Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 310: The Heavenly Master of Zhengyi Sect Headed North to Quanzhen to Destroy the Scene

"Fuck you! Get out of here and stay ten meters away from me!"

He Songling waved his hand, and a wave of Qi blew the strong man out of the door.

I came to the capital for a visit, and you gave me this. What if a hundred years later, that group of young weirdos add some hook literature to his "Bian Yi"?
"No, sir, don't misunderstand me, I'm not that kind of person. I mean, if you want, I can..."

"I miss you Ma!"

He Songling took out his cannon again and pointed it at him: "If you say something disgusting like this again, I will really throw you out and sell you hooks!"

"No, no." The strong man turned pale with fear. He had already made up his mind to give He Songling his consent, and that was because He Songling was a thin and weak pretty boy. If he was to sell hooks, it would be better to let him die directly.

"What's your name?"

"My little one, Zhenduo."

"Oh, he's a great noble, and he's a relative of the Empress Dowager Cixi."

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, many Manchus feared being liquidated and changed their surnames to Chinese ones, such as the emperor's Aixinjueluo changed his surname to Jin, Yehenala changed his surname to Na, Guarjia changed his surname to Guan, Niuhulu changed his surname to Lang, and Tongjia changed his surname to Tong.

He Songling knew this not because he was knowledgeable. He knew nothing about history and folk customs. As I said, in the Internet age, knowledge is too broad.

There are two stars. One is Guan Xiaotong, whose surname is changed from Guaerjia. As for the fifty-year-old veteran who guards the national goal, Na Ying, the first surname of her family is Yehenara.

"Don't mention it. It's that old lady who has nailed our group to the pillar of shame." Zhenduo curled his lips with a bit of disdain on his face, obviously looking down on this old woman who had lost her country's sovereignty and humiliated her country.

"Wuqi, since you can scold the old Buddha, you are a man." He Songling nodded and said, "That's not what I meant by asking you to sell yourself. We are going to stay in the capital for a few days. Since you are familiar with the way and strong, you can be our guide for two days, is that okay?"

"No problem, of course no problem!" Zhenduo nodded his head like pounding garlic, "May I ask what your name is?"

"He Songling."

"Gulp!"

Zhenduo knelt down again, "Are you the legendary Hexianren, the old immortal of the Sanyi Sect?"

"Have you heard of my name in the capital?" He Songling was a little surprised.

"That's not the case. The two brothers who just talked to me are from Yanwu Hall. His fellow apprentices came to the capital to do some business, and they talked about it during a chat."

After all, He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei had already lived in the capital for a day, and the distance between Baoding and the capital was really close. With the Yanwutang disciples who were leaving for the capital to do business that day, one day was enough for several round trips.

The story of He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei practicing four martial arts at Yanwu Hall and going north to Baiyun Temple has now spread among the extraordinary people in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region.

Of course, the Beijing-Tianjin circle itself did not take it seriously. After all, he was a strange man who had never been to the north. Who knew what he was capable of, and whether the rumors were exaggerated. When they heard the news in the morning, including Zhenduo, the strange people in Beijing and Tianjin basically regarded it as a legend.

But today, he was beaten right in front of him. Zhenduo thought that he was quite capable. After all, he was a noble from the previous dynasty and had a surname in the banner. The power and influence of his family reached its peak after the Empress Dowager Cixi came to power.

For those in this clan who have the talent for refining Qi and want to become extraordinary people, the secret teachings and Qi-cultivating techniques that came out of the palace, as well as powerful extraordinary teachers, are all top-notch and in no short supply.

These martial arts masters were not out of touch with the real world. In order to cater to the preferences of the Ming Dynasty royal family, Wudang's martial arts were almost lost, and had to be reorganized and compiled by outsiders and returned to them.

In the late Qing Dynasty, many masters of traditional Chinese martial arts had served in the imperial court.

For example, Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang, was a eunuch himself; Yang Luchan, the founder of Yang style Tai Chi, used to be the chief instructor in the royal palace. This is how he promoted Tai Chi to become a style of boxing loved by the upper class, making Tai Chi one of the top martial arts in the country's internal martial arts.

Xingyiquan master Li Cunyi was the commander of the governor-general's flag of Liangjiang; Sun Lutang also served as an aide to the governor-general of the three northeastern provinces. Although Guo Yunshen never served in an official position, he was imprisoned and left behind the inheritance of Banbu Bengquan in prison.

Therefore, it is very easy for the bannermen, especially the royal relatives in the Forty-Nine City, to learn some skills. This Zhenduo is very talented, and his strength is really not weak.

At least in the capital, apart from the lamas in Yonghe Palace and the Taoist priests in Baiyun Temple, among those martial artists who practiced fighting skills, Na Zhenduo believed that few people could defeat him, especially since Sun Lutang died in the past two years, which made him even more arrogant.

But He Songling pressed it without even raising his hand. Only then did Zhenduo realize that the rumors were true.

Of course, he would not submit to He Songling just because he was good at fighting. He Songling was after money. If he followed him and got some benefits, wouldn't he be able to eat well? Since he had decided to follow the big boss, it was okay to say a few nice words.

"Okay then, in that case, we'll officially meet today. So, sir, have you eaten?" He Songling waved his hand, and the invisible energy pulled him up.

"I dare not, I dare not, your sir, Master He, I am eating...oh, even if I eat it!" Zhenduo was a little embarrassed.

"Even if you eat something, you eat it. If you don't eat it, you don't eat it."

"Our economic situation, right... When we got up in the morning in the south of the city, the two people who just went out secretly bought us a bowl of noodle tea and a piece of fried cake to share."

"Sharing the food?" He Songling took a look at Zhenduo's stature. Although he was not very tall, just over 1.8 meters tall, his body weight must be at least 180 kilograms. Together with his two attendants, although they were not as strong as Zhenduo, they were still two adult men.

Three people eat a fried cake and drink a bowl of noodle tea?

Well, it seems that this gentleman is really poor to such an extent that it is really as if he had nothing to eat.

"Well, let's eat together. Come here, man, I'll give you money. Buy three breakfasts according to the portions for this gentleman and that gentleman. After a while, his two brothers will come back and tell them to eat the breakfast they bought. They will have two days off."

He Songling stretched out his hand and gestured: "Move forward, sir. Can we go to the backyard?"

"Please, please!" The Qing Dynasty had fallen, and Zhenduo himself was not a member of the royal family, so there was no need for him to put on airs. He quickly jumped up, bowing and nodding, leading the way in front.

"Mr. He, why are you here this time?"

"Oh, did you see the old Taoist meditating by the window? He's the future Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu. I'm bringing the Heavenly Master of the Zhengyi Sect with me, and we're heading north to mess things up with the Quanzhen Sect."

(End of this chapter)