Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 490 Father-in-law, He Songling has come to ask for marriage!

"Hey, old master, if you want to go down, just go down. Don't take me with you. I won't leave."

He Songling crossed his arms and said something that was very troubling.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

Tang Bingwen's forehead was full of black lines. He just said "If you insist on interfering in the affairs of the Tang Sect, you will be the enemy of the Tang Sect" just to show his firm force field.

Not to mention whether he could really kill those who came to help as enemies, even if he could be so cruel, would they have the energy to do so? They all saw how powerful Bihe Ren was. If they were not fighting far away from their homeland, and if they were suspected of internal divisions, plus He Songling's help, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

It’s not enough to offend Bihe Ren, but now you’re offending another enemy?
That really means that the Tang Sect is dying too slowly.

Even if we take a step back and say that even if Tang Bingwen is really crazy enough to not care about the survival of the Tang Clan, if they can kill others, can they kill He Songling?

This kid can even withstand the Danxiong. If he really tries to force his way in, what can he do?

Fortunately, He Songling did not intend to embarrass Tang Bingwen. "Old Sect Leader, don't be nervous. I am not here to destroy the Tang Sect. I am here to join the Tang Sect."

"Join?" Tang Bingwen was so angry that he laughed. This grandson was still so unreasonable: "You dare to join, but I dare not accept you. If I accept you today, Zuo Rutong will bring the Trinity Sect to fight me tomorrow."

"Then you don't have to worry too much." He Songling waved his hand and said, "When I came here, Lao Zuo had already kicked me out of the sect. Now I have no master, and no sect. I am only Hai Qing. Although the announcement came slower than me, it should be passed on to all the extraordinary people in our country in two days."

"Are you serious?" Not to mention Tang Bingwen, even Zhang Jingqing, who had nothing to do with the matter, took a breath of cold air.

He knew that He Songling had already broken through the third level, which was higher than Zuo Ruotong. Not to mention He Songling, even if he expelled Zhang Zhiwei from the sect for no reason, he would definitely not be willing to do so.

"Why?" Zhang Jingqing couldn't help asking, "Although Brother Zuo has been calling you a traitor, how can I let you go down the mountain?"

"Well, that's right. I made enemies without permission and attracted enemies to my house. Several of my fellow apprentices died. My crime is unforgivable. I asked Lao Zuo to take my Taoist name and expel me from the sect. I guess he will have to rebuild the family tree during the Chinese New Year this year."

He Songling looked helpless, pretending to be serious, "So, I can only ask you, the old sect leader, to take me in."

"I won't accept you. It has nothing to do with me that you don't have a sect. I can't decide whether you leave Sanyi Sect or not, but I can decide whether you can enter Tang Sect or not. I'm telling you, as long as I'm the sect leader, you can forget about entering Tang Sect."

Tang Bingwen rejected it sternly at that time. Even if he didn't know what the third level meant to the Sanyi Sect, he knew He Songling's strength and financial resources. Could Zuo Rutong expel him from the sect because of such a small matter?

It was obvious that Zuo Rutong and He Songling, the master and disciple, wanted to help the Tang Sect. But as the saying went, the debt of favor was the hardest to repay for the Tang Sect. They would have refused even when Zhang Jingqing sent two disciples to them, let alone such a big favor.

If he really accepted it, what would he give to Zuo Ruotong? His own head? He was missing an eyeball. Even if he chopped off his head and sent it to Fujian, his skinny old bones with missing arms and legs would not be enough to compensate for a living He Songling.

"Xiao He, if you ask me, just forget it." Zhang Jingqing also advised. He could see the situation of the Tang Clan and Tang Bingwen's determination.

“If you really don’t want to give up, you can take my two disciples with you and kill a few more ninjas on the road to reduce the resistance of the Tang Sect. No matter how strict the rules of the Tang Sect are, if we meet them on the road, they can’t stop us from fighting against the Japanese and saving the country, and they can’t control us from defending ourselves.” “That won’t work. Now that I’m here, I can’t leave.”

Zhang Jingqing was an old rogue, and so was Tang Bingwen, so Zhang Jingqing failed to get Tang Bingwen to agree. But He Songling was even more of a rogue than Zhang Jingqing, and he had plenty of tricks.

"How about this, just like last time, I'll still pay to send out assassination missions."

"No." Tang Bingwen refused more bluntly, "The life and death of the Tang Clan is at stake. We are closed to visitors and will not accept any business. The opening time will be notified separately."

"You are forcing me."

He Songling sighed. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he still felt a little regretful.

"What do you want to do?"

Tang Bingwen looked at He Songling warily, but he didn't expect him to fall to his knees with a plop, prostrate himself on the ground, and kowtow to him.

"My son-in-law, He Songling, kowtows to my father-in-law!"

"Oh my god!" Tang Bingwen was so frightened that he shuddered all over. He reached out to help He Songling, and wanted to turn around to explain something to Zhang Jingqing. However, this old killer king, who was over 70 years old, was caught off guard and almost sprained himself.

"He Songling, what are you doing? Who the hell is your father-in-law? I don't even have a child, let alone a daughter! Master, look at this grandson!"

"Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Huaiyi, hurry up, open your eyes wide and watch. If you miss this scene, you will never see it again in your life!"

Tang Bingwen expected Zhang Jingqing to help him, but Zhang Jingqing was an old rogue. He ignored Tang Bingwen and did not explain or avoid him. Instead, he pulled his two apprentices to stand still and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Have you two got anything like that, a camera, a phonograph? No? Oh, you are such rubbish!"

Zhang Jingqing directed his two apprentices to look at the scene while feeling distressed: "How can you go out without a camera and a phonograph? Look at He Songling, he can easily get anything he wants. Even if you can draw a picture, it will be fine. Draw this scene."

"Zhang Jingqing, you bastard!" Tang Bingwen was so angry that he was fuming. He had three pills in total, and he wanted to throw them at the three Zhangs in Longhu Mountain. But then he remembered that He Songling was still kneeling in front of him and kowtowing, so he squatted down again and stared at He Songling, "What on earth do you want to do!"

"What are you doing? Xiao Lu told me that although your Tang Sect is a training school, not everyone has a master. But most of her abilities were taught by your old sect leader. It's not an exaggeration to call her master."

He Songling knelt on the ground and did not get up, just like serving his father-in-law: "Xiao Lu's parents have passed away a long time ago. As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. You are like her real father. Xiao Lu's real father is my real father. I kowtow to you. It is reasonable and logical."

"Even if I am Master Lu, why do you kneel to me?" Tang Bingwen sneered, "You have no status at all, how can you recognize me as your father-in-law?"

"No problem." Tang Bingwen originally wanted to mock He Songling, but he didn't expect that he seemed to be well prepared and kowtowed nine times respectfully.

(End of this chapter)