MTL - Super Dimensional Martial Immortal-Chapter 6 I am still a child!

   Chapter 6 I'm still a child!

   "I'm old, my qi and blood are depleted, and even the sharpness in my chest is dull. From now on, you have to worry more about things in the martial arts academy."

   He Yubo was startled when he heard Master's implication, and quickly waved his hand.

   "No, Master..."

   raised his hand and waved, the old man interrupted him without hesitation, and walked towards the gate of the martial arts institute.

  He Yubo scratched his head in distress, and followed behind him step by step.

   "The Martial Arts Society is a conspiracy. We don't have a choice, but it is also an opportunity. Real gold is made with fire. Do you really think I am nobody?"

   sneered like he was talking to himself, the old man was refreshed, his slightly hunched back was slowly straightened, and a strange wind was blowing around him, like a tiger going down the mountain, breathtaking!

   "The scale of the Martial Arts Club is getting bigger and bigger. This time, they will invite martial arts talents from the sixteen counties of Lanzhou, and the prizes... In addition to money, there is also an SSS-level medicine!"

   "SSS class?"

  He Yubo blinked his eyes in confusion, somewhat confused about the grading method commonly used by foreigners.

   "C is the human level, B is the earth level, A is the sky level...S, SS..."

   snapped his fingers and converted it to Damin's traditional grade. After a few seconds, he suddenly widened his eyes and took a deep breath.

   "Supreme Good Fortune Grade??!!"

   Immediately, he looked at his master in disbelief and swallowed hard.

   "How many steps?"

   "Hehe, what level is the champion, and the prize is the big medicine for his next level up."

   "Then we are looking for an 8th rank to participate in the competition, isn't it?!"

   The old man walking in front suddenly stopped and stared at him with narrowed eyes.

   "It's a [Youth Martial Arts Exchange Meeting], not a meeting of old-fashioned gods, ancient and modern, all over the world, have you heard of level 8 under the age of 20?"

"Uh…"

   Not to mention rank 8, it is not bad if he is under the age of 20 to wake up smoothly. He Yubo has worked hard for more than 40 years, and so far he is only rank 3 [Wufu].

   After all, the path of martial arts is different from other ranks. Too fast promotion does more harm than good. Without a solid foundation, if there is no rank, it is just a pretence, and it will bury hidden dangers in the future.

   Even the arrogance of the Martial Dao Tianjiao, the direct descendant of the Hidden World Sect, before the age of 20, at most, they were only 2nd or 3rd rank.

   In other words, foreigners only need to prepare Tier 3 medicine.

   But even so, He Yubo couldn't help but feel the pantothenic acid in his heart.

   That is the supreme level of good fortune!

   "Damn, really rich..."

   Hearing the disciple's thoughts full of resentment, the old man shook his head helplessly.

   "How is the elementary school recently? Are there any good seedlings?"

   Hearing Master's question, He Yubo quickly put away his emotions and nodded calmly.

   "There is a child named Zhao Yinshun with amazing potential. He has only entered the elementary school for about a year. Except for Jiang Ailun, no one is his opponent."

   "Zhao Yinshun? Is it Zhao Chaoge's child?"

   "Yes, that's him."

   "I saw that kid when he was young... But I remember Zhao Chaoge took him back to Wudang Mountain to build the foundation... Why did he come back? Did it fail?"

  The old man slowed down and fell into memory.

   "Master, there is no failure, that kid is now majoring in [Zhenwu Secret Record]!"

   "Huh... Then his future is limitless..."

   He Yubo felt happier than praising himself when the old man praised Zhao Yinshun, and said quickly.

   "If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't practiced his style of play and couldn't fully mobilize the true qi in his body, he would already be the chief of the elementary school!"

   "Then doesn't he meet the conditions for awakening?"

"The physique is still a little worse. After all, he is too young, only 13 years old, and he does not dare to give him a hard time. He can only rely on [True Martial Secret Record] to slowly nurture him, but it is estimated that he will be able to break out in about a year or so. Sexual growth."

   "Then you cultivate well... don't let him go down the wrong path."

  The old man patted He Yubo on the shoulder and instructed earnestly.

   After he finished speaking, he hesitated, and after a while, his expression became condensed and he whispered cautiously.

   "If he is really good enough, my treasured medicine can be considered for him."

   Before He Yubo showed his joy, the old man warned in a deep voice.

   "But the premise is that he has a good character and a healthy mind. I don't want to cultivate a scourge."

   "Master, don't worry, he was grown up by me, and he is definitely a kind and good boy!"

   "That's good, then I'm going to go out for a while, and the Martial Arts Academy will be handed over to you for the time being."

   "Ah? Where are you going, Master?"

   "Outsiders are riding on our heads. How can the lords of the sixteen counties of Lanzhou remain indifferent? In this martial arts meeting, we will make Xiyi pay his wife and break his army."

   The old man sneered, raised his foot on the ground for a moment, and disappeared on the broad avenue in an instant.

  …………

   crunch~

   Pushing open the vermilion gate, you will be greeted by a small courtyard with exquisite layout.

   It seems that no one has been trimmed for a long time, the weeds in the courtyard are over the ankles, and even the shrubs look listless.

   Zhao Yinshun looked around, pacing gently, wandering around in the "home".

  Looking around the familiar and unfamiliar room, every step I took, the scene in my memory became alive, and a faint warmth lingered in my heart.

   Followed by, there is also a sense of absurd and grotesque contradiction.

   A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. For a while, Zhao Yinshun couldn't figure out whether it was Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or Die Meng Zhuang Zhou, and who "I" was...

  Damin, Earth, which one is real?

   The slight breathing echoed in the room. After a long time, Zhao Yinshun let out a long sigh and finally fully accepted the fact that he had crossed into a strange world.

  's mood gradually calmed down, he raised his footsteps and walked towards the location of the bathroom in memory.

   He wants to see who "he" is!

   With the last light of the setting sun, a child between a teenager and a child was reflected in the mirror, and the long bangs covered his eyes, making him look gloomy.

  Although he was mentally prepared, Zhao Yinshun fell into silence for a while seeing "myself" so young.

   After staring for a long time, he turned on the faucet, picked up the cold tap water and slapped it on his face.

   "his~"

   touched the black green wound on his face, and he grinned in pain.

   Endured the pain and washed his face, wiped the obstructing bangs into a big back, a beautiful and gloomy face completely appeared in the mirror, and the childish appearance was younger than Zhao Yinshun expected.

   Looking at the gloomy bear child in the mirror, Zhao Yinshun slammed his mouth and sighed in resignation.

what can I do?

   I'm still a kid!

   Tired, so be it, love whoever…

   Knowing himself again, Zhao Yinshun walked out of the bathroom, walked back to the bedroom naturally, and picked up a photo frame from the table. The blurred black and white photo was imprinted with a happy family of three.

   On the left is my mother, on the right is my father, and the grinning radish head in the middle is "I".

   I see a lot of people saying that they want to raise a book, but if you raise a book, you can't stop the ticket o(≧kou≦)o!

   (end of this chapter)