Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 157 Zuo Ruotong: The Heavenly Master is only one or two moves better than me. Lu Jin: Yes! Me too!
"Well, then you have a point."

He Songling thought about the original story, in which Lu Jin, who was over a hundred years old and almost killed by Lei Yan Pao Gao Ning, nodded in agreement: "Without us watching over him, his cultivation will definitely fall behind."

Lu Jin, who was practicing far away at the mountain gate, suddenly sneezed several times for some reason.

"That's right." Zuo Ruotong spread his hands. "We in Xuan Sect practice pay attention to four subjects: Dharma, companion, wealth, and land. None of them can be missing. Wealth is ranked third. If you don't have sufficient financial support, what Xuan Sect are you practicing? Fill your stomach first."

"Ah, I know about this. Others know four subjects, but you are short of one subject. Others get a hundred and you only get seventy-five." He Songling wanted to laugh just now. This remark gave him the feeling of a crosstalk. When he mentioned the four subjects, he almost mentioned his eating, drinking and gambling.

Fortunately he didn't say it. Just from his words, Zuo Rutong's face turned dark.

"Or you could just roll down the mountain. I can't imagine how much my cultivation would fall behind if I were in seclusion with you." Zuo Rutong looked at He Songling, who was much taller than him, and lamented how fast time passed. He really missed the omnipotent self back then.

Beat the traitor however you want.

It's no use now, I can't win now. If this guy pulls out some guns and cannons, I might even have to run away.

"But there is one thing. The Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion also has shares in the Nisheng Group. If you want to show off to Zhang Tianshi, it may not be that easy." He Songling pretended not to hear Zuo Rutong's words and changed the subject.

"What did you say?" Zuo Ruotong was really furious. "Good boy, you're giving your own things to others so easily?"

For people of Zuo Ruotong's age, other things don't really matter, but he can't let his old brother show off in front of him. Mainly because of He Songling's butterfly effect, Zuo Ruotong and Zhang Jingqing in this life are too familiar with each other.

The two of them competed in terms of profound skills and influence, and then competed in terms of disciple inheritance. In the end, they had no choice but to bring up the fact that He Songling could make money. Zuo Rutong always remembered what Zhang Jingqing said in the back mountain of the Lu family: "The golden body of the founder of the Heavenly Master should be painted."

Originally, this was the only thing Zuo Rutong could ask and control Zhang Jingqing, but who knew that now Zhang Jingqing also had his own apprentice's money. How could this be tolerated?

"Get it back to me right now!"

"Master, you should save your reputation first." He Songling looked at Zuo Rutong and said, "I told you earlier that you should stop hanging out with old scoundrels like Zhang Jingqing. This will not be conducive to your future growth."

"Tom!"

"You think you can call the contemporary Heavenly Master by his name? You have no respect for your elders!" Zuo Rutong punched He Songling on the head, knocking his head directly into his cavity. The world was finally quiet.

He paced for a while, and suddenly thought of something: "Oh, by the way, isn't your company named Nisheng Group? Since you used our master's name, you have to pay that...what is it called, copyright fee. Yes, yes, you pay the master an extra amount of money every year as the licensing fee for the name Nisheng. That's good and reasonable."

"Stop, sure." He Songling replied in a muffled voice, and then reached out to pull his head out of the cavity, "You two old men, why do you have to compete with each other?"

"Hmph, hmph." Zuo Rutong snorted twice and said nothing.

But who is He Songling? His brain may not be very smart when used in the right way, but when it comes to being cunning, few people can compare with his quick reaction.

"Oh! I see. When you two were arguing about the Dao and fighting, you were beaten by the old Taoist priest, right?"

In the original novel, Zuo Ruotong thought to himself during his retreat, "There are still people in the world who can beat me in three moves and two styles." This is the same as what the director of Nadutong Company said about Lu Jin a hundred and eighty years later, "How many people in the world can beat Lu Jin?" Of course, according to the situation, it is also clear who can "beat Zuo Ruotong in three moves and two styles." The person the master and apprentice faced had the same title, Zhang Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion, and even the ending was the same.

He Songling had suspected this before. Since Lu Jin had fought with Zhang Zhiwei countless times in the past hundred years, he considered himself to be a strong man at the same level as Zhang Zhiwei, but that was all because Zhang Zhiwei let him win.

Then, could it be that Zuo Rutong, who had fought countless battles with Zhang Jingqing, who had been taught by the Heavenly Master how to become an immortal, using the pure "skill" of the Second Level of Reversal of Life, and believed that he "could defeat him with three moves and two styles", was also the result of Zhang Jingqing letting him win?
Will there really be an emergency, and will the prisoner be so severe that Zhang Jingqing will slap him to the ground?

Hiss... I dare not think about it.

It’s fun, so much fun.

Hey...hey hey hey...

"What are you laughing at!" Zuo Rutong said angrily as he looked at He Songling who couldn't help laughing out loud.

After all, although no one except Zhang Jingqing knew what the true strength comparison between him and Zhang Jingqing was, even if he was not knocked to the ground by a slap, he still lost to Zhang Jingqing in the end.

He Songling dared to laugh at him, but he was not angry at all. Then it was useless to call him Mr. Kanglong.

"Boy, it's very hard to go into seclusion with your master, so start now!" Zuo Rutong showed a sneer.

"Well, Master, I suddenly thought of something. I haven't seen my uncle and fellow apprentices since I came back. I was the one who brought Lu Jin to the second level. I have to go check his homework..."

He Songling sensed something was wrong and turned around to leave.

"You should worry about your own studies first!" Zuo Rutong walked over slowly with his fists clenched.

After half an hour.

"Lao Zuo, wait for me. When I finish my retreat, I will fight you again."

He Songling was beaten so hard that he lay on the ground in a "spread" shape, gasping for breath.

"What's wrong with you?" Zuo Rutong obviously realized that something was wrong. The last time he met He Songling, this guy was able to match himself with a pseudo triple level, and he only managed to win slightly by relying on his endurance, but the situation was evenly matched.

But you have to know that it was a competition between a disciple and his master, and both of them only used their righteous abilities. Zuo Ruotong had no doubt that if He Songling used all his messy escape techniques, poisoning, magic paint, golden light spells, etc., he would be defeated by this disciple.

Yes, if He Songling wanted to defeat Zuo Rutong, he didn’t even need to shoot.

According to Zuo Rutong's idea, He Songling went abroad, and based on his innate spiritual ability, he would definitely bring back something fancy. However, he did not expect that this guy's strength would drop drastically.

This made Zuo Ruotong look serious: "What happened abroad?"

(End of this chapter)