Chapter 567: I will confer upon you the title of lifetime honorary head of the Tang Sect. When you die, your tablet will be placed on the same floor as the ancestors.
As for what He Songling said, such as "heartless and insane", Lu Ci didn't take it to heart.
He is now in his thirties and approaching forty. His temperament and style of doing things have long been determined and will never change suddenly because of some trivial matter.
Lu Ci felt that the title of "mad dog" that He Songling had used to describe him from the very beginning was a good one. Although it did not sound like a good thing, it was very difficult for good people to survive in troubled times. If it were not for the outlier Zuo Rutong, it would be 100% impossible for good people to survive.
There's nothing wrong with making people feel that they're not easy to mess with.
Over time, Lü Ci did not consider himself a good person. This was also normal. Wang Ai could hire someone to kill He Songling because of a dispute of righteousness. Lü Ci was a close friend of Wang Ai, so he certainly would not be a white lotus with moral obsession.
He has done a lot of things that are not very decent, even "crazy", but it doesn't matter to him, and he doesn't have any boring emotions such as moral torture. In his opinion, as long as it is good for himself and the Lu family, he will do something a little bit out of the ordinary.
"Brother He, don't worry. No matter what happens in the future, I will always regard you as my master and senior brother. If you have any instructions and I can do it, I will do my best to achieve it." Lu Ci patted his chest and promised.
"Okay." He Songling gave him a meaningful look, "Remember what you said today, let's go."
Lu Ci didn't take anything with him, and went down the mountain with only a few dozen dollars and He Songling's letter of introduction.
"Oh, the sun is shining, life is beautiful!"
The sun was shining brightly, and it was warm on his body. He Songling squinted his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and walked aimlessly on the Tangmen Mountain, thinking about going back to find Lu Huizhong for an outing.
Then he ran into Tang Bingwen head-on.
"Where are you going?" Tang Bingwen grabbed He Songling's arm and even used purple Qi poison to prevent him from escaping.
"You don't care about me."
Of course, this was useless. He Songling's current state was not something Tang Bingwen could hold. He just ignored the purple poisonous mist that was obviously poisonous and pulled it out.
"I'm going back to play with my wife, what's wrong?"
"You..." Tang Bingwen wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
Saying that He Songling is lazy, idle, and has no contribution to the sect? You must be kidding. If the Tang Sect were to make a contribution list, the data would be divided equally into two parts, with He Songling taking one part and all the living people in the Tang Sect together barely taking up the remaining part.
In the end, Tang Bingwen could only sigh: "The land of gentleness is the grave of heroes. The old saying is really true. The child who used to be ambitious has become like this every day after getting married."
He Songling's eyes widened: "No way, Chief, what gave you the illusion that I was very ambitious? Do you know that I don't even bother to manage a company with the largest market value in the world, and the executives under me curse people every day, so how can I be ambitious? If not, you can talk to Lao Zuo and ask him to introduce me to you." "That's not what I meant." In fact, Tang Bingwen regretted the moment he said it. Not to mention that he and He Songling have been friends for twenty years. Just looking at He Songling's sloppy appearance, even people who are not familiar with him know that this guy is not ambitious.
"I mean, weren't you walking on the path of cultivation very fast before? Why are you slowing down now?"
"It's a combination of work and rest." He Songling waved his hand. "You ran too fast before, and now you have to stop and be steady. This is normal. If you don't give yourself some room to rest and keep your nerves tense in practice, what will happen if you go astray in the future?"
This is his true words.
Even though he had just seen a real immortal, he had seen one before. Although he had never seen a living one, the "miracle" from the West left him no less than what he had gained from meeting Huang Daxian this time. In fact, it was even more crucial to him. It was what allowed him to walk out of the dead end with the three levels of reverse life and find a way to survive.
There is no rush to become an immortal, and there is no way to rush. There is not much difference between practicing for two more days and practicing for two less days. What he wants to do now is to accompany his wife and think about some ways to support Lao Zhong's army and beat up the damn Japanese.
Zuo Ruotong died around 1942. It was only the end of 1940, more than a year and a half, almost two years, and there were no major events in the martial arts world. Apart from the main storyline of the War of Resistance against the Japanese, He Songling could do whatever he wanted with the rest of his time.
In a word, if Li Muxuan and Wu Gensheng couldn't move, he wouldn't move. Staying peacefully in Tang Sect and having a child with Lu Huizhong, wouldn't that be better than running around everywhere?
But of course, He Songling was also able to see what Tang Bingwen meant.
"What exactly do you want me to do? Tell me quickly. I'll study it when I'm in a good mood."
"Nonsense, what else can I ask you for as the head of my Tang Sect!" Tang Bingwen suddenly widened his one eye, then smiled amiably, patted He Songling on the shoulder and said, "It's just a matter of our Tang Sect's inheritance. Before, you said you wanted to study the Dan-devouring thing on my senior brother..."
"Oh, my!"
He Songling now understood what Tang Bingwen was talking about. "Oh, I'm a little sleepy. The house is too small and I can't sleep well at night."
"Change! Change to a bigger one! Whatever the Tang Clan has, you can live wherever you want. If it really doesn't work, don't you have plenty of properties down the mountain? You can live anywhere, as long as I can contact you." Tang Bingwen waved his hand and promised casually.
"I'm not in a good mood either. My status is too low. Even a young man like Yang Lie dares to speak to me. I'm the deputy head of the Sanyi Sect. Once the instruction is issued, even if Chong is my uncle, he has to listen to me..."
"How can this work? Yang Lie is too outrageous. I will punish him when I get back." Tang Bingwen did not ask whether He Songling's self-proclaimed deputy head of Sanyi Sect was true or not. "As for you, I appoint you as the executive deputy head of Tang Sect, the chief elder, the honorary chief guest, and the supreme elder of Tangzhong."
"Wow!" He Songling looked at Tang Bingwen in surprise: "You can appoint someone to such an important position with just one sentence?"
"I'm the sect leader, who dares to object?" For Dan Shi, the sect rules are now meaningless to Tang Bingwen. "If it doesn't work out, I'll give the sect leader position to you, and then I'll grant you the Tang Sect's lifetime honorary sect leader. When you die, your tablet will be placed in the same row as the ancestors, and we'll all follow."
"Oh, that's too much." He Songling sighed. Since Tang Bingwen said so, "Let's go and see the master."
(End of this chapter)
As for what He Songling said, such as "heartless and insane", Lu Ci didn't take it to heart.
He is now in his thirties and approaching forty. His temperament and style of doing things have long been determined and will never change suddenly because of some trivial matter.
Lu Ci felt that the title of "mad dog" that He Songling had used to describe him from the very beginning was a good one. Although it did not sound like a good thing, it was very difficult for good people to survive in troubled times. If it were not for the outlier Zuo Rutong, it would be 100% impossible for good people to survive.
There's nothing wrong with making people feel that they're not easy to mess with.
Over time, Lü Ci did not consider himself a good person. This was also normal. Wang Ai could hire someone to kill He Songling because of a dispute of righteousness. Lü Ci was a close friend of Wang Ai, so he certainly would not be a white lotus with moral obsession.
He has done a lot of things that are not very decent, even "crazy", but it doesn't matter to him, and he doesn't have any boring emotions such as moral torture. In his opinion, as long as it is good for himself and the Lu family, he will do something a little bit out of the ordinary.
"Brother He, don't worry. No matter what happens in the future, I will always regard you as my master and senior brother. If you have any instructions and I can do it, I will do my best to achieve it." Lu Ci patted his chest and promised.
"Okay." He Songling gave him a meaningful look, "Remember what you said today, let's go."
Lu Ci didn't take anything with him, and went down the mountain with only a few dozen dollars and He Songling's letter of introduction.
"Oh, the sun is shining, life is beautiful!"
The sun was shining brightly, and it was warm on his body. He Songling squinted his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and walked aimlessly on the Tangmen Mountain, thinking about going back to find Lu Huizhong for an outing.
Then he ran into Tang Bingwen head-on.
"Where are you going?" Tang Bingwen grabbed He Songling's arm and even used purple Qi poison to prevent him from escaping.
"You don't care about me."
Of course, this was useless. He Songling's current state was not something Tang Bingwen could hold. He just ignored the purple poisonous mist that was obviously poisonous and pulled it out.
"I'm going back to play with my wife, what's wrong?"
"You..." Tang Bingwen wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
Saying that He Songling is lazy, idle, and has no contribution to the sect? You must be kidding. If the Tang Sect were to make a contribution list, the data would be divided equally into two parts, with He Songling taking one part and all the living people in the Tang Sect together barely taking up the remaining part.
In the end, Tang Bingwen could only sigh: "The land of gentleness is the grave of heroes. The old saying is really true. The child who used to be ambitious has become like this every day after getting married."
He Songling's eyes widened: "No way, Chief, what gave you the illusion that I was very ambitious? Do you know that I don't even bother to manage a company with the largest market value in the world, and the executives under me curse people every day, so how can I be ambitious? If not, you can talk to Lao Zuo and ask him to introduce me to you." "That's not what I meant." In fact, Tang Bingwen regretted the moment he said it. Not to mention that he and He Songling have been friends for twenty years. Just looking at He Songling's sloppy appearance, even people who are not familiar with him know that this guy is not ambitious.
"I mean, weren't you walking on the path of cultivation very fast before? Why are you slowing down now?"
"It's a combination of work and rest." He Songling waved his hand. "You ran too fast before, and now you have to stop and be steady. This is normal. If you don't give yourself some room to rest and keep your nerves tense in practice, what will happen if you go astray in the future?"
This is his true words.
Even though he had just seen a real immortal, he had seen one before. Although he had never seen a living one, the "miracle" from the West left him no less than what he had gained from meeting Huang Daxian this time. In fact, it was even more crucial to him. It was what allowed him to walk out of the dead end with the three levels of reverse life and find a way to survive.
There is no rush to become an immortal, and there is no way to rush. There is not much difference between practicing for two more days and practicing for two less days. What he wants to do now is to accompany his wife and think about some ways to support Lao Zhong's army and beat up the damn Japanese.
Zuo Ruotong died around 1942. It was only the end of 1940, more than a year and a half, almost two years, and there were no major events in the martial arts world. Apart from the main storyline of the War of Resistance against the Japanese, He Songling could do whatever he wanted with the rest of his time.
In a word, if Li Muxuan and Wu Gensheng couldn't move, he wouldn't move. Staying peacefully in Tang Sect and having a child with Lu Huizhong, wouldn't that be better than running around everywhere?
But of course, He Songling was also able to see what Tang Bingwen meant.
"What exactly do you want me to do? Tell me quickly. I'll study it when I'm in a good mood."
"Nonsense, what else can I ask you for as the head of my Tang Sect!" Tang Bingwen suddenly widened his one eye, then smiled amiably, patted He Songling on the shoulder and said, "It's just a matter of our Tang Sect's inheritance. Before, you said you wanted to study the Dan-devouring thing on my senior brother..."
"Oh, my!"
He Songling now understood what Tang Bingwen was talking about. "Oh, I'm a little sleepy. The house is too small and I can't sleep well at night."
"Change! Change to a bigger one! Whatever the Tang Clan has, you can live wherever you want. If it really doesn't work, don't you have plenty of properties down the mountain? You can live anywhere, as long as I can contact you." Tang Bingwen waved his hand and promised casually.
"I'm not in a good mood either. My status is too low. Even a young man like Yang Lie dares to speak to me. I'm the deputy head of the Sanyi Sect. Once the instruction is issued, even if Chong is my uncle, he has to listen to me..."
"How can this work? Yang Lie is too outrageous. I will punish him when I get back." Tang Bingwen did not ask whether He Songling's self-proclaimed deputy head of Sanyi Sect was true or not. "As for you, I appoint you as the executive deputy head of Tang Sect, the chief elder, the honorary chief guest, and the supreme elder of Tangzhong."
"Wow!" He Songling looked at Tang Bingwen in surprise: "You can appoint someone to such an important position with just one sentence?"
"I'm the sect leader, who dares to object?" For Dan Shi, the sect rules are now meaningless to Tang Bingwen. "If it doesn't work out, I'll give the sect leader position to you, and then I'll grant you the Tang Sect's lifetime honorary sect leader. When you die, your tablet will be placed in the same row as the ancestors, and we'll all follow."
"Oh, that's too much." He Songling sighed. Since Tang Bingwen said so, "Let's go and see the master."
(End of this chapter)
