People In Konoha, Starting From Apprentice Uchiha Madara

Chapter 61

The flame was beating heartily in the night, and the brilliant light shrouded everyone’s face, igniting the enthusiasm of the Yuyi clan.

The hospitality is really irresistible, especially the sizzling grilled meat dripping with grease.

The Yuyi clan sang their own ballads around the bonfire hand in hand, and the long and gentle singing voice 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 was shining with the bonfire, and the dark eyes that flashed with light seemed to burn the flames that belonged to her.

Lu Sheng on the side could perceive that it was a battle firework, 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 Senju clan ended.”

This is indeed worthy of celebration. Lu Sheng sighed in his heart. Needless to say, the strength of the Senju clan is that Uchiha and Hayi have not defeated him together.

“Hey, Lu Sheng, don’t be in a daze.” Mao patted his shoulder boldly and said with a smile, “Quickly tell me about Konoha’s internal situation.”

Taking off the palm of his shoulder, Lu Sheng looked at the girl curiously and said, “What do you want to know?”

“It’s okay!” Mao, who moved the charcoal, said indifferently. She was full of freshness in everything in Konoha Village.

“Then talk about the various delicacies in Konoha Village?”

Mao, who was about to step down firmly on the barbecue rack, raised his fist and gave him a bit, vomiting, “You are eating in the bowl and thinking about the pot?”

Lu Sheng, who easily stopped his fist, smiled and took out the seasoning from his pocket and sprinkled it on the barbecue, a strong fragrance curled up along the oily smoke.

“Does Konoha’s food taste this way?” Mao leaned forward, dipped his face in the smoke and sniffed his nose, his eyes filled with intoxication.

“This is my secret recipe.”

Lu Sheng grabbed her forehead and straightened her slanted body. This would hurt her skin.

“Then I will trade things with you?”

Mao, whose eyes were burning, thought of exchanging things for the first time, and then his aura became less and less, and disappeared in the hot wind and waves.

She has nothing to make Lu Sheng look at. He is Madara’s disciple. He has no shortage of ninjutsu and other things. He glanced at the blade between her waist and her not much, and he is not short of money, just casually. So I followed Madara to make a few commissions, and the money didn’t just roll in.

Thinking that it would be hard to taste this kind of taste tonight, Mao, who was full of energy, began to feel depressed.

“The recipe of the seasoning can be given to you! But…”

“Eh! There are so many, but what do you say, Lu Sheng, mother-in-law?” Mao looked at him disgustingly, grabbed the bottled seasoning in his hand and began to smear the other side of the barbecue.

“When you arrive at Konoha Village, don’t attack people casually as you did in the morning.” Lu Sheng with a smile on his mouth, looked at the empty bottle and joked.

The short-haired girl suddenly squinted her eyes, pretending to look at him unkindly, and couldn’t help but laugh after looking at him: “Take it as your compliment to my strength!”

“In Konoha, there are many rules. You have to pay for things. You can’t hit people casually. When walking on the road, you should avoid carriages and elderly people. You can’t jump on the roofs of other people’s houses.” Lu Sheng shook his fingers. Said to the girl one by one.

“In your eyes, there is no difference between me and the savage in the forest legend?” Mao dropped the rotating barbecue stick, with orange ice on his face, facing him coldly.

But the smile hidden in the girl’s eyes exposed her true emotions. Lu Sheng took the wooden stick that stopped shaking, and whirled and asked: “In your eyes, am I the same as the nagging old man now? ?”

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

“Each, each other.”

Lu Sheng arched his hands at her, expressing his admiration for the fellows.

The smell of the barbecue became stronger and stronger, and Mao’s expression became more and more indifferent, and his lips painted with moonlight lightly said, “You like her very much.”

“?”

Anxious Mao grabbed the weeds in his palms and threw them at Lu Sheng, who was pretending to be confused, with plausible words: “When you talk about her, your eyes can’t deceive people.”

The weeds did not drift very far, and all returned to Mao under the blowing of the wind, adding a bright color to the plain dress.

Lu Shengqiang held back his smile, pointed his eyes and said, “Is it like this?”

Mao looked at him angrily, sat up straight, and stretched out his hand to beckon him to pass the barbecue.

The surface of the barbecue was covered with traces of charcoal and smoky, the piping grease began to seep out under the cutting of the blade, and the elongated filaments dripped onto the fire with a “squeak” sound.

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

“Come and taste my piece, and this piece!”

Lu Sheng dealt with the leaping Mao wearily, and if he didn’t pay attention, barbecues of various shapes would suddenly appear. He could only bulge his cheeks and bite his teeth and be happy.

Compared with the lively scene on Lu Sheng’s side, Madara’s side looks a lot more serious.

“Will Konoha shut out the Yuyi clan?”

The drunk-eyed Yuyi Run flushed his cheeks, belching wine and asked very worriedly.

“This question has been asked no less than ten times.”

Madara raised her wine cup, looked at the sake that reflected her face, and drank it indifferently.

“No…everyone has such a good relationship with Hashirama like you.” Yuijun, who filled himself with wine, mumbled out of shape.

Looking at the campfire, Madara flicked his fingers and said softly: “Pretending to be drunk is not a good habit.”

“Isn’t it drunk to welcome guests from afar?” said Run, holding a wine cup, hiding his expression.

“Don’t be small in Hashirama’s belly.”

Madara took the scroll out of her pocket and threw it into the flames lightly, writing lightly.

The rolling scroll ignited a little spark in the coals, and was then surrounded by a swarm of flames, burning itself gradually to ashes.

Yuijun twitched the corners of his mouth silently, watching the scroll that recorded the friendship agreement gradually burned out, and after a long time he said, “This is blood feud.”

“Aren’t Uchiha and Senju have blood feuds?” Madara asked him with a slanted look, and saw that he fell silent. “Go to Konoha and see the reality will tell you the answer.”

Yui Jun looked at the singing and dancing party, his eyes gradually blurred. He certainly knew that the times had changed dramatically, and the Ninja was withdrawing from the stage of history.

But he always has a worry. Years of fighting tells him that it is often very tragic to leave the fate to others to control.

To Madara on the side, he asked solemnly: “Hashirama is worthy of trust, but can later people inherit his ideas?”

Faced with the question that pointed to the depths of her heart, Madara didn’t say much, her eyes darkened, looking at Lu Sheng who was holding a plate in front of her and doing dodge movements.

Yui Jun, who retracted his gaze to get the answer, sighed, drank the last drink, and said, “Then you still threw the scroll in?!”

“It’s the old scroll.”