MTL - Super Dimensional Martial Immortal-Chapter 5 【Covenant Finance and Trade Federation】

  Chapter 5 [Covenant Finance and Trade Federation of Nations]

On the other end of the   , seeing his disciple's deep face, He Yubo suddenly "woke up" and poked at his sadness, and suddenly burst into a heroic laugh.

   "Hahahaha, why is the afternoon so soon? Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner!"

   bluntly and embarrassingly changed the subject, He Yubo pulled it casually, Zhao Yinshun only felt an irresistible force pulling his feet off the ground, almost being carried out of the martial arts academy.

   Not long after, in the restaurant half a street away, looking at the dazzling array of delicious food, Zhao Yinshun hesitated.

   "Teaching, just the two of us, isn't this dish a bit too much..."

   "What's this? We martial arts practitioners don't have enough to eat. Where do we get the strength to cultivate? Where does the blood and blood come from to make our body? Eat fast! Eat fast! If you don't have enough, order more!"

   When He Yubo picked up the chopsticks, he devoured it, as if he had a grudge against a restaurant.

  The clinking of bowls and chopsticks made Zhao Yinshun swallow his saliva indistinctly.

  You are such a foodie, it's a pity if you don't make your debut!

   But soon, Zhao Yinshun, who reacted, fell into even greater worries.

   Should I change my career path?

  Looking at this situation, let alone saving money to buy [big medicine], the family's savings are not enough to make regular meals!

   At this moment, Zhao Yinshun intuitively and deeply understood what it means to be poor and rich in martial arts!

   "What's the matter? No appetite?"

   After swallowing a large piece of beef, He Yubo asked in confusion when he noticed that his apprentice hadn't moved his chopsticks.

   "No, think of something."

   changed the topic with a chuckle, Zhao Yinshun picked up the dishes and put them in the bowl, and ate them absent-mindedly.

   Looking at his "elegant and calm" way of eating, He Yubo secretly envied him.

   As a disciple of Xuanmen, he has a family background and even looks better than us rough people.

   "Come on, eat more, you will have the strength to practice when you are full!"

   enthusiastically filled Zhao Yinshun with a bowl full of dishes, and He Yubo continued his gobbling.

   After dozens of minutes, Zhao Yinshun found out that the two of them had finished abruptly!

   Of course, most of them went into He Yubo's stomach, but the rest was enough for him on earth to eat for several days!

   Touching his round belly, Zhao Yinshun fell into contemplation.

   Dry rice people, dry rice souls, dry rice people have to use pots to eat!

   He can eat so much before he wakes up, how can a high-level [Wufu] eat an ox every day?

   Is it not like the panda, who spends most of the day eating?

   "How is it? Are you full?"

   Holding a toothpick in his mouth, He Yubo patted his stomach contentedly.

   "I'm full, thank you for teaching."

   "You're welcome? You practice hard, the next big competition is very important, don't lose to Jiang Ailun again."

  He Yubo waved his hands indifferently, but Zhao Yinshun noticed that he frowned slightly when he talked about Jiang Ailun, obviously he didn't like the melon rind very much.

   "Well, I will try my best to teach."

   nodded sincerely, Zhao Yinshun moved in his heart and asked tentatively.

   "By the way, Teacher, do you know where to buy the Heavenly Rank [Great Medicine]?"

   "Heaven-rank medicine?"

  He Yubo's face was startled, he suddenly sat up straight, and looked at Zhao Yinshun in surprise.

   "Did you hear something?"

"what?"

   Sensing the confusion in his disciple's eyes, He Yubo relaxed and sat back down beautifully.

   "Heavenly rank medicine is so precious, how can it be bought with money? But there is a place where a few doses can appear occasionally."

"Where?"

   Zhao Yinshun was overjoyed, but when he looked up he found a strange smile in He Yubo's eyes.

   "Saint Gold Union."

   Hearing this, a lot of information instantly appeared in Zhao Yinshun's mind.

   Saint Gold Union, the full name of [Covenant International Finance and Trade Federation], is a super multinational organization that originated in Thailand.

   It is said that as long as they have money, they will sell everything, and they even claim to be able to get it for the 9th-order [Holy Rank].

   Therefore, it was also nicknamed "Deadly Wanting Money" by Zhao Yinshun's "erudite" mother.

   Sheng Jinlian, asking for money... It's pretty smooth...

  Blinking his eyes, Zhao Yinshun nodded thoughtfully, and decided to go to Shengjinlian to inquire when he was free.

   As a behemoth all over the world, [Saint Gold Union] also has a "branch" in Hon Hai City, which is even larger than the "branch" in Donghai County, which is located inland.

   Due to the convenience of shipping, many goods are distributed through Hon Hai City, maybe there is a real medicine!

   "Okay, it's getting late, you should go home as soon as possible, the city is not peaceful recently, you'd better go out less at night."

   Satisfied with food and wine, He Yubo stood up contentedly and took Zhao Yinshun out of the restaurant.

   "Teacher, why hasn't the city been peaceful recently? Did something happen again?"

   As he parted, Zhao Yinshun remembered that a 13-year-old child lived alone, and couldn't help asking aloud.

   "I don't know, it seems like it's making a zongzi."

   "Zongzi again? Didn't you just kill one some time ago?"

   "Ghosts know what kind of tombs of **** have been dug up by those **** who cut off their heads every day. Anyway, don't go out if you have nothing to do!"

   He Yubo's face was full of disgust when he mentioned those conscientious guys.

   glanced at the falling sun, he patted Zhao Yinshun's head and urged him to go home quickly.

   Waited until Zhao Yinshun's back disappeared at the corner of the street before He Yubo turned around and returned to the martial arts academy.

   But as soon as he entered the gate of the Martial Arts Academy, he saw a thin back, staring blankly at the dragon pattern rising into the sky on the shadow wall.

   With a solemn expression, He Yubo respectfully walked behind the thin figure and bowed his hands.

   "Master!"

   "Dragon fights in the wild, its blood is dark yellow... Uncle Yu, the foreigner has sent an invitation again."

  He Yubo's face turned gloomy instantly, and his fists the size of the casserole clenched loudly: "That group of Taixi devils are so deceiving!"

The old man was silent, and after a long time he sighed: "I'm hesitant now, the last battle... ah... When I think that Xiao Feng will only be paralyzed on the bed for the rest of his life, my heart is like a knife. got him..."

"Master, my warriors, we only want to die standing up, not kneeling to live. Xiaofeng has never regretted participating in the competition. He told me that even if he did it again a hundred times, he would still stand up without hesitation. Get out!"

   He Yubo clasped his fists with both hands and pushed, and whispered solemnly every word.

"Besides, people with discerning eyes can now see that those foreigners are using the name of the game to suppress our hearts. Although the warrior is vulgar, he is the foundation of the country. Once the warrior's spirit is gone, the backbone of the country will be broken! Honor! We can lose, but we must not escape!"

   Hearing He Yubo's powerful words, the thin back turned around, revealing an old face.

   He stared into He Yubo's eyes for a long time, and after a long while he showed a relieved smile.

   (end of this chapter)