Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 617 "This article does not need to refer to any literature"

"What immortals? There are many ways for strange people to practice Qi. You joined the army right after you left Shaolin Temple. How many of them have you seen?"

He Songling didn't really learn this trick from anyone. This was the first time since he discovered his innate soul utilization method that he tried to imitate the opponent's method without observing the opponent, just based on the effects he had heard of.

He imitated Master Liu, the "face man" of Quanxing, and Zhou Sheng's 72 transformations of Fenghou.

The craftsmanship of making dough figurines is amazing enough, but for He Songling at this time, his whole body is already composed of innate Qi, which is completely under his control. There are no secrets in front of him. As long as he wants, he can change without reason. He only needs to figure out a few techniques that can be stable for a long time to achieve the level of "dough figurines".

Of course, the dough figurines are not stable enough and have many defects. The first is that they will recover if hit hard, and the second is that they cannot circulate Qi freely, otherwise they will also recover.

So here we have to refer to the "Seventy-two Dukes and Kings" of Zhou Sheng.

The sorcerer believed that the stick moved the shadow, and the yin and yang, four directions and eight trigrams, twenty-four sections were determined in sequence, and finally evolved into the seventy-two Hous of the Zhoutian. The seventy-two Hous rotated endlessly, which was the rhythm of the Zhoutian's evolution of all things. Fenghou Qimen fixed the central palace in the body, and used the innate Qi that had not yet dissipated in the body to command the power of the seventy-two Hous, turning me into a Hou Wang.

This is the skill that Zhou Sheng realized after he saw the immortals in Jiuqu Panhuan Cave. He Songling does not know Fenghou Qimen, but his attainments as a sorcerer are high enough, in fact not inferior to that of the elderly Zhou Sheng. Moreover, he has seen gods more times than Zhou Sheng, and has even seen living immortals.

Zhou Sheng only had one breath of innate Qi in his body, but He Songling had already reversed the third level and returned to the innate state. His whole body was composed of innate Qi, and his conditions were much stronger than Zhou Sheng. It might not be enough to bring Feng Hou Qimen to the world in advance, but it was too easy to simulate the effect of one of them.

He Songling's current realm is really too high, just like the paper written by Qian Lao about bridges, "This article does not need to refer to any literature", "I have never seen the design of this bridge", "I have seen the site but have never heard the explanation", "It is just a visual estimate", he only needs to deduce based on the site and his own knowledge, and he can even deduce a "reference" for others.

This is the height of the boss.

The current He Songling is still an unattainable peak even for the elderly Zhou Sheng in the main timeline of "Under One Person".

The transformation that He Songling had come up with was both stable enough to circulate Qi at will and altruistic enough to transform others. After he transformed Zhao Gang, he patted Zhao Gang on the top of his head, and Zhao Gang turned into an ordinary passerby.

"I didn't use much Qi. This method will resolve itself in three days." He Songling instructed the stunned Zhao Gang.

"That's all. If we want Yamamoto to fight and retreat, we have to make him feel that he has enough bargaining chips to make us afraid or to fight to the death with us. Only in this way will he be lucky and not flee directly, but flee to the county town first to garrison."

He Songling said to Zhao Gang in the face: "As the second-in-command of the independent regiment, it should be enough for me to be captured by him."

In fact, it should have been Li Yunlong's wife Yang Xiuqin, which was the safest choice. The political commissar had no place in the Guo army sequence, and the Japanese might not understand the status of this second-in-command of our army, but they must know that "the hatred of killing one's father and stealing one's wife" is the most primitive and deepest hatred in the world.

But there was no other way. He Songling could transform into a woman, but it would be disrespectful to Yang Xiuqin and Li Yunlong. Another, and most important, thing was that even if Li Yunlong and his wife didn't mind, the Japanese would want to violate him after being captured...

He Songling would certainly not be able to keep up the disguise. It was easy to kill all the members of Yamamoto's special forces, as there were only a few of them and no heavy weapons. But it was impossible to mobilize the surrounding Guo's army, our army and the Japanese army to fight a massive decisive battle.

For the sake of the outcome of the war, Yamamoto Ikki had to escape, so Zhao Gang decided to take a gamble. "For the sake of the war, I have made such a huge sacrifice."

"Why would it be considered a sacrifice if I became him?" Zhao Gang, facing the face of an ordinary passerby, refuted for the first time.

"Becoming you is not a big sacrifice, but in the future, when everyone talks about how He Songling was captured alive by the devils, and the independent regiment commander Li led a regiment to desperately attack the county town to rescue him, wouldn't my reputation be completely ruined? I will still be a nobody like Zhong Yiren."

He Songling was heartbroken. Can you imagine the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei being captured? With the dark history of being captured alive, even if he becomes an immortal in the future, it will be a stain that he cannot wash away.

This is truly a huge sacrifice for the war of resistance.

Time was running out, so they just chatted for a few words. They each called Yang Xiuqin and Duan Peng and told them the plan and the whole story. The request to Xiuqin was simple, just follow Li Yunlong and hide, while the request to Duan Peng was to protect Zhao Gang.

Duan Peng was also surprised to see He Songling, who was facing Zhao Gang's face, ordering him to protect Political Commissar Zhao, but since things had come to this point, he could only follow the order first.

The wedding banquet started in the evening.

It was called a banquet, but in fact, everyone who stayed behind in the regiment sat together in the yard, eating some meaty stewed cabbage on rough wooden tables and chairs, and drinking some low-quality soju distilled from fermented sweet potatoes. Everything was kept simple. Of course, given the situation of the independent regiment, it was impossible to be extravagant.

This is already very happy.

Everyone ate and drank enough, and everyone drank some wine. Zhu Ziming even came up and toasted Li Yunlong with two bowls. It was obvious that there was guilt in his eyes, probably to seek peace of mind.

But betrayal and selling out of comrades is an established fact, and this man will eventually die.

Li Yunlong didn't get angry, he drank two bowls of wine with him, and then carried the bride back to the room. Most of the remaining soldiers of the independent regiment, except those who were in charge of sentry guards, also laughed at each other under the influence of alcohol, hugged each other and chatted.

At night, everyone gathered together to make trouble for Li Yunlong in his bridal chamber.

However, after entering the yard, I found that there was no romantic atmosphere. Instead, the regiment commander and the political commissar were standing in the yard, dressed neatly and with murderous looks on their faces. On the table next to them, there was a row of bowls.

"Captain, this is..." asked Deputy Captain Xing Zhiguo as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Old... Zhao, let's do it." After Li Yunlong finished speaking, he saw Zhao Gang wave his hand and light a stack of talisman papers. After they burned to ashes, they fell evenly into the bowl on the table with the breeze.

"Here's some sobering water. One bowl for each person. Drink up." Zhao Gang knocked on the table, motioning for everyone to come over and drink some water.

(End of this chapter)