to say it clearly, and took a sneak peek at the bulging bump on Lu Sheng's head, in case Uchiha Madara was offended and beat him up, there would be no reasoning in Mt. Myogi.

Fukasaku looked at Madara, who was hidden among the lotus leaves, and the radiant setting sun looked at Madara inquisitively: "It's useless to talk about it, I suggest it's better to fight it in practice."

The orange waterfall slowly falls into the pool, and the submerged ground flows slowly towards the steps.

"Pfft."

Standing on the dry bank, Lu Sheng looked curiously at Fukasaku who jumped into the pool, wondering if he should go to find Heiba.

Sure enough, after a while, Fukasaku floated out of the water holding a black stick and approached them, took out a vial from his mouth and said to Madara, "I think Hashirama has already told you about the principle of the sage mode, and I won't repeat it here." gone."

Spot nodded and threw the robe on his body to Lu Sheng, revealing lean and strong muscles, sitting cross-legged on the steps under the pool.

The cool toad oil was applied on his arms, and the coldness nourished Madara's heart that wanted to become stronger. He closed his eyes facing the brilliant sunset, feeling the natural energy coming in from the pores and acupuncture points.

Holding the black stick, Fukasaku fell into a daze. It was the first time he saw a ninja who entered the state so quickly.

Exceeded.

He secretly thought in his heart, suddenly raised the black stick, and knocked behind Uchiha Madara.

"boom!"

The sudden onslaught of the black stick triggered a natural reaction in the body, and Madara held it tightly in his hand and opened Sharingan to observe carefully.

He raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Interesting."

Fukasaku wanted to take it back but found that he couldn't move. He glanced at the mottled face with interest calmly, and prayed in a low voice: "Don't be let go."

Maybe it was prayer that worked. Hearing the word "continue" at the moment the black stick was withdrawn made his nervous heart relax.

"Bang bang bang!"

Lu Sheng, who was hiding on the lotus leaf and enjoying the shade, sighed as he looked at the scandalous scene in front of him.

In broad daylight, a long-haired man wearing only shorts was fighting fiercely with a black stick by the pond, making crackling noises every time.

Oh.

The one who was beaten was the man who was chasing him with the scroll just now, that's fine.

He is also eager for fairy art, but don't worry.Because there are Madara and Hashirama in today's ninja world, he has a lot of time to waste.

The little natural energy waited for him to go out, and he could easily be chopped off by the horse.

Suddenly he remembered something, and said loudly to Ban Lang who was receiving the sword with his bare hands: "Teacher, you can try to separate the shadow clone. After the natural energy is dispersed, you will be pleasantly surprised if you release the clone."

"Shadow clone?"

Looking at the red palm, Madara refused at first, but he couldn't stop trying with double fatigue and double experience.

This made him have to admit that the guy Tomona was indeed good at inventing ninjutsu.

But doing so made Fukasaku miserable, he bent over and leaned on a black stick and panted: "I suggest that the number of clones be limited to three."

Uchiha Madara, who is in a good mood, controls the number of clones in a good manner.

The vast twilight began to ascend to the colorful sky, fireflies lit up in the lush lotus leaf forest, and the yellow-green star sea floated brightly in the night. Lu Sheng, who was sleeping on the scroll, quietly opened his eyes and stared at the quiet scene.

He gently exhaled the suffocation in his chest, for fear of disturbing the peaceful beauty in front of him, he murmured: "Is this the Forest of Fireflies?"

Fukasaku used the rest time to lie down by the pool, using the power of the waterfall to wash off the dust on his body, and asked the man who slowly got up, "Should we continue?"

Madara, enjoying the evening breeze in his arms, looked at Lu Sheng who had awakened, took the clothes hanging on the lotus leaf and said, "It's getting late, let's stop here for cultivation."

"When I get home later, the dishes made by my family are the best in Mount Miaomu."

Jumping ashore, Fukasaku shook the water droplets on his body, and invited Madara, after a brief encounter with him, he felt that this man was not like him, he was as scary as rumored by the outside world, but rather gentle, but his face was a bit fierce.

Mibara nodded silently, Fukasaku accumulated strength in his legs, and even though he got up and landed on Lu Sheng's scroll accurately, he smiled at the bewildered young man and said, "Go to my house, your teacher said so."

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Waking up, Lu Sheng looked at Fukasaku on the scroll in horror, and before he could say anything, he was urged to go quickly by Madara, who was dressed neatly.

Walking on the road sprinkled with stars and fireflies, he cursed in his heart, waiting for the feast of all insects to see how you eat.

The road to the deep writer is not too far away, and after walking for a long time, I saw a shimmering lighted cabin, standing quietly under the starry sky and emitting a warm light.

"Yo~ baby, dad! You're back." Shima, who opened the door and was wearing an apron, greeted with difficulty, holding back her chattering teeth.

Fukasaku, who was sitting on the scroll, jumped on the open space in front of him in vain, and smiled to indicate that he should not be nervous: "Mother, this is Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Rikusou."

Seeing that her husband's eyes were clear and he didn't sense any abnormal chakra, Shima breathed a sigh of relief: "Since you are a guest, please come in quickly."

Sitting around the dining table, Lu Sheng watched in surprise. Facing the teacher who never refused the delicious food of Mount Miaomu, he didn't expect him to be hard to beat in this respect.

Uchiha Madara, who felt the gaze, moved his position in disgust, and walked away from him as if nothing had happened, secretly thinking in his heart: It is not a kind of happiness to have never been through war or hunger.

(End of this chapter)