Chapter 139

Jinyang has a large lake called Unmong Lake.
Here, poets and cruisers who come to enjoy the culture float boats and drink in them.
And Boo-eun-sul also came out of Jinhyangwon, and floated a small boat on Unmong Lake, and was practicing his trade alone.
In my ears, I hear the rowing of the pirates, the sound of drinking, and the playing and singing of the parasites aboard the ship…….
I listen to the sounds mingle in my ears and occasionally catch the moonlight reflecting off the lake.
By now, he’d emptied the entire bottle, but there was no sign of drunkenness, and his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.
‘The purpose of the martial arts is to end the lives of the enemy, one after another. Perhaps that’s where the flaws of the martial arts come from?
When you eat, when you drink, and even when you sleep…….
Bu Eun-sul did not take a single day off from his studies, and the level of martial arts was rapidly increasing.
But is it because he’s been pushing himself and training hard since he came to Murim?
Even when I ate delicious food, even when I had as much money as I do now…… I could not feel any pleasure or joy.
‘Yeo Hwan-jin’s ceremony was no exception to that.
It’s hard to keep track of all the flaws in Mado Budokan.
“My current goal is to stick with the cause anyway.
If you choose to walk the path of the Ten Warriors, it’s inevitable that you’ll run afoul of the Cause.
If they are distracted by unnecessary things, then the Flying Snow may be defeated by them.
‘The number of Causeholders remaining is sixteen……, or perhaps seventeen.’
A lord who lost to Bu Eunseul in the political tournament.
He has a genius sense, but he neglects to cultivate martial arts.
However, human beings are capable of making remarkable progress when enlightened.
What if that defeat had enlightened Ning Zhiyu? Perhaps the Martial Kingdom could have had another powerhouse.
Saaaaaaah.
Just then, a splashing sound came from the water and an ornately decorated ship slowly approached the location of Buunsul’s ship.
“Huh?”
On that boat was a woman who looked very familiar.
It was the woman from Jinhyangwon.
“What a coincidence to see it here!”
A woman with a smile brighter than the moonlight gave Bu Eun-sul a friendly glance.
“This is also a connection, why don’t you grab a drink?”
“You’ve changed your tactics.
Bu Eun-sul smiled bitterly.
Her temper is unrelenting, and now that she’s gotten to know him, she’s almost ready to ask to borrow him.
“There’s plenty of alcohol here.”
Bu Eun-sul was understandably reluctant.
“……!”
Then, in the distance, I saw a large ship cutting through Unmong Lake.
And above them were men in blue robes, looking around with shaped eyes.
They were the masters of the Sect of the South.
“We’ve come this far.
Snowflake’s eyes widened.
Of all the boats on the lake, Bu Eun-sul is the only one who does this.
If we remain silent, we could be in danger of attracting the attention of sharp-eyed sectarians.
“This isn’t just a drink.”
Then the woman’s eyes widened and she said.
“This is a hundred-year-old white herbal liquor that you can’t get for a thousand gold coins, and besides…….”
“Good.”
“What?”
“Let’s get a drink.”
Without hesitation, Bu Eun-sul climbed aboard her large ship.
“I knew it was someone who knew delicacies!”
She smiled broadly, revealing a row of gleaming teeth.
Perhaps because Bu Eun-sul was a wealthy man, he thought he knew what Baek Cho-ju was all about.
“Open.”
Without hesitation, Bu Eun-sul boarded the ship and sat down in front of the liquor store.
Then she held out a large cup to Bu Eun-sul.
“They say that white vinegar is best enjoyed in a big, wide glass like this.”
He poured a glass full of white vinegar.
Baekchoju is said to be made from a hundred different herbs. However, it didn’t smell like medicine at all, but rather like sake soaked in rice.
Gulp.
Bu Eun-sul wasted no time in draining her glass.
Then she clapped her hands and laughed, as if she was watching something new.
“It’s cool to see you drinking, and it would be great if you had a bubbly personality. For example, …….”
As she chattered away, a boat with a group of Sunni adherents approached.
“…….”
The masters of the Sect of the South no longer approached them, but watched them from a distance.
It was the most picturesque scene I’ve ever seen, with the good guy and the bad guy sitting across from each other, sharing a drink.
For a moment, they stared at them from a distance, but then they passed them by.
“Gone.
As he watched the ships carrying the Sect’s masters disappear into the distance, Bu Eun-sul felt Gu Feifang’s power within him.
“That’s a thick layer of cilantro.
Judging by the uncharacteristic prayer, it appears that Yeo Hwan-jin and Hang-rae are probably the same master.
“Oh, come to think of it, we didn’t even say our collective name.”
The woman looked at the swelling and held out her hand.
“My name is Gu… Gu Qingjing.”
“You’re lying.
It was clear from the way he averted his eyes and stuttered that he’d said the wrong name.
But Bu Eun-sul didn’t care. He didn’t care and didn’t need to know anyway.
“Swollen tongue.”
“Frostbite…….”
This time, the mayor looked puzzled. He thought for a while, but couldn’t think of anyone.
“There are no traces of martial arts practice, and no weapons… he must just be a rich young master.
“I see.”
She smirked, and he rose from his seat.
“You’ve had a good drink, I’ll go home now.”
“You mean you’re leaving already? You’ve only had one drink, haven’t you?”
“How can we celebrate the precious hundred years of wine?”
“So you’re going back to the guest room?”
“Yes.”
“Do I really have to use all five outbuildings?”
The mayor’s office was indeed tenacious and persistent.
He stared at her for a moment, then asked.
“It can’t really be Sammuk’s amniotic fluid. Why are you so insistent on going to Seo Kangwon, and meeting someone there?”
“How did you know?”
“Of course not.”
Bu Eun-sul sighed.
“Unless you’re a calligrapher, you don’t need to spend days and days admiring Mr. Sammuk’s writing, do you?”
If she only wanted to see Sammuk’s secretions at Seogangwon, she would not necessarily have to stay at Seogangwon.
“Okay, I’ll be honest with you.”
This time, the mayor’s office smiled bitterly.
“I decided to meet some of Kang Ho’s friends here, people I’ve known for a long time.”
“Friends?”
“Okay. I’ll reserve a room in the outbuildings of Unrae Gakzan that has Sammuk’s writing on it, and we’ll meet there.”
“Then why didn’t you come a little earlier?”
“Sure, I sent someone over about a month ago, but they said they were full even then.”
She shrugged.
“We actually went against our parents’ wishes, so we couldn’t take it easy and make a reservation.”
He’ll tell you things without being asked, but his tone and demeanor are friendly without being malicious.
Perhaps the restraint was evident even among the more moderate and well-connected members of Mado’s family.
“I can’t help it.”
Sighing deeply, Buunsul said.
“Write Kangwon Seo.”
“Chung, are you sure?”
“Yes.”
It’s something you’ve been planning to do since you had your first drink.
After all, Murim is a place where you get what you pay for.
“Only Seogangwon instead. Don’t ever come anywhere else. I don’t like to be bothered.”
“Okay, thanks.”
When things went smoothly, the mayor beamed.
“You weren’t as clueless as I thought, were you?”
Bu Eun-sul shook her head with a dry laugh.
“I’ll go back first.”
“Wait.”
Gu Koo-jung interrupted Bu Eun-sul, looking uneasy.
“It’s the best of both worlds, never change or regret.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
Bu Eun-sul replied briefly, then turned away in disbelief.
* * *
Bu Eun-sul regretted it.
No matter how much you subdue the beast’s senses, its senses are still many times sharper than a normal human’s.
However, the friends brought by the mayor’s office spent the night at Seogangwon talking and drinking, and the work was not done properly.
-Hahaha, that was refreshing at the time, something!
Even at dawn, the sound of drunkenness could be heard in Seogangwon.
“That’s a lot to drink for one day.
The drinking started at noon and continued until dawn.
From the looks of things, you’ll be drinking until morning.
‘I guess we’re not going to get any work done until they’re gone.
You need to focus all your senses and mind inside your body.
If you make a mistake, you could end up with a minor injury or a major one.
-Mr. Sammuk, by the way, you are amazing!
At that moment, I heard a voice from Seogangwon.
-Even when I wrote this, I wrote while drinking and eating!
Mr. Sammuk loved to drink, and he was a big drinker.
That’s why there is an anecdote that Seo Kang-won used to drink and write while writing his own secretions.
‘I drank and talked and wrote a phlegm…….’
As she listened to the chatter in the hall, Bu Eun-sul had a sudden thought.
‘Mr. Sammuk’s handwriting was very neat.
It’s not just because the stock is strong.
Even if you’re too drunk to think straight, even if you’re sick, even if you’re not feeling well…….
Masters of calligraphy practice enough to get their handwriting right, and the same should be true for unattended people.
‘How can you say you’ve mastered deep kung fu if your practice is interrupted by outside distractions?
The so-called “cultivating qi by controlling the mind,” or “cultivating qi by cultivating the mind,” is called Shen Gong.
Therefore, they seek only the silence of the air.
But on the flip side, shouldn’t we be disciplined in the face of any distractions?
“This is a great opportunity.
Bu Eun-sul changed her mind.
I’m trying to cut through the endless chatter and get to work.
Endless hard work and challenges.
And just as we eat and breathe…… all of life, we associate martial arts with it and develop it.
It was for this reason that he was able to get stronger faster than anyone else, despite not having great muscles.
Woof.
As the attack began, dots of light poured from his body.
I tuned out the chatter and focused on the task at hand.
How much time has passed?
Woof.
With a low vibrating sound, Buunsul finished his work and opened his eyes.
Interestingly, there were no spots blooming on his body as usual, and the semi-polarized light from his pupils was slightly thinner.
Fan-pu-gui-zhen (Fan-pu-gui-zhen).
The deeper you get into it, the less unique it becomes, and the more mundane it becomes.