The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

Gathering firewood, breaking stones, lighting a fire...

On Huangshi Bridge in the suburbs of Xiapi County.

Watching the busy young man, Chang Shou's lips twitched, speechless. He really didn't know if this kid was too well-mannered or had a stubborn temper.

This bad habit of repaying evil with good really gave him a headache.

But since things have come to this, I have no choice but to go down this path to the bitter end.

Changshou stared at the young man who was concentrating on drying his shoes and warming himself by the fire, and then an idea popped into his head.

He continued to curse and swear, his language utterly vulgar.

He rattled off a string of vulgarities from the countryside, each word piercing the heart and each sentence cutting to the lungs, without repeating himself.

At first, the young man was furious.

Later, he calmed down.

First, treat the cawing of crows in your ear as a way to temper your mind.

Sages and virtuous men throughout history have cultivated their minds and refined their character.

He considered it merely a trial in life, a punishment from his ancestors for his failed assassination attempt on the Qin emperor.

The young man looked dejected again.

Chang Shou's fighting spirit was instead ignited.

He refused to believe that a centenarian like himself couldn't outmaneuver a young man in his twenties, and before he knew it, Changshou was getting into a contest with the young man.

One increases output, the other continuously refines the mind.

The old and the young pull at each other, wearing each other down.

The interplay of movement and stillness on this ancient bridge creates a harmonious and interesting scene, from which they strangely find a sense of enjoyment.

This old man was eloquent and quite persuasive.

This kid has incredible composure; he's got guts.

This idea came to mind as soon as it appeared.

Changshou and the young man were both startled.

Chang Shou: I originally intended to annoy this brat, but somehow I've developed a slight appreciation for him. This is absolutely unacceptable!

Young man: This old man's mouth is full of foul language, how can I admire him? I have absolutely no tendency to suffer.

The two of them exchanged a glance.

The moment their eyes met, they looked away as if they had seen something disgusting and filthy, their expressions turning awkward and falling silent.

Only flickering flames remained.

The crackling sound of burning firewood became the only noise.

---

The shoes were baked quickly.

The young people's clothes have dried quite a bit.

He extinguished the flame and respectfully presented the shoes to the old man.

"Old man, the shoes are dry."

"If you keep wearing these shoes, you definitely won't get cold."

Squinting at the young man in front of him, Chang Shou continued his rascally act. He clicked his tongue in disgust twice, then refrained from uttering any more vulgarities, secretly making a hand gesture with his hand hidden in his sleeve.

He stretched out his bare foot.

An extremely strong stench wafted over, a sour and pungent odor even more terrifying and intoxicating than the smell of feces, so strong that you could even see the stench emanating from the soles of the feet.

Caught off guard, the young man almost vomited.

Considering how impolite this was, he quickly held back and swallowed back what was rising in his throat.

Chang Shou:......

That kid is ruthless!

It actually made him feel nauseous, and even wanted to vomit.

That is precisely why he cannot be accepted as a disciple.

"What do you mean by this, sir?"

The young man asked a question he already knew the answer to.

They didn't dare look at the old man's feet at all.

Chang Shou scratched his ear impatiently, tried to pick out a piece of earwax, flicked it with his finger, and blew on it.

He portrayed an old man who was outwardly beautiful but inwardly rotten and unhygienic with remarkable skill.

He said matter-of-factly:

"Kid, are you blind?"

Naturally, we put shoes on the old man.

Are you suggesting we make the old man do it himself?

The old man is eighty years old; doesn't he know how to respect his elders?

Seeing the young man's troubled expression and struggling demeanor.

Chang Shou was overjoyed and urged them on repeatedly.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"

I thought that even the most composed young people would turn hostile in the face of such a super biological weapon.

However, things didn't go as planned.

He suppressed his anger again, squatted down, held his breath, and helped Changshou put on his shoes.

He just doesn't look too good.

It turned bluish, like it had been poisoned.

---

Help the old man put on his shoes.

The young man immediately stood up, breathing heavily, his expression greedy, as if he had just escaped death.

After taking a few breaths of fresh air.

The young man silently comforted himself.

All hardships are tests.

Only through rigorous training can one develop unwavering willpower.

If I can't even handle an old man like this, how can I talk about overthrowing the Qin Dynasty, let alone killing the Qin traitors?

Chang Shou had noticed the changes in the young people's demeanor.

Although he didn't know what the young man had gone through, he wouldn't give up easily.

As the young man turned to leave, Changshou called him back again, saying as matter-of-factly as ever:

"Young man, I've been sitting for too long and my legs are numb. Help me up and carry me back to the county town, or I'll never forgive you."

The young man showed no sign of difficulty this time.

He finally understood.

He accepted Chang Shou's difficult treatment with equanimity.

After a while.

Looking at the young man carrying him on his back, Chang Shou felt a mix of emotions.

This kid has incredible self-control!

[If you become my disciple in the future...]

Chang Shou shook his head, quickly dismissing the idea.

This trend must not be allowed to continue.

If one's own cultivation is shallow and one's skills are not proficient, how can one accept disciples and pass on the teachings, thus misleading others?

Chang Shou made another hand seal, and his body grew heavier and heavier.

The young man, carrying a heavy load, was drenched in sweat and his legs were trembling in the winter heat.

Even so, he still did not give up on Changshou.

Seeing this scene, Chang Shou's feelings became even more complicated and indescribable.

Outside the town of Xiapi.

The young man put down Changshou as if a heavy burden had been lifted, took a few deep breaths to regain some strength, and bowed respectfully.

"I am very grateful for your guidance during our meeting at Shiqiao. I have benefited greatly from your teachings."

We have now reached the outskirts of Xiapi County. A short walk ahead will bring us into the town. I will see you off here. I wish you good health and a long life.

Longevity exceeding one hundred years: ...

This kid's brain really isn't working properly.

Seeing that the boy was about to turn and leave.

Seeing that the bond between the two had not broken but had even deepened, Chang Shou was both amused and exasperated. He said loudly:

"Young man, you have passed my test."

Five days later, wait for me on the stone bridge. I have something to give you.

The young man looked stunned.

It turned out to be a real test.

He bowed again, then turned and left.

As his figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Changshou sighed and flicked his sleeve to dispel the illusion.

Whether it's the intensity of the smell, foot odor, or weight, it's all an illusion.

---

As dusk fell.

The monkey, who had been so happy he forgot about home, finally returned.

He kept grumbling and complaining that Changshou hadn't waited for him, but Changshou immediately took out two jars of fine wine.

The monkey, who had been preparing a long speech, suddenly changed his expression, grabbed the wine jar, walked away, and began to drink with relish.

Chang Shou stroked his beard and smiled as he watched the monkey burying its head in its wine.

Isn't it just a monkey show?

My skills are quite good.

Because of this incident involving young people.

Changshou and the monkey continued to circle around Xiapi.

Besides his cultivation, he spent his days playing with the monkeys and his nights receiving instruction from Jiang Ziya.

This senior held a high position and great power in the underworld. The underworld officials of Xiapi County were also under his jurisdiction. He could easily send messages through dreams.