Supreme Grandpa Chapter 20
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"Brother Huang, I remember that ten years ago, you were already a 3rd Tier Master martial artist, why are you still staying in the same realm now?" Yang Song spoke with a bit of emotion.
"Martial arts cultivation itself depends on talent, and my talent is not that heaven-defying... It is very difficult to continue to improve!" Huang Shi replied with a sigh.
Yang Song smiled strangely and said, "Look at my sons, all of them are better than you. In terms of martial arts training, since you can't improve it anymore, you have to think about other ways. Recently, I have nothing to do at home, and I designed a very interesting dance. This time, my gift for you is very attentive. So when my birthday ceremony is over, I will write it out for you as a gift in return."
Dance?
The muscles at the corners of Huang Shi's mouth twitched slightly. Wasn't that the thing performed by women?
Was he suitable as a man?
But now the Yang Family was so powerful, he didn't dare to provoke this old bastard, so he had a smile on his face, "The Yang Family itself is an outstanding family. Geniuses come forth in large numbers. The waves behind push the waves in the front. I am not as good as the descendants of the Yang Family. For so many years, I have also accepted my fate. You know, I am already lucky enough to be a warrior. As for Old Yang's gift, this old man is happy to receive it."
"Hahaha, that's good, Old Huang has become more and more able to talk recently!"
Yang Song then said, "I choreographed the dance moves with my heart. When the time comes, Old Huang, you must practice more!"
"Of course, of course!"
Huang Shi nodded seriously on the surface, but he actually sneered in his heart. 'After taking it back, I will just take a look. Humph, and count me as losing!'
"Squeak!"
When the two were chattering with each other, Xiao Laoxu, who was standing on Yang Song's shoulders, made a sound suddenly. Then one of its paws kept patting Yang Song, and the other paw pointing towards Huang Shi.
Yang Song quickly understood what Xiao Laoxu meant. Huang Shi was carrying a treasure, so he blinked his eyes, "Right, Brother Huang, do you remember that we had a gambling appointment a long, long time ago? ?"
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"What?"
Huang Shi was taken aback while an unknown premonition took place in his heart, "There, there seems to be none, right? Why don't I remember?"
Yang Song touched his chin and looked puzzled, "Brother Huang really forgets things too much. When we were studying, I took a talent test and finally found out that I couldn't practice martial arts. At that time, our relationship was good. You also did not stop comforting me, saying let me not give up, if one day I become a warrior, you would give me a big gift!"
"This thing?" Huang Shi heaved a sigh of relief. The so-called big gifts were nothing but vain. After learning that Yang Song could not practice martial arts, he was the one who mocked the most vigorously. How could it be called 'comfort'?
But in this situation, he felt that the Yang Family's old man was showing goodwill to himself and closing the relationship.
Sweeping his eyes at Yang Haodong and Yang Haonan standing in the lobby, Huang Shi nodded and said, "Yeah, yeah, I remember this. Speaking of those years, it is really unforgettable. After I learned that Brother Yang could not practice martial arts, I was worried for several days, and I couldn't even eat any food. If Brother Yang really became a martial artist, I would definitely have a gift for you."
Seeing what Huang Shi said, Yang Song felt better, "Brother Huang, I heard that you have a very peculiar bead. I wonder if it is true or not?"
"Yellow Spring Shell Bead?"
This kind of thing could not be concealed. Huang Shi had to bite the bullet and answered, determined in his heart that no matter what this fellow Yang Song would say next, he would not send this thing out.
Yang Song blinked and said with a serious expression, "That's right! I am planning to practice martial arts well recently. If I become a martial artist, our agreement will count! We will use this bead as a bet!"
"Sure, no problem."
Huang Shi laughed on the spot. A waste body becoming a warrior? He had never heard this kind of thing in the entire country.
What's more, Yang Song was already a hundred years old. At this age, if he really practiced martial arts, if his actions were too intense, his bones would definitely be broken and by then, this guy would become a cripple among cripples.
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And wouldn't this method make him die faster?
Yang Song: "Okay, okay, it seems that I have to work hard for that treasure."
"I believe that Brother Yang will succeed," Huang Shi said politely. "Brother Zhou, Brother Da, they also thought the same way. By the way, I remember clearly that the two of them had also participated in the gambling. If Brother Yang is really successful, then your great gifts will not be less."
It was really 'receiving pillows while dozing off'.
Huang Shi's divine assist directly made Yang Song think of an ever more brilliant idea.
"Yeah, yeah, there's them too. Everyone is good a brother," Yang Song said with a smile.
In the lobby, the children and grandchildren of the Yang Family could not intervene at all, but they felt quite bright in their hearts.
Although they did not know what their old man was talking about mainly, they intuitively felt that those old guys might have major bleeding again this time.
For Huang Shi this old guy, his brain was really not enough.
Clearly, Yang Song was peering at his treasure, but he kept walking into the net by himself happily.
Huang Shi: "Right. Actually, I already knew that Brother Yang wanted that bead. Hence, I have carried it with me all these years. If you really become a martial artist, I will give it to you right away."
He also carefully took out a bead from his pocket, drew a glance, and quickly tucked it back into his pocket.
Although it was called 'Yellow', this bead was silvery white all over.
It was obviously daytime, but the moment it was pulled out, its body exuded an extremely dazzling silver-white light, and it felt warm and mysterious.
'Humph!'
'You want it very much, right?'
'I can show it to you, but I won't give it to you, I'm mad at you!'
This was the inner monologue in Huang Shi's mind.
When he took out this bead, Xiao Laoxu, who was standing on Yang Song's shoulder, had his eyes straightened, and he poked Yang Song's paw harder.
As for Yang Song, when he saw Huang Shi show off this bead before, he just thought it was very beautiful and looked like a rare treasure. But now when he saw it again, it felt completely different.
"It's really amazing. Inside this bead, there are extremely rich psionic particles moving around. The whole thing seems to be gathered with psionic particles. This kind of good thing can only be used as a keepsake in the hands of the Yellow Dong Shit's hands. It's really wasteful, really waste."
Yang Song secretly said in his heart. He instinctively felt that his speed of cultivating immortals would be greatly improved when he got that bead.
"Haonan, why are you still standing stupidly? Why don't you find a chair for Old Huang?"
This was a moneybag. Many people had witnessed the conversation just now. Then, as long as he waited for Old Zhou and Old Da to put on another set of treasures, he could declare that he had become a warrior, and then honestly empty all of their treasures.
"Okay, father!"
Yang Haonan felt that his old man today was not the same as before. He used to ignore others after receiving gifts. But he said so many things today and even made a bet?
To be honest, his old man never did things that were uncertain.
"Is it possible that my old man has really become a martial artist? But, it is really impossible! Since he has never practiced anything, his muscles and bones have long been nog good, and with his old age, how could he practice?"
Although he was very puzzled, Yang Haonan didn't ask more as he quickly moved a chair to Huang Shi.
In fact, it was not just Yang Haonan. In the lobby, all the children and grandchildren of the Yang Family were quite dumbfounded. They really could not understand what their old lord was playing today!
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