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Nearly seventy years old!
Xiang Yu was horrified and frightened. It has been rare in ancient times for people to live seventy years.
Not to mention, at this age, he is still so nimble and capable of climbing over walls.
"The old gentleman is really a master."
“Not only is his martial arts skills at the peak, he is also humble and low-key.”
As soon as he finished saying this, Xiang Yu heard the familiar and mean voice again, "You're the one I'm bluffing, you brat."
"Isn't this just a matter of having hands?"
But the old gentleman in front of me is still extraordinary and has a masterly demeanor. "I'm serious."
"I don't have him either, but I am familiar with it."
Xiang Yu:!?(_;?
Xiang Yu couldn't hold back and picked his ears.
It's an auditory hallucination once, but it can't be an auditory hallucination every time.
Xiang Yu looked at the white-haired old man in front of him warily. Could he be a master of martial arts and know the rumored ventriloquism?
Sunge felt chilly for a while. What did she mean by staring at her belly?
"Old sir."
"I'm not Xiang Yu."
"I don't know what the old gentleman's surname is."
Xiang Yu was born into a noble family, but in addition to his domineering attitude that will be remembered vividly by later generations, his speech and behavior still followed the aristocratic style.
Xiang Yu's eyes were still staring at Sunge's belly, stubbornly trying to solve the puzzle.
Unfortunately, his stomach didn't rise and fall, and he didn't hear any strange sounds.
"The old man comes from Juhuan, his name is Fan Zeng, and he is a well-known hermit."
"I suddenly came to Kuaiji to observe the sky at night. I counted with my fingers and found that there were colorful dragon energies gathering here. I came here specifically to find out."
After all, I have been working in collusion with Taishi Ling for several years, and this kind of pretentious talk comes out of my mouth easily.
Xiang Yu's eyes look so much like those of an old pervert.
He was obviously a high-spirited, brave and fearless young talent, so why was he shamelessly staring at her belly?
What's in her belly?
The large intestine wraps up the small intestine, so it’s possible that Xiang Yu doesn’t have it.
"Xiang Shaoxia, do you like an old belly?"
Sun Ge asked frankly and directly, but Xiang Yu looked straight at him.
Xiang Yu looked embarrassed and said, "It's Yu who's rude."
But that voice...
Sometimes there, sometimes not.
Sunge seriously suspected that Xiang Yu's brain was most likely damaged by the pressure while lifting the cauldron.
"We are destined to meet each other. Sit down."
Sunge invited Xiang Yu in and treated him with fine wine.
Xiang Yu did not refuse, but his vigilance did not weaken at all.
"Does the old gentleman know the art of looking at Qi?" Xiang Yu asked in hindsight.
Sunge always keeps in mind the humble and low-key demeanor of a master, and is calm and calm, "so-so, so-so, and a little bit general."
"Old man thinks that Shaoxia Xiang is very brave and energetic. I don't know who he can learn from."
Sunge is ready to start poaching.
In the plot, Xiang Yu has respect and suspicion for Fan Zeng. And Fan Zeng's attitude towards Xiang Yu didn't seem to be in the right position.
Although he is called a sub-father, he is still a king and a minister.
Fan Zeng pointed at Xiang Yu's nose and scolded Shuzi for his inadequacy and strategy. This should never be the attitude of a subordinate towards his master.
Xiang Yu drank the wine in the glass boldly and waved his hand casually, "I learned it casually from my uncle."
If others heard this, they would think Xiang Yu was arrogant and arrogant.
However, Sunge knew that this was indeed a fact.
Xiang Yu is an undoubted genius.
Sunge lit the candle brighter and said enthusiastically, "I would like to recommend myself to be your teacher."
Xiang Yu's hand holding the wine cup tightened slightly and he tilted his head.
Be his master?
He was born with supernatural powers, was a martial arts prodigy, and had some knowledge of the art of war. His uncle Xiang Liang was even more of a hero in the world.
"What can the old gentleman teach me?"
Xiang Yu asked sincerely.
"Although the old gentleman is extraordinary, he does not necessarily have a master-disciple relationship with me."
"Feng Shui is changing, and I don't know who is begging to become my disciple."
Xiang Yu said that he heard the voice again.
Unlike before, this voice was extremely weak, and it was easy to ignore it if you didn't listen carefully.
Xiang Yu quietly changed his position, sitting across from him and sitting next to Sunge.
Sunge's head is full of black lines. Is it possible that Xiang Yu's recent taste is that of an old man?
What should Yu Ji do?
Sun Ge pressed his hand against Xiang Yu who was getting closer and said with disgust, "Although I am old, my integrity is still there."
“I don’t sell my body to perform my art!”
"If you come any closer, I'll hit you to death."
Xiang Yu was stunned: "Listen to what you, this old shameless person, are saying?"
Xiang Yu was sure that this old man who spoke freely had a secret.
Sunge bared his teeth: Are you ashamed of being old?
Is she too old to be shy?
Sun Ge took a long breath, and the noble demeanor he tried to maintain was cracked inch by inch.
Sunge hit Xiang Yu hard with his head, and Xiang Yu was knocked to the ground as if he was hit by a huge force of gravity.
Sun Ge was condescending and snorted coldly, "Have you ever heard of what is meant by words and deeds?"
I remember back then, Xiang Yu was very coveted by her magical power of indestructibility.
Xiang Yu covered his chest, looking horrified.
Is this the head?
This is bigger than the big tripod!
“What does this have to do with what you preach and what you do?”
"You must believe what I say. Don't wait until I take action before you know the result." Sunge kicked Xiang Yu's arm and said seriously.
Xiang Yu was dumbfounded, a hermit?
What kind of hermit is so different?
Xiang Yu got up from the ground with fiery eyes, "I want to compete with you."
The collision just now aroused his fighting spirit.
"What's the benefit?" Sun Ge stretched out his hand and asked with a frown.
"Since it's a competition, it's natural to have a winner."
Sunge said it righteously.
Xiang Yu pressed his chest, which was hurt by the impact, "What kind of bonus do you want?"
"Be my disciple." Sunge never gave up on accepting disciples.
"Can."
"Then I win, and you must regard me as your master."
Xiang Yu stretched out his palm and wanted to give a high five as an oath.
Sunge was extremely satisfied. We arrived at the same destination through different paths.
Anyway, just tie Xiang Yu to her.
"Compared to what?"
"A civil fight or a physical fight?"
Sunge drank a glass of wine lazily.
Suddenly I lost the desire to compete, or just admit defeat.
"Or, better than what you are best at."
"I'm very old. I can't be accused of relying on my elders and bullying my younger ones. I can't afford to disgrace this person."
Xiang Yu's face was dark, and the harsh teasing tone was no different from that elusive voice.
Too cheap!
"Then it's just a competition of martial arts, it doesn't count as bullying you."
Xiang Yu decided as he thought of the old man floating down from the roof in front of him.
Sun Ge spread his hands and said, "Anything is fine."
When you don’t care about winning or losing, happiness will come.
However, let’s work hard. Why should we be a grandson when we can be a master?
In particular, Xiang Yu also has a bad temper.
But this bad temper is very good to the elders of the family.
It’s better to choose a day than to hit it, let’s do it today.
Under the moonlight, the long sword and the Overlord's Spear all exuded a cold luster.
Xiang Yu was very strong, and Sun Ge never looked down upon him.
With a soft drink, several phantoms emerged from the Overlord Spear in Xiang Yu's hand, like dragons, extremely fierce, and one person could forcefully wield the momentum of thousands of troops.
One is worth ten, one is worth a hundred, maybe it is not a rumor.
Xiang Yu danced his Overlord Spear, and the tip of the spear cut through Sunge's clothes on his shoulders, but barely made an inch of it, as if he was wearing armor.
(End of chapter)
