Chapter 138

From this phenomenon, Bu Eun-sul realized that he had reached the beginning of the semi-polar core priest hierarchy.
-After reaching the Fourth Level, you can generate a protective body qi that can protect your entire body, such as the Gen Gate Qi.
Recalling the story Blood Gold River had told her, Bu Eunseol gazed into the distant sky.
“The idea that you can armor your body with powerful inherited auras that protect your physical body. But it’s not all-purpose.”
The only thing you can stop with a Hocephalus is an attack from a pseudo-pragmatist.
It can’t defend against sharp weapons like swords and swords.
“If we’re going to stop a weaponized attack, we’re going to have to reach the fifth layer to the point where we can type it…….”
The only time he’s fought a master since joining the Murimon was against the mysterious Masked Man’s disciple, Myung, whom he encountered at the Fado Gate.
Other than that, they hadn’t been attacked by land, so they hadn’t felt the need for a siege machine yet.
“Then let’s sharpen the sword.”
Buunsul closed her eyes again.
He no longer carries a sword, nor does he cultivate the Martial Arts or sword techniques.
I decided that I needed to work on connecting my practice to my martial arts and strengthening my psychic power.
“Yeo Hwan-jin, his true swordsmanship surpasses mine.”
Yeo Hwan-jin’s Yuun Sword Technique, which even the fastest martial artist could not completely avoid.
It was the pinnacle of the sword’s ability to cut through anything, and was a purification of the art of katana, which specialized in defense and counterattack.
“But even such a high martial arts master could not control the mind in the end.”
What Bu Eun-sul recognized with the sword were only some of the habits and habits left behind when Yeo Hwan-jin drew the Yuun Sword.
So, while they can stop Yu Yun’s sword, they can’t do enough to win.
However, Yeo Hwan-jin is embarrassed that her habits have been discovered, and she feels scared and threatened by Bu Eun-sul.
And that leads to impatience, which leads to blindly using a backward recursion without recognizing the right opportunity.
“If he hadn’t felt impatient…… wouldn’t have even had a chance of losing to me in the first place.”
Bu Eun-sul replayed the fight with Yeo Hwan-jin in her mind.
He pondered for a moment, then nodded in realization.
“In the end, it’s not the swordplay that wins or loses, but whose heart is stronger.”
It was a kind of non-sword that Bu Eun-sul sharpened in his mind.
And the art of nunchaku requires an excellent teacher. Because you have to translate what you imagine in your head into the logic of martial arts.
However, Bu Eun-sul was able to hone her sword skills by simply organizing the profound knowledge she gained in battle.
Contemplation and meditation.
It was the kind of swordplay that only masters of the martial arts who had practiced tens of thousands of times.
But Bu Eun-sul has learned the secret to improving his martial arts by simply thinking deeply about the sword and reasoning with it.
“And here we are.”
Another day passed when Buunsul woke up.
You think you’ve just done a little bit of zazen, a little bit of meditation, and then two days have passed.
“Hmm.”
I’m a little thirsty and hungry.
Bu Eun-sul thought about calling for Shibi, who was stationed outside, but then shook her head.
“We’ve been inside too much, let’s get outside.”
This area of Qinyang is as colorful and large as the downtown area of Huangzhou.
Bu Eunseol walked out of the outbuilding and into the Unryeonjeom.
It was lunchtime, and the hundred-plus tables on each floor were packed with customers.
“Welcome, Confucius.”
When he spotted Bu Eunseol, he ran over and bowed his head in greeting.
He had rented out five outbuildings to himself that were reserved for the great and the good, and he was always on the move.
Therefore, all the members of the Unreasonable Guest House worshiped Bu Eun-sul as if she were a deity.
“Would you like me to take you to your usual seat on the third floor?”
Looking into the crowded room, Buunsul’s mouth watered.
The landscape is so densely packed that there’s no room for anything but hustle and bustle.
“No, we’ll just eat in the outbuilding.”
Then he took out a silver coin from his bosom and gave it to Ha Ha.
“Uh-oh, I didn’t even worship Confucius, but…… is fine.”
The young man clapped his hands together, and Bu Eun-sul couldn’t help but smile.
He thought of Black Mark practicing his martial arts alone in the Dongpyo School.
“Take it, for it is given because it wants to be given.”
When Bu Eun-sul held out the silver again, Sahwan bowed his head, almost touching the ground.
“Gah, thank you!”
After leaving the bowed head, Buunseol rejoined the path to the outbuilding.
A woman’s shrill voice rang out from the entrance to the outbuilding.
“Why on earth would you say no?”
Walking with her back pack, Bu Eun-sul arrived at the entrance to the outbuilding, where the Secretary of Unreasonable Guests and a young woman were shouting at her.
“Well. They give you extra money, don’t they?”
Is he just about twenty?
She was a beauty with clear skin and fresh eyes.
From the way she carried herself and the stern look in her eyes, she looked like the only child of a retarded family who always bossed people around.
“That’s why…… money is not the issue.”
Mr. Qin said with a troubled expression, avoiding the woman’s gaze.
“The outhouse of the closed shop (our shop) is full.”
“Full? Are you kidding me, it’s so empty?”
“It’s not empty, it’s just that the customer was away for a while.”
“Don’t lie.”
The woman pointed with her finger and Ami frowned.
“All the guests staying in the five outbuildings all vacated at once? How does that make sense?”
“No, I mean…… Actually, the outbuildings on this property have been rented out by a gentleman for a month now.”
“One person?”
The woman’s brow furrowed in disbelief,
“Mr. Confucius.”
When he spotted Bu Eunseol walking toward him, Chancellor Jin bowed deeply.
“You must have been out of town.”
“Just a quick look around, thanks.”
As Bu Eun-sul stumbled past the governor and went inside, the woman pointed a finger.
“So, is that person…….”
“Yes.”
At Chancellor Qin’s reply, the woman rushed toward Bu Eunseul like a colt on fire.
“Wait!”
“……?”
“Are you the one who rented the whole cottage?”
“Yes.”
Buunsul nodded and turned his head,
‘What is…… this face.’
The woman’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
A half-face, with sunlight peeking through thin hair.
It was breathtaking, like a piece of art that a master craftsman had painstakingly created.
“Do you have something to say?”
The woman shook her head as she came to her senses.
“So…….”
Taking a deep breath, she regained her composure and strained her eyes.
“So you’ve got five outbuildings all to yourself?”
“Sure.”
“Good, because you said you were alone.”
Rather, the woman nodded in relief.
“I’ll write the West Kangwon Temple.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m just saying, I’ll use him for three days from today, and I’m not asking for free, of course.”
She rummaged through her pouch, shook her head, and pulled the slip from her bosom again.
‘A martial artist.
Buunsul’s eyes narrowed at the sword sheathed next to her scabbard.
Normally, a woman would wear a longsword, light and easy to carry. Her sword, however, was wide and engraved with strange patterns.
‘That’s Mado’s…….’
Bu Eun-sul’s eyes narrowed as he realized that the woman’s sword was in the right shape to practice martial arts.
‘I’m pretty sure he’s carrying a bunch of slips and making a cool buck.
“That should be enough to compensate you, right?”
The woman then thrust the slip forward and said.
“Here, take it.”
Looking down at the slip, Buunsul smirked.
“I don’t need it.”
“Is that a small amount? I’ll give you five thousand.”
The woman bit her lip as Bu Eunseol stomped away instead of answering.
“Okay, then man niang!”
Ten thousand yuan is a lot of money to buy a ramshackle manor house in the suburbs.
But alas, her money was in the wrong place.
Boo Eun-sul earned about 800,000 won from her job as a grocer.
Unless you’re buying a treasure or precious object of inestimable value, you could spend a lifetime splurging on it and never use it up.
“That’s enough to rent out all the guest houses in the neighborhood.”
The woman shook her head emphatically at Bu Eun-sul’s words.
“No, I have to use Kangwon Seo.”
Her persistence made him ask why.
“Why?”
“I heard from the old painter, the great master Sammuk, that whenever he came to Jinyang, he always stayed in this outbuilding.”
The woman said with a very serious look on her face.
“I came here on purpose, after a long journey, to stay in Seogangwon, where the traces of Teacher Sammuk remain, do you know what I mean?”
In honor of the owner of the Unreasonable Guest Cup, who had treated him so generously throughout his life, Sammuk left a handwritten note to Seo Kang-won.
It is jokingly said that the Unrae guest cup has become the finest guest cup in Jinyang because of Mr. Sammuk’s secretions left at the villa.
“I’ll be staying for three days to admire Sammuk’s writing, so I hope you’ll cooperate.”
Bu Eun-sul burst out laughing.
As it turns out, this young, immature Moo family member was cruising the scenic route alone.
“I’ll decline.”
Bu Eun-sul rented out the five outbuildings so that he could rest in silence and practice his martial arts and chi kung.
But if she walks in, the peace is immediately shattered.
“Excuse me?”
“I said no.”
“Are you sure…….”
“That’s weird, by the way.”
Bu Eun-sul gave a faint smile.
“You must be the scion of some great family, judging by the money you spend, but you travel alone, without a squire or entourage.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
“If he had a squire, he would have known I was a non-negotiable.”
“Hey!”
“Find out about the other guest houses.”
Bu Eunsul looked at Chancellor Qin and said coldly.
“General Qin. I told you I don’t like hustle and bustle.”
“Sorry.”
After bowing to Bu Eun-sul, Chancellor Qin spoke respectfully to the woman.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
The woman stared at Bu Eun Seol for a while and then reluctantly left.
But the look in her eyes as she left revealed not only resentment, but dogged persistence.
“That’s a headache.
She could feel it in her gut.
The peaceful routine she’d been maintaining was about to be shattered.