Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 4 If the three-year-old Zhang Zhiwei were to meet the eighteen-year-old me, he would be in big trouble!
"Ah? No, Junior Brother, you're sitting here?"

Shuiyun, whose body turned pale, watched in amazement as He Songling came down the mountain, turned left and took a car to the train station. Zuo Rutong called urgently, and he wanted to give his junior fellow apprentice a ride, so he opened the second level to make the trip faster, but He Songling actually got on the car.

"Nonsense, our Sanyi Sect is nearly 1,500 miles away from the Lu Family Compound. I'm still going there on foot?" He Songling patted Shuiyun's shoulder with a smile, "Times have changed, brother. Even the prison guards know how to send telegrams. How can you become a master if you don't take the train and use Qinggong to travel?"

The huge locomotive and steam finally made Shuiyun, who was born in the Qing Dynasty, reluctantly accept that they could take the train when they went out, but he still kept nagging like an old mother watching her child going on a long journey:
"Junior brother, many famous families will surely come to the Lu family's birthday banquet this time, not to mention the families that are part of the four great families. I heard that even the Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu has rushed over from Jiangxi. You must control your temper and put on a good image, so as not to bring shame to our Sanyi Sect."

"I know. Are you still not confident in my work?" He Songling said impatiently, "Besides, why are you still blaming me? With your hairstyle, you would be punished with death in the Qing Dynasty. Even if you were to walk down the street now, you would still be a hooligan."

"Bullshit, we monks, this hairstyle..." Shuiyun was furious, but there was nothing he could do. His head full of green hair and a shaved bald spot on the top of his head revealing his green skin would make him look like a spirited young man in the 21st century. It was indeed quite unusual in this era.

But just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a loud whistle.

"Okay, senior brother, don't move around here. I'll go to the Lu family compound to buy you some oranges." He Songling lightly tapped his toes and floated in through the window like a kite. Then the train started moving, and Shuiyun's figure gradually turned into a small white dot on the platform.

A person suddenly came in, naturally scaring the people in the carriage, and someone immediately called the police. He Songling smiled, used his profound skills, and with a "whoosh", his whole body turned snow-white.

At this time, the train police arrived and shouted from a distance: "Who is it? Who doesn't buy a ticket? What are you doing...?"

The closer the man got, the quieter his voice became. When he got in front of He Songling, He Songling asked, "What's wrong?" He told the man that he couldn't do it anymore, and said hesitantly, "Ah, no, nothing, I'm just taking a walk. Sir, you can tell me if you have anything to do."

"I'm fine, you can go." He Songling waved his hand, and the man bowed and turned away. On the way out, he cursed at the passenger who dared to call him: "You are blind, don't you recognize the foreign master? If you dare to bark for no reason again, the master will throw you all out..."

He Songling smiled and didn't take it seriously. This was something he discovered accidentally while walking down the mountain these years. The Trinity School's three levels of reverse life were not only good for fighting, but also effective in disguising oneself as a European or American.

There is no other way, these days! Foreigners are the bosses, and pretending to be a Westerner and speaking foreign languages ​​can save him a lot of trouble. This is also a unique advantage of Trinity.

He Songling took off his clothes in front of everyone's eyes, threw two silver coins, about 40 yuan, to a man, and asked him to give up his seat. The man who was still full of resentment just now took the silver coins and immediately nodded and bowed to invite He Songling to sit down.

"Well, Lu's compound..." He Songling looked out the window, tapping his fingers on the window frame in deep thought. This plot has little to do with Sanyimen, but for Longhushan, Zhang Zhiwei believes that this is the root of all evil.

He believed that if he had not slapped Lu Jin to the ground, making Zhang Jingqing realize that even outside Longhu Mountain, no one of his peers could be his rival, he would not have specially trained Zhang Huaiyi. Naturally, he would not have been qualified to go down the mountain to meet Wu Gensheng and join the Thirty-Six Thieves.

However, He Songling felt that this was a bit suspenseful. According to the subsequent plot, Wu Gensheng was a pure succubus. Whether he would interact with someone depended entirely on whether the person was pleasing to him, and had nothing to do with strength. After all, Zhang Huaiyi had received special training from Zhang Jingqing, and he was still defeated by Wu Gensheng.

"Same person, different fate. While Lu Jin was slapped and cried by Brother Bao Ying, Li Muxuan got the real teachings of Wang Yaozu and was brutally abusing the big fool Quan Xing."

He Songling would never forget what was the initial fuse of the Sanyi Gate Incident. He was still undecided about how to deal with Li Muxuan.

Normally, he could just kill this kid secretly and everything would be over. But his old mentor had cultivated for a lifetime, and the chance to break through the third level should be on this kid, and he didn't want to ruin Zuo Ruotong's chance. As for how to ensure Zuo Ruotong's immortality and the immortality of the Sanyi Sect after the third level...

"Forget it, let's have a fight with Brother Bao Ying first to test my own strength before deciding what to do next."

Strength is, after all, the foundation of everything. Only those with sufficient strength can get involved in disputes of the level of Zuo Rutong and Wu Gensheng. Otherwise, if you rashly get involved, your end will be like Si Chong and Cheng Zhen in the future.

"Huff...Huff...Huh...Oh my goodness, we're finally here." Outside the Lu family compound, He Songling kept panting. He Songling's plan was very thorough, but he missed one thing. He was used to taking high-speed trains and forgot how slow the steam trains of this era were and how narrow the railway network was.

When he found himself at the terminal, but still a long way from the Lu Family compound, he knew something was wrong and hurried over with his body skills. Even so, when he arrived, he only saw a mess of cups and plates. Obviously, the banquet had been cleared and Lu Jin had already received that slap.

"I'm a step too late." He Songling slapped his forehead in annoyance, "Is Huo De Zong here today? I hope they haven't left yet. I'll make friends with Feng Ping and see if I can learn some fire escape techniques."

When the thirty-six thieves formed a brotherhood, Feng Ping traveled more than a thousand miles back and forth in a short period of time just to bring a jar of good wine to drink. He didn't even show obvious signs of fatigue. His speed was amazing.

He Songling asked the servants of the Lu family about Zuo Rutong's room. When Zuo Rutong came back from congratulating the new head of the Lu family, Lu Xuan, he found his apprentice sitting in the room waving at him.

"Hey, isn't this the Immortal He? What wind has blown you?" Zuo Rutong was furious when he saw He Songling. He thought He Songling was not "honest" enough and too radical. If he was not careful, there would be problems.

But he did have a solution, just keep him by his side and watch him all the time. If all the hundreds of disciples in the sect did this, he would definitely not be able to handle it, but for a genius like He Songling, it was not difficult to make an exception.

It was only after he began to teach that he realized that this was the beginning of Zuo Ruotong's nightmare. He Songling had been a disciple for nearly 20 years, and for 15 years he had been with Zuo Ruotong all the time. He didn't know how good the cultivation level of the third level of Nisheng in this sect was, but the ability to anger Zuo Ruotong was indeed unparalleled in the world.

Just imagine, he was a contestant who could kneel at the door of a cartoonist to urge him to update, a social terrorist that even modern people couldn't stand, what would it be like for a native Qing Dynasty old man to face him. Over the past fifteen years, Zuo Rutong was so angry with him that he broke down at least twice a year and withdrew from the third level of reverse life.

Because of his frequent anger over the years, he was given another nickname "Mr. Kanglong", and the demeanor of "Immortal Daying" was completely destroyed. Zuo Rutong now wants to curse He Songling when he sees him.

"Ah, you blame me for the train delay? Forget it, I can't explain to you, an old man from the Qing Dynasty, that high technology doesn't make sense." He Songling really lived up to expectations and choked Zuo Rutong as soon as he opened his mouth. "Why, I heard that Lu Jin was beaten up by someone?"

"Well, that child has made great progress in his cultivation." Zuo Rutong nodded.

"No, they beat the younger ones first and then the older ones. You just stood there and watched your disciple get beaten?" He Songling said disdainfully, "You can bear it, but I can't. Are you still alive? I'm going to get this back for my junior brother!"

"You?" Zuo Ruotong looked He Songling up and down, pondered for a while, and said, "Well, it's not impossible, but that child is the successor of the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. Are you sure?"

"Hehe, Master, don't worry." He Songling was happy, and his smile was full of eagerness to try. He dared to come over and have a fight with Brother Bao Ying, of course he had the confidence.

Ever since he traveled through time, He Songling has felt that his body is special. It was enough that he could see Zuo Rutong's Qi at the age of two. When he actually cultivated to the third level of reverse life, he discovered that perhaps he came from outer space, and this world automatically regarded his soul as an innate thing.

What the extraordinary people cultivate throughout their lives is the innate Qi that has not yet dissipated completely. The end point of the triple fantasy of reverse rebirth is to return to the innate from the acquired, and achieve a creature composed entirely of innate Qi. This can be called "becoming an immortal."

He Songling's state was equivalent to reaching the end of the third level of reverse life in advance. He shot the arrow first and then drew the target. His progress was surprisingly smooth. The dangerous checkpoints of the third level of reverse life were completely non-existent to He Songling. He didn't feel anything at all and had already cultivated to the second level.

Over the years, he has practiced for a long time, and not only Zuo Ruotong, but even he himself doesn't know what level he is at. It's just right, using this future top-notch person to test his own gold content.

He Songling's teeth were shining in the sunset as he smiled: "Zhang Zhiwei is just lucky. His life has been too smooth. If he had met the 18-year-old me when he was three years old, he would have been in trouble!"

(End of this chapter)