Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 275 I'm Rich
Upon hearing He Songling's words, the master and disciple of Mo Men both stopped.

They can ignore what others say, but you still have to give He Songling face. Otherwise, he will think you look down on him and beat you up. Isn't that unfair?

Even engineering geeks like Mo Men, who were researching machinery deep in the mountains and forests, had heard of the legend that He Songling was a psychopath, and they did not dare to bet on the authenticity of the legend.

After all, He Songling had just pinned them down.

"Yes, it is the one who can be regarded as the greatest devil even in the whole nature."

Mo Men sighed, "This guy has been famous for more than 30 years. He has done so many evil things that it is hard to list them all. He is truly a heinous criminal. However, he has never been in any danger and is still able to run rampant in the martial arts world. Is he kidding?"

"If others can't do it, that doesn't mean I can't do it either. I'm the genius of mechanical engineering in our Mo Sect!"

Zhang Xuan said unconvincedly: "Master, I am only nineteen years old this year. Apart from the secret mechanical skills taught by the sect leader, who in the entire Mo Sect can compare with me in terms of mechanical skills?"

"Stop it, you beast! That White Owl Liang Ting has committed so many evil things over the years. How many of his victims and enemies who have suffered from him want to kill him because they can't stand the chivalrous hero?"

Mo Menzhang looked distressed: "Whether they are alone or in a group, not to mention causing any harm to him, not many can come back alive. You are so incompetent, and you still care about the white owl? When will you let me worry less, you beast?"

"Mr. He, you see, my master is the type who will use people when he needs them and will not use them when he doesn't."

Zhang Xuan curled her lips and said, "When we competed at the Tiangong Hall Mechanical Conference, all of my disciples from the Mo Sect were wiped out, leaving me alone at the age of fourteen and taking the top three. This old man was so happy that he almost wanted to call me his own son. Now I'm only causing him trouble."

"You can't even win the championship in a machinery conference, and you still want to compete with the White Owl? Although that Liang guy is a first-class big devil, his machinery level is beyond doubt. It is recognized by our machinery sect that he is the best in the world!"

The head of the Mo Clan shouted angrily, "Mr. He, how about you help me break the legs of this traitor? I wonder if he dares to run out again?"

"If you break my legs, I will saw them off and replace them with two mechanical legs!" Are the people in the mechanical door afraid of this? Zhang Xuan looked at his master provocatively.

"The best in mechanical engineering, so I have to see him. Otherwise, what's the point of studying mechanical engineering for my whole life without even reaching the top? I'm determined to see this White Owl, Master, you definitely can't stop me."

"Come on, both of you, stop arguing."

He Songling felt overwhelmed by what he heard, but Zhang Xuan's passion, sense of justice, and straightforwardness made it clear in just a few words why Wu Gensheng included him in the list of people he wanted to swear brotherhood with.

According to Wu Gensheng's classification, Zhang Xuan is at least the fourth type of person. He knows what he wants to do and has the ability to do it. He seeks to achieve perfection in his life, even if it means failure or death.

The reason why Wu Gensheng would have an intersection with Zhang Xuan in the future was probably because when this guy ran to find Bai Xiao, Wu Gensheng stopped him and rescued him in advance.

It’s just a pity that since He Songling has encountered this, there will definitely never be such a future again.

With such a talented engineer, instead of learning theoretical physics or applied physics, he could at least build airplanes, aircraft carriers and missiles in the future. At the very least, he could build guns, cannons and machine tools.

It's the 1930s, and the West has started using airplanes for bombing. Why are you still embarrassing yourself with things like crossbows and ladders?
In BC, being able to create wooden mechanical birds and mechanical wings that can carry people flying was certainly a miraculous skill, but now it would be just a gimmick at best.

Of course, He Songling didn't have to worry about Zhang Xuan, a mechanical engineer, not being able to adapt to modern physics. How many years had it been since the Wright brothers invented the airplane? It was 03 when the airplane came out. By 1911, there were bombers, and in 13, there were fighters. By World War I, fighters were already relatively mature.

It took only ten years to develop from a wooden-winged airplane to a fighter jet with a cylinder-rotating air-cooled engine. At that time, the Wright brothers' "Flyer One" might not have been as good as the flying mechanism technology of the Momen.

"Zhang Xuan, right?"

He Songling turned his head and looked at the rebellious boy.

"Yes, it's me. So what?" Although Zhang Xuan knew that He Songling was powerful, he studied mechanical engineering and would only respect people with strong mechanical skills. No matter how powerful He Songling was, he would not accept him.

Even though you hit me to death with that blow, I just wouldn't accept it.

"You are quite good at mechanical engineering."

"I'm not bragging, Mo Clan's mechanisms are number one!" Zhang Xuan raised his head with pride, "I'm telling you, no matter how good you are, if my master and I are prepared, and we really open the mechanism, you may not be able to take it down."

"Oh, so confident?"

Zhang Xuan was confident that He Songling was not surprised. After all, he was the one who dared to go find Bai Xiao after removing the coffin of his master. But at this time, Master Mo no longer scolded his disciple for acting recklessly. It seemed that he thought so too.

Indeed, the strength of the Mo Menchang is not weak. In terms of the level of Qigong, he is weaker than Wang Yaozu. Compared with He Songling's uncle Si Chong, the odds are about 40:60. If they really fight, relying on the third level of Ni Sheng, Si Chong's chance of winning should be even greater.

But adding mechanisms and refining equipment does make it a lot more troublesome.

Ma Xianhong would tell you whether the weapon refiner was prepared or not, and whether he had the right weapon on hand. He alone resisted the siege of six temporary workers. Judging from the situation, even some of the weaker ones among the Ten Bosses were no match for him.

But this works against other strange people, but how about against He Songling?

"Yiyu, let's do this. You take out your mechanism and I'll take out mine. I allow you to make any preparations and use any mechanisms. Let me see what Momen is capable of."

He Songling looked at Zhang Xuan and Master Mo and nodded: "Old Master, you can come too. Let's make a bet. If I win, you will give me Zhang Xuan. He is a talented person. I will take him out for further study for a few years."

"This..." Master Mo hesitated. Nowadays, no one dared to question He Songling's strength, but mechanical engineering seemed to have nothing to do with him. What could he teach his disciples?
Zhang Xuan was even more outgoing and asked He Songling, "What if I win? What do you have?"

When he asked this question, not only He Songling, but even Tian Jinzhong next to him laughed.

"I have money."

Concise and concise.

(End of this chapter)