On the other side, seeing his disciple's serious face, He Yubo suddenly "awoke" and poked at his sadness, and suddenly burst into heroic laughter.

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

Changing the subject abruptly and awkwardly, He Yubo pulled him casually, and Zhao Yinshun 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 food and a whole table full of delicacies, Zhao Yinshun hesitated to speak.

"Teacher, there are just two of us. Isn't this food a bit too much..."

"What does this mean? If we martial arts practitioners don't eat enough, where will we get the strength to practice? Where will we get the energy and blood to strengthen our bodies? Eat quickly! Eat quickly! If there is not enough, eat more!"

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

Amidst the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, Zhao Yinshun swallowed inaudibly.

With your eating skills, it would be a pity not to debut as a food broadcaster!

But soon, Zhao Yinshun reacted and 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 even enough to cover daily meals!

At this moment, Zhao Yinshun intuitively and deeply understood what it means to be poor in culture and rich in military affairs!

"What's wrong? No appetite?"

After swallowing a large piece of beef, He Yubo noticed that his apprentice had not yet moved his chopsticks and asked in confusion.

"No, I thought of something."

Changing the topic with a chuckle, Zhao Yinshun picked up the dishes, put them in a bowl, and ate them absentmindedly.

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

As expected of a Taoist disciple, he has a good family background, and even looks better than us roughnecks.

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

He enthusiastically handed Zhao Yinshun a full bowl of food, and then He Yubo continued to devour it.

Dozens of minutes later, Zhao Yinshun suddenly discovered that the two of them had finished finishing a large table of food!

Of course, most of it went into He Yubo's stomach, but the remaining portion was enough for him on Earth to eat for several days!

Touching his round belly, Zhao Yinshun fell into deep thought.

A rice cook, a rice cook soul, a rice cook must use a basin to eat!

He's so good at eating even before he's awakened. How can a high-level [Warrior] not eat a cow every day?

Even if it's not like a panda, most of the day is spent eating?

"How's it going? Are you full?"

Holding a toothpick in his mouth, He Yubo patted his belly with satisfaction.

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

"Why are you so polite? You practice hard. The next competition is very important. Don't lose to Jiang Ailun again."

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

"Well, I will work hard and teach."

Nodding sincerely, Zhao Yinshun's heart moved and he asked tentatively.

"By the way, Jiao Xi, do you know where I can buy the Heavenly Grade [Great Medicine]?"

"Heaven-level medicine?"

He Yubo looked startled, sat up straight suddenly, and looked at Zhao Yinshun differently.

"Did you hear something?"

"ah?"

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

"The heaven-level medicine is so precious. How can it be bought with money? But there is a place where you can occasionally get a few doses."

"Where?"

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

"Holy Golden Alliance."

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

The Holy Gold Alliance, the full name of the Covenant Financial and Trade Federation of All Nations, is a super transnational organization that originated in Europe and the West.

It is said that as long as they have money, they will sell anything. They even claim to be able to help get even the 9th level [Holy Position]. They simply want money at the expense of their lives!

Therefore, he was also jokingly called "Desperate for Money" by Zhao Yinshun's "erudite" mother.

Shengjinlian, asking for money... is quite easy to pronounce...

Blinking his eyes, Zhao Yinshun nodded thoughtfully and decided to go to Shengjin United to inquire about it when he had time.

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

Due to the convenience of sea transportation, many goods are distributed through Hon Hai City. Maybe there is really a heaven-level medicine!

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go home quickly. The city has been a bit uneasy recently, so you'd better not go out at night."

After having enough wine and food, He Yubo stood up contentedly and left the restaurant with Zhao Yinshun.

"Teacher, why is there not peace in the city recently? Did something happen again?"

Before leaving, Zhao Yinshun remembered that he was a 13-year-old child living alone, and couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not sure, it seems like they're having a zongzi party."

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

"Who knows what kind of sinister tomb those idiots who are chopping off their heads have dug up? Anyway, don't go out if you have nothing to do!"

Mentioning those unscrupulous guys, He Yubo's face was full of disgust.

Glancing at the setting sun on the horizon, he patted Zhao Yinshun on the head and urged him to go home quickly.

He Yubo waited until Zhao Yinshun's back disappeared around the corner of the street before he 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 figure from behind, staring blankly at the dragon pattern rising into the sky on the screen wall.

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

"Master!"

"The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow... Uncle Yu, the foreigners have sent invitations again."

He Yubo's face suddenly darkened, and his fists as big as casseroles clenched loudly: "Those Thai and Western devils are really bullying me!"

The old man was silent, and after a long time he sighed quietly: "I am very hesitant now. The last battle... Sigh... When I think that Xiaofeng will be paralyzed on the bed for the rest of his life, my heart is like a knife.

I hurt him..."

"Master, we warriors only want to die standing up, not live on our knees. Xiaofeng has never regretted participating in the competition. He told me that even if he had to do it over a hundred times, he would still stand up without hesitation.

Come out!"

He Yubo cupped his fists and pushed, speaking in a solemn whisper.

"Besides, anyone with a discerning eye can now see that those foreigners are using the name of competition to suppress our morale. Although martial arts are vulgar, they are the foundation of the country. Once the martial arts spirit is gone, the backbone of the country will be broken! Master

Honor! We can lose, but we can never escape!"

Listening to He Yubo's sonorous and powerful words, the thin figure turned around, revealing an old face.
Chapter completed!