Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 289: Baoding's Donkey Fire is Not as Good as Hejian's
Fortunately, the head of Yanwu Hall, who was sitting in the main seat in the middle, spoke up, "Junior brother, calm down. Xiao Gao has a straightforward temper. Why are you arguing about this?"

"The future Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu and the future head of the Trinity Sect have come together to pay us a courtesy visit. There is no way we can refuse them."

He suppressed the dispute here, turned around and spoke to the fat man with glasses: "Xiao Liu, you were sent here by Trinity School in your early years. Since you are familiar with them, you can be the main host."

"Huh? Me?"

Xiao Liu looked a little embarrassed, "Master, in terms of seniority and strength, who is qualified to represent our sect? How about you..."

"Get out of here. If you keep wasting time, I'll hit your funny bone. You still want to laugh for two more days, right?" Yanwu Hall was a group of reckless men, and the head of the hall was the most reckless of them all. He only said one thing and that was enough. Seeing that Xiao Liu dared to raise any objections, he glared at him and threatened him.

"No, no, I'll go right away."

Acupuncture is a powerful martial art of Yanwu Hall. If you press the acupuncture points accurately, it will have different magical effects. When Xiao Liu thought about the last time he made a mistake and was almost suffocated to death by his master's acupuncture, he shrank his fat neck and went down the mountain with a lingering fear on his face.

When he arrived, He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei were squatting on the side of the road on Yanwutang Mountain Road, eating donkey meat BBQ. He Songling was cursing while eating.

"Let me tell you, the donkey hotpot has to come from Hejian. Their pancakes are long, baked crispy, and filled with green peppers. The stewed buns are made from donkey meat soup, fat, and donkey skin. They taste refreshing, and are nothing like the ones in Baoding."

He Songling was not satisfied with just eating one, so he used space magic to take out another one and cursed while eating it.

"First of all, the pancake is round, which is not good. It is similar to the roujiamo in Shaanxi. Secondly, it is not Baijimo. It is not crispy when baked, and the inside is not filled with soup. It tastes dry and doughy.

The worst thing is the stew. The dough is already dry and soggy, and the stew is made with starch, so it's greasy and sticky. No wonder I can't leave."

Strictly speaking, He Songling's words are not wrong. Although in southern Hebei, when it comes to donkey hotpot, Baoding and Hejian are equally good, each has its own merits.

But if you look at the donkey meat fire that has been spread, you will know that most of them are donkey meat fire in Hejian. Battle reports can deceive people, but the battle lines will not. As a person from another province, it is not wrong to say that the donkey meat fire in Hejian is better than that in Baoding.

But the thing is, if you don’t think it tastes good, then don’t eat it.

He squatted there eating with his mouth full of oil, especially the Baoding stewed pork that he had criticized so much that his cheeks were stuffed up, and he cursed at the same time. What is this called? This is called shameless.

At least that’s what Xiao Liu, who was walking over from a distance, thought.

"Congratulations, senior brother!"

Xiao Liu started to speak.

"Yo!"

He Songling had just finished the last bite of the fire-baked bread and looked up. He saw that the fat boy with glasses was an acquaintance: "Xiao Liu, isn't this him?"

He swallowed the two chewed pieces of fire cake in his mouth in one gulp. The throat of a normal human being could not have such a wide space. He Songling's entire neck suddenly turned white and twisted into an abnormal shape, and he swallowed the strangely shaped ball down his esophagus.

He Songling had to let the founder of the Sanyi Sect see He Songling use the three levels of reverse birth like this, and he would be angry and come back to life and then die of anger again. After He Songling swallowed his anger, he stood up and introduced himself to Zhang Zhiwei: "Liu Deshui, an old acquaintance. When I wanted to join the Sanyi Sect, my teacher forced a child from Fujian to come to Hebei. What a rude old man, tell me."

"Uh……"

Zhang Zhiwei was used to He Songling's behavior, but Liu Deshui had never seen such a posture. In today's Jianghu, who dared to speak rudely to Zuo Rutong by name?

If this person is his direct disciple, and even the whole world believes that he will be the future head of Trinity Sect, the scene will become even more fantastic.

Fortunately, Liu Deshui was not an ordinary person, and Wu Gensheng would not be impressed by the temper of ordinary people. He laughed twice and said, "Brother He, you are not afraid that the old man will find out about your arrangement with Zuo Menzhang?"

"I know, so go ahead. What can the prison guards do to me?"

He Songling waved his hand nonchalantly, "At worst, he will take my calligraphy and write the family tree without me in the future, so what. If he dares to do that, I will turn around and set up a 42nd branch outside, snatch all the students from the 31st branch, and make him mad to death."

He Songling felt annoyed when he thought about the legend of "Wu Gensheng went into the mountains and angered Zuo Menchang to death" circulating in the future. What kind of person is Wu Gensheng? Is it my teacher's turn to be angered to death by others? I have to be angry to death myself.

Liu Deshui's eyes twitched when he heard this. This was simply unbelievable for a fighter like him who was very particular about controlling all the muscles in his body when hitting.

He felt somewhat fortunate that he had not been able to join Trinity School that year. Otherwise, he didn't know what would have become of him if he had followed this psychotic senior brother.

"Brother He, you are joking. We have no right to control what Chief Zuo thinks, but you openly said that our donkey hotpot is not tasty in Baoding. This has angered the people of Baoding."

"So what? Your steamed buns are not delicious and you won't let people say anything about it?"

"No, you are the customer, you have spent money, you can say anything."

Liu Deshui curled his lips and looked at the half-baked bread in Zhang Zhiwei's hand: "The question is, is this money you spent? According to my understanding of you, the money for buying the bread was all paid by this Taoist Zhang, right?"

"Who are you looking at?" He Songling glared, "Do you know me? I, I am a man, the richest man in the world. Those foreigners are not as rich as me. Why do I eat at other people's expense when I go out to eat?"

"Yes, I know you are the richest man, but didn't you become the richest man by being stingy? You may be rich, but you may take advantage of others, but how could you become the richest man if you didn't take advantage of others so much?"

Liu Deshui was not afraid of being beaten at all and continued to dance on the brink of death:
"When I was at Trinity, I heard your teachings. What do you mean by that? If you don't pick up something on the street, it's considered lost. Is that true? What do you mean by that? A beggar complains about the food being rotten. That's not human nature."

"That's true. You're a good kid. After all these years, you still remember your senior brother's teachings. Come on. When I take over the Trinity Sect, I'll make you an honorary elder."

He Songling looked at Liu Deshui and smiled. This guy clearly wanted to challenge him. He thought that he was responsible for the reception and was afraid that the head of Yanwu Hall would blame him, so he deliberately pushed him to do it.

But how could he fall for his trick? How stupid must he be to be able to scheme against Liu Deshui?

"Senior Brother He, you don't have to say everything that's in your heart." Liu Deshui's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

(End of this chapter)