Chapter 114

Speed and change don’t go hand in hand.
As the three party masters forced the shadows of the window to increase in order to block Bu Eun-sul’s escape, the weaknesses in the window were slowly being revealed.
“Me, him.
Sensing a loophole, Yakran said in a low voice.
“Watch your head. A counterattack is coming.”
Hearing that, the other two owners were startled and closed the shadows of the window to protect themselves.
But Bu Eun-sul didn’t let that stop her.
‘You shouldn’t use the kwonmachohyeon.
Kwon’s first strike may look like a light punch, but it’s actually a powerful one.
This makes it impossible to sneak through the shadows of a dense lance.
“The beauty of Kwonmachil is not in the number of seconds, but in the control of the power you have already unleashed.
The trick of controlling swordsmanship with weapons is not uncommon in the Martial Arts.
So was the Nongjo Yeonun, the ritual of the Immortal Heavenly Stream, created by Bu Eunseol.
However, the only method of controlling the power that is poured into the body is the Kwonma Chil-Sik in the history of martial arts.
“Let’s give it a try.
The swollen snowflakes in his eyes stretched out slowly.
A normal right hand is cast with the fist.
But Bu Eun-sul’s sphere of influence soared into the sky, and power fell downward, like a giant mountain falling from the sky.
“It’s inevitable.
The three of them, including Yan Lan, were forced to use all their strength to extend their long spears forward to resist the force.
And that was their mistake.
“No?”
Isn’t the power that pours down like a mountain not pushing down the power of the long spear, but rather pulling it forward?
It was like an angry boar rushing forward and tripping over a stone root.
Wudangtang!
The three of them lurched forward with the binge.
“What about that law?
Yanjami’s eyes widened at the sight.
As far as she knows, there is only one other kung fu method in the land that is as subversive and manipulative.
“You mean you were a disciple of openness?
Bu Eun-sul’s kung fu was very similar to the eighty-eight chapters of the Book of the Dragon, which is said to be the pinnacle of foreign martial arts.
“No, it’s not the Hanglongjiang.
All of the herbivores in the Antelope Field are intensely powerful, as if they’re channeling their life force.
But Bu Eun-sul’s fist was like pushing a dime and pulling a penny.
It was clear that this was not an exoteric martial art, but rather a mysterious use of the internal arts.
“Which sect are you a disciple of?
Initially, Yeonjami was confident that the showdown would reveal the full story of Buunseol’s origins.
However, I didn’t expect to have my unidentifiable keiretsu broken so quickly.
In the end, this confrontation further obscured the identity of Bu Eun-sul.
“Well learned.”
When Bu Eun-sul clasped her hands together, the three Tang masters also corrected their posture and bowed.
However, it was quite shabby, with missing spears and dirt and dust.
“You win.”
Yeonsoha said, and Namgungsea smiled and nodded.
“That’s right, the Seals have won.”
“Hmm.”
In an instant, Yan Zami sneered and turned on his heel and walked out the other side.
The Banquet Room in the Villa.
Namgungwoon, still wrapped in bandages, burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha!”
He laughed in his belly for a long time, then looked at his swollen eyes and exclaimed.
“You should have seen the expression on the face of the Yan Palace Lord, big brother Xue, hehehe!”
Laughing like a madman, he gulped down a bottle of ssulguk and wiped his tears.
“When Brother Seol won, the Duke of Yan stood up as if he had been slapped on the ass, and his cheeks were red, as if he had been slapped.”
Taking another gulp of his drink, Namgungun shouted.
“I couldn’t even laugh because my aunt was next to me, so I kept my mouth shut, which only served to make me gag.”
At his joke, the black mark, who was chewing on a shrimp dish next to him, let out a snort.
Namgungwoon’s way of speaking was not only playful, but also harsh, like a corrective.
It’s hard to believe that such a figure was born in the austere, theft-oriented Southern Palace.
“Congratulations, Seol, by the way.”
Nangong Yun suddenly clasped his hands together and laughed hysterically.
“Now that you’re the son-in-law of the Divine Princess, all that’s left for you to do is give up your romantic life and live in a flower garden, hahaha!”
Bu-eun-sul was impressed by Nanggung-woon’s frantic chatter.
“We’ll be leaving for the Redoubt soon.”
“What? What do you mean, you’re leaving?”
Bu Eun-sul drained her glass and said dryly.
“We’ve got the boon, we don’t need more.”
“Does that make sense? If that’s the case, the Goddess of the Goddess Palace will come to the ends of Hell and split Brother Seol’s head in two?”
“I’ve already spoken to the king.”
“You’re done talking?”
Nangongyun’s eyes widened as if he were seeing a ghost, and Buunsul smiled thinly.
“Yes.”
Then he remembered the conversation they’d had in Yeonjami’s office a few hours earlier.
* * *
“So, are you…… really thinking of marrying Soha?”
Yan Zami unconsciously squeezed his sleeve.
He was afraid that if Bu Eun-sul said, “Of course!” he would unwittingly hit him on the head.
But the answer I got was not what I expected at all.
“How can I be the bowman’s assistant?”
“What? What does that mean?”
“Literally.”
Bu Eun-sul spoke her prepared words like a liquidating stream.
“This body has nothing more to ask for than to challenge the reputations of the Divine Nine Palace and the Sword Palace Lord, which have stirred up the martial world.”
“Well, really?”
The Xinyue Palace has possessed vast treasures for generations, and the lord of the small palace, Yan Xiaoha, is considered one of the Three Beauties of Heaven.
But there’s a madman who refuses to be the master’s assistant? Yan Zami couldn’t believe it when he heard the story.
“Are you sure I didn’t mishear that?”
“Yes.”
The corners of Yeonsoha’s eyes widened, and the corners of her mouth caught in her ears.
I’ve been wracking my brain and thinking all night about how to solve this problem. ……
and then it just goes off on its own?
“I’m flattered that you would think so……. Oh, but…….”
Yanjami shook his head as if something had dawned on him.
“Even if that’s what you mean, the bandwagon has already left.”
“What do you mean?”
Yan Zami said with a sullen expression.
“My lord has declared that he will choose the one who will be his servant from those who have pierced the ceiling ten times. This is no secret.”
She slapped her forehead with a pained expression.
“If you don’t keep your word and your promises, you’re tarnishing your reputation and your dignity as a courtier.”
The words of the Lord of the Shinnye Palace, one of the Seven Great Palaces of Murimachi, are like gold.
But if she were to change her tune, she would be laughed at by the warriors.
“Don’t worry.”
But Bu Eun-sul just smiled.
“The king is a man of his word.”
“Hmm? What does that mean?”
“The king’s stipulation is that he will choose one of those who have passed the ten photographs of the ceiling to be his assistant, but will there be any more?”
“But…….”
“That’s all the palace lord promised. He merely gave me the Bo Yuan Divine Spirit.”
Yan Zami looked somewhat understanding, but also dark.
“But isn’t the Bodhisattva Shrine the offering of the one who is to be the bapil?”
“That’s right. That’s all the king needs to change.”
“What does that mean?”
“Isn’t a gift something that can change at any time?”
Bu Eun-sul smiled faintly.
“I understand that there are many other treasures in the Palace of the Goddesses. I don’t think the majesty of the palace would be compromised by a mere change of offerings.”
Yeonjami’s knees slapped together at Buunseol’s words.
“There’s a way to do that!”
She told the archer to choose his favorite figure from the ten pictures on the ceiling. She chose the goddess Bo Wen for her offering.
But what if Bu Eun-sul switches the offering to something other than the Bo Won Shinju she received?
She doesn’t go back on her word, and he doesn’t have to marry her because she gave him the Bo Wen Divine Jewel.
Yan Zami grinned broadly and wrapped her arms around Bu Eunseol’s shoulders.
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.”
“But you risked your life to get through ten pictures of the ceiling, and I’m sorry you got nothing in return.”
Yan Zami smiled.
“Do you need anything? I’ll give you anything I have.”
It was a bargain.
There are immeasurable treasures and wonders to be found in the Shrine of the Goddess. Bringing just one of these to the palace will make you very rich, or make you a rare recruit.
But Dumboonseol shook his head.
“Have you not gained the treasure of the Bodhisattva, and this is enough for you?”
I don’t even know how to make it sound this pretty.
If his personality and background had been stronger, Yeonjami would have captured Bu Eunseol.
‘You’re a great resource, but you can’t be Soha’s backup.
She smirked and nodded.
“Thank you.”
* * *
Boo-eun-sul, who had told the whole story, spoke up.
“This is what happened.”
“Indeed, in that case, the palace lord would not be breaking his word, but.”
Nangongyun shook his head ruefully.
“Isn’t it too much of a loss for you to bump off the son-in-law of the Xinyue Palace in exchange for the Bo Wenxin?”
Bu Eun-sul didn’t say anything, just drank.
“Mr. Confucius.”
Then I heard Sibi’s voice outside.
“You have a visitor.”
“Sir? Is that your aunt?”
Namgungwoon tried to scramble out of the way.
If she realizes that you’re still not healed and that you’ve been drinking, she’s not going to sit still.
Then, with a dull thud, the door opened. And in walked a dazzling beauty in a cotton robe.
Burned.
“Sulsohyo.”
“Archer?”
When Bu Eun-sul looked slightly surprised, she opened her mouth in embarrassment.
“I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute…….”
She looked around the bar and spoke softly.
“Would you mind stepping outside?”
“Okay.”
I walked through the Sinnyeo Palace, shoulder to shoulder with Buunsul.
He stopped burning when he reached the moonlit pond.
For a while, there was silence in the gazebo.
Yeonsoha opened her mouth as a cool breeze whistled past her ears.
“I heard you turned me down.”
Buunsul didn’t say anything.
It was an unspoken affirmation.
“That’s true.”
Nodding, Ye Xiaoha suddenly untied the cotton thread covering her face.
CharaLock.
As the white cotton thread brushed against her cheek, the inside of her sperm suddenly seemed to light up.
“……!”
Swollen eyes squinted.
Not only had he had little interest in women up until this point, but he was also rather dismissive of michu.
He thought that Yongmo was a useless shell of a man because he had spent so much time in the dye house.
But her pretty face changed all that.
“I can see how a courtier would feel.
Why the Sinnyeo Palace Lord installed ten pictures of the most evil ceiling ever.
Who would have wanted such a brilliant boy hero as the archer’s sidekick?
Yeon Soo Ha’s dragoness transcended all human tastes and preferences, and her beauty was so complete that no one could resist her.
“Don’t you like me?”
Bu Eunseol glared at Yeonsoha’s face.
I guarantee you, no buyer will look her in the face and say they don’t like it.
“I don’t think so.”
“So you’re going to take me back?”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t deserve it.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Yan Zhaoge said coldly.
“Okay, let’s change the question.”
After a moment’s pause, she said in a cold voice.
“Why did you challenge yourself to take ten photos of the ceiling?”
“…….”
“Were they targeting the bondholders in the first place?”