Chapter 67 Memories of the Rampage

As the breath of the evening sun faded, the waves of the vast red lake burned as brightly as the sea.
As usual, the commercial streets around the lake were crowded with pedestrians enjoying the fall scenery.
Whereas.
A shop tucked away in the woods nearby was quiet, with no customers.
Does it matter what it looks like.
The entire building is so shabby, there’s not even a sign above the front door with the company name.
Even if a passerby spots it, they’re likely to walk right past it, so it’s probably in need of a makeover.
In such a laid-back atmosphere.
Land, land, land, land, land, land-!
The sound of hammering rang out regularly, cutting through the deep silence.
The owner of the store was climbing up a ladder to install a sign made of planks in front of the front door.
Assault.
A former Demon Lord who was destroyed along with the Dragonmoon, an adept who has achieved the Half-Rotation, and the wielder of the Six Demon Sword called Aguido’s Recruit.
No one knows.
It’s hard to believe that a mere dumpling shop owner would have such a remarkable status and history…….
Finished with the signage, Ning Po climbed down the ladder to clear the floor around it, then turned around.
You hear footsteps of someone visiting the store.
“Hey, oh……, are you……?”
Ning Po’s eyes widened in surprise as he spoke.
Gilson standing in the yard.
It was a familiar face.
I did.
He had visited here once before.
“Haha, how are you, I just happened to be passing this way again and thought I’d stop by.”
A young man in his twenties with a smile on his face.
He was a well-built, intelligent-looking man with a sharp eye, and his identity was none other than Namgung Sanglin, the nemesis of the Namgung family.
Ning Po smiled and nodded.
“Yes, welcome back. It’s good to see you again.”
This is not an empty statement.
It’s like meeting up with an old friend for the first time in a long time.
I thought it would be a passing encounter.
Because most of my guests did.
Anyone who came into the store would exchange a few words of ritualized conversation and then part ways with no promise of a reunion.
As a result, there were very few people who stuck in my memory.
One.
Namgung Sanglin was an exception.
I didn’t have a long conversation with him the first time I saw him, but it was pretty impressive.
His handsome good looks and fancy scabbard aside, I felt like I was carrying a huge burden on my shoulders.
I didn’t intentionally ask then.
If it’s a story you don’t want to talk about, it’s best to pretend you don’t know about it until you do.
So did he.
I had a story that I couldn’t easily tell others.
I didn’t even know his name, but it was nice to see him again like this after so many days.
Namgung Sanglin stares at the sign and shakes his head.
“Huh? Why the blank sign?”
The sign you’ve painstakingly installed doesn’t have a business name.
“Hmm, I’m starting to think about it. But don’t you think it’s a little more atmospheric without a store name?”
Nangong Shanglin sneered in response to Feng Po’s witty remark.
“Hoot, there’s another geek here.”
“Again? Who is that?”
Then, a face flashes into Nan Gongsanglin’s mind.
Iron Currents.
An eccentric figure who, in addition to his age-defying invulnerability, has vowed that with his help, the Southern Palace can be rebuilt and major swordsmanship restored…….
“Haha, there is such a person.”
With that, Nan Gongsanglin flipped over and patted her stomach.
“I skipped lunch today, and a plate of dumplings won’t be enough.”
Ning Po quickly set the ladder aside and gestured.
“Come on, come on, come on in. I’m going to treat you to some specially delicious dumplings today.”
A smiling Namgung Sanglin followed, stepping inside the shop and taking a seat at a table by the window.
After a while.
Meng Po placed a large wooden steamer on the table.
The dumplings are steaming white and smell mouthwatering.
At first glance, it seems like thirty is a lot.
“Isn’t that too much, I only need two plates worth…….”
“I made a few extra as a bonus. You’re a grateful customer for coming back to an otherwise unremarkable store.”
“But…….”
“Heh, heh, it’s okay, just listen, I’m kind of guessing that you came back because you remembered your mother’s dumplings.”
“Oh, you remembered that.”
“Apparently, you have a pretty good memory for this.”
“Hmph. Yes, you’re right, I’ve eaten many dumplings in my life, but only this shop’s dumplings remind me of my mother. Then…… will eat it gratefully.”
As Nangong Shanglin moved her chopsticks and began to pick at the dumplings, Meng Po sat at the table next to her and remained silent, then suddenly asked a question.
“Hmmm, you’ve changed?”
His gaze lingered on the scabbard engraved with a black dragon.
He immediately realized that the sheathed sword was not what he had seen.
“You’ve got a keen eye for detail.”
“Did I ask the wrong thing? I’m not usually the most outgoing person, but…… something about you makes me want to talk to you.”
“No, actually…… I cut ties with a family not long ago and abandoned my sword there.”
“I guess there’s something you can’t tell me.”
“It’s not really a secret, but it’s not something I’m going to go around blabbing about. Ha ha.”
“So, for now, you’ve taken the first step in your journey to a fresh start?”
“Yes. I plan to go to Hunan to live and train for the goal of nothingness.”
“Right, so you’re trying to get into some kind of martial arts.”
“That’s right.”
“From the looks of you, this has nothing to do with Saffa.”
“I’m a little embarrassed that you think so highly of me. It’s a sectarian checkpoint with quite a bit of history and tradition, and I’ve recently been given a big silver by someone I happened to know for some reason…… and then I remembered that he told me to come by anytime I got tired of being eyeballed, so I made it my first stop.”
“Ho ho, may I ask where?”
“That’s…… the White House checkpoint.”
“Huh? White House checkpoint?”
“Yes.”
“That place is already a fallen power, and from what I’ve heard, the Mundo met an unfortunate end, and even the new Mundo has long since stopped visiting…….”
Nangong Shanglin smiled wryly at Feng Po’s unexpected reaction.
“Yes, I know you’re probably wondering, but…… there’s a part of me that believes. It’s like a kind of anticipation that’s hard to explain.”
“Garman, did they just induct a new gatekeeper into the White House?”
“Yes.”
The moment Namgung Sanglin’s head was in his hands, Leng Po realized what was happening.
“I see. It was Xin Wenzhou who gave you the silver you mentioned earlier. Did he see something in you that exceeded your expectations?”
Hana Namgungsanglin was deliberately reserved.
“Hahaha…… kind of like that.”
He couldn’t dare to reveal the big event that had wiped out the Yue Dang Rang members without Chul Ryu Hoon’s permission.
Meanwhile, Ningpo was intrigued.
‘I never thought it would be a White House checkpoint…….’
Namgung Sanglin was a martial artist of necessity.
You can tell by the look in his eyes.
His semi-retrograde realization has given him a middle-aged appearance, but he’s actually over ninety years old, so he’s certainly got the wisdom for it.
One.
I wondered what kind of amazing abilities the new man at the White House Gate, Moon Zhu, had displayed that made him decide to join the ranks of a martial artist like me.
“Hmm…… Yeah, it would be really rude to ask more.
Ning Po gestured with the thought.
“I’ve been fussing too much. Now, make yourself comfortable and finish your meal.”
Nan Gongsanglin smiled slightly, as if to say that it was okay, and then reduced the dumplings in the steamer one by one.
A little time passes.
After finishing the meal, Namgung Sanglin left a coin on the table and said another farewell.
“I ate well. Maybe next time I go there…… I won’t see you for quite some time.”
“Huh huh. Yeah, run hard for your dreams.”
“Thank you.”
Nangong Shanglin bowed curtly and headed out the door of the shop.
Right then.
“True.”
Meng Po interrupted him with a short remark.
“Come to think of it, I don’t know your name yet.”
“Oh, I’m…… Namgung Sanglin.”
Ning Po’s complexion changed upon hearing his opponent’s answer.
“Come on, what if your last name is Namgung……?”
“Yes, that’s right, he’s from Namgungse, which has suffered great changes in the past.”
“Hmph, I see, I guessed you were a bit of an oddball, but…… I didn’t realize you were the son of such a renowned martial artist.”
“It’s past glory, but as long as I’m alive, it will always rise again.”
A gleam of desire shone in Nangong Shanglin’s eyes.
Suddenly, Meng Po saw the face of another person transparently superimposed over his own.
It was then that I realized.
Why was I so excited to see Namgung Sanglin earlier…….
‘Yes, you look alike. I haven’t gotten over you yet.
The face of courtesy was none other than his old student.
-You have nothing more to learn from your master, so stay here in peace. I will now become your new master, and after destroying the Dragon Gate, I will plant the banner of Ma in the land of Zhongyuan, and…… will reign supreme in the world for all eternity!
That was the last time.
The disciple who betrayed him at the time curiously led the entire Kumameng army, which was eventually wiped out along with Longmu Moon.
‘Fool…….’
He was once a martial arts prodigy with a gunslinging stare, just like the Namgung Sanglin in front of him now.
However, he was overwhelmed by his ambition and lost his reason after drinking too much, and he died in vain after the invasion of Yongmu Gate with a large number of soldiers.
After a moment’s consideration of him, Feng Po quickly straightened up, a thin smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Huh……, please don’t lose your initial focus. Then you will surely achieve great things.”
Then Nan Gongsanglin nodded and asked.
“Do you mind if I ask for respect as well?”
“Vigor, you live up to your name.”
“What you just said is…….”
“Sorry, that’s not your real name.”
“Ah…… I see, yes, I understand, we all have things that we don’t want to talk about, so I’ll be sure to stop by if I get a chance. Best regards.”
Namgung Sanglin bowed once more, then turned on his heel and headed outside.
Seated at the table, Ning Po muttered to herself as she watched his backside recede through the window.
‘I don’t know what it is about the White House that has won his heart, but time will tell, and it’s a windfall to have someone like him around…….’
He doesn’t know.
In reality, it’s quite the opposite.
* * *
He’s currently explaining about the West Moon Moon that he spied on earlier.
“He’s a genius of the brute force variety. Not everyone can read my mind, even if it’s only for a moment, so I followed him further and found that he’s even set up a temporary residence on the outskirts of town, out of sight. …….”
“Never mind.”
The abrupt interruption from Chu Liuhui made Su Fei slightly flustered.
“Yes?”
“Never mind.”
“Hao Na’s suspicious behavior suggests that he is plotting something against the angel room…….”
“So.”
“……?”
“If he thinks something’s wrong with me, he’ll show up on the scene one way or another, and we just have to wait.”
“Ah…….”
“A swarm of flies is always going to get tangled.”
With that, Chu Liuhui patted the hilt of his Red Sword.
“Then I’ll swat it with this fly swatter.”
Suddenly, he glanced over at Xue Fei’s face.
“Hmm, maybe it’s the poop knife that’s attracting flies.”
“…….”
Puffy.
Ah, the lava of Salsim rises.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 68 (68 of 552)