Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 17: Zhang Zhiwei, a disciple of Mount Longhu who traveled for two and a half years

He Songling stayed in the Li family for several months in a row, waiting until almost all the people and guns were in place before he said goodbye to Boss Li and left.

After all, although he was doing a win-win deal, his original intention of coming to Boss Li was to fear that Quan Xing would threaten his safety. Now, of course, he didn't have to be afraid. Even if Quan Xing was a hard-headed person, he would not provoke a force with hundreds of guns. That would be suicide.

During this time, Boss Li secretly used his own special way to contact Li Muxuan to report his safety. He Songling didn't care, just don't steal his money. After all, it was 100,000 dollars, and he gave another 100,000 dollars for the initial capital of the arsenal.

Boss Li is indeed a Fujianese who is exempt from visas worldwide. He is also an import and export businessman. His connections are incredibly wide, probably because he prayed to Mazu. With the investment from He Songling, he is very wealthy. He equipped the security team with American weapons, which are better than those of the Central Army who were carrying imitation Mauser rifles.

He Songling certainly would not treat himself badly. When he left Li's house, he was carrying four M1911s, two revolvers, and twelve MARK II grenades that had just been put into service.

No kidding, with these equipments and the third level of reverse life, He Songling can kill two or three battalions of the old Chang regular army. He now has mastered the fire escape and the reverse eight directions, plus the power of the second level itself, the twelve grenades are more like small precision-guided howitzers than grenades.

"I felt safe all of a sudden." A hundred years later, the sense of security that Ding Shiman had been looking for all his life was now filled in He Songling's bulging waist. Who is the old heavenly master and who is the head of Quanxing Sect? Who can beat me?
The old Heavenly Master has arrived, although he is neither old nor a Heavenly Master. He Songling used the escape technique to hurry on his way, and soon arrived in Fuzhou City, but heard a familiar voice in the alley: "Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, yin and yang, five elements, ten hexagrams and nine spirits, immortals pointing the way, sincere gift of two cents! This donor, I see that your forehead is black, and there is evil between your eyebrows. You will have a bloody disaster soon!"

"Open your eyes and say it again?" He Songling stretched out his hand to open Zhang Zhiwei's squinting eyes, and used the third level of reverse life. The white light almost blinded Zhang Zhiwei who opened his eyes for the first time since birth. People from the Sanyi Sect have black foreheads? Even a blind person would not say such outrageous words.

"I've opened my eyes as wide as I can! I'm warning you, you can insult me, but you can't insult my eyes! Hey, Old He?" Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his eyes, grabbed He Songling and said something about his unhappy life, "Wow, it's really you!"

"Don't talk nonsense. What are you doing in Fujian? Is Longhu Mountain going to fight with Sanyi Sect for territory?" He Songling cut off his own arm with a knife and hit Zhang Zhiwei in the face. "I will capture you, a spy from Longhu Mountain, and bring you back to Sanyi Sect to ask Master to deal with you!"

The two of them played around for a while, and finally appeared in the private room of the restaurant. Zhang Zhiwei was a man so glorious that even the old ladies selling vegetables at the foot of the mountain knew about his deeds. Without waiting for He Songling to ask, he talked about everything that had happened over the years like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

It turned out that after Zhang Zhiwei lost to He Songling at the Lu family, he not only failed to change his habit of looking up to the sky, but it became even worse. In his opinion, since he had a strong man like Senior Brother He who was on the same level as him, it showed that his practice was correct. He just needed to climb higher. As for what was under his feet? He just needed to lay a solid foundation. Why should he care about others?

This attitude almost pissed off Zhang Jingqing. You, Zhang Zhiwei, will be a Taoist priest in the future, not a thug. If you continue like this, you will ruin Longhu Mountain.

He had no choice but to train Zhang Huaiyi. However, since Zhang Zhiwei had already demonstrated his strength, Zhang Jingqing naturally did not misjudge him and said that he could guarantee that Zhang Huaiyi would beat Zhang Zhiwei in three years.

After training Zhang Huaiyi for five years, they dared to let him fight with Zhang Zhiwei. But when Zhang Zhiwei was fighting with others, he was thinking about surpassing He Songling. He didn't even use one more move, let alone thunder magic and golden light. He flashed behind Zhang Huaiyi and pressed the back of his neck, and Zhang Huaiyi fell to the ground unconscious.

Zhang Huaiyi was quite dissatisfied with this and thought that he had not fully exerted his strength. He trained with Zhang Jingqing for another two or three years before challenging his senior brother again. The result is predictable, another slap in the face.

Zhang Jingqing was so angry that she immediately drove Zhang Zhiwei off Longhu Mountain and told him to go out into the world and gain some experience. It has been two and a half years since then.

"Oh, don't mention it. I didn't realize how expensive firewood and rice were until I got off the mountain. My junior brother dared to call himself the richest man in Longhu Mountain with only a few Yuan Datou coins, but he spent it all in less than a year. Later, I cheated people by pretending to be a blind fortune teller and using some Taoist terms. I was able to fool people. At least I didn't starve to death."

Zhang Zhiwei didn't care about his appearance when eating. He just picked up the plate and poured food into his mouth. After pouring, he licked the plate with his tongue. Judging from the hygiene conditions of the restaurant now, it is estimated that this plate will not be washed next time it appears on the table of other guests.

"I was thinking that you, Brother He, are a wealthy man with great strength, so we could discuss Taoism. But Master asked me to come down the mountain for experience, so I couldn't disobey him, so I just wandered around towards the southeast. I didn't expect to run into you just a few days after arriving in Fuzhou City. Tell me, are we destined to be together? You must treat me to a few more meals?" "Has it been a long time since you were beaten?" He Songling looked at the ugly and shameless Taoist priest with a bad face. He was originally planning to threaten him, but Zhang Zhiwei became excited when he heard this, "Great, let's go, let's go outside the city to discuss Taoism!"

Zhang Zhiwei was really excited. He couldn't find an opponent in the whole Longhu Mountain. After fighting with Zhang Huaiyi, he actually wanted to say something outrageous, "Even Master, you may not be my opponent." But considering that his knees might break because of this, he would not go against the grain. A broken patella cannot grow back, so he could only hold it in.

But it was true that he hadn't had an opponent for a long time. If there was anyone in the world who could bring Zhang Zhiwei excitement in his practice, it was only He Songling who had defeated him.

"Do you want to fight with me?" The expression on He Songling's face became strange.

Fifteen minutes later, He Songling carried Zhang Zhiwei, who was covered in blood and had a weak breath, to the foreign hospital in the city. He Songling used three magazines and two grenades, almost blowing Zhang Zhiwei to death. Now when Zhang Zhiwei opened his mouth to cough, he could smell the smell of gunpowder floating out of the blood and phlegm.

"Ahem... Lao He, you are such a jerk. You have no moral principles."

An ordinary person would not be able to do any effective damage to Bao Yingge even with an automatic rifle or mortar, let alone a pistol or a single-soldier grenade, if he fought Zhang Zhiwei one-on-one. But He Songling also cultivated Qi, which eliminated the advantage of Qi. Zhang Zhiwei was a fleshy man after all, and he could not withstand the fragmentation grenade.

"Nonsense, it's the 1930s, brother. The world war has been over for more than ten years. Do you still think it's the Qing Dynasty?"

He Songling had no intention of having a big fight with Zhang Zhiwei. His biggest goal now was to find an opportunity to break into the third level, or at least improve his fighting skills. If you haven't practiced hard enough, fighting just for the sake of fighting can only be called bravery and brutality, and it doesn't matter whether you win or lose.

So he chose to use hot weapons to speed through, which was also a lesson for Bao Yingge, telling him that times have changed. When Bihe Ren came in the future, Shangqing, Putuo Three Temples, Longhu, and the other four families, a total of nine top alien forces, would attack in ambush, which would be foolproof in anyone's eyes.

Nine against one, I guarantee that this group of ninjas will never come back.

What was the result? Heavy losses. Although Boss Zhao brought the news to Tang Sect that "both sides suffered losses", looking at the two attacks by Tang Sect later, Bihe Ren's main figures were almost unscathed after that ambush, but our side had Lü Da beheaded, and Longhu and Zhang were seriously injured and lay in bed for half a year. Needless to say, what happened to those weaker disciples.

This is the terrifying power of a modern army with a complete system and the cooperation of aliens. He Songling felt it necessary to tell his aliens about the horror of hot weapons in advance to avoid unnecessary damage.

"So you used me as an experiment? Cough cough cough..." After hearing He Songling's reason, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but cough up blood again. Fortunately, he was already lying on the hospital bed, otherwise He Songling would have been afraid that he could not be saved.

"That can't be helped. Who told you to be the strongest? Oh, by the way, I also learned your Golden Light Spell. What a rubbish! How dare you say it's the same as the third level of Reverse Rebirth?" He Songling circulated Qi with a look of disgust on his face, and flames rose from his body.

Although the flame was white, Zhang Zhiwei could see clearly that it was his own Golden Light Curse. Thinking about his trip, he had eaten a meal with He Songling, was beaten severely, and lost his own Golden Light Curse. It was a typical loss of both the wife and the army. He could not help but feel dizzy and fainted on the bed.

"But since we are talking about Bihe Ren... let's go to that place." White Qi flames appeared, He Songling took a step forward, and his figure disappeared in the ward.

Mei Fun was a private first class in the 101st Airborne Division. By the time of Normandy in 44, his monthly salary was still 54 dollars, while the monthly salary of pilots was only 150 dollars. According to the timeline in the book, the United States was in the midst of an economic crisis at that time, so things were even easier to buy, and the price reduction must have been huge. One hundred thousand dollars would be enough for a long time, not to mention forming a US-equipped security group in China, even if it was to support a US-equipped security group composed entirely of Americans. At that time, the exchange rate between the US dollar and one dollar in the Republic of China was about 1:2.4. In China, before the abolition of the two taels and the change to the yuan in 33, one dollar was approximately equal to 0.8 taels of silver. According to this conversion, the million taels of silver that Huang Silang took out accounted for US dollars, and no one knew how much his real assets were. It would probably be enough to support a light infantry division for a long time.

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