People In Konoha, Starting From Apprentice Uchiha Madara

As the drowsiness of the toad pill came, everyone also withdrew from the temple and strolled along the trails of Mount Myōboku.

After watching the live broadcast, Lu Sheng knew very well who the variables mentioned by Toad Sage were, but he was skeptical about the loss of his predictive ability.

Because only he himself knows the real situation best, no matter from which point of view, this statement seems to be a reason close to Uchiha Madara.

Whether it is true or false.

At least the effect is good. He happened to be distressed about how to make Madara not believe the one-sided words on the stone tablet. Someone gave a pillow when he was really dozed off.

The impact of the live broadcast far exceeds the pale and feeble words on the stone tablet, as if people are living in that vast era.

"Tick."

The crystal drops of water slipped slowly from the corners of the towering lotus leaves, and the water droplets shining with the setting sun fell not far from the land, disrupting his thoughts.

The deep work of the scroll that sat proficiently behind Lu Sheng fell into deep thought at Madara's request.

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

"It's really hard."

Shen Zuo stuck out his tongue and swallowed the insects flying in the air, his voice was a little vague.

Such a perfect Sage Mode is one of the few that he has seen in his long career.

The physiques of people cannot be generalized. Those who practice celestial skills in Mount Myōboku are either incomplete Sage Mode or losers who have turned into stone frogs.

But he didn't dare to say it clearly. He glanced at the bulging bag on Lu Sheng's head. In case Uchiha Madara was angered and beat him up, there was no reason for him in Mount Myōboku.

Deeply looking around, hidden among the lotus leaves, the shining sun faced Madara's probing gaze: "It's useless to say it verbally. I suggest that it's better to fight."

The orange-yellow waterfall slowly fell into the pool, and the submerged ground flowed slowly towards the steps.

"Puff."

Standing on the dry shore, Lu Sheng looked curiously at the deep work that jumped into the pool, wondering if he would go looking for a black stick.

Sure enough, after a while, Shen Zuo slowly emerged from the water with a black stick and walked to them. He took out a vial from his mouth and said to Madara, "Presumably Hashirama has already told you about the principle of Sage Mode, and I won’t repeat it here. ."

Madara nodded and threw her robe to Lu Sheng, showing her lean and strong muscles, sitting cross-legged on the steps under the pool.

The cool frog oil smeared on his arms, and the cold nourished Madara's desire to become stronger. He closed his eyes against the brilliant sunset and felt the natural energy flowing in from the pores and acupuncture points.

Shen Zuo holding the black stick fell into a sluggishness, and for the first time he saw a ninja entering the state so quickly.

Exceeded the standard.

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

"boom!"

The sudden attack of the black rod triggered the body's natural response, and Madara suddenly grasped it tightly in his hand and turned on Sharingan to observe carefully.

He raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "Interesting."

Shenzuo wanted to take it back, but found that he could not move, so he glanced at Madara with interest in his eyes and prayed in a low voice: "Don't be let go."

Perhaps it was the prayer that worked. At the moment when the black rod was retracted, he heard the word "continue", which made his nervous heart relax.

"Boom boom boom!"

Hiding on the lotus leaf and enjoying the shady land, he sighed as he watched the demoralizing scene in front of him.

In broad daylight, a long-haired man wearing only shorts fought fiercely with a black club by the pond, making popping noises every time. It was a moral decay in the world.

Oh.

It was the man who was chasing him with the scroll just now, and that was all right.

Xianshu also longed for him, but don't worry. Because Madara and Hashirama are in the ninja world today, he has a lot of time to waste.

The little natural energy waits for him to go out, and can easily be cut under the horse.

Suddenly he remembered something, and said loudly to Madara who was taking the empty-handed blade: "Teacher, you can try to separate the Shadow Clone. When the natural energy is dissipated, you will be surprised if you remove the clone."

"Shadow Clone?"

Madara looked at the flushed palm and refused at first, but he couldn't stop after trying twice the fatigue and double the experience.

This made him have to admit that the guy Tobirama did have a hand in inventing ninjutsu.

However, this is a terrible misfortune. He bent over and leaned on the black stick and gasped, "I suggest that the number of clones be controlled at three."

Uchiha Madara, in a good mood, controls the number of clones graciously.

The vast twilight began to ascend the colorful sky, the lush lotus leaf forest lit up a little fireflies, the yellow-green star sea floated brightly in the night, and 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, fearing that it would disturb the tranquil scenery in front of him, and muttered, "Is this the Firefly Forest?"

Shen Zuo lay on the edge of the pool during the rest time, using the power of the waterfall to wash the floating dust on his body, and facing the slowly rising man, "Continue?"

Madara, who was enjoying the evening breeze, looked at Lu Sheng who was already awake, took the clothes hanging on the lotus leaf and said: "It's not early, let's cultivate here."

"Wait when I go home, the dishes that my family cooks, but Mount Myōboku is a must."

She jumped ashore, shaking the water drops on her body, and inviting to Madara. After a short contact, he felt that this man was not like him, but he was so terrible and gentle, but his face was a bit fierce.

Seeing Madara nodded silently, Shen Zuo was accumulating strength in his legs. Even though he landed accurately on Lu Sheng's scroll, he smiled at the dazed young man and said, "Go to my house, your teacher said."

"?"

Lu Sheng, who was awake, looked at the deep works on the scroll in horror. Before he could say anything, he was urged to go quickly by the neatly dressed Madara.

Walking on the road full of stars and fireflies, he slandered in his heart, waiting for the whole insect feast to see how you eat.

The road to the deep writer is not too far. It didn't take long before I saw the lighted cabin, standing quietly under the stars, exuding a warm light.

"Yo~baby...he...his dad! You are back." Shima, who opened the door and wore an apron, greeted with difficulty while holding back his trembling teeth.

Sitting on the scroll, Shen Zuo jumped in vain on the open space in front of him, showing a smile to indicate not to be nervous: "Boy, damn, this is Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Lusheng."

Seeing her husband's Chakra with clear eyes and no abnormality, Zhima sighed with relief: "Since it is such a guest, please come in."

Sitting around the dining table, Lu Sheng looked at him in surprise, facing Mount Myōboku's non-rejecting teacher, but he didn't expect it to be difficult for him in this regard.

Feeling his sight, Uchiha Madara moved his position disgustingly, and if nothing had happened, he moved a little further, and secretly said in his heart: No war, no hunger, this is not a kind of happiness.

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