Quick Transmigration: A money-loving man meets a boy who gives away money!

A few days later, during the anxious wait, Yu Tao mastered the Yi Jin Jing. His moves were very methodical, and he had the aura of a martial arts master.

After defeating another group of gangs that wanted to rob the inn, the time had come to officially start the martial arts conference.

Yu Ci leaned against the railing, looking far away at the large arena dozens of meters away at the opposite corner of the inn. It appeared suddenly overnight without any warning.

Anyone who can accomplish such a grand feat must have some people behind him, and all of his subordinates are highly skilled in martial arts. They can ensure silence when installing structures and changing the appearance of objects.

Who organized this conference?

She suddenly became curious. They could use toilet paper to spread advertisements and attract all the heroes and scholars with or without martial arts skills to this place, but no one knew the identity behind it. It was hard not to think of some conspiracy.

She glanced at her cheap apprentice who was running around on the street with a bunch of snacks in her arms, and couldn't help but sneer. Since he had already worshipped her as his master, those evil spirits should be eliminated one by one, and no future troubles should be left.

"Master! Open the window wider!" Yu Tao waved his hand downstairs, then stood on his toes, slightly bent his knees, easily climbed up to the second floor, and got in through the window.

Yu Ci looked at his movements and couldn't help but let out a short laugh. Then her eyes seemed to remember something and a glimmer of light overflowed.

The Li family is indeed a family, as they are all so skilled at not going through the front door.

Side door~

"Master, what are you laughing at?"

"No, you can go through the main door in the future. There's no need to always climb through the window. If I mistake you for someone else, I'll hit you from the air and you'll be injured and it'll take you a hundred days to recover." Yu Ci reminded.

Yu Tao nodded, then smiled innocently, "I've gotten used to it. I'll definitely change it in the future, hehe."

After practicing Yi Jin Jing these few days, he was finally convinced that the person who could obtain such a superior martial art and let it be thrown to him at will could not be just an ordinary martial arts master.

I heard that those who have practiced martial arts to a certain level have abundant energy and blood, and can remain youthful for hundreds of years, only aging rapidly at the last moment when their energy runs out.

In his heart, he already regarded Yu Ci as a hermit who was at least fifty years old and had reached the level of Martial Honor.

Only a hermit could make so many people become enemies and owe them money.

I have to say, Master is really rich!

He was now wearing a black shorts with a gauze blouse and outer robe on the outside. He looked elegant, easy-going, handsome and much better than before.

"Master, would you like to eat some freshly-baked purple rice cakes?" He piled the cakes next to Yu Ci.

Yu Ci picked up a piece "reluctantly", then smelled it. After confirming that it was not poisoned, she put a small piece into her mouth and chewed it slowly.

Seeing that it was edible, Yu Tao behind him quickly changed to another one and handed it to Yu Ci to taste.

The competition hasn't even started in the past two days, but there have been several poisoning incidents on the streets. People in the underworld are scheming against each other and will do anything to achieve their goals. It is better to be safe than sorry.

Only then did Yu Tao discover that his master was actually well versed in pharmacology. It was like a small encyclopedia of medicines. As long as she was willing to take a bite, she could eat it.

Yu Ci glanced at the unfortunate disciple calmly, rolled her eyes, and then said with a slight twitch of her nose, "You can eat it all, eat quickly, the competition is about to begin."

"Yeah, okay." Yu Tao happily put the things on the table, then picked up the table with two fingers and moved it to the window. He sat with his back to the window so that he could turn sideways to look at the scenery outside at any time.

At his age, he is still growing, and people who practice martial arts eat more. Although there seemed to be a mountain of food on the table, it actually could not last more than half a quarter of an hour, and he finished it in one gulp.

"Are you full?" Yu Ci raised her eyelids, looked at him and asked calmly.

"Eight points full!" Yu Tao replied, he was still two meat buns short of being fully full.

"Well, can you exert your strongest strength when you are eight-tenths full?"

"Of course you can, but if you're very full, I'll have a better feel for it." He stared at the buns on the roadside, his eyes wide open.

Yu Ci said: "Then give me a few more buns, so I can feel fuller."

"Thank you, Master!" He went downstairs, paid the money, got the buns, and went upstairs in one go. It only took him about two breaths.

Yu Tao looked at the three big meat buns and remembered that his master hadn't eaten yet, so he quickly picked up one, broke it in half and gave it to Yu Ci. He knew that Yu Ci usually didn't eat much, so for something as greasy as this, perhaps half a bun would be enough.

The bun was broken open, revealing a small piece of oil paper inside. Yu Tao was stunned for a second, and then he slammed the table and stood up, "How abominable! The profiteers actually used paper instead of meat filling!"

He got angry and wanted to ask for an explanation.

Yu Ci held his forehead and pressed it down, saying, "That's someone trying to send you a message, you silly disciple!"

"Sit down!" She said, and Yu Tao sat down obediently.

Yu Ci took a pair of chopsticks from the table, picked up the oil paper, and then spread it out. There were only a few words written on it.

(Want to know your real identity, dog?)

Yu Tao turned it over and muttered, "I want to know what your word is. I don't know...dog."

"Master, I want to know what's behind you?" His eyes were filled with curiosity, and there was a pure and stupidity that had never been polluted by knowledge.

Yu Ci thought about how they had been planning for so long, but failed one day because Yu Tao was illiterate. She suddenly found it funny and the corners of her mouth curled up silently.

"It says, Do you want to know your true identity? Dog."

"Do you want to know?" she asked back.

"What real identity? My true identity is the master's disciple!" Yu Tao just felt that someone wanted to harm him. He had been wandering alone for so long and finally had a relative to rely on, food to eat and clothes to wear, but someone actually wanted to disrupt his life.

Unforgivable.

Yu Ci picked up the paper and threw it aside, "Okay, let's eat the buns!"

"Oh, okay!" Yu Tao's anger came and went quickly. As long as his master wasn't angry, he could still eat as many buns as he wanted in the future.

While he was eating the buns, a fight started on the stage below.

At the beginning, there were some clowns who overestimated their own abilities and went on stage to attract attention.

But once this chain of powerful snakes starts to move, it will not stop until the strongest one emerges.

In just a moment, the man standing on it slowly improved from a warrior to an early stage military general. The energy he created ruffled the hair of the people around him.

"Who else?" The martial artist who had defeated three people in a row on the stage patted his chest, looking extremely proud, and shouted to the people below.

However, those powerful people who have their own sects and gangs don’t want to come on stage so early to attract attention. The later they appear, the more stylish they will be.

Therefore, he was allowed to run rampant.

Three seconds later, a flying kick came from a young man in white clothes who looked very flashy and kicked the man down.

"Song Lingfeng, a disciple of Huayang Sect, please teach me!"

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the disciple was going up on the stage to practice. The Huayang Sect's leader was watching from the audience, so it wouldn't lose face and would also make the disciple proud.