As Toad Pill's sleepiness came, everyone also withdrew from the temple and walked on the path of Miaomu Mountain.

After watching the live broadcast, Lu Sheng knew very well who the variables the Big Toad Immortal mentioned were, but he was skeptical about what he said that the predictive ability disappeared.

Because only he himself knows the real situation best. No matter from which perspective, 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 worried about how to make Ban not 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 screen is far greater than the pale and powerless words on the stone tablet, as if it makes people live in that vast era.

“Tick.”

The crystal water droplets slowly slid from the sharp corners of the towering lotus leaves, and the water dripping shining in the setting sun fell not far from the land, disrupting his thoughts.

The deep work of sitting behind Lu Sheng skillfully fell into deep thoughts at Feng’s request.

Uchiha Madara, 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.”

Deep Aoi stuck out her tongue and swallowed the insects flying in the air into her mouth, the sound was a little vague.

Such a perfect immortal model has only seen only a handful of people in his long career.

The physiques between people cannot be generalized. Those who practice immortal arts in Miaomu Mountain are either incomplete immortal mode or losers who have turned into stone frogs.

But he didn't dare to say it clearly, and secretly glanced at the bulging bag on Lu Sheng's head. If he angered Uchiha Madara, he beat him up, there would be no place in Mikiyama.

Shenzao looked at the hiding among the lotus leaves, and the bright setting sun was looking at the spots, saying: "It's useless to say it verbally, I suggest that it's better to practice it."

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

"Plop."

Lu Sheng, who was standing on the dry shore, looked at the deep plunge into the pool curiously, wondering whether he would go to find the black stick.

Sure enough, after a moment, Shenzao slowly floated out of the water with a black stick and walked to them, took out a small bottle from his mouth and said to Madara: "I guess Hashimara has already told you the principle of the Sage Mode, and I won't repeat it here."

Spotted and threw the robe on his body to Lu Sheng, revealing his slender and strong muscles, and sat cross-legged on the steps under the pool.

The cool toad oil applied to the arms, and the cold nourished the spotted heart that wanted to become stronger. He closed his eyes in the bright sunset and felt the natural energy that was turning into the pores and acupoints.

The deep work holding the black stick fell into a dullness. For the first time, he saw a ninja who was entering the state so quickly.

Exceeded the standard.

He thought to himself, and suddenly raised his black stick and knocked behind Uchiha Madara.

"Bang!"

The sudden attack of black rod triggered the body's natural reaction. Madara held it tightly in his hand and opened the Sharingan and observed it carefully.

He curled the corners of his mouth and chuckled: "Funny."

Shinzao wanted to take it back but found that he could not move. He glanced at the interesting spots on his face and whispered: "Don't be left alone."

Perhaps prayer played a role. At the moment when the black stick was retracted, he heard the word "continue", which relaxed his nervous heart.

"Bang bang bang!"

Hiding on the lotus leaves and enjoying the shade, Lu Sheng looked at the scene that made people feel inhumane in front of him, and sighed.

In broad daylight, a long-haired man wearing only shorts fought fiercely with the black stick by the pond, making a sound of banging sounds every time. It was a world of moral decay.

oh.

The one who got beaten was the man who just chased him with a scroll, and that was fine.

He also longed for the magic technique, but there was no need to worry. Because there were Madara and Hashirama in the ninja world today, he had a lot of time to waste.

The little natural energy can easily be killed under the horse when he takes action.

Suddenly he remembered something and said aloud to Phalaenopsis, who was picking up the blade with his bare hands: "Teacher, you can try to separate out the shadow clone. When the natural energy is dispersed, you will be surprised to remove the clone."

"Shadow clone?"

Madara looked at his red palm, and at first refused, but he tried double fatigue and double experience and couldn't stop.

This made him have to admit that Tobirama was indeed a good guy in inventing ninjutsu.

However, this caused a lot of trouble. He bent over and leaned over and gasped, saying, "I suggest that the number of clones be controlled to three."

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

The vast twilight began to climb the colorful sky, and fireflies lit up in the lush lotus leaf forest. The sea of ​​yellow-green stars 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 stuffiness in his chest, for fear of disturbing the peaceful scenery in front of him, and murmured: "Is this the Firefly Forest?"

Shenzuo used the rest time to lie by the pool, using the power of the waterfall to clean the dust on his body, and pointed at the man who slowly got up, "Do you still continue?"

Enjoying the spots of the evening breeze, looking at Lu Sheng who had already awakened, took the clothes hanging on the lotus leaves and said, "It's getting late, let's get to practice here."

"When I get home, the dishes I cook at my house are the best in Miaomu Mountain."

The deep madman who jumped ashore shook the water droplets on his body and invited him to Madara. After a brief contact, he felt that this man was not like him. The terrible thing that was circulated outside was still very gentle, but his face was a little fierce.

Seeing Madara nodded silently, Heizai accumulated strength in his legs. Even though it rose and landed accurately on Lu Sheng's scroll, he smiled at the confused young man and said, "Go to my house, what your teacher said."

"?"

Lu Sheng, who had woken up, looked at the deep work of the scroll in horror, and before he could say anything, he was urged to leave quickly by the neatly dressed spot.

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

The road to Shenzhu's home is not far away. Before I could walk, I saw a small house with lights shining, standing quietly under the starry sky, emitting a warm light.

"Yo~ kid... he... his dad! You're back." Shima, who opened the door and wore an apron, endured her trembling teeth and said hello with difficulty.

Sitting on the scroll, Shinzao jumped in vain in the open space in front of him, smiling and signaling not to be nervous: "Fuck, this is Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Ritsuki."

Seeing that her husband's eyes were clear and he didn't feel any abnormality, Shima breathed a sigh of relief: "Since it's a guest, please come in, so hurry up."

Sitting around the dining table, Lu Sheng looked at him in surprise, facing the teacher who came from Miaomushan cuisine, he did not expect that he could not match this aspect.
Chapter completed!