Chapter 36 So-so

A glimmer of recognition flashed across Chul Ryuhon’s expressionless face.
Was he a romantic with fearsome sword skills?
Interesting fact.
An unexpected question with an unexpected answer.
This might give you an unexpected clue.
If the romantic interest just mentioned is the same person you are looking for.
“When?”
Ye Yunlang calculated the date in his head as Chuliuhui continued to ask questions.
“Yeah, that was about…… eight months ago.”
The iron streaks made my hands tingle.
“Eight months.
It was only two months ago that Sa Gongyun and herself had been wasted by a mysterious romantic.
I feel something coming on.
“Where did you see that?”
“It was near the Red Lake.”
Hong Lake is a huge lake in the southernmost part of Hubei province, just beyond the northern border here in Hunan province.
He felt like he was one step closer to what he wanted.
This was because they were so close in time and geography.
“Sir, why are you asking me that all of a sudden……? Oh, are you looking for a candidate to eat?”
“Okay, tell me more about what happened.”
At Chu Liuhui’s blunt reply, Ye Yunlang suppressed his curiosity and opened his mouth again.
“The first time I saw him was one day in the winter, when I was in Hongho…….”
That’s how the story began.
* * *
Eight months ago.
Ye Yunlang traveled from place to place in search of the Ascended Sword Dragon Fahon’s lair, and was caught by Hong Ho.
-Mr. Pai Wenzhou used to say in a drinking conversation. “There is no other region with more beautiful mountains than Hubei and Hunan. I’m guessing that the hiding place is in one or the other. I’ve given up looking for it because of my illness, but…… you’re still young, you’ll find it one day.
The maintenance of my mentor, Hongxiao, the former Dragonmoon Red Dragon Swordmaster.
“We’ll stay for ten days, explore the mountains, and if that doesn’t work out, we’ll move toward the Red Wall.
After stopping by a nearby mountain shrine to pray, Ye Yunlang climbed the peak to get a sense of the terrain, then headed to the lakeshore to find a place to stay.
The Red Lake was as vast and massive as its name suggests.
The vastness of the area is matched by the spectacular scenery in all seasons, especially in summer, when flocks of waterfowl and large lotus flowers cover the water’s surface.
As a result, it has always been a popular destination for travelers, and naturally, the commercial district along the waterfront has also developed significantly, with many small and large drinking establishments.
Ye Yunlang wanted to choose a seat that was as secluded as possible.
I wanted to avoid crowded places to organize my thoughts.
That day, as I wandered around the Zhoumun Hong Lake area, I finally came across a guest house tucked away in a remote forest.
Soloist cup ( Soloist Cup ).
The location and the whole building are so shabby that it’s not a place you’d expect to find many tourists.
Hana Yeunrang liked it.
“It’s a nice place to stay.
As I stepped inside the cabin, a chill air current enveloped me.
There were no guests.
Speaking of the loner’s cup, loneliness seemed to permeate every empty table.
The owner, a man in his forties, gestured to me.
“Welcome.”
“Are there any vacancies?”
“You can take the room upstairs on the far left. What about meals?”
“I’d like a plate of dumplings, please.”
“Alcohol?”
“Done.”
“Go sit somewhere.”
The proprietor of the establishment excused himself bluntly and headed for the kitchen.
Ye Yunlang is at a table, waiting for his food order, when he is detected.
Profit.
Soon, the door opened and a man stepped through.
He wears a gray blood-red robe, a bamboo loincloth so tightly pressed you can’t see his face, and a plain iron sword four feet long.
The owner’s voice came from inside the kitchen.
“Oh, hey, you’re here, we’re getting close, please hold on.”
Then Nangyin went to the corner and sat down.
Ye Yunlang studied him out of the corner of his eye.
‘Hmm…… doesn’t look like anything special at first glance, but I wonder if it’s cilantro buried in the night.’
It was just a gut feeling.
It’s like the extraordinary in the ordinary.
I can’t say for sure without looking in their hands, but I got the impression that they were intentionally hiding their prayers.
The owner then brought out a plate of dumplings and walked over to where Nangyin was sitting and asked.
“You came in yesterday and said you wanted to take over this place, and you’ve made up your mind?”
Then Nangyin took off his jerkin and set it aside.
“Yes. I’d like to finalize it now, if possible.”
He’s in his early fifties at best.
Given the series of demeanors, I was expecting him to be a bit cold, but he was surprisingly personable.
The smirking owner nods in agreement.
” What , it’s me money under If you pass it on That’s it Haoman … … No need all It’s ruined thin The store To acquire special The reason is “Have you got it ?”
Ye Yunlang, who was chewing and swallowing the dumplings, muttered to himself when he heard that.
‘All the guests are dying? Yeah, somehow…….’
I get it.
There’s a lot of dirty quantity, but no dirty flavor.
I’m surprised it hasn’t broken by now.
chirp
Nangyin placed a rather heavy-looking salt sack on the table.
“I just want to open a shop in the middle of nowhere and spend the rest of my life, for no other reason than that. This is a buyout.”
The owner’s eyes widened when he saw the amount.
“No! Is this all……?”
“Three hundred silver coins, I don’t think you’ll run out.”
At the same time as Nang Yin’s answer, both the master and Ye Yunlang were inwardly stunned.
“Huh! Three hundred silver?
I didn’t immediately understand.
Who in their right mind would throw that much money at a store that’s about to go under?
The owner clutched the sac tightly in excitement.
“Me, don’t give me shit later!”
“Of course. Let’s draw up an acquisition agreement right away.”
“Ha-ha-ha! Good! You’ll be blessed!”
As the two men worked on the acquisition agreement, the landscape outside the window went dark.
However, the inside of the glass was still empty.
There are only three types of people: those who are running a dying business, those who are buying a dying business, and those who are trying to stay in a dying business.
After a while.
The original owner packed up his things with a satisfied expression and left completely, and the new owner, a mysterious man, came to Ye Wen’s side and spoke to him.
“Good morning, customer. I’m running the shop as of today. How long will you be staying?”
“Oh, yeah, a little over ten days.”
“I see, you’ll be our first and last guest. In fact, we’re planning to close our rooms and sell only dumplings in the future…… But I’ll make sure you’re comfortable during your stay. Since it’s a coincidence, let’s call each other by our first names. I’m Feng Po.”
“This is Ye Unrang. By the way, I hope you didn’t eavesdrop on me earlier, but…… seems like you bought this place for a reason.”
“Haha, how many of us don’t have a story, so I’ll go clean up the kitchen and you can call me if you need anything.”
Meng Po shrugged it off and headed for the kitchen, while Ye Yunlang, who had managed to keep her curiosity at bay, went to her room on the second floor and lay down on the bed.
Ten days later.
Ye Yunlang explored the mountains around Hong Lake as usual, and returned to Lonely Guest Cup in the evening.
One.
Inside, a dozen people, all of whom appeared to be martial artists, entered the room.
The group of seemingly companionable people sat at several tables, drinking and chatting.
Ye Yunlang went straight to his room, away from the noisy crowd, and closed his eyes to rest.
Ho-hum.
Quack- udang-tang-!
There was a loud commotion downstairs, and soon one of the in-young broke down the door to the room.
A lanky man in his fifties, stuck in the middle of a group of Murimans.
Boom!
As a fierce sword strike landed on the bed, Ye Yunlang rolled to the side to dodge it, sheathed his sword, and ran out of the room.
Wazzy String!
The scrawny swordsman, who’d only just broken the cot with his car, cried out.
“There is nowhere to run!”
Sure enough, there are a dozen polite people on the stairs and inside the first floor.
Ye Yunlang quickly stepped over the railing of the second floor and fell.
Boom!
As I stand with my feet firmly on the hardwood floor of the first floor, a full-bodied sound hits my inner ear.
.
It was the prefix to a lateralized rhyme.
An unattended man lies dead on the ground at the base of a tree not far from where you heard the loud noise earlier, as if stabbed once.
Before I knew it, a dozen or so of them, including a lanky swordsman, had formed a round encirclement, exuding a thick atmosphere of speculation and life.
He didn’t look intimidated at all.
“You must have gotten word from your former master, after all my urging you to join the organization…….”
It was then that Ye Unrang realized what was happening.
The previous owner of the place had spilled the beans about money, and that’s how this nefarious group had gotten involved.
The leader, a skinny swordsman, smirked.
“He died at our hands a few days ago. And we split the silver.”
“What else did you expect?”
“Who are you to be foolish? Something more valuable than the silver is buried here, and it must have cost a ridiculous amount of money to acquire. I can’t help but wonder what it is.”
Feng Po sneered bitterly, afraid to let the skinny swordsman finish.
“You’re wrong. I just needed a place to be quiet.”
“Bullshit. They’ll call it what they want once they see the blood. By the way, this body’s nickname is the Berserk Blood Sword. I’m sure you’ve heard of it before.”
In an instant, Ye Yunlang’s eyes lit up.
Berserker, bloodthirsty swordsman, and a fairly infamous nickname.
I didn’t expect to meet him in person, as he was once a top-ranked swordsman in the Hubei region.
I heard that about five years ago, he was followed by a coffin in a mysterious incident and disappeared completely as soon as he declared it closed…….
The horde that came with the broadsword is most likely the leader of the Bloodborne, the organization he once led.
“Why did you target me?”
Ye Yunlang’s question was met with a sneer from the Light Blood Sword.
“ Hehe , are you stupid ? Of course of course evidence Destruction Because of that .”
Chapter Ye Yunlang stood up, and just as he did so, Ning Po sent out another message.
.
Immediately afterward, a creepy rippling sound shook the inside of the glass.
Shhhhhh-!
Followed by.
Puhak, Puhaak, Puhak……
A third of the men in the rounded encirclement were cut from the waist down, bleeding out.
High sword power, swift swordsmanship.
It’s a fearsome crossing of the sword.
Another fountain of blood spewed out as the lightsaber dulled.
Puhak, Puhaak……
Another five or six enemy backs were cut off in front of Rong Po’s crossed swords.
Ye Yunlang’s eyes widened in admiration.
‘This is fast-paced swordplay! And he’s left-handed……!’
* * *
“Enough.”
Chu Liuhui interrupted Ye Yunlang.
“Old? Why…… do that?”
“I don’t need to hear more.”
Ye Yunlang scratched his forehead in disbelief as Chu Liuhui held out his hand.
“Oh, you’re not impressed with the candidate, are you? But your swordsmanship is truly remarkable. Even with a broadsword, his throat was cut in a dozen strokes.”
Hana Chulryuhyeon looked indifferent.
It’s inevitable.
The romantic he’s looking for is not a left-handed swordsman, and his martial prowess is much higher than that.
Ye Yunlang, noticing, chimed in.
“It’s clear that Il Xin’s martial power is stronger than mine. That’s not to say that I can’t handle a broadsword, of course, but defeating a famous swordsman of that caliber in a dozen moves isn’t as easy as it sounds…….”
“It should be easy now.”
“Yes?”
“You’ve already achieved the Three Chapters. You escaped the underground trap because of it.”
Ye Yunlang was stunned by Chu Liuhui’s nonchalant words.
“Uh huh, so that’s why I was in a trance and my internal water level spiked…….”
“Exactly, that’s it, you’ve got it.”
“……!”
Ye Yunlang shivered slightly as she felt a thrill run through her body.
I never thought I’d fulfill the Chapter’s mantra of making a qigong master accumulate an amount of inner strength in one sitting that would take years of practice.
Then, suddenly, a thought hits me, and I’m overcome with panic.
No, wait, so what kind of level had this guy who was messing with me, who had achieved the Three Chapters, reached?
That’s when Chullehorn muttered to himself.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to find a use for ……, so I’ll consider you as a candidate.”
Is it good enough?
Yes…… Well, whatever, by your standards.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 37 (37 of 552)

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