Chapter 95

The Poisonous Spirit Sword Kung Fu is not a poisonous kung fu, but a kung fu that accepts all the extreme poisons of the Tang Family, and is polarized to the Five Poisonous Sword Kung Fu mastered by Tang Bi.
Tang Bi’s eyes glazed over as Tang Gong leisurely threw the nong at him.
“You’re…….”
“That’s loud. If you’re done, let’s go.”
At that moment, Buunseol pointed at Tang Bi and flicked her ear.
“All that screaming is hurting my ears.”
“You, you are…….”
“I’m sorry, my second brother’s voice is a little loud.”
Tang Kon ignored Tang Bi and smirked at Bu Eun-sul. Then he clasped his hands in front of Tang Ling and Ganyu.
“Let’s go back then.”
“Dangon, you’ve finally lost your mind!”
Tang Bi reached into the memorization pouch at her waist.
“You’ll be ready!”
“Second brother, no, second brother.”
At that moment, a cipher-like light flashed in Dangon’s eyes.
“I am entering the Bidong at the behest of my lord, do you understand?”
“What? Do you understand? Who are you talking to…….”
“If you say one more word, I will not go to Bidong, but I will report this situation directly to the patriarch, and I will tell him that my second brother is violating the patriarch’s command and blocking me.”
“Hoo, woohoohoo!”
After a moment’s puzzlement, Dangbi chuckled sheepishly.
“Are you trying to tell my father that you’re going to snitch on him, you little shit…….”
“Brother, let’s go, then.”
Tang Kon neatly ignored Tang Bi’s provocation and clasped his hands in front of Tang Ling and Gamgok.
He walked away, shoulder to shoulder with Bu Eun-sul.
“I’ll be back in four days. When I do, have a drink with a crooked nose.”
“Sure.”
“Hahaha! I’ll have to unpack all the sword namchuns soaked in the Qingyang Shaolin Temple’s liquor storehouse with my family’s vision.”
Tang Bi shuddered as she watched Bu Eun-sul and Tang Geon leave with a chuckle.
“That…… bastard, how dare you!”
Then, as if on cue, he smiled wickedly and nodded.
“Hmph. Okay. Let’s see.”
Then he disappeared into the other side of the room, never looking back.
Once Tang Bi was gone, the murderous atmosphere completely disappeared.
Ganyu, who had been standing with Tang Ling, looked at the departing Tang Clan and smirked.
“Heh, heh, heh. You’ve changed a lot since the Third Confucius went through the winds and waves in the River Lake.”
In the past, Dangon had a soft and gentle demeanor that anyone would call a favor.
But to ignore the damned Dangbee, and not anyone else, was completely unthinkable for the old Dangon.
“That’s right.”
Tang Ling nodded and narrowed his eyes.
“You’ve changed completely. ”
Tang Ling sighed deeply as she watched him leave.
He had hoped that Tangon would be big enough to stop Tang Bi, but now he’s suddenly gone from Imoogi to sleeping dragon, threatening his own position.
“The author is the reason for the change.
As he watched the back of Buunsul’s head as she walked beside him, a glint of madness poured from Tang Ling’s eyes.
A late night with a full moon.
Tang Ling stood outside the window, admiring the moonlight illuminating the dark night sky.
Beside him stood a woman in ragged clothes with her hair pulled up in a bun.
He was Tang Xilin, master of the Tang Ling’s guards and the Poisonous Wind Band.
“I think it’s time to make a choice.”
Tang Ling took a sip of the tea on the table.
He had suffered from asthma since childhood, and as he grew older, he developed a severe coughing seasickness.
As a martial artist, you are born with a fatal limitation: you must have exceptional physical strength and cardiorespiratory endurance.
Despite his physical weakness, Tang Ling was highly intelligent and clever, which is why he preferred reading books to practicing martial arts from a young age.
By the time he was ten years old, his scholarship had been praised by the famous and well-connected University Master Wen Yanquan…….
Tang Ling was the first of the Sichuan Tang family to make a name for himself as a scholar, rather than as an unknown.
“Do you want to have a drink with the second one, or do you want to have a drink with him?”
Tang Ling muttered in a low voice, and Tang Xuerin, who was standing politely behind him, spoke softly.
“Surely you should have a drink with the second Confucius.”
“Why?”
“The second Confucius is gnashing his teeth at a man named Bu Eun-sul. If you meet the second Confucius and provoke him enough, you will both self-destruct.”
“You want me to unfold the carnage meter? Hoo hoo hoo, that’s not bad either.”
Tang Ling swallowed the tea in his mouth and smiled thinly.
“But I have a better plan than to borrow another man’s sword to kill another man.”
“What is that?”
“I will take the enemy’s sharp sword and make it my own.”
Tang Ling’s mouth curled into a smile as he looked at Tang Xiu Lin.
The smile was innocent, but it also looked like the evil smile of a child who can’t decide between right and wrong.
* * *
Jumbled.
Bu Eun-sul was being escorted by a young martial artist to the great gates of the Tang family’s inner courtyard.
Profit.
The red-painted gates slowly opened and a young martial artist politely extended his hand.
“Here, this way.”
As we walked through the gates and entered the compound, we were greeted with a completely different scene from the outside.
“That’s different.
His eyes widened as he looked around.
The pavilions in the outer courtyard, where Bu-eun-sul is staying, are built in the same majestic style as the saint’s scenic spots.
But the buildings in the inner sanctuary were built in an ornate and luxurious style, as if they were meant for royalty.
“You can climb up here.”
Finally, the man stopped at a hut with a panoramic view in all directions.
When Buunsul climbed up to the top of the hut, he found a liquor store.
A man with eyes like a phoenix sat in front of a large table with all sorts of delicacies on it. It was Tang Ling.
“Thank you for your gracious response to our short notice invitation.”
Tang Ling stood up and respectfully clasped his hands together, and Bu Eun-sul bowed lightly.
“You’re welcome.”
Bu Eun-sul had come to the Sichuan Tang Family, but hadn’t even seen the doctor.
Moreover, Tang Ling is a central figure in the succession battle.
He is determined to help Tang Gong, so he asks for a drink with Tang Ling, even though he is unable to get one.
I didn’t dare ask, but I was hoping for it.
“Please have a seat.”
The liquor that Tang Ling prepared was not Sichuan’s famous gum namchun, but Yihua liquor, which was soaked by Tang’s masters.
What was unusual was that the drinking vessel on the table was not a typical goblet, but a goblet carved from a large piece of jade.
‘What an extravagant goblet.
Tang Ling smiled lowly when he noticed Bu Eunseol’s gaze fixed on the jade cup.
“The blue color of the jade goblet adds to the fragrance of the Ewha state.”
When Bu Eun-sul took her seat, Tang Ling poured a full glass of Ehwaju into a jade cup that was set out for her.
“Here, let’s have a drink.”
Gulp.
Bueunseol’s eyes widened as he gulped down the jade goblet of hwaju.
He’s had his fair share of liquors along the way. But Tang Ling’s Yihuaju was by far the best he had ever tasted.
“Hahaha. Seeing how surprised Mr. Bu looked, I guess I did the right thing in bringing this out.”
Noticing Bu Eun-sul’s surprised expression, Tang Ling smiled with satisfaction.
“This is a hundred-year-old brew that I have prepared to drink once I am confirmed as your heir.”
“Hwaseongju is a hundred years old.”
Bu Eun-sul set down her drink and smiled in a strange way.
“How can you treat yourself to such a precious drink?”
“Hahaha, if you’re going to have a drink with a great man like Bu Shaohua, why waste a thousand years of Yihua?”
Tang Ling chuckled and refilled his glass.
“Here, have a drink, we’ll talk after you’ve had three more.”
The hundred-year-old Ewha liquor was as poisonous as its aroma.
The deeply hollowed-out Bu Eun-sul didn’t change much, but Tang Ling, who was weaker, gulped down the liquor one after another, her face slightly flushed.
“Voussoir. I’ve always understood that people with your kind of personality don’t like to talk back. Is that correct?”
Tang Ling’s eyes narrowed as Bu Eunsul nodded dubiously.
“Then let’s be honest.”
Taking a light sip of his drink, Tang Ling looked directly into Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“I want to be your friend, too.”
Hearing that, Bu Eun-sul’s brow furrowed.
I want to be your friend. It doesn’t mean that they want to make friends.
It’s a suggestion that he betray Dangon and attach himself to him.
“I don’t think we’re old enough to be friends.”
“Hahaha. There are many people in the Murim who make friends across the ages. Isn’t there a term for that?”
Bu Eun-sul gazed at the transparent Ehwa-joo in her jade goblet and said, “I’m sorry.
“I am but a wanderer of the mighty.”
“You are a rare human dragon in our time. Although this body is only the first Confucius of our gate, it will not be insufficient for me to share fellowship with you.”
“Hmm.”
I don’t like to talk in circles.
Still, it was a nice gesture of goodwill on his part.
But I couldn’t be polite anymore with such a face-forfeiture and persistence.
“I do not associate with those who hide their true selves.”
Tang Ling smiled at the cold rejection.
“The beast always hides its claws.”
He glared into Buunsul’s eyes.
“Like you.”
-You and I are kindred spirits.
Tang Ling’s eyes seemed to say.
But Bu Eun-sul once again cut him off coldly.
“I’ll decline.”
“…….”
Tang Ling shifted her gaze from Bu Eun-sul to her own drink for a moment.
Still with a friendly smile on his face.
“Do you think the third will be a cowherd?”
After a long silence, Tang Ling spoke again.
“To be honest, the odds of that child becoming a cattleman are less than the cost of sugar.”
Tang Ling said with a confident expression.
“You’re an intelligent man, so I’m sure you know what it’s like to be in a relationship with a would-be cattleman.”
-I will be the cowherd of the gate. And by associating with me, you will gain much.
This is what the party line is saying.
“You’re mistaken.”
Bu Eun-sul gave an uncharacteristically thin smile.
“Do you think I’m dating Dangon because I think he’s going to be a soga master?”
Tang Ling couldn’t help but wipe the smile off his face when he saw Bu Eunseol’s thin smile.
“Okay, then I’ll make you another offer.”
After wiping the smile off his face, Tang Ling turned serious.
“After today, you must leave your home. If you leave quietly, I will reward you accordingly.”
“Reward?”
“If you ask for money, I’ll give you money, and if you want recruits, I’ll open the armory of the main house.”
I’ll give you what you want, just as long as you leave the danga.
It’s an unconventional arrangement, with nothing to lose for her. Still, nothing changed on her face.
“Don’t believe me?”
“I believe it.”
Tang Ling is the first son of Tang Fei, and he has many followers.
You will be able to take out or keep any amount of weapons or money within the gate.
“Will you leave then?”
“I’ll have to decline that one.”
There’s nothing more to listen to and no reason to sit down.
Putting down her drink, Buunsul slowly rose from her seat.
“You drank well.”
And without hesitation, he turned around.
“Ha.”
He let out a low, deep sigh.
“I didn’t want to make enemies with you.”
Tang Ling clicked her tongue in pity, as if she had broken a piece of usable porcelain.
“In a month, my father will decide on the cow price.”
Halt.
As Bu Eun-sul turned around, Tang Ling spoke in a playful voice.
“But she’s not the kind of kid who’s going to wait until that time, if you know what I mean.”
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
Turning her head, Buunsul revealed her white teeth and smiled like never before.
“That sounds like fun.”
Then he turned and slowly made his way back down the hill.
Shrug.
The jade cup in Tang Ling’s smiling hand shattered as Bu Eun-sul’s figure completely disappeared.
“You’re a confident man.”
Tang Ling’s eyes sharpened to the point of a knife as he held out the powdered jade cup.
“But home is not a place a drifter like you can afford.”
His eyes, which were low, were filled with a life in them that had never been seen before.
“Bu Eun-sul, you will eventually die here.”