Traveling with Indra

The girl had a high ponytail and was holding a three-meter-long bamboo stick in her hand. She came over with great vigor and looked particularly heroic.

Asura saw the bamboo stick coming towards him and quickly put down his backpack, fearing that it would hinder his performance. He stepped hard, jumped away from the stick that hit his calf, and dodged another blow from the Sweeping Thousands of Troops, trying to explain his identity.

"No, we are not bandits. Brother..." Brother, say something! Brother, you dodge much faster than me.

Indra, who is already on the tree: ...I am wondering how to explain it.

How could a girl listen to anything at such an exciting moment? In such a desolate place, two armed men suddenly appeared behind her. If she trusted them, she would die without knowing how.

The second stick hit the leaves on the tree, and they fell down with a rustling sound.

But when the third stick came down, the bamboo stick was pinched. The opponent was very strong, and his pair of scarlet eyes were quite scary in the dark. The girl was stunned for a second, and then she heard the red-eyed guy speak.

"We are not bandits, we are the people who live behind the mountain." Indra said calmly, holding the bamboo stick. "There was no one around here, but we smelled the food and came to see who came here."

The girl stopped her attack and her eyes fell on the boy's red eyes: "A member of the Ninja Clan? Prove it."

Indra released the stick and formed a seal, and a ball of fire emerged from his palm. "You know the Ninja Clan."

"My name is Mingluo." The girl introduced herself and threw the bamboo stick to the ground.

"My name is Asura." The short-haired boy who had climbed onto the tree jumped down, his eyes drifting to the pot over there.

"Indra." Indra tried not to look at his brother's useless look and apologized like a big brother. "I was rude just now and scared you. I'm sorry."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Ashura straightened his attitude and apologized with a smile on his face.

"It's even, I was rude too." Ming Luo cursed herself in her heart. She shouldn't have introduced herself. So we know each other? Are they still going to sit down and chat with me?

Help, I haven’t talked to a stranger face to face for a long time!

Please give each of us a mobile phone so that we can separate the screens.

Mingluo chose to settle here because it was close to the Ninja Clan and there would be no bandits. There were no beasts in the mountains that could threaten her, and there was a treasure bamboo mountain in front of her, so she could easily feed herself. In addition, there was a large plain in front of the Ninja Clan, where several countries were entrenched, so it was relatively convenient to exchange materials.

Originally, she chose to live in a small country in the south, where she could tolerate troublesome neighborhood relations. But when a girl living alone rents a house, people will occasionally poke their heads in, and when they see them, they will ask if there is anything they can help with.

She wanted to take out some rock sugar to exchange for food, but the other party took advantage of her power to eat her food. Ming Luo relied on her ability to beat the group of people away, but she couldn't find any police officers. The sudden loss of security made her feel at a loss.

[It’s all the fault of that bastard who experienced the thunder tribulation near my home! ]

[If it weren't for him, would I have ended up in this situation? ]

Mingluo thought Xiaoyuan Mountain would be safe, but she didn't expect that they could be found across the mountain. Was the place they chose too close?

The scene fell silent. Mingluo's mind was full of confusion, and not a single word came out of her mouth. Indra was also a man of few words. He did not answer the purpose of his visit, and both of them just let their thoughts wander.

Ashura: ...

Ashura was the only one who couldn't stand silence, so he had to come to the rescue. The brother was indeed a brother, he could even endure the embarrassment. "Hey, did we disturb your meal?"

Ming Luo really wanted to retort directly, "I know that, but you still ask?" But since the other party was Indra and Asura, she had to build a good relationship with them in order to exchange supplies later.

"There are two more bowls of rice. Do you want to try them?" Ming Luo felt sorry that her breakfast was about to disappear, and tried to comfort herself that the initial investment was not less.

"Okay, okay." Ashura wanted to get a piece of meat, so he would help with the work, not eat and drink for free. "Are you new here? Do you want to build a bamboo house here? It's not warm, it will be cold in winter. Come live in the Shinobi clan, everyone is very nice."

The loud speaker was very noisy. Mingluo served them two bowls of rice and each of them scooped a spoonful of braised meat and poured it on the crystal clear rice. "No, I don't like crowded places."

Ashura held the white ceramic bowl, and as he looked at the meat and gravy on the rice, his mouth began to water. He took a mouthful of rice very carefully, his tongue burning, and the rich salty flavor in his mouth hit his soul directly. He felt like he was about to fly and swim in the ocean of gravy. "It's delicious!"

Indra looked at the crude stone 'dining table' and his eyes fell on the exquisitely crafted white porcelain. This sharp contrast was very similar to the feeling this girl gave people. Ordinary people couldn't afford such things. The Ninja Clan used coarse ceramics. It was hard to say what her identity was.

He sniffed the overbearing aroma, and the chopsticks picked it up and it was soft and springy. It seemed to melt in the mouth, without the fishy smell of meat, and the gravy burst in his mouth. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, it was indeed delicious.

Mingluo simply took the clay pot away to avoid being remembered. This was her dish for tomorrow, and they had eaten it all. She took the old aluminum kettle to the pool next to her, unplugged the bamboo tube, and let the mountain spring water flow out.

This is the 'tap water' pipe she installed yesterday. The clear mountain spring water has no sediment and no dirt, and it has a sweet taste.

Indra, who was standing behind, watched, his eyes fell on the metal sheet at the joint of the bamboo, then looked at the metal pool, his brows twitched slightly.

Mingluo boiled the water before continuing to eat. After eating two bites, she realized that the two boys opposite her had already finished their two empty bowls.

Huh? No way?

It's only been five minutes!

Indra saw his brother staring at someone else's pot and called out calmly, "Asura."

If he really was a lost person, it would at least be a reward, but he was not that at all. Instead, it looked more like he had run away from home.

Ashura scratched the back of his head and smiled in a particularly innocent and obedient manner. He was just tempted, and he had no intention of eating human food. "That... is too delicious. Hehe... How about, we go hunting tomorrow, and you can help cook a pot? We can all work! Help you repair the house!"

Indra: "..."

Good brother, no explanation needed.

He sold out his own brother with just two sentences.

Indra, who wanted to beat his brother, did not object. He had to do some work after receiving the reward, and he could not be absent because he was afraid that his stupid brother would be rude tomorrow.

Mingluo didn't want to refuse this, but she didn't need help yet. The bamboo was being treated to prevent insects, so the house couldn't be built yet. Those bamboos had to be removed, otherwise they would be eaten by insects in less than half a year.

"Why not build a wooden house?" Asura was very curious. Wouldn't a bamboo house be drafty?

"I don't know how to do wood preservative treatment." Ming Luo's face was full of sadness. Her knowledge and skills were limited.

Ashura: Good reason.

Indra: ...