Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 333 Eating is a practice

"Oh, you should have told me earlier. I was scared."

He Songling finally put away the cannon, heavy machine gun and triple, took a step forward, and like a figure squeezed out of thin air, came to Mu Chen and patted him on the shoulder.

"Next time, make sure you make things clear in advance and don't create misunderstandings like this again."

"Were you scared? Look how scared I was!" Mu Chen really wanted to curse, but when he thought of the circle of cannons surrounding this grandson's body, he gave up the idea.

"Get me a pair of pants."

"what?"

"What? You're not going to piss your pants when a cannon is pointed at you?" Mu Chen couldn't help but curse.

"I won't." He Songling thought about it. According to the triple level and his own teleportation skills and qi-reading skills, even if an ordinary person aimed a cannon at him from two or three kilometers away, he would still have time to run away. He was not afraid at all.

"I need to pee, hurry up, or I'll smear it on you." Mu Chen was convinced. The key point was that looking at the man's body movement and escape skills just now, it seemed that he could really run. What else could he say?

"Wuyu, you are a capable person." He Songling could tell from the moment that he was extraordinary. This bald guy couldn't even stand up under his own strange tactics and cannon. He had to use all his strength to control his lips and utter complete sentences.

But even in this situation, he still spoke calmly and logically, and he also had the mind to calmly talk about his family's history of working in Xiaozhan and the similarities between it and his own background.

When people face danger, they will feel fear and tremble because of their physical condition. This is a normal phenomenon and cannot be controlled. But under the threat of life, they can still have a clear mind and not be afraid of life and death. This is their strength.

Even if such a person is arrested and tortured by the Special High Police and the Military Control Commission, he will not say a word. Some people can withstand torture because they have faith in their hearts, while others can withstand torture purely because of their strong mentality.

This bald master Mu Chen is the latter.

Master.

He Songling gave a thumbs up.

He suddenly figured it out. His surname was Mu. Yes, although Mu was relatively rare, it was also a traditional surname among the hundred serious surnames. It was a surname that could be passed down.

The future innkeeper, Mu You, one of the Ten Masters, should be his descendant or something. Judging by his age, he should also be his grandson. Looking at this man again, baldness is a family tradition, and his eyebrows and eyes look similar.

Moreover, isn't this kind of steadiness, of not blinking even when facing a collapse of Mount Tai, exactly the same as Mu You who later dared to propose during a meeting to depose Zhang Zhiwei, and who single-handedly beat up the old Taoist priest for an entire afternoon on Mount Longhu?

They are an old shepherd family, and they can be said to have followed their roots.

Hey, wait a minute.

He Songling suddenly thought that with his joining, it would become a situation where his grandfather scared He Songling away with his name alone, and his grandson beat Zhang Zhiwei with one hand for the whole afternoon. My goodness, this old Mu family is the most capable family inheritance under one person.

After a while, Mu Chen changed his pants and walked out again, as if nothing had happened just now. He smiled and bowed to invite him: "Mr. He, let's go to a covered place to talk. Our inn's property in Wuxi is called 'Yinghe Tower'. You can hear the name, it was specially given to welcome you." "Foresight."

So He Songling saw the owner of this contemporary inn in the private room on the third floor of Yinghe Tower.

This young version of Liu Wei did not have the boring and drunken look of the later era of broken country, nor did he have a red face and a red nose.

He was wearing a formal gown, looking like a scholar, but his hair that fluttered freely behind his head and his glasses that were slightly crooked on his nose revealed his casual and uninhibited nature.

"Hello, Boss Liu."

"Mr. He, I have heard a lot about you."

The two of them clasped their fists and then sat down to eat.

Most people would think of people like He Songling, who would eat without saying a word when he said he would eat. But Xiaozhan Liu Wei seemed to be used to this way of eating, and he also ate with them, leaving Mu Chen in the cold.

It took more than two hours to finish the meal. Three of the cooks in the kitchen were so tired that they fell down before the two of them started to wipe their mouths.

"Okay, Manager Liu, I admire you." He Songling glanced at Liu Wei. His figure had completely changed from his tall and slender appearance just now. He seemed to be swollen like a ball, and it seemed that if he was not careful, he would float into the sky like a balloon.

I don’t know what kind of kung fu the owner of this small inn has practiced, but there are indeed not many people who can keep up with He Songling’s way of wasting food.

"Taoism emphasizes refining essence into qi, and refining qi into spirit. Where does essence come from? It can be replenished by food. This method was the first important information I sold when I was a child. I learned it from a poor beggar. That old man was always hungry, and I felt sorry for him. Who knew that this old guy could eat hundreds of kilograms of food in one meal?"

Seeing He Songling paying attention to his body shape, Liu Wei wiped his belly and smiled, "That piece of information is very important. I exchanged a secret skill with him, so it's not a loss. When ordinary people refine their essence, there will be losses, either because of time or because of Qi. However, this skill, as long as you eat it, it can be transformed into essence, which is really amazing."

"I see. Eating is a form of spiritual practice." He Songling nodded. "This is a great skill. If it is popularized, at least the Xuanmen will be out of work. If it is placed in a pure fighting sect like Yanwutang, their strength will at least increase by 30%."

"That's good, but how can I easily show this unique secret method to others? I helped that old beggar back then and saved his life. He just passed it on to me, but he forced me to swear not to pass it on to others, otherwise I would be struck by lightning and die a miserable death."

Liu Wei shook his head and said, "Besides, this method is not as good as imagined. Although the food you eat can be refined into essence after digestion, you still need to find a way to transform it into qi and spirit. This can only save you the starting point and allow practitioners to be one step ahead.

The old beggar once said that this skill is still too superficial. If we can expand this method into a skill that directly points to the Great Dao, and refine the essence into Qi, refine the Qi into spirit, refine the spirit back to emptiness, and refine the emptiness into the Dao, then it will be considered successful."

???

The more He Songling listened, the more he felt something was wrong. Why did Liu Wei's description of the old beggar's kung fu and his vision of the future of this kung fu sound more and more familiar?
"What's the old beggar's name? Is his surname Ruan?"

"No last name. He said he was born an orphan and doesn't even know his own name."

Liu Wei waved his hand and said, "But there was a little beggar who was much younger than me waiting for him at the door. His last name was Ruan."

(End of this chapter)