Chapter 84

Yu Hualing rushed to Bu Eunseol’s side and said.
“How can you cut a person’s ties so coldly?”
“You’re the one who cut it.”
“No, I mean, how could even the most evil person be so hesitant to…….”
The Yu Hua Spirit muttered lowly, as if he had suddenly remembered something.
“I see……. That’s why the Masters wanted someone like you.”
Shaking his head, Yu Hualing’s expression was very bitter and pained.
“I just wanted to give you some advice. Come with me as scheduled.”
He says the words, but his face says it all.
He was a swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Society, a man of great skill, but unfortunately, his heart was too soft.
“Yu Dae Hyeop.”
Black Mark, who had been watching the scene, said cautiously.
“Don’t do that, just wait a few more days, and you’ll see why Confucius is doing it.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s a tough guy.”
Black Mark spoke carefully, but calmly.
“Surely there will be many more who will seek the sword of Confucius in the future. You don’t think that will happen, do you?”
“Of course.”
“Do you really think so?”
Yuhua nodded vigorously.
“This Sichuan is full of martial artists. This doesn’t happen often.”
“Okay, then you’ll have to make a bet with me.”
“Bet?”
Black nodded.
“If no one comes forward to take the sword in the next few days, I will build a shrine to Ye Zhongxing and mourn for three years.”
“Huh.”
“But if it happens again, please don’t accuse me of being heartless in the future.”
Yu Hua Ling looked at the black mark with new interest.
Even though he thought he was just an indentured servant, he was quite loyal to Bu Eunseul.
“Good.”
Yu Hualing replied confidently.
“I will.”
He was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and his feet were firmly planted in the stronghold. He thought that if he took action, this would never happen again.
But how was I supposed to know?
That swollen tongues inspire a strange hostility in the wicked.
And that when you make eye contact with someone you have enmity with, you have the power to make them fight…….
A few days later, inside the second floor of Seshyangdaru.
Woozik!
The body of Seok-il-gun, the Guhwan sibling, who was trying to steal Bu-eun-sul’s martial sword, smashed the table,
Wazzy String!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bingsalmun’s poisonous water flying at Bueunseol flew through the window.
“…….”
Yu Hualing, who was holding a teacup, watched the scene with wide eyes.
It was the third time.
There are those who would attempt to seize the Mukgum and attempt to assassinate…….
What the hell was going on, the masters who had their eyes on the new sword locked with Boon-Seol’s, and they immediately began to argue.
And then it flies away, bloody, as usual.
“Ugh, ugh.
Looking at him, Yu Hualing put down her teacup and drooped her shoulders.
He, too, left the Heavenly Sword Society and traveled for many years. However, I have never seen anyone who was as contentious as Bu Eun-sul.
“Isn’t this like iron dust in front of a magnet!
It’s as if all the wicked people in Sichuan are following around Buunsun.
‘A man with a divine sword is not uncommon in the army. But why is this happening to him?
In fact, it was because of Buunsul’s magnificent bravery.
Though she is tall, she is much more graceful than most beauties. His skin is pale, and his body lines are thin, making him look more like a well-bred, wealthy boy than a mute.
In short, he’s a man of such grace that even a child would be wary of him. That’s why those who have enmity against him are so bold.
‘I’d rather it was the assholes in Madoh who were trying to get me to do it…….’
Among the people who had attacked Bu Eunsul in the past few days were Ming Hai and Huo Zhi, Jade Sword and Feng Yun Divine Dragon from the Zheng Sect.
In other words, greed for the new sword has proven to be no respecter of persons.
A moment later, the oil painting stared at the pierced window with unfocused eyes,
“What do you think?”
Black Mark smirked.
“Do you still see our Confucius as a cruel man who rains poisonous water for nothing?”
“Hmmm.”
The appeasement spirit had nothing to say.
In Bu Eun-sul’s position, it’s safe to say that it’s rather abnormal not to have poisonous water.
Day and night, countless people are hunting for his life in hopes of stealing the Mukgum Sword. If he didn’t take down the One Hundred Bees, this would happen again and again.
“I’ll admit I was flippant.”
Sighing, the Earthly Spirit cupped her hands around Bu Eunseol’s.
“I apologize to you, too. I’m sorry.”
Bu Eun-sul shook her head as if it was no big deal.
“Never mind.”
It’s late at night.
Perhaps because of the hardships he had endured over the past few days, Yu Hualing fell into a deep sleep as soon as he entered the guest room.
Black Mark was crouching in the corner, reading a copy of the New Law that Bu Eunseol had given him.
“Hmm.”
He looked at the black marks and frowned.
“Don’t be there, read it from the comfort of your table.”
“That’s fine.”
“I’m going to step out for a minute anyway.”
Black Mark closed the book and rose to his feet.
“Are you hungry, do you know of any good joints nearby?”
“I’m going to go get some air.”
Out of the cup, Bueunsul traveled at breakneck speed to reach the roof of the high pavilion.
“I’m going to have to start honing my skills.
In fact, after reading the book, he thought about the logic of the Jana Kana Kung Fu method.
I once wondered if I could incorporate sword techniques into kung fu, even while practicing sword techniques. He once thought to himself, “I wonder if I can incorporate the sword method into the kung fu method even while I’m practicing it?” He had the summaries of the kung fu method etched in his mind like a seal.
Now that there are fewer sword seekers, it’s a good time to try your hand at a little dance.
Green.
Unleashing the Divine Law like a gust of wind, Bu Eun-sul headed into the forest, far from the village.
He found a field of green, leafy bamboo, and in the moonlight, he recalled the secret art of kung fu.
Eek.
Bu Eun-sul, who drew a semicircle, sent out the first blow of the kwonma.
Single Body Hand-Foot Method, Multi-Incapacitating External Sword.
Using your body, hands, and feet is no different than using a sword.
However, kung fu is completely different. It uses unselfconscious kung fu that is not tied to any martial arts theory.
This is because they are confident that they will be able to break the opponent’s opening move before it unfolds.
Shhhh!
As the flurries blew across the region, powerful winds accompanied by the sound of crashing waves.
Occiput.
At the same time, the bamboo in front of him disappeared without a trace. It had been shattered by the power of processing.
“Not this.”
But Bu Eun-sul shook her head in displeasure.
A kung fu fighter must not only be powerful, but also reach the state of nothingness.
In other words, no trace should be left behind.
Shhhh!
He unleashed his kung fu again, and again one of the bamboos shattered.
The winds weren’t blowing as loudly as they had been earlier, but the noise of power still seemed to be a long way off.
“Take your time.
To cultivate the art of kung fu is to reach the highest level of virtue in the sword.
It’s not a quick fix, and it may take a lifetime of practicing to reach a satisfactory level of mastery.
Push.
Then, from somewhere, he heard a subtle sound, a sensation that only a Buunsul who had mastered the Beast Sword could feel.
Shhhh!
Once again, Buunsul’s punch cut through the air.
The power swept through the dozens of bamboo sheets, like a sword chi unleashed at full force.
“That’s a lot of power.”
The man in the bamboo grove didn’t fight back against the power, but flung himself into the air.
Whirligig.
The shadows on the half-sphere spun like a top, dissipating the power.
It was a colorful and exquisite new technique that I hadn’t seen since Bu Eun-sul appeared in Kang Ho.
Chubbun.
The shadow that descended to the ground again was a sturdy, yellow-robed man. He stepped in front of Bu Eunseol and respectfully clasped his hands together.
“Excuse me, I just happened to be walking by and saw you haze.”
It’s a taboo to look at someone else’s unperformed horse. But Sasanha is very dignified and puts his hands together.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to offer this as an apology.”
He held out a single golden flower from his leather pouch.
This is the pear leaf that only the elders of the Tang family in Sichuan memorize.
Sichuan’s most famous and common tree is the pear tree.
In Sichuan Tang Dynasty, the flowering leaves of this pear tree were used as a symbol of divinity.
Bu Eun-sul glared at Lee Hwa-su-yeol.
It is of great significance for a master of the Eight Great Families to give a family seal of honor. It is something that can only be given to a family member or close friend.
“I’m Dangon, and you?”
The Yellow Man, Tang Gong, smiled and clasped his hands together.
However, Bu Eun-sul looked down at Lee Hwa-soo-yup with a cold expression.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
“For that one number alone shows how far you have come.”
“Are you saying that if you’re good enough at martial arts, you can hang out with the Tang family?”
“I didn’t mean that. I just had a crush on you.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that I am a fiendish demon or a master of the martial arts?”
Bu Eun-sul looked at him with cold eyes.
If Tang Gong had any animosity toward Bu Eun-sul, that cold gaze would have stirred up anger and murder.
But he rather chuckled.
“Hahaha. Our family is familiar not only with the silk sect, but also with all the schools and sects on the road. It doesn’t matter if you are a master on the road…, if you are a very evil person, you should blame me for having discerning eyes.“
Dangon said with a confident look on his face.
He was a direct descendant of the Eight Great Generations, and not only did he possess exceptional martial arts skills, but he was also quite discerning.
“Will you take it?”
Bu Eunseol looked at Mulberry Dangon.
His eyes sparkled not only with pride, but also with favor.
If you accept this, there will be no one in Sichuan who can touch you. And you will have made a friend for the first time on your journey.
-The winds of the mighty are rough. Trust no one and…… be careful.
Suddenly, I remembered the last words of Mr. and Mrs. Gong.
They belonged to the same organization, but eventually became enemies who took each other’s lives.
“Hmm.”
The low, silent Bu Eun-sul shook her head.
Flick.
Then he tossed the leaves back to Dangon.
“Is this Tang mother unworthy to be your friend?”
Looking at Tang Gong’s hardened face, Bu Eun-Seol shook her head, her eyes dry.
“There is no need for friendship in the Murim.”
“Why.”
“Because you never know when you’ll be pointing a sword at each other.”
At Bu Eun-sul’s words, Dangon seems to ponder something, and then he lets out a deep sigh.
“That could be it.”
Even in the current ruling family, blood relatives were fighting for the position of family head.
In the Murim, even the most plausible friendship can turn into an enemy whenever it is against your interests.
“But you have every right to ask for your name.”
“Swollen Tongue.”
Bu Eun-sul spoke briefly, and Tang Gong made an ahh sound.
“So you’re the winner of the dongpyo book and the political competition, the new kid on the block.”
Bu Eun-sul turned away without answering.
“But you must know this.”
Dangon said with a thin smile.
“Powerhouses have friends who would give their lives for each other.”
“I’ll take note.”
Bu Eunseol and Tang Gong turned to each other.
But the two men’s faces were wreathed in thin smiles, as if they had made a promise.