Chapter 210

Bu Eun-sul and her men quickly left Yuhon-gok.
He continued westward, arriving in Guizhou Province.
After reaching the city, Bu Eun-sul didn’t stop traveling until he reached Dongpyo Seorang, the largest Nangin market in Guizhou.
It wasn’t until they came to this point that Bu Eunseol rented an entire private room from a high-class guest and rested his men all at once.
“Swollen tongue. What the hell are you doing here?”
When the men were all resting, Yu Yunlong approached Bu Eunsul and said, “I’m sorry.
“Do you mean to say that you have no hands, and that you will buy men with money?”
When she didn’t answer, he looked at Bu Eun-sul with a frown.
“Or do you have someone to join you here?”
“Shut up.”
Myo Tianwu gave a pin glass to Yu Yunlong, who kept asking questions.
“I believe he has his own plan, you just have to wait and see.“
“What, the fuss?”
A sharp light poured out from Yu Yunlong’s eyes, and Miao Tianwu snorted.
“Why. You want another round?”
“Good.”
Myo Tianwu and Yu Yunlong fought day after day, night after night, until they left Yuhonggong and arrived here.
However, their skills were too close to call.
One day, Myo Tianwu would narrowly win, and the next day, Yu Yunlong would win by half a second.
“What are you waiting for, come with me now.”
Liu Yunlong no longer harbored any animosity toward Bu Eunsul.
Instead, that fierce competitive spirit had been passed on to Myo Tianwu.
Having mastered the entirety of the Long Sword Refinement Technique, Myotian Wu has worked tirelessly since the Long Sword Mountain Hall to surpass the peak of the Heavenly Realm.
He was so desperate that he quickly raised his cultivation to the level of a martial artist.
Myotian Wu and Yuyun Dragon.
Finally, the two had the numbers to truly nurture each other.
“Ho ho, you want to play again today?”
When Miao Tianwu smirked, Yu Yunlong said with a sullen glare.
“Of course. I’ll make sure to smash that asshole’s face in today.”
Then, the resting soldiers’ eyes lit up.
Then, as if in anticipation, Zhao Namchun began to wander among the troops with a wooden box around his neck.
“Here we go, another round. Those who will walk, walk!”
Then Won Se-moon and the others began to pull out their pouches and place bets.
“Myo won by half a second last time, so he’ll win this time too, right?”
“No. Last time I saw you, you were up all night swinging a white horse, so today will be different.”
As the men began to bet on their fight, Liu Yunlong struck a thunderous blow.
“Don’t you realize this fight is for your own amusement, and can’t you just drop it?”
Then Myo Tianwu smiled and said.
“Are you not confident? Are you afraid of losing?”
“What?”
“I bet I win.”
Then he set down a large golden ruler on the wooden box that contained Nan Chen.
“This will be more than a hundred yuan, and I don’t need the money, so let those who bet on my side split it equally.”
Then, with an “Ohhhh!”, the men began to rush forward and bet money on Myo Tianwu.
“Come on, you…… will surely be killed today.”
Feeling competitive, Liu Yunlong pulled out his scuttlebutt and threw the whole thing.
“I’ll bet you a thousand. Whoever bets on me will get a share of this money!”
-Waaaaaah!
A loud cheer went up from the troops.
And even the guys who didn’t normally bet money started to bet their own money.
“Ouch. That sucks.”
Hyuk Sojin, who was watching the scene from afar, raised his hand to his forehead and muttered.
“It’s like the old days, where the young guys, including me, were gambling and not paying attention.”
His shoulders slumped, he looked at the swollen eyes.
“I love the buzz, but is it okay? I mean, it’s not every day you two get into a fight. It could get out of hand.”
“Leave it alone.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, looking unconcerned.
“It’s a process of belonging.”
“A sense of belonging?”
“Yes.”
They have no enemies anywhere, and are ostracized by their own faction.
However, the two were forced to make their home in Sanyeongdae due to the lack of snow.
And that’s how…… they’re creating the concept of coworkers in their own way.
“Well, I suppose you could say that.”
Sojin Hyuk nodded as if realizing something.
In the past, the members of the Fourth Army were despised and ostracized in the name of the Mubondae.
The same was true for Myotian Wu and Yu Yunlong, who felt a strange kinship with each other and the other members of the Fourth Army.
They’re converging in their own way.
“I’m taking a break until tomorrow. Bring the men in for a drink.”
Bu Eun-sul pulled out a ten-thousand-yuan slip from her bosom and held it out to Hyuk So-jin.
“You’re probably just using the bet as an excuse to get drunk anyway, so after all you’ve been through, let’s go to a fancy juru and drink without circles.”
“What about your brother, isn’t he coming with you?”
At that, Bu Eun-sul smiled thinly.
“I have work to do.”
Turning, she walked out of the room.
Once outside, Bu Eunseol stopped at the station house and bought a carriage to take her to Bujung’s outer palace.
After traveling for a long time, the carriage came to a stop in what looked like a huge village set in a desolate field.
It was the entrance to Dongpyo Seorang, Guizhou’s largest Nangyin Market.
“It’s been a while.”
Bu Eunseol narrowed her eyes as she entered the entrance to the Dongpyo Hall.
He has a lot of history here.
It was here that he took his first steps toward the martial arts after quitting the Gusalbandae, and it was here that he earned his love soldier and muk sword.
I also got a black mark for being a brilliant and witty trove of information, and got to meet Jinha Seo again.
And the former Nangyagak disciple, Lang Zhu, earned the dreaded rank of Kung Fu Master.
Of course, it hasn’t all been good.
He killed the infernal Blood Demon Lord Yang Ming in a duel with a silken sword, and in doing so, he became a pretender to the infernal bloodline.
However, with so many overwhelmingly fond memories, Bu Eun-sul has no choice but to favor Dong Pyo-seo.
Squeal.
The school is now more prosperous than it was when he participated in the past political conventions.
In the meantime, many new pavilions had been built, and the city was bustling with laborers looking for work and merchants selling their wares.
Bu Eunseol walked to the pavilion, where the romantics gathered to receive their work.
But then he shook his head. They want to get information faster and more accurately, without having to go through a lot of hoops.
Circumference angle.
This is where the lord of the lanjou, Dormyung, resides.
“How may I help you?”
When Nangin, who was guarding the Wirimgak, asked, Bu Eunseol said, “I’m sorry.
“I’m here to see Lange.”
Nangyin studied Bu Eunseol’s demeanor and shook his head.
“Mr. Lanzhou is out of town, but if you go to the Luminary Hall, we can make an appointment for later.”
Bu Eun-sul lifted her head and looked at the Wen Lin Pavilion.
It was clear that Lange was inside, as the faintest traces were being picked up by the extrasensory field.
It seemed like they weren’t letting it in because it wasn’t promised.
“Okay.”
Bu Eun-sul immediately turned away, not bothering to argue with the weaver.
He unfolded the Divine Law and stealthily ascended to the roof of the hut.
The shadow of the unrecognizable Buunsul slipped through the window on the second floor.
Extremely fast.
Created by the Great Daoist Gao Yue, it suppresses creeping and rippling sounds to evade pursuit, allowing you to slip through the air like a ghost.
He can also change his defense while unleashing the Divine Law, allowing him to easily evade enemy swoops and pursuers.
Tzitzitzitz.
There are many people inside the hut, but no one has spotted Bu Eun-sul traveling to the executive office.
Sigh.
Inside the office, there was a large table and a clean-cut, middle-aged man with a brush in his hand, writing a letter.
It was the langju and daimyung of Dongpyo Seorang.
“Huh.”
As he continued to write, Dao Myung suddenly put down his brush with a low sigh.
He looked into space and spoke in a low voice.
“This lang is always open to the public, so why did you sneak in like a night guest?”
Surprisingly, Do Myung is able to detect the stealthy Bu Eun Seol at a glance.
“Lang Zhu has reached the level of Gongsim President.
In the past, Dao Ming identified himself as a disciple of Nanyagak.
This means that he, too, has mastered the basic martial arts of the Nangyagak, the Beast Dao.
At his age and skill level, it’s strange that he hasn’t made it to the presidency.
“Long time no see. Lange.”
Buunsul slowly emerged from the darkness.
“You really do surprise people.”
Do Myung smirked.
“No matter how infinite human capabilities are said to be, it’s hard to believe how far we’ve come in such a short time…….”
To his surprise, he was gauging the frighteningly advanced Buunsul’s unexplored territory.
“The martial arts of Lang Zhu are so high.
In retrospect, when we first met, I cast Sixth Form, which requires over three mana to deploy.
Although Bu Eun-sul’s ineptitude had become frightening, Do Myung was not idle. It was clear that he was still a master, one step ahead of Bu Eun-sul.
“By the way, I hear you’ve become the new owner of the mansion. A very strong candidate for succession.”
Dao Myung said with a wry smile.
“You didn’t come to this barren province for a cruise. You have come to find the black mark, the child.”
“Yes.”
Why the snowflakes came to Guizhou.
He chose black as his last helper.
“You’re too late, she’s not here.”
“Did you take the job and leave?”
Dao Myung nodded heavily.
“I went there to defeat the Feng Hovang in Beomjeong Mountain.”
Wind Tiger Aid.
This fortified room is the only one in the Horsefighters’ Room.
They were a band of bandits who claimed the entire Beomjeong Mountain area as their territory and collected tolls from merchants traveling to and from the area.
Despite having no genealogy and picking bad things to do, there’s only one thing that has kept the Feng family in Guizhou for so long.
Deep in the Panzheng Mountains, no sect would dare to kill a sect that is not even in the power of a sect.
“You mean the windbreak?”
A shaking head muttered to himself.
“I guess the tops in the neighborhood couldn’t hold out, so they pooled their money.”
“No, it was a request from Tian Hui Lin, a physician in Yuezhou. Her only daughter, Zhang Shuai, was lynched by the son of Feng Houbang.”
Near Beomjeongsan Mountain, medicinal herbs grow in abundance.
Because of this, Cheon Hye Rim lawmakers often escaped the bandits of the Fung Hochae to grow herbs there.
Even if they were found out, the masters of the Fenghuobang would simply extort money from them.
However, among the councilors gathering herbs this time was Zhang Xue’er, the only daughter of Chen Hye-liang, who happened to be witnessed by Wang Fengkang, the son of Feng Houbang.
In the end, Wang Fengkang, frozen by Zhang Shuai’s beauty, did something terrible.
“Because of this, the Lord of Heavenly Forest sold all his possessions and spent a thousand gold to buy the people of Bon Lang. He must kill Wang Fengkang.”
“I see.”
By the time Buunsul nodded, having gotten the full picture,
Smart.
Just then, there was a knock on the door and the voice of a young Sibi.
“Lord Lanzhou. The elders of Soyoumun have come to visit as promised.”
“Okay, I’ll be right out.”
After answering in a low voice, Do Myung looked at Bu Eunseol with an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to ask Jade Pearl for the details, she’s a little busy right now.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“No thanks. If you need my strength, you can always find me.”
* * *
The first name.
This is the residence of Okho-bang, the Jeonju who manages all of Dongpyo Seorang’s funds.
“It’s been a long time. Wealth Confucius.”
Okhobang was happy to see Bu Eunseol visit him, but also very troubled.
That’s because he’d gotten a bad rap for trying to kill Bu Eunseol in the past.
If it weren’t for the plea of the black mark, he would be in a cold coffin, not in the hall of fame.
“Oh, no, I guess we’ll have to call him a sub-lender now.”
As a character in Dongpyo Seorang, Ok Ho Bang was well versed in Kang Ho’s news and information.
“I don’t care, call it whatever you want.”
“Yes.”
With his hands clasped together, Jade Horror asked politely.
“Saha, are you here to find the child again?”
Saha, it’s the real name of the black mark.
“Yes.”
“He’s in the panacea now.”
“I’ve heard the story from Lan Jue.”
Bu Eun-sul asked, unable to understand.
“Black marks are a waste of information. Why are you meddling in the affairs of another sect?”
Then Okhobang let out a deep sigh.
“The kid’s martial arts has increased dramatically in recent years, to the point where even the top-notch Nangyin of Bon Lang are no match for him.”
Bu Eun-sul smiled faintly.
He wrote me a dagger purification of his own sword before sending me off to Dongfei Seorang.
And it was clear that the black marks had gotten it right.
“When he became stronger, he stopped being an intelligence man and became a combat man, taking on dangerous jobs that no one else would take.”
“Why?”
“You said that…… must be a source of strength when the Great Master returns.”
Buun-sul’s expressionless eyes changed a bit.
Sincerity.
Not only is Black Mark sincere and talented, but he also worships and follows Bu Eunseol like heaven.
He had a loyalty that can only be described as sincere.
“What’s the situation?”
“Well, actually, it’s not good.”
Bu Eunseol looked at Okho Bang’s dark expression and was puzzled.
Doesn’t this mean something dangerous has happened to the black marks, who have surpassed the express romantics?
Bu Eun-sul asked in a solemn voice.
“Tell me more.”