Chapter 115 You know that story

Chapter 115 You know that story?

The white woman smiled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Hoo-hoo. Just kidding, just kidding. Sorry for the joke.”
An illusion.
It’s like a smile that passes the corner of your mouth and releases a floral fragrance that attracts bees and butterflies.
Namgung Sanglin was suddenly in awe of her beauty.
I know what it’s like to be able to mesmerize someone with just a smile, a look, or a gesture.
It is said that the ancient female master Mong Ye, who was the first person in the history of the Wuling Dynasty to earn the title of Sword Lady, was so breathtaking that the moon and flowers hid in shame, and I wonder if the woman in white in front of me is comparable to her.
Okay, that’s probably an exaggeration.
Even if it’s the second coming of Mongye after a long and bitter sword fight…….
But a thing of beauty is a thing of beauty, and a thing of beauty is a thing of beauty.
“Yeah, I know. That it’s a pun.”
Nangong Shanglin, his face straightened, soon walked up to her and spoke earnestly.
“You know what I was going to say, don’t you?”
“Why do you keep following me?”
“Yes.”
“…….”
The white woman pursed her lips, seemed to think for a moment, and then replied tersely.
“I can’t tell you yet, and I’m sorry about that, too.”
It’s a surprisingly clean admission.
“Uh……?
Nangong Shanglin looked somewhat surprised.
I honestly thought you were going to kick me out.
The White Lady smiled softly once more and said.
“Hoot. I didn’t approach you in bad faith, I’m sure Confucius would feel that.”
It was just like it said.
Nangong Shanglin sensed no hostility.
“That’s why it’s even weirder.”
If they showed hostility or murderous intent, I would have responded in some way, but they just kept following me like a shadow, which only increased the questions in my mind.
The White Lady didn’t give him the answer he wanted.
“Actually, I have a situation.”
“Hmm…….”
Nangong Shanglin let out a sound that resembled a sigh, and the white woman’s eyes twinkled as she spoke.
“Confucius, I promise you, I’ll tell you everything later.”
He stroked the crimson sword at the side of his chiseled waist and continued, his voice high and clear.
“This is a treasured keepsake of my life-saver and teacher. I swear on this…… that I would not trade it for anything in the world.”
What happened next was completely unexpected.
He unbuckles the sword strapped to the side of his waist and hands it to you.
“Here, take it, because a sign of commitment is worth a thousand words.”
Nangong Shanglin was visibly flustered.
Regardless of the truth of the story, for Kang Ho’s swordsman to hand over his sword to another would be tantamount to handing over his life.
‘Heh, you must really have something up your sleeve if you’re willing to go to such lengths to prove your intentions…….’
He soon took up the sword of the White Lady.
“It’s beautiful.
From the scabbard to the hilt, the sword is covered in red coloring, giving it a gaudy, almost cheesy look.
In addition.
The intricate floral patterns etched along the surface of the sheath, which was of unknown material, were dizzying.
And what about the end of the sack.
The tiny flower sticks decorated there were extremely delicate, like real flowers, and it was like looking at the work of a master.
‘A prized relic of the master, indeed…… is no ordinary weapon, judging by the series of features.
But he’s been through it all since he was a kid.
I wasn’t foolish enough to let my guard down to this extent.
Finally, we need to check our intentions.
“I’m going to take Sozer’s word for it, and I think we’re going to have to put this back on the table.”
Nangong Shanglin held out his sword again, and the White Lady waved her hand dismissively.
“That’s okay, I’ll just leave it there and get it back when I reach Confucius’ destination. You wouldn’t steal someone’s precious artifact and run off with it, would you, huh?”
“No, it’s because I’m uncomfortable.”
Nan Gongsanglin shook his head emphatically, and the White Lady shrugged.
“If that’s the case, okay.”
Immediately afterward, you move your hand to pick up the sword.
Pods
Nangong Shanglin’s right hand moved swiftly and snatched the White Lady’s wrist.
“Ouch!”
Snippet.
The White Lady frowned as if she was sick, and Nangong Shanglin flinched back.
‘What……?
I was surprised.
I was actually expecting some resistance, but I was embarrassed when the woman in the white coat gave me a defenseless brew.
It was a deliberate maneuver, done at the last minute, with room to maneuver.
But the White Lady didn’t even make the slightest movement, let alone a reflexive response.
If Nan Gongsanglin had chosen to perform Qigong acupuncture, she would have been defeated.
‘It doesn’t take much courage to do that. What the hell was she thinking…….’
Then the woman in white said, “Be still.
“I see what you mean. Go ahead, do it, it doesn’t matter.”
Saying that you don’t care if you’re drawing blood.
Only then did Nangong Shanglin relax Feng Zhong’s intense wariness to some extent.
“I didn’t realize that…… would just sit there.”
“I totally understand. It’s not easy to have the trust of a stranger.”
“Well, yes, that’s fine, I’ll spill the beans now, I’m still not entirely convinced of Sojourner, but since you don’t seem to pose a threat to me, I’ll allow you to accompany me to my destination.”
“Yes. Considerate, thank you.”
“By the way…… do you know where I’m going?”
“Nope. What, whoops. How would I know, I’m just following in Confucius’ footsteps.”
As soon as he heard the White Lady’s words, Namgung Shanglin’s initial vague suspicions turned to conviction.
“I see…… knows who I am.”
“Yes, Confucius of the Southern Palace.”
Namgung Shanglin couldn’t help but chuckle as the white woman spoke her mind again.
“And you’re going to keep holding my wrist like that?”
“Ah.”
As Nangong Shanglin withdrew his hand, the white woman sheathed her red sword at her side and said playfully.
“Did you like holding my wrist?”
“Ha ha…… Sojourner, no more of those stupid puns…….”
Immediately, the White Lady’s mouth bursts into laughter.
“Ho ho ho, you have a pretty cute side, Confucius.”
He squinted out of the corner of his eye and slapped his palm against the side of the rock he was sitting on.
“I thought you said you were taking a break. Here, have a seat, there’s plenty of room.”
Hana Namgungsanglin politely placed her butt on the shaded ground beside him, not on the rock.
The white woman asked, her eyes meaningful.
“You have a favorite, right? One that you’ve held close to your heart for quite some time…….”
“No, do you see that?”
“Well, a little bit.”
“…….”
Nangong Shanglin suddenly saw a woman’s face in his mind.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him in a year.
Unrequited love.
The object of his affection was Mo Yongseol, a childhood friend he had made in Mo Yongsegae and the eldest daughter of the current head of the family.
After clearing his mind, Namgung Sanglin continued with the topic of courtesy.
“You think you know where I’m going, and you’re going to follow me like that?”
“The Southern Palace Confucius is a reputable partyless martial artist, so that’s good, but now that you mention it, I’m curious: if I ask you where…… is, will you tell me?”
As soon as the white woman spoke, Nangong Shanglin smirked and lightly waved her hand.
“I’m not going to teach you, so it’s not fair to each other, is it?”
The woman in white smiles and nods.
“Yeah, fair enough, no direct questions to each other until we get to our destination, do we agree?”
“Yes, I’ll do that, but can I at least give you a name?”
“Yeah, sure, it’s a name, it’s a connection, huhuh.”
Namgung Sanglin gulps and laughs repeatedly.
“Ties…… Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a stretch.”
“It’s Hae Yeon.”
“Hmm, that’s a nice name.”
“Thank you. Oh, and by the way, I’m the same age as Confucius.”
“Somehow it seemed like it. When did you start learning martial arts?”
“I’m thirteen, which is a little late compared to everyone else.”
“Well, then, you’re not…… No, I’ll stop there, we agreed not to ask direct questions.”
Soon afterward, the two took a break from talking to stare at the cloudless blue sky.
Then Nan Gongsanglin muttered to himself.
“I don’t…… much like looking at the stars in the night sky.”
“Why?”
“As I’m sure you’re well aware, Hae Sojourner, I’ve been reminded of the tragedy that befell the Bourne family in the past, and I’m afraid that…….”
“…….”
“The pitch-black sky I looked up to at the time was studded with an unusually large number of stars.”
Hae-yeon, who had been listening, spoke up in a comforting tone.
“I can’t say I understand the sentiment, but with Confucius alive like this, the history and tradition of the Southern Palace family hasn’t been lost, it’s just…… a process of resting from exhaustion, just like here, we’re sitting in the shade of the forest.”
Namgung Sanglin’s heart was touched by the unexpectedly warm words.
That’s when Hae-yeon opened her mouth as if she had realized something.
“Oh, you know that story?”
“Yes?”
“Speaking of stars, I suddenly remembered that every two hundred years or so, the mighty martial artists come out like the countless stars in the night sky, and the most brilliant among them leave a huge mark. Compared to many other eras, it is unusually…….”
“Oh, I’ve heard that,” I say, “that’s always been thrown around.”
“Well, isn’t that a pretty credible story? After all, the five people who are considered to be the greatest martial artists in the entire history of martial arts came and went every two hundred years or so, leaving behind fictionalized martial arts.”
The five people that Hai Yan had just mentioned were Tianma, Sword Master, Shi Huang, Wireless, and Blood God.
“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe it’s just a coincidence?”
“What, five times?”
“If you take the work of a thousand years and put it all together, what is not mysterious?”
“Well, yeah.”
Hae-yeon lifted one foot and pulled off her shoe, slapping it against the side of the rock and dusting it off.
“If it’s not a coincidence, these are dangerous times.”
“Yes?”
“It’s been about two hundred years since the days of the Blood Gods.”
“Ah…….”
“Ho-ho-ho, so let’s hope it’s just a coincidence. A bunch of powerhouses, how hard would it be to survive there? Ugh, no.”
Hae-yeon shivered playfully, and Namgung Sang-lin said in passing with a faint smile.
“I wonder who…… will emerge as the undisputed powerhouse of the era, if not by coincidence.”
“Well, who do you think is the most likely candidate in Confucius’ eyes?”
“I am…….”
A man’s face suddenly flashed across Nangong Shanglin’s mind.
Iron Currents.
Why.
He shook his head slightly and opened his mouth.
“Huh…… I’m not sure, let’s go, I’m going to run a little faster now, is that okay?”
Then Hae-yeon swept her hair out of her eyes and smiled seductively.
“Yes, by all means.”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 116 (116 of 552)