Chapter 112

Black Mark’s large eyes flashed, and Sibi lowered his head in fear.
“Well, I need to get back to work quickly.”
“No, wait a minute, Mr. Sibby!”
Despite Black Mark’s protests, Sibi turned and fled out of the Zahavidong.
“Mr. Confucius.”
Beads of sweat beaded on Black Mark’s forehead as he looked at Buunseol.
“According to that Shibi, it seems that Confucius is betrothed to the Lady of the New Palace.”
“I heard that.”
Bu Eun-sul was calm in an unexpected situation.
“I’ll have to find out exactly what happened first.”
Outside of the Jiahabi Pavilion, Bu Eun-sul once again asked Shibi of the Xinxia Palace for more details about the Bo Yuan Goddess.
-The lord of the palace said that the man who would be the father-in-law of the small palace must have great wisdom and martial prowess, so I made the ceiling ten pictures.
-The Bodhisattva gave the Bodhisattva to the Lord of the Sword and told him to choose his favorite hero from the ten pictures on the ceiling.
-Until two years ago, not only the minor palace masters of the Seven Great Palaces, but also the heirs of the famous sects had flocked to the main palace, but none of them had passed.
Bu Eun-sul finally understood the whole situation.
In a nutshell, the Ceiling Ten is a test gate created to match the Sagittarius with a suitable mate.
The Bo Won Shinju was a gift given to choose a favorite among those who passed the examination.
“I think we’ve fallen victim to a watered-down ploy.”
For the first time, Buunsul realized she had made a big mistake.
When I was in the Gusal, I always gathered a lot of information before taking action, no matter how small the mission.
But for now, I just wanted to get a quick fight with Zheng Chen, so I didn’t do my homework.
This was a big mistake on Buunsul’s part.
“What do we do now?”
At Black Mark’s question, Bu Eunseol looked toward the path outside of the Sinnyeo Palace.
And I narrowed my eyes.
Thirty-six years old. This is the first time he’s decided to run away since he arrived in the Martial Forest.
But even his bravest resolutions fell short.
Before Boo-eun-sul can move, Namgung-sea, dressed in a colorful blue robe, approaches from the other side.
“There you are.”
Sarcasm.
And behind her, a woman in white was walking this way with her maidservants.
“Are you the author?”
Suddenly, a beautiful middle-aged woman with cloud-like hair stood beside Namgungsea.
Her entire body, clad in a white robe as white as snow, exuded a noble and solemn aura, like a white plum blossom.
Facing the middle-aged woman, Bu Eun-sul recognized her identity at a glance.
“Sinnyeo Gungju?
For the prayer that flows from his whole body is extraordinary, and his eyes bear a striking resemblance to the pupils of the archer we saw earlier.
“Sulsohyo.”
Namgungsea approached Bu Eunseol and pointed to the middle-aged woman.
“You are the Lord of the Palace. I bow to you.”
The goddess of the palace, Yanci Mei.
A courtier of the Divine Lady’s Palace who not only excelled in martial arts, but also achieved unrivaled cultivation had finally emerged.
“Nangyin, Shu Shou greet the king.”
But Bu Eun-sul did not bow her head, but only bowed deeply.
Namgungsea was taken aback by the sight, but Yeonjami coldly held out her hand.
“That’s it.”
She looked at Buunseol and frowned at Ami.
“You mean you’ve passed the ceiling ten pictures?”
“Yes.”
Yan Zami looked at Bu Eunseol’s stiff answer with disdain, then turned to Namgungsea with a slightly angry glare.
“Where is Soha.”
“I’m resting at my place.”
“Hmm.”
She looked at Bu Eun-sul and said coldly.
“Let’s move the conversation.”
Bu Eunseol followed Namgungsea’s lead and took a seat in front of the pavilion at the villa on the outskirts of the Sinnyeo Palace.
The garden was beautiful and sunny, with vaporizing plants in bloom and a small pond in front of it.
“…….”
Inside the pavilion, Bu Eun-sul and Yeonjami, the Sinnyeo Palace Master, sat opposite each other.
There was a cup of fragrant tea on the table, but Bu Eun-sul was staring straight ahead, not even making eye contact.
“Where’s the serpent?”
After a long silence, Yeonjami spoke the first words.
“Due to the circumstances, we can’t say.”
It’s not uncommon for people to hide their origins in the Murim.
But she was not pleased, and opened her mouth again.
“I heard you were good at kung fu?”
“Yes.”
Judging by the sharp, tight tone of his voice, he seemed to be unhappy that Bu Eun-sul was even using kwon-yeol.
“You’re living a romantic life?”
“Yes.”
Taking a sip of tea, Yeonjami muttered in a low voice.
“You must not be a very good monk to have your student have a love affair.”
Hearing that, Buunsul’s expression changed slightly.
It wasn’t out of anger.
From this trap, which I thought was impossible to escape, I came up with a plan to get out.
“The king doesn’t like me in the first place, which makes my job easy.
With her mind racing to this point, Bu Eun-sul relaxed and regained some of her composure.
“Where did you hear about Bo Wenxinzhu?”
At Salmon’s question, Buunsul’s head began to spin rapidly.
“If you speak of the work of the Red Tent, you will incur her wrath.
Sinnyeokgung is said to have made a name for itself as a true palace, but it’s only one of the seven great palaces of Murimchilbae.
As a court lady, Yan Zami is a female intermediate master who rivals the best of the best. If she were to use her hands in anger, it would be more than Bu Eunseol could handle.
“I found out about it by accident.”
“By chance? Be precise.”
“There’s a lot of high-level information circulating in Nangyin Market, and I was lucky enough to hear about Bo Yuan Xinzhu from an old man selling information.”
“Hmm.”
That’s a strange explanation. Frowning slightly, Yan Zami spoke again.
“Xiao Ha was unwell as a child and was always confined to the palace, so he is like an innocent child who does not yet know the ways of the world.”
“I see.”
“That’s why I put up ten pictures of the ceiling. At the very least, to find him a match.”
Taking a sip of her tea, she said coldly.
“And if any of those who passed the ten photographs of the ceiling appealed to him, he was to give him a boon.”
Yan Zami, who had been staring at Bu Eunseol’s face, which had been blurred by the transformation, frowned once more.
“But that was only the prince’s idea. It was not Soha’s idea.”
She paused for a moment, then opened her lips again.
“I heard that you broke through the Qin Laws by moving the ceilings using your inner energy. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, but that’s hardly a demonstration of martial arts skill.”
I felt like I knew what she was talking about without having to listen to her anymore.
The flounder is being forced.
“Thank God, thank God, thank God.
Buunseol became even more pleased as Yanjami’s eyes grew grim.
After all, the marriage wouldn’t be finalized without the palace lord’s permission.
“The king must not like me.”
I took a sip of my tea, my swollen tongue having regained all its strength.
Yan Zami laughed coldly and shook his head.
“Don’t worry. I’m not a man of two minds. I’m just saying that…… hasn’t proven his martial arts skills.”
The look in Bu Eun-sul’s eyes reminded him of Yi Chae.
‘I see now that you want something else from me.
“What can I do?”
In response to Buunseol’s question, Yeonjami said quickly.
“Would you be willing to compete with the palace’s hymnography?”
“Alphabetization?”
“One of the palace’s martial arts. It is practiced by the three masters of the Crystal, Spirit, and Purple Houses.”
“You mean to tell me that the three of us shared the martial arts training?”
“No, it’s not, it’s a three-person dance.”
Bu Eun-sul had never experienced the martial arts of the Xin Nian Palace before.
And when I heard that it was a three-person spear method, my mouth watered like a delicious meal in front of me.
“You’re telling me to compete with them.”
“Right. Not to teach you to win or lose, of course, but just to prove your martial arts skills…….”
“I will.”
Bu Eun-sul replied without hesitation, and a sweet smile crossed Yan Zami’s lips.
“Really.”
As she looked at the salmon, a smile appeared on her face.
“Gladly.”
* * *
Inside the Temple of the Goddess of Medicine.
In the center of the room was a transparent bed, and on it was Namgungun, sitting reclining with dense acupuncture needles all over his body.
“No, where in the world is there such a law, Bimura?”
When he heard Bu Eunseol and Black Mark standing across from him, he jumped to his feet and shouted.
“We passed a truth law and now we want you to do nothing…… Isn’t this completely unreasonable?”
He jumped, and the spit that had clung to his body bounced outward.
Just then, an old woman who had been making up the bed in the distance walked up to him with a grunt.
“You son of a bitch, how many times do you make me put the needle back in my mouth!”
“Oh, right. I’m sorry.”
“Now, if you make another move, I will never let go of the mixed gold needle!”
The old woman grunted and stuck a golden needle into Namgungun, who sat back down.
Then Namgungun didn’t move, only his snout moved cautiously.
“Sull brother. Stop it. I’ll just take this spanking and go to my aunt right away.”
Black Mark shook his head at him, saliva splattered and excited.
“My lord, you can stay.”
“No, you mean you’re not worried?”
“That’s why our Confucius originally…… likes to fight.”
“What? You like to fight?”
Nangongyun rolled his eyes and looked up at Buunsun.
The faint smirk on his face suggests that he’s not kidding.
“Hmm?”
Namgungun’s eyes widened when he noticed a round disk wrapped around Black Mark’s wrist.
“Huh? Isn’t that the Tang family’s memorization, the blood circle?”
At Nangongyun’s question, Black Mark quickly rolled up his sleeves and shrugged.
“I see you know.”
“That’s a phrase used by Tang family figures. Were you a Tang family figure?”
“No, the Third Prince taught me this blood ring and the art of wielding it.”
“Third, you mean Dangon?”
“Do you know the third king?”
Nangongyun nodded slightly at Black Mark’s words.
“I’ve seen him a few times when I was younger for Sega meetings. But I never really got to know him because of his quiet personality.”
His eyes narrowed, and he looked at the black mark.
“I’ve heard that you’ve recently become a Sojourner, but…… surely you’re not the same Black Sun Feng who went into the Blood Poison Song with Tang Gong?”
“Black Death?”
“They say there’s a boy who led a group of Tang family masters into the Blood Poison Song with Tangon.”
“Are you saying that’s a rumor?
For a moment, Black Panther was stunned, but then he threw up his hands and walked away.
“No way, I don’t have the skills to do that.”
“By the way, that boy said the new law is really fast, too?”
“Of course not, my lord. I’m not even good at divine law.”
The black marks broke out in a cold sweat.
Rumors, by their very nature, are always noticed late by the parties involved. It’s as if the person whose reputation is diminishing doesn’t feel it.
“But what’s with all the “I” in your name? You should just call me brother too. Hahaha.”
“What? How dare I…….”
“Whatever, we’re going to be hanging around for a while anyway, hahahaha.”
Uncharacteristically for a descendant of the Sega family, Nangong Yun didn’t care much about the distribution of the martial arts or the law.
It suits a temperament like the free-spirited romantic, but not the solemn Sega.
Perhaps it was this unassuming side of him that earned him the title of the rascal of the Southern Palace.
“Then I’ll call you Confucius.”
“If you don’t like it, so be it. Do what you’re comfortable with.”
Namgungwoon puckered his lips in disappointment, and then turned to Bu Eunseol.
“Since it’s come to this, let’s let go of the horse.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened, and Nangongyun smirked.
“Since I’m twenty-one years old this year, I’ll call Xu Xiaohua my elder brother, what do you think?”
“No.”
Nangongyun’s expression hardened slightly.
There are those who reject the blood relatives of the Southern Palace of Heaven.