A Suicidal Suggestion

Song Qingshu wore a mysterious expression. "Great-Grandmaster, trust me. You'll live to at least two hundred."

Zhang Sanfeng could not help but shudder. Having reached a realm close to the divine, he had vaguely sensed that he might still live another eighty or a hundred years. But how had this brat Song Qingshu known?

Seeing Song Qingshu's smug face, Zhang Sanfeng could not help saying, "Since you brought this up, Great-Grandmaster must remind you of something. As the saying goes, 'A maiden of sixteen has a body soft as cream; with the sword at her waist, she slays foolish men. Though no heads are seen to fall, their marrow withers in secret.' You are so lustful and fond of women now—this is no sign of longevity. You should learn more about preserving your health from Great-Grandmaster."

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "Great-Grandmaster, asking me to avoid women for my entire life like you do would be worse than killing me."

"How can it be that exaggerated?" Zhang Sanfeng replied. "One must preserve one's essence and nurture one's qi, thereby comprehending the unity of man and heaven. Your Great-Grandmaster is already over a hundred, yet every morning I still stand tall... Cough, cough, cough. I have more vigor than plenty of young men. That is the way to longevity."

Song Qingshu stared at him in astonishment and could not help giving him a thumbs-up. I'm convinced!

"Great-Grandmaster, you've lived for more than a hundred years without ever tasting the pleasures of women. Isn't that far too regrettable? Some day, I'll take you to Yanjing. I own the largest brothel in the city. Then I'll find a few pure little girls to serve you, and you'll learn what it means to have a cigarette afterward and rival a living immortal..."

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