Chapter 86

After laughing for a while, he looked at Wu Hak and said confidently.
“The intelligence organization of the Heavenly Sword Council is disappointing.”
“What?”
“Well, I don’t blame you for not knowing his true colors, but you really need to reorganize your information organization.”
Bu Eun-sul looked down at Wu Hak with cold eyes.
“His true colors and evil deeds have been revealed to all. When are you talking about the enemy?”
“This guy is full of shit.”
“Try again.”
“Hmm, I don’t even have to look it up. From the way you’re talking, I’m pretty sure you’re a…….”
Bu Eun-sul coldly cut off Wu Hak’s words.
“Don’t you realize that if you hit someone without checking them out, you’re a wicked man who killed an innocent man?”
At that, Wu Hak was silent, not knowing what to say.
“You are…….”
“Good.”
At that moment, Seoksong, who was standing at the altar, laughed at the absurdity of it all.
“When you say something like that, you’re prepared for it, right?”
“You don’t have to make a commitment.”
Bu Eun-sul said sheepishly.
“Get someone to look into it right now. If the Heavenly Sword Society has what you might call an intelligence organization, I’m sure we can find evidence of his misdeeds.”
“What?”
At that moment, an unmasked middle-aged man came stumbling through the opening in the altar.
He was probably a member of the Heavenly Sword Society.
“What he says is true.”
“What?”
When Shi Song and Wu Hak were greatly surprised, the middle-aged man scratched his head and said.
“As of yesterday, the evil deeds of ‘he’ have spread to the intelligence organizations of the entire warband.”
The middle-aged man continued to say something in a low voice to Su Song and Wu Hak.
As she looked at him, Bu Eunseol smiled thinly behind her mask.
-I have a favor to ask.
Before he left Dongpyo Seorang, he asked one favor of the lord of the lanterns, Dao Ming.
He was asked to find evidence of the evils of the posterization and disseminate it to intelligence organizations around the country.
We should continue to emphasize the importance of snowmaking.
He knew that if he continued to be accused of killing Myeonghyup of the political faction, he would be severely hampered.
“Mmm.”
After listening to the middle-aged man for a while, Su Song and Wu Hak looked at each other.
-Even if this is false, we shouldn’t deal with him now.
It was because of Bu Eun-sul’s words.
What if you kill someone without doing your homework and it turns out he’s innocent?
They become the “evil” they say they are, the ones who killed the innocent Yang people.
“The truth will come out later.”
When Woohak was silenced, he narrowed his eyes.
“Let’s not take action against you right now.”
“Hold on to your anxiety.”
Bu Eun-sul said dourly.
“Soon, rumors of his crimes and fornication will be spreading throughout the entire army, not just the intelligence community.”
For Dong Pyo Seorang, who is paid to do dangerous work, intelligence is his lifeblood.
Since the information is endorsed by Dongpyo Seorangju, the word will spread quickly.
“If this turns out to be false, there’s no place for you to stand.”
“No such thing.”
At Bu Eun-sul’s firm words, Woo-hak spoke again.
“Then let’s get started with the test.”
Kukung.
Then, in the middle of a large clearing, a square-shaped wall came up.
And on the surface of the wall was a painting.
“Your first test is to figure out the irrational number hidden in this picture.”
The drawings on the walls were bizarre and even colored.
A woman fights a tiger with a dagger in front of a cliff in the snowy mountains.
The tiger lunges with razor-sharp nails and teeth bared, while the woman holds three daggers in one hand, stabbing the tiger in the neck, chest, and lower abdomen.
“When you have discovered the hidden martial art, enter the door behind this altar. Elder Seok there will judge whether or not you can pass.”
Wu Hak spoke again.
“Time is a ticking clock. If you can’t find the martial arts formula hidden in the picture, you’re out.”
At Seoksong’s shout, the martial artists in the clearing rushed toward the wall.
“Twin swords are common in the martial arts, but no one wields three.
Standing at a distance, Buunsul frowned at the paintings on the wall.
There was another oddity.
The tiger’s ferocious face was drawn, but the woman’s face was blank.
It was clear that the facial lines were not intentionally drawn, as they were very sharp.
‘No matter how fierce and brave a tiger is, it cannot defeat a martial artist with a sword. But…….’
The face is not drawn, but based on the woman’s posture, she appears to be panicked and overwhelmed.
“No big deal.”
At that moment, the person looking at the painting turned and moved to the next room.
It was Dangon in a fox mask.
-Did you just discover a hidden math formula in a painting?
Pushing past the milling crowd, he entered the doorway above the altar.
There was a moment of silence, and then a thick, gravelly voice rang out.
“Passed.”
Most of the martial artists in the clearing were greatly perplexed, and a few stamped their feet in panic.
“Oh, I see!”
The rat-masked one seemed to realize something, too, and quickly climbed through the door behind the altar.
But a moment later, the solemn voice of Seoksong came through.
“Wrong.”
The door opened again and a man in a rat mask stepped out, scratching his head.
Woohak, seeing that, reached out his hand toward the exit.
“You’re out.”
“What?”
The rat-masked man raised his voice sharply in embarrassment.
“Didn’t you tell us to figure it out in one attempt? I didn’t hear you say we were eliminated for being wrong.”
“If you’re fighting an enemy, and the first round fails, is that the end of it?”
Wu Hak said with a solemn expression.
“In real life, a bad move could cost you your life. You mean to tell me you didn’t realize that when you looked at this picture?”
The rat masked man stammered.
“I just said that there is a hidden martial art tree…….”
“This test is just like the real thing. You can’t make too many mistakes.”
Wu Hak’s voice was stern.
If you think about it, you’re not fighting against other competitors, but it’s a competition.
Mistakes are unacceptable. When Sana heard that it was Han Shijin, she was in a hurry and made a mistake.
“I see.”
The rat-masked man shuddered slightly and scurried out the doorway.
“Hmm.
Whether she realized it or not, Bu Eun-sul was in a trance looking at the pictures on the wall.
‘Well, he’d be the first to know.’
Like Tangon, Bu Eun-sul has already found the martial arts hidden in the painting.
The illustration does not depict a woman holding three daggers, but rather a woman scattering memorization in three different directions.
‘I can throw three memorized throws with one hand at the same time…….’
There are plenty of people who can throw dozens of memorizations in a hand, but few who can throw different ones in a single hand.
“That’s how the tiger got into that pose, and that’s the trick of rote learning.
The tiger’s face and lower body were curved in different directions.
It refers to a dharma text that looks like it’s dynamically charging, but actually throws memorization in different directions.
“Pass.”
Meanwhile, a dozen masters passed through to the next stone room.
Bu Eun-sul had already identified the mugong herb, but hadn’t put it to the test. Something was not quite right.
“I think there’s something missing from the picture.
I feel an unexplained sense of discomfort.
The feeling didn’t go away, so he continued to stare at the painting. By now, there were only four people left in the empty clearing, including him.
The other three were looking at the picture in a cold sweat, not sure if they had a clue.
“Not a great description.
Woohak looked at Bu Eunseol and shook his head.
I had a pretty good airway at first glance, but I struggled with consistency.
“Now we have a tip.”
Wu Hak’s words startled the three challengers, and they scrambled up to the examination table behind the altar.
But Bu Eun-sul was still lazily looking at the painting.
“Hmmm.
The more I look at the picture, the more I realize that there’s something strange about it.
Running into a tiger on a snowy mountain in the middle of winter, especially on a sheer cliff, is a probabilistic impossibility.
“It was.
A few tiny eyes popped out from under the woman’s feet as she dodged a tiger’s leap.
It could be seen as a look to express dynamism, but to Bu Eun-sul’s eyes, it looked like a very exquisite defense.
‘If I were to walk in that defense and perform a rote move…….’
A trick for cramming three memorizations into a single second. And how to move with it.
In his mind’s eye, Bu Eun-Seol practiced both martial arts at the same time.
‘This is…….’
Realizing something, Bu Eun-sul finally entered the test tube, which was lit by torches instead of oil lamps, and where Seoksong stood in a solemn posture.
“Can you tell what the mugong in the picture is?”
“It’s the first law of the land.”
“Right-handed?”
At his unexpected answer, a glow shone from his eyes.
“Can you see which stroke it is?”
Nodding her head, Bu Eun-sul revealed the memorization technique and the bo method hidden in the painting.
Flick.
His fists turned into three shadows as he extended them, slicing through the air.
The combination of memorization and complementary techniques resulted in a surprisingly complex art.
“I see.”
Su Song nodded.
“Passed.”
Bu Eun-sul lightly clasped her hands together and walked past the test tube.
“Wait.”
Then Seoksong asked Buunsul.
“How did you know there were two moohaks in the picture?”
“What do you mean?”
“We gave you a finite amount of time, one shijin. And we told you to find the martial arts in the painting.”
Su Song narrowed his eyes.
“If you have competitors and you’re asked to find something in a time limit……, everyone is going to find the one thing they can find the fastest. It’s human nature.”
After a pause, he asked in a low voice.
“How did you find the two martial arts?”
“You didn’t say that martial arts is one thing, did you?”
“Does it make you impatient?”
“I told you to solve it in time, I didn’t say it was first come, first served.”
Bu Eun-sul said with a nonchalant expression.
“I just did the best I could find in the time I had.”
It was a simple answer, but there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.
He realizes that Boonseol has eyes that see through to the essence.
“Most of the people who have passed so far have figured out one rote trick and used it to pass.”
Stone Song smiled thinly.
“Some great masters have recognized even the kata. But no one has ever merged the two martial arts into a single art like you.”
Seoksong looked at Buunseol and nodded.
“Let’s look forward to the next gateway.”
“Okay.”
Buunsul nodded, unperturbed by Stone Song’s heated glare, and moved on to the next gateway.
“You have a very cold personality, which is good, but it also creates a lot of enemies.”
Su Song’s mouth watered.
He knew at a glance that the snow was the best of all the ingredients gathered here.
However, their personalities can be heartless and seemingly cold. They are loners, and often find themselves alone in their power, unable to socialize.
“This sangha was created by a group of masters who were tired of practicing hard.”
The Murim is a place where no one can survive alone. With that perspective, Su Song felt a bit sorry for Bu Eun-sul.
“You’re greedy for nothing.”
We’re not in a position to say anything about the nature of the description.
You must kill ‘him’ in order to find the technique that will allow you to master the sword art created by the Heavenly Sword Society.