Chapter 44 The Dumpling Shop Owner

It’s been half a year since Namgung Sanglin left.
The moonlight was shining even more insidiously, and the store was still deserted.
The silence of the fall night was broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl from the forest beyond.
Rong Po stared blankly out the window, then pushed his butt off the chair and stood up quietly.
‘It’s hard to be alone and lonely, but it’s the hardest thing to live in peace like this…….’
He muttered something to himself, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
How much you’re happy with your life right now.
I didn’t settle here eight months ago to make money.
If I had planned to make a living from running a dumpling shop in the first place, I wouldn’t have spent 300 silver coins to buy this place.
There was only one reason to buy a loner’s cup from one of the many, many shops along Hong Ho, all of which were going out of business.
Create a sanctuary of sorts for the rest of your life.
All he wanted was to open a shop in the middle of nowhere and live out the rest of his life.
Of course, living in seclusion with mountain vegetation as your companion can also be a way to pursue a life of tranquility.
But I didn’t want to be so isolated and cut off from the outside world.
I didn’t know if I still had any regrets about my martial arts, but I didn’t have any intention of studying anymore, so I didn’t even think about turning my back on the world.
Now was the perfect time.
This life of getting away from the hustle and bustle, smelling people once in a while, and being moderately lonely is…….
That’s what the polite smile meant.
You’ve realized your dream, even if no one else has, so there’s no reason not to be happy.
“To make dumplings every day for a living, and to welcome customers who come and go, if I could ask for anything else, it would be my greed.
Stretching, Ning Po walked out the door and lowered his back, which was hanging off to one side.
I was about to call it a day when I realized I didn’t have any more customers.
By the way.
Shhh, shhh, shhh……
Suddenly, a series of faint signs were detected.
Heading toward the entrance, Ning Po stopped and turned his head.
Approximately three sheets away.
You see four men standing next to each other, each wearing a bib.
They were a fairly robust bunch.
Each wears a sword at one side of their waist.
Even a black light jacket for stealthy nocturnal adventures.
Guest? No.
Most of the time, they are a group of people with a purpose.
In that short space of time, Rinpoche recognized their features.
All four lack the first nail of the little finger on the left hand.
I wonder if I’ve had the same injury before.
Soon after, Meng Po spoke without a hint of annoyance.
“Oops, sorry. We just closed for the day…… and I’m a little sluggish today, so I don’t think I can make more dumplings.”
That’s when the man at the front of the line spoke up.
“From now on, answer my questions without hiding anything. How many people who appear to be martial artists have come to this dumpling house today?”
“What? Oh, there was only one…….”
Immediately afterward, Banglipin tilted his head slightly and asked again, his eyes shining.
“Did you carry a sword?”
“Yes, he was a young, compliant swordsman.”
The person Meng Po was referring to was none other than Nangong Shanglin.
“When?”
“I ate a plate of Ye Xiu dumplings and left about half past one.”
“Van Shijin…… Describe the impression as you saw it.”
Without hesitation, Feng Po gave him a detailed description of the Nan Gongsang Lin’s appearance, and then mentioned the scabbard.
“The scabbard was as impressive as the compliant face; the intricately carved black dragon was not an everyday object.”
“Okay, that’s enough. Did you hear anything else?”
“Yeah, we just exchanged formal greetings, that’s all.”
“Where did it go?”
“That’s the woods over there.”
Feng Po’s finger pointed in one direction, and Bang Lipin immediately jerked his head back in direction.
“Let’s find him now and expose him. We’re running out of time, so we need to get whatever leads we can.”
“Yes.”
The moment when the three freedmen in the back answered with bipolarity.
“One…… what’s going on with you all?”
Ning Po asked, looking a little worried.
Seeing the look on his face, the leading Vagabond smirked dismissively and let out a sneer.
“Don’t worry. The store won’t suffer because of our work. You just have to keep one thing in mind. You’re not going to…… anyone today.”
It’s a clean slate.
This encounter.
The warning is a threat that if you speak up, your life will be in danger.
“Ah…… yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”
As Feng Po shook his head, the group exchanged glances before turning to face Xin Xing.
Windowpane.
A heavy voice, carried on the night breeze, caught them like a trap.
“But it would be in vain to chase after him.”
The owner of the voice was Mingpo.
An instant change of tone.
The four Fang Lips turned back to the road, not sure who was first.
Meng Po said in a heavy voice again.
“He had nothing to do with what happened yesterday. He was just a wayfarer passing through.”
The faces of the Vanglips stiffened at the unexpected words.
“……!”
The leading Fang Liang immediately activated his Inner Gong, amplifying Ilshin’s feelings.
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A significant amount of energy in the other person’s body is…….
“Ho ho, look at this?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he rested his palm still on the hilt of his sword.
The three free-standers standing behind the back are in the same position.
There’s an air of tension in the air.
Feng Po dropped the back he was holding in one hand to the floor.
“The woods southwest of the Red Lake, where a dozen or so municipal thugs raped a woman.”
At the same time, the leader of the group narrowed his eyes.
“So…… it was you who slaughtered all my men then?”
“How could I walk away from a group of people doing that in front of my young daughter?”
“Interesting. Is it a sign of your confidence in your own power that you’re willing to say that out loud?”
“What if?”
The bellicose half-sentences of the rhetoric, the fugitives radiated speculation and flesh.
“Your skill in concealing your body’s aura is excellent, but you underestimate …… this body too much.”
“Wicked Sword Chu Chong, I heard you got your name because of your vicious heart and sword skills?”
Tusked Sword Adder.
The leader of the Black Forest Hall, a sectarian faction that dominates the Hong Lake region, he is a kendo master of the highest caliber whose notoriety is greater than that of the Sun God.
“Do you know me?”
“One of those who died at my hands yesterday told me.”
“Really? Then let me enlighten you with an example. Why this body is called the Wicked Sword…….”
A short beep sounds.
Srrrrung –
The knife drawn, Chu Chong immediately threw off his armor and took a step forward.
It’s a harsh, intangible prayer.
Like a first-rate kendo master, he seems to be able to defeat lesser opponents with his footwork alone.
Behind him, three Black Foresters spread out at regular intervals and pointed their swords at him.
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Chu Chong commanded with his front mouth, then charged ferociously.
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The new black and white.
In a single breath, the beetle compressed the gap between the three sheets and swiftly slashed its sword down.
Woohoohoohoo!
The blade fell vertically, the ground screaming with the power of the sword.
Boom!
Waste.
The bullhorn is gone.
Then a series of piercing screams erupted from behind me.
“Boom!”
“Ouch!”
Chapter turns his head and sees two of his men fall to the ground, spewing blood.
Before he knew it, he was in the clutches of a vicious beast.
A moment of stunned silence.
Shh … Phew … … !
The left-hand man of Rong Po struck the throat of the remaining servant, decapitating him.
Amidst a fountain of gory blood rising high.
A dark killing glint formed in the eyes of the newly reformed Feng Po.
“The woman who was captured and robbed by the ugly men, and the woman who was forced to watch the horrific sight in fear…… will both be scarred and tormented for the rest of their lives. It will only be paid for with your blood.”
The beetle hesitantly took a step backward.
Yes.
I’ve lost my will.
After watching three of the Black Forest’s finest swordsmen die for nothing, each given a day’s pay, he was no longer confident enough to wield the sword.
Your instincts tell you to run, but your hands and feet don’t move as easily as you’d like.
Rong Po walked slowly and said.
“From what I’ve gathered, this hasn’t been the first time you’ve done this. Wicked sword? So you enjoy being maligned?”
“…….”
“Let me show you. A truly atrocious martial art.”
Rong Po stretched out his left hand.
Moment.
Wazzy String-!
A strange object smashed through the window next to the entrance and was caught in his hand like a bird.
Hot!
It was an iron sword.
Chu Chung’s fears were even greater.
“Huh, what’s ……?
An exquisite skill that even he, who has barely dipped his toe in the water, can’t even begin to emulate.
The shadow of death looms with this night.
Jumbled.
Rong Po’s prayer with the iron sword was breathtakingly powerful.
“Today, I don’t think I’ll feel guilty if I don’t have …… ejaculate in my hand, because what I’m about to show you is pure magic.”
Hearing the words, “The highest honor of the Ma,” a great ripple rippled in Chu Chong’s eyes.
‘Seo, are you sure…… magong……?’
Why ominous forebodings are always right.
Tsutsutsutsutsu
An ashen airstream rippled around Rong Po’s body.
Magida, a grotesque aura that’s grim and unpleasant to behold.
Not really.
Boom!
The iron sword vibrated, and a terrifying monstrous monkfish shape formed around it.
Creepy.
Hairy is hairy is hairy.
Suddenly, I heard an eerie sound in my ear.
-I’m hungry, I’m hungry. Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk … … Hehehe … …
Echoing.
Is this the glory of the iron sword that shaped the monkfish?
Backed up against the wall, with no room to back up, the beetle pushed off the ground with two long paws.
Zigzag, Zigzag, Zigzag
Terrified, he dropped the knife in his hand.
“Hmph…… da, da…… you…… who are you……?”
Enveloped in the same ashen aura, Feng Po kept his gaze fixed and continued to close the gap.
“I’m a former demon lord.”
Chu Chung’s eyes widened.
It was shocking.
I couldn’t believe it.
The fact that the demonic beast that was supposed to have been wiped out along with the Dragon Gate twenty years ago…… was still alive was puzzling.
“For now, as you can see, I’m just a dumpling shop owner.”
At that moment, the monkfish-shaped aura on the iron sword opened its mouth and let out an ear-piercing roar.
“This is the Food Demon Sword, a recruit of the Aggie Demon Dao.”
“Ah…… ah……!”
“Feel it for yourself. A monkfish madness meal like you’ve never experienced in your life.”
Rong Po’s saber plunges into the left flank of the chrysalis.
Poof!
A large Magi in the form of a monkfish also toppled over his opponent.
Immediately afterward, there was a crackling sound and his entire body, including the stab wound, began to gnaw and rot away at an alarming rate.
“Aaaaah, aaaaah!”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 45 (45 of 552)