People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 61
The flame danced heartily in the night, and the brilliant flame shrouded everyone's face, igniting the enthusiasm of the Yuyi clan.

The hospitality is really irresistible, especially the sizzling and dripping barbecue.

The Yuyi clan sang their own songs around the bonfire hand in hand, and the melodious and long singing drifted towards the dense forest with the breeze.

"The Yuyi Clan hasn't held such a grand celebration for a long time." Mao's face shone brightly from the bonfire, and the flickering dark eyes seemed to be burning with her own flame.

Lu Sheng, who was on the side, could sense that this was a battle fireworks, and hurriedly changed the subject: "When was the last time it was held?"

Mao, who adjusted the position of the barbecue, thought for a while and said, "The night when the confrontation between the Thousand Hands ended."

This is indeed worth celebrating, Lu Sheng sighed in his heart, needless to say the strength of the Senshou Clan, Uchiha and Yuyi did not defeat him together.

"Hey, Lu Sheng, don't be in a daze." Mao patted him on the shoulder boldly, and said with a smile, "Tell me about the situation inside Konoha."

Pushing aside the palms on his shoulders, Lu Sheng said to the girl's curious eyes, "What do you want to know?"

"It's all right!" Mao, who was stirring the charcoal, said indifferently, she was full of freshness about everything in Konoha Village.

"Then let's talk about the various delicacies in Muye Village?"

Mao, who was about to stabilize the barbecue grill, raised his fist and gave him a slap, complaining, "You're eating in a bowl, and you're still thinking about the pot?"

Lu Sheng, who easily blocked his fist, took out the seasoning from his pocket and sprinkled it on the barbecue with a smile. A strong aroma rose along the oily smoke.

"Does Konoha's delicacies all taste like this?" Mao leaned forward, dipping his face in the smoke and sniffing his nose, his eyes full of intoxication.

"This is my secret recipe."

Lu Sheng grabbed her forehead and straightened her leaning body. Doing so hurts the skin very much.

"Then I'll exchange something with you?"

The burning-eyed Mao thought of exchanging things for the first time, but then his momentum became less and less powerful, and he disappeared in the fiery wind and waves.

She doesn't have anything to make Lu Sheng look up to, he is Madara's disciple, he doesn't lack ninjutsu and other things, the blade at his waist is not much different from hers, and he is not short of money, he can do whatever he wants So I followed Madara to make a few commissions, and the money just kept coming.

Thinking that it would be difficult to taste such a taste after tonight, Mao, who was full of energy, began to feel depressed.

"The recipe of the seasoning can be given to you! But"

"Hey! There are so many buts, Lu Sheng, why are you a mother-in-law? Tell me what you want." Mao gave him a disgusted look, grabbed the bottled seasoning from his hand and began to smear on the other side of the barbecue.

"When you arrive at Muye Village, don't attack people casually like you did in the morning." With a smile on his lips, Lu Sheng joked, looking at the empty bottle.

The short-haired girl suddenly narrowed her eyes, looked at him pretending to be unfriendly, and couldn't help laughing after looking at him: "Take it as your compliment to my strength!"

"There are many rules in Konoha. You have to pay for buying things, you can't hit people casually, you must avoid carriages and old people when walking on the road, and you can't just jump on other people's roofs." Lu Sheng snapped his fingers, Said to the girl one by one.

"In your eyes, there is no difference between me and the wildlings in the woodland legend?" Mao threw down the rotating barbecue stick, his face was covered with orange ice, and faced him coldly.

But the smile hidden in the girl's eyes revealed her true emotions, Lu Sheng took the wooden stick that had stopped shaking, twirling it and asked, "Also in your eyes, am I no different from the nagging old man now? ?”

The ice began to melt, and Mao stretched his hands behind his back to support the grass, looked up at the twinkling stars and said, "Lu Sheng, you are really interesting."

"To each other, to each other."

Lu Sheng bowed his hands to her, expressing his admiration for the fellows.

The smell of barbecue became more and more intense, Mao's face became more and more indifferent, and his lips painted with moonlight opened slightly: "You like her very much."

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Anxiously, Mao grabbed the weeds in his palm and threw it at Lu Sheng, who was pretending to be confused, saying plausibly: "When you talk about her, your eyes can't deceive people."

The weeds didn't fly very far, and they all returned to Mao's body under the blowing of the wind, adding a touch of bright color to the plain dress.

Lu Sheng suppressed his smile, pointed to his eyes and said, "Is it like this?"

Mao glanced at him angrily, sat up straight, and stretched out his hand to signal him to pass the barbecue over.

The surface of the barbecue was covered with traces of charcoal grilling and smoke, and the fat began to ooze out under the cutting edge of the knife, and the elongated filaments dripped onto the fire, making a "squeak" sound.

The volatile smell mixed with the smell of barbecue mixed in the air, followed by the white smoke floating towards the night sky.

"Come and taste my piece, and this one!"

Lu Sheng dealt with the joyful Maou tiredly, and barbecues of various shapes would suddenly appear if he didn't pay attention. He could only puff up his cheeks and grit his toothache and be happy.

Compared with the lively scene on Lu Sheng's side, Madara's side is much more serious.

"Will Konoha keep the Yuyi clan out?"

Drunk-eyed Yu Yirun blushed, hiccupped and asked very worriedly.

"That question has been asked no less than ten times."

Madara raised the wine cup, looked at the sake that could reflect his own face, drank it down and said calmly.

"No. Everyone has such a good relationship with Hashirama like you." Jun Hagoromo, who filled himself with wine, muttered in a distorted voice.

Looking at Madara on the bonfire, he tapped the wine jar with his fingers and said softly: "It's not a good habit to pretend to be drunk."

"Wouldn't it be nice to be drunk to welcome guests from afar?" Run, who was holding a wine cup, said while covering up his expression.

"Hashirama's belly is far beyond your imagination."

Madara took out the scroll from his pocket, flung it lightly into the sea of ​​flames, and said lightly.

The rolling scroll sparked sparks in the coals, and was surrounded by a swarm of flames, burning itself into ashes.

Jun Yuyi twitched the corner of his mouth silently, watching the scrolls recording the friendly agreement gradually burnt to nothing, and said after a long time: "This is a blood feud."

"Isn't Uchiha and Senju a blood feud?" Madara asked him with a slanted glance, seeing him fall into silence, "Go to Konoha and see the reality will tell you the answer."

Looking at the singing and dancing party, Jun Yuyi's eyes gradually blurred.Of course he knows that the times have changed drastically, and the ninja is withdrawing from the stage of history.

But he always has a kind of worry. Years of fighting have told him that it is often very tragic to let others decide the fate.

Facing Madara beside him, he solemnly asked: "Hashirama is trustworthy, but can future generations inherit his philosophy?"

Faced with the question that pointed to the depths of his heart, Madara didn't say much. His eyes became deeper, and he looked at Lu Sheng who was holding a plate in front of him and doing dodging movements.

Jun Yu, who looked away and got the answer, sighed, drank the last of the wine, and said, "Then you still threw the scroll in?!"

"It's the previous scroll."

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