Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 857 Wang Ye: I can't go, you should talk to He Songling.
"Yunlong's Tai Chi was brought out of your cave by Senior Brother Song and personally passed on to me, and I personally passed it on to Yunlong."

Zhou Meng looked at his brother with hostility: "That's the boxing style created by our Wudang founder, Master Zhang Sanfeng. You're saying the founder's boxing style is called 'a few rounds of broken boxing'?"

Zhou Sheng's heart skipped a beat.

He was so angry when he heard Wang Ye spouting such arrogant words that he forgot about the two brothers standing next to him, who were both Tai Chi practitioners.

That's normal. Zhou Sheng hadn't learned any true meaning of Tai Chi. It was Song Mian who, with the help of Zhang Boduan's miraculous abilities, broke the divine shackles set by Zhang Sanfeng. In Zhou Sheng's eyes, Wudang Tai Chi was still the same pathetic thing it was before, which could be described as "a few broken punches."

However, now that Song Mian has fully unlocked the true meaning of Tai Chi, it is truly a high-level skill that is no less than Feng Hou Qi Men, and it can even be said to be higher than Feng Hou Qi Men.

After all, this is a method of achieving immortality passed down directly from immortals, and someone has already used it to achieve immortality. However, the Feng Hou Qi Men method can only theoretically lead to immortality. Judging from Zhou Sheng's current life cultivation level, he doesn't seem like someone who can achieve immortality in his lifetime. He's just another Song Mian.

Then how dare you insult our Tai Chi? Especially since this Tai Chi is the martial art of your own school.

Song Mian and Zhou Meng got into a boxing stance, ready to fight Zhou Sheng.

"What are you doing? What are you doing!" Zhou Sheng was so frightened that he took two steps back. Although he hadn't dared to show himself in public all these years, he often came back, and sometimes even secretly helped the Three Madmen of Wudang repel some of their enemies. He knew the terrifying power of the true meaning of Tai Chi.

Even if I could transform into seventy-two transformations and become a black wind, I might not be able to escape.

"What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to beat you up!" Zhou Meng grinned maliciously, cracking his knuckles as he prepared to punch his brother. "You old bastard, you've been gone for seventy years, and you haven't even come to see your own brother, or say a word. Don't you deserve this beating?"

"Should we...is it possible that our most important task right now is for He Songling to abduct Wang Ye, and we can entrust him with his care?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Zhou Sheng's forehead.

He was confident in his Feng Hou Qi Men, but he wasn't so arrogant as to think he could defeat Song Mian and Zhou Meng in a two-on-one fight, not to mention that He Songling, who was always looking for trouble, was standing next to him.

Any old person who lived through that era knows what kind of humanity this guy has.

Song Mian, being a sect leader, understood Zhou Sheng's words and temporarily suppressed his clenched fists. He pulled Zhou Meng aside and said, "What he said makes some sense. Let him entrust it to Wang Ye for now."

"Hey. Grand Tutor, please speak." Wang Ye scurried forward eagerly.

“Kid, strike a pose like a deer turning its head,” Zhou Sheng said. Wang Ye did as he was told, and He Songling gave him the same expression as Donnie Yen, pointing at Wang Ye and then turning to Zhang Lingyu and Xia He with a smile.

"Look at this kid, he's not smart enough. Old Zhou is about to beat him up, and he's still obediently setting up his position. Back in the day, a deity once told me to set up my position like this, and I saw through his scheme."

"Ouch!" At this moment, Wang Ye had already been kicked out by Zhou Sheng and was lying right next to He Songling's feet. He looked up and said with a sheepish smile, "So you didn't get beaten up back then?"

"Bore!"

With a dark expression, He Songling stomped Wang Ye's head into the ground.

"Why bring up something you shouldn't talk about? Back then, I was just a mortal. If a god wanted to beat me up, could I have dodged it?" Wang Ye rubbed his head as he got up from the ground, swaying as he asked, "No, Grand Tutor, why are you beating me? Haven't I mastered Feng Hou Qi Men enough?"

"Good? Good my ass!" Zhou Sheng was furious. "You little brat, you learned my Feng Hou technique, and all you do is turn on a blast of cool air for fun. What's wrong with your family? Is it because you're short of electricity, or is there no air conditioning on Wudang Mountain?"

"You know my family situation. I don't usually fight with people, so there's no need for me to use my magic..." Wang Ye explained softly.

"Bullshit! You hadn't needed it before, but now you're jumping in to meddle with that old donkey Zhang Zhiwei's business at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony? You still don't have a place to use your magic?"

"The old Celestial Master's ultimate goal was Zhang Chulan, who, as far as I know, is the grandson of your sworn brother."

Wang Ye had heard He Songling boast a lot along the way. The final riddle, which everyone in the original work kept so tightly sealed like a vacuum-sealed package, was revealed by He Songling while he was eating beer and chicken feet he bought from a train cart.

"And then again, didn't I eventually come to control it?"

"That's what I'm angry about!" Zhou Sheng was also a show-off. He originally thought he would become the "Three Crossing Kings" and leave a good story in the history of cultivation. Like those historical stories, his name, Zhou Sheng, would appear in the legends of later generations.

Unfortunately, Wang Ye achieved enlightenment after participating in just one Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

Damn it!
Zhou Sheng was at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony when he saw He Songling from afar, and was so frightened that he transformed into a bird and flew back to Wudang Mountain overnight. He had planned to teach Wang Ye a few things when he returned to the mountain, but he never expected that this grandson of He Songling would come back with him.

The attempt to show off was thwarted, which infuriated Zhou Sheng.

"Then I can't go. That person is controlling Zhang Chulan, so why don't you go and talk to that person?"

Because of the passage of time and the fact that everyone was well-informed and deliberately concealing information, it would be difficult for these kids to know who He Songling was without checking the records. This was especially true for lazy kids like Wang Ye, who would never bother to look up irrelevant historical information.

But they're smart. Zhang Lingyu, Xia He, and Wang Ye are all incredibly intelligent. They realized early on that this guy, who looked a few years younger than them and seemed like a clueless college student, was actually quite something, especially considering he'd been beaten up by several senior figures on the way to Wudang.

Especially the scene where he saw through the Seventy-Two Transformations with his naked eye and was caught by Zhou Sheng with his bare hands, made Wang Ye certain that Zhou Sheng couldn't afford to offend He Songling, so he decided to take a gamble.

The result, of course, was that the gamble paid off.

Zhou Sheng was so angry he wanted to turn around and yell at He Songling, but the phantom pain from the five bloody holes in his body prevented him from doing so.

He twitched his lips several times, unsure of what to say, and finally could only manage a wry smile: "Hey Lao He, after all these years, you're still like this. Can't you leave something for us old folks?"

It's unclear whether he meant "leave some successors" or "leave some face."

"So what? Whether it's one sheep or two, it's all the same. I'm a professional at passing on my skills to my master, okay?"

He Songling's nose was pulled up like a dough ball and held up in the air. "Besides, it's not like I haven't taught classes before, even for your Wudang. I taught a few of you back then for your master, and today I can teach Wang Ye for you. It's the same thing."

(End of this chapter)