I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

——The morning sun shone into the room through the paper window, and Jiang Yeming opened his eyes.

The battle last night gave him a new understanding of his own strength. Judging by this strength, there is nothing that can threaten him in a short time.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to practice the thirteen Taibao horizontal exercises.

The thirteen Taibao horizontal exercises are relatively easy according to the first four levels mentioned in the cheat book. After the fifth level, you need to make medicinal baths with different rare medicinal materials to cooperate with the practice.
Therefore, after practicing the fourth level today, I can only stop temporarily and practice the other two martial arts.

But the other two martial arts also have the same requirements, and the next time is to find ways to earn money to maintain their practice.

What is the fastest way to get money?
In this chaotic period of warlords, it is not easy to do any business, let alone a six-year-old child.

He most intuitively thought of tomb robbery.

I am a Taoist descendant, dealing with zombie ghosts every day, nothing is more convenient than the gold and silver treasures in the ancient tomb, and I can also fight the zombie evil spirits in the ancient tomb, which just stimulates my Saiyan blood to advance.

While thinking, Jiang Yeming beat the acupoints of his body, and a very thin film appeared all over his body.

The fourth level of the thirteen Taibao horizontal training is completed.With Saiyan physique plus god-level comprehension, it is so fast to practice e-level ability.

When he was preparing to practice the other two martial arts, Wencai's voice came from outside the door.

"Junior Brother, I'm out for breakfast. Also, Master asked me to tell you, I went to the street today to make some new clothes, and I went to Ren Tingting's newspaper office to get articles promoting Taoism."

"Understood." Jiang Yeming put on his small suit and opened the door to go out. Now he is wearing this suit. It is of course good to make a few more. Ren Tingting's matter was chosen by himself, so naturally he has to finish it.

When he came to the main hall of Yizhuang, a dining table had been set up, with four sets of bowls and chopsticks, and four small breakfasts of millet porridge, pickles, pancakes, and green vegetables.

According to the traditional rules, Uncle Jiu is the elder.Sitting with his back against the statue of the Patriarch, the two senior brothers sat on both sides, and Jiang Yeming was the youngest sitting facing the statue of the Patriarch.

After everyone was seated, Uncle Jiu said calmly: "Eat." He first picked up the bowls and chopsticks and began to serve millet porridge before the apprentices could do it.

Jiang Yeming also had a hard time in the modern society. He was sensible and knew how to advance and retreat, so naturally he didn't fight ahead of his master.

However, the etiquette and dignity of this era also made him feel that there is no such tradition in modern society.

After the master and apprentice had finished eating, Uncle Jiu took out 15 yuan from his pocket and put it on the table.

"The money is in Wencai's hands. There are 12 yuan and Dayang are custom-made clothes for Jiang Yeming, and the remaining three yuan will be used as pocket money for each of you. Remember, save it and don't spend it indiscriminately."

Wen Cai smiled happily, picked up Dayang, and blew one by one by his mouth, and then put it in his ear to enjoy the crisp echo of the silver dollars.

After the verification was over, Wen Cai did not forget to draw out his voice and said: "Master, you are too generous today, this is a big ocean! In the past, I begged you not to see me for a few days. Huh."

Before Wencai finished speaking, Qiusheng covered his mouth and took it away. If the idiot continued talking, he would lose a piece of the ocean.

"Master, we're leaving. We won't be at home for lunch, so take care of yourself." Jiang Yeming bowed and saluted before leaving.

Uncle Jiu looked at the backs of the three apprentices and smiled, especially at Jiang Yeming's small body.

After the apprentices left, Uncle Jiu got up to pack the dishes. He still had important things to do next. The poor zombie had already been beaten to death. Next, he had to get rid of the mutated corpse and give him a plastic surgery. Otherwise, his family might not be able to recognize his original appearance when he claimed it.

The three brothers were talking and laughing on the street, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with Uncle Jiu giving Jiang Yeming twelve silver dollars to buy clothes.

Qiu Sheng is coming up with ideas:

"Junior brother, I think we should make a western suit, a long robe and mandarin jacket, and a fashionable student uniform."

Wen Cai counted the silver dollars in his pocket, then shook his head in denial:

"No, I don't have enough money. Western clothes cost at least 6 yuan, robes and jackets cost 4 yuan, and student clothes cost 4 yuan."

The two quarreled over the difference of 2 silver dollars, and Jiang Yeming had no choice but to dissuade them.

"Stop arguing. You see, I'm so young. It takes a lot less fabric to order a set of clothes, and I can't spend that much money."

Wen Cai's eyes lit up: "That's right, then I can make one more set for my junior brother."

The three walked and chatted, but Jiang Yeming couldn't help but make a sound.

"Brothers, don't you mind if I hide my life experience?"

Rubbing his head with both hands, the brothers smiled and said:
"How come, no matter what your background is, you are our little junior brother."

The ancient master-student inheritance is so close and simple. The most important thing between teachers and brothers is friendship and support.

Wencai and Qiusheng are typical traditional disciples. Regardless of how unreliable they are usually, they really care for their juniors.

After measuring the size at the tailor and paying the deposit, Wencai and Qiusheng sent Jiang Yeming to the Renjia newspaper office.

When Ren Tingting came out, Qiu Sheng glanced obsessively at the beautiful woman dressed in Western style, and told Jiang Yeming:
"You stay at the newspaper office in the morning, and we will pick you up at noon to have a big meal in the restaurant."

The two senior brothers left hand in hand after exhorting them. .

Ren Tingting took Jiang Yeming's little hand and walked towards the newspaper office, jokingly said: "Your senior brother still cares about you, I'm afraid you will get lost."

Jiang Yeming rolled his eyes, he wasn't even afraid of zombies, so he was afraid of human traffickers.

However, the appearance is too young, no matter how strong it is, it is not reassuring.

When he entered the newspaper office, before Ren Tingting came to introduce him, a group of Yingying and Yanyan surrounded him.

"This is Uncle Jiu's little apprentice. It's so cute."

"It's so delicate, it's even more beautiful than a porcelain doll, and I can't bear to hug it."

"Little friend, do you want some candy? The candy made by my sister is very sweet."

It is not easy to be surrounded by a bunch of good-looking, well-dressed and trendy beauties.

Jiang Yeming was almost suffocated by the powder.His face, his hands, his body parts, were constantly being mopped.

"Let go of me, or I'll do it."

He had no choice but to threaten with force.

"Everyone stop and go back to their jobs. He is here to help with the work, not to accept your overflowing maternal love."

The newspaper staff had no choice but to make strange faces and return to their jobs.

Finally escaped, Jiang Yeming heaved a sigh of relief, it was the first time he felt that crowds of women were so terrifying, it was ten times more difficult than fighting zombies, no.It is a hundred times more difficult.

Impatiently, he walked to an empty office cubicle, picked up the pen and paper on the table, and began to create commercial soft-text structures.