Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 328: Flowing Cloud Sword

After discussing the matter, He Songling returned to his country and continued to live a life of idleness and waiting for death.

There was no other way. This was all the preparations he could make in advance. After all, according to the current domestic situation, he couldn't let Baldy send out an army to bomb the East Island first.

Even if the bald man agreed to do this, he didn't have the ability to do so.

"That kid last time was good at both Kung Fu and humanity. Tsk, what a pity. Why did he worship Wang Yaozu, a monster with all his qualities? I really want to make friends with him."

He Songling first returned to the Sanyi Gate, beat up Lu Jin, and then scolded him, and then went out for a walk. He walked from south to north, and he didn't know how long he had walked. That day, he heard the conversation between the two in a tea shed.

He Songling took a quick look and saw two men in Taoist robes with wide sleeves, each carrying a long object wrapped in cloth on their backs, drinking tea opposite each other.

The person who spoke was a young man with long white hair and a bright and cheerful smile.

"It's nothing to regret. If we don't kill Wang Yaozu's apprentice, we're sticking to the right path. You don't expect him to teach you to be a good person, do you?"

Another tall man looked at the older man and said.

"Brother, this is not right. He is not Quan Xing. Besides, the news we have received these days shows that he has done heroic deeds, right?"

The white-haired boy said, "Master has always taught us that people are born without original sin. And you even drank his wine."

"There is no original sin in one's birth, but he was not born by Wang Yaozu. He learned from Wang Yaozu. This is fundamentally different. If he was Wang Yaozu's grandson or something, and he had never been with Wang Yaozu, I would have protected this kid."

The man called Senior Brother shook his head and said, "I regret drinking his wine."

He Songling shook his head. This is called having a short memory.

Despite going through so many different growth experiences, Li Muxuan was still able to develop along the trajectory of the original work, which is not easy.

This is the value of being an immortal!

This is normal. In the original novel, it was not until ninety years later, when Li Muxuan was over a hundred years old, that he barely understood that he should do something and truly face the situation instead of backing down.

This was even after the king of bullshit Wu Gensheng "sent" him a long way.

You have to know that under the same circumstances, those who were "saved" by Wu Gensheng, Gao Gen, went from being an outstanding disciple of the upright sect, to Quan Xing, and then to one of the thirty-six thieves; Wu Man directly saw that the five aggregates are empty, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he became a Buddha; even people like Liang Ting got the happiness and peace they wanted before they died.

Li Muxuan, on the other hand, had nothing. Wu Gensheng was almost beaten to death on Mount Longhu, but he escaped by boat. Later, he had a granddaughter, who, on the throne of Nasen, destroyed the sacred tree of Nasen Island that had been passed down for thousands of years.

The Li family is really capable.

Even Wu Gensheng couldn't do it, and He Songling thought he couldn't do it either. He was the dumbest, he couldn't talk big, he could only beat people up.

But Li Muxuan had been beaten, and seeing that he was still like this, let him be. It just so happened that the third level of the left prison still had to wait for Wu Gensheng.

"oi! Those two guys over there."

He Songling waved to the two people who were talking.

"Who are you?" Although these two people are from a well-known and upright family, they don't look arrogant, but they are also arrogant. They are not arrogant, but He Songling dared to talk to them like this, so their attitude is not very good.

"He Songling." "Oh my god!"

The two men's movements were like misty clouds, and after a moment of trance, they came to He Songling.

"Mr. He, Brother He, I am your idol, no, you are my fan, oh, no, I am, oh, I am too excited..."

Unexpectedly, it was the taller, older man who lost his temper first. He looked very excited, just like a little fan meeting his idol. He was so restless that he couldn't speak clearly.

"Would you please sign an autograph for me?"

It's no wonder these two people reacted like that. He Songling has been in the industry for so many years, with such an outstanding record, such a handsome appearance, legendary stories, and terrifying skills. It's no exaggeration to say that the younger generation grew up listening to his stories.

With his current status and position, even the town leader, the Taoist Priest Zhengyi, the head of Wudang, and the abbot of Shaolin had to treat him with courtesy, let alone these two juniors.

"Hold on, get some paper and pen."

He Songling was quite kind. It was the first time in his two lifetimes that someone asked for his autograph, which was quite a rare feeling.

"I, I don't have it, Junior Brother, Junior Brother! I know you have it! Take it out now!"

"I'm keeping these for useful purposes..." The white-haired boy reluctantly took out a pencil and a thick piece of white paper.

"What's the use of your crappy sketch? How long have you studied it? You can't even draw the most basic perspective and lines, and you still want to learn painting in the West."

The tall black-haired young man curled his lips, "Besides, Mr. He is right in front of us. As everyone knows, he is the richest man in the world and the one with the most connections abroad. I heard that he sent two strange people from Qinghe Village to study abroad. If you really want to study painting in the West, then you should build a good relationship with Mr. He."

After he finished speaking, he snatched the paper and pen from the white-haired boy's hand, turned around and smiled at He Songling: "Haha, excuse me, excuse me, Mr. He, I am your junior brother, you are young and ignorant."

"Which family are you from?" In fact, He Songling didn't need to ask. Among the few Kayanju sects in the extraordinary circle, besides the Sanyi Sect, the other one is the Liuyun Sword.

Since these two guys are not from Trinity School and they have long cloth strips on their backs, you can imagine what they are like.

Sure enough, the two men stood up and saluted: "Liuyun Sword, Zhang Dong!"

"Liuyun Sword, Lin Zifeng."

"Okay, congratulations, I'm looking for you." He Songling casually bowed and curled his lips at the two of them, "Mr. He, have you heard of our names?"

"Ah, I haven't heard of you. Lin Zifeng, I know you."

"Ah? Me?" Lin Zifeng pointed at himself in surprise. He was just a young man in his early twenties, who had just obtained the qualification to go out and walk down the mountain, and had not done many major things. How could He Songling know about this?

"Yes, yes, it's you. Come here." He Songling waved at Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng had just taken two steps forward when he felt an invisible force field pressing down on him, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

"Mr. He, what are you doing!"

He Songling ignored Zhang Dong's questioning and slapped Lin Zifeng on the back of his head: "Lin Zifeng, right? You like painting, right? You don't want to play with Quan Xing, right? You don't want to make friends with Quan Xing's disciples, but you go to become sworn brothers with the leader of Quan Xing. You are quite hypocritical? I asked you to become sworn brothers, and I asked you to become sworn brothers again..."

(End of this chapter)