Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 306: Great Harvest of Sword Qi Kung Fu

"Oh, hey, hey you, hey you, hey look, hey, hey, hey..."

It was unknown what Sun Cunzhou showed He Songling in his room, but judging from the voice Zhang Zhiwei heard outside, this guy must have pretended to be embarrassed to accept it, and then Sun Cunzhou forced it in.

"It's more than that."

He Songling walked out as he spoke, with colorful sword energy flashing on his hands, like Wolverine with special effects turned on.

He has now reached the third level, and it is the Tongtian third level. When he uses other people's skills, he no longer has to use white as he did when he was at the second level. He uses the original color of the other party's skills to make it look more authentic.

"Okay, okay, Mr. He, you are really a genius!"

Sun Cunzhou had never seen such a cheating player in his life. In the eyes of others, his father, Sun Lutang, was already a cheater, but compared to He Songling, it was the same as not cheating at all.

He just thought that this kid was talented, so he asked him to take the secret book back and slowly comprehend it. Since his father's generation of martial artist Lao Zhong, the country has been constantly invaded by foreign powers and was even dubbed the "Sick Man of East Asia" by the devils. Any martial artist with a bit of blood would not tolerate such a thing.

Therefore, starting with his father Sun Lutang, martial artists from all walks of life put aside their prejudices against each other, shared countless secrets with each other, and focused on cultivating talented young people, all in order to fight for Lao Zhong.

Later, when Sun Lutang grew up, he was awarded the title of "the best in the world" of external martial arts of his generation. He was a martial arts master who bravely defeated the Japanese and the Russians. He also taught this fine style to Sun Cunzhou.

So when Sun Cunzhou saw He Songling's talent, he really wanted to give him the secret book.

But He Songling kept refusing and just watched and learned on the spot, and walked out after learning it directly.

That's natural. When He Songling reached the second level, he had to learn the opponent's skills by having the opponent hit him directly on his body. For the more advanced ones, he had to watch them several times and feel the skills hitting his body several times before he could replicate them successfully.

But in the magic schools in the UK, one can learn instantly by looking at the textbooks and following the teachers, because the purpose of the textbooks is to teach, and learning by looking at the textbooks is much easier than learning by directly watching the opponent use the skills.

Now that he has reached the third level, he can learn even the techniques that have not been used on him by just looking at them with his eyes, not to mention that he has just learned the Huangmen Qi-watching technique, which has greatly enhanced his ability to replicate and learn the innate spirit. Looking at these sword techniques secrets of Sun Cunzhou, what can't he learn?
"Mr. Sun, please stop praising me. I, He, will never forget your kindness."

He Songling was also impressed by Sun Cunzhou's character of cultivating talents for Old Zhong without any prejudice. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Zhiwei with contempt: "Look at other people's family, and then look at your Tianshi Mansion!"

"What the hell..."

"Hey, stop it. Do you want to test whether my sword is sharp?"

He Songling gestured with the colorful sword energy in his hand and counted them one by one to Zhang Zhiwei: "This is Wudang Thirteen Styles, this is Wudang Sword Fighting, this is Taiyi Xuanmen Sword, this is Wudang Tai Chi Sword, this is Sun's Tai Chi Sword, this is Bagua Sword, this is Bodhidharma Sword..."

"You came to Yanwu Hall last time only to learn Wudang's swordsmanship?" Zhang Zhiwei frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid that Wudang will come back to trouble you?"

In fact, He Songling doesn't care about this.

Looking for trouble? Who? The head of Wudang? Or Zhou Sheng? Or Song Mian? I can't rely on the Crazy Trio and Zhou Meng, right? In the future, when the two of them become sworn brothers with Wu Gensheng, it would be fine if He Songling didn't hold up the banner of "righteousness" to wipe out their collusion with the evil spirits, but he dared to make trouble for me?

But Sun Cunzhou didn't know this.

He glared, patted his chest and said, "How dare you! The Wudang sword has been almost lost in the past few hundred years. If my father hadn't taught Li Jinglin and reorganized the Wudang sword technique with us and passed it back to Wudang, he would have no sword technique to use now. How dare you come and cause trouble?"

Sun Cunzhou turned around and said to He Songling, "Mr. He, just use this Wudang sword. I wonder if Daozhu, that old bull nose, dares to fart?" "You're welcome, Mr. Sun. My relationship with Wudang is good, so I don't have to worry about this." He Songling waved his hand, "You don't have to be so polite to me, just call me Xiao He."

Although Sun Cunzhou didn't give him the sword techniques secrets, he could still learn them if he came across them; even if he couldn't learn them, it wouldn't weaken his strength. But since he loved talent and gave the secrets to him regardless of his own prejudice, and he learned them, he had to accept his kindness.

"Hahaha! Okay, okay, Brother He, you don't have to be polite to me. If you don't mind, just call me brother!" Sun Cunzhou was not very old, only eight years older than He Songling, so they were of the same generation.

"Brother Sun!" He Songling readily followed suit.

"Brother He!" The two men clasped their fists, then laughed and walked back to the room arm in arm. Sun Cunzhou shouted, "Come on, bring the best wine. Brother He and I will become sworn brothers!"

?

Zhang Zhiwei, who was left alone, slowly typed a question mark.

And me?

Besides, didn’t we agree to leave today? Where did you go?
That night, He Songling, Zhang Zhiwei, and Sun Cunzhou got drunk. The Zhengyi Sect had no rules, at least not against drinking, only against excessive drinking.

Sun Cunzhou was a simple and honest man, quite like the famous scholars of ancient times who liked to show off their talents. Seeing that He Songling was talented, he wanted to make friends with him, and did not take Zhang Zhiwei, a big shot, seriously.

But Zhang Zhiwei, who was so anxious, used lightning to split his door open and dispelled his sword energy. He then happily invited Zhang Zhiwei to drink with him.

The key point is that he was very honest and said directly that he was defeated by Zhang Zhiwei.

"There's an old saying in Tianjin, 'It's a sin to disrespect a superior person,' you know that?" Sun Cunzhou himself didn't feel embarrassed at all, and even showed off to He Songling, "This is what Huo Yuanjia, who was the best in Tianjin back then, taught my father. I think it's very meaningful, and I've been practicing this standard."

"If you're scared, then go ahead. Come on, do it."

"Do it, do it!"

When I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon. In another hour and a half, dinner at Yanwu Hall would be served.

There was nothing I could do, so I had to wait until the third day before leaving.

But waiting until the third day also has its benefits. Because Zhang Zhiwei came down the mountain this time to complete the last step of his journey. Since meeting He Songling, he has been walking on the road, discussing Taoism with He Songling, without stopping for a moment.

Faced with a master of sophistry like He Songling, who was stronger than him, Zhang Zhiwei naturally fell into the trap and was always at a disadvantage.

But after getting drunk and meditating for a whole night, Zhang Zhiwei regained his ideas.

"Let's go, continue north."

"Where?"

"Baiyun Temple."

(End of this chapter)