Chapter 123 Suggestions from the Iron Stream

Oake Doxu ( Wuyue Duxiu ).
It has long symbolized the scenery of Hyeongsan.
It means that among the five mountains, Taeasan in the east, Hwasan in the west, Hyongsan in the south, Hangsan in the north, and Sungsan in the center, the splendor of Hyongsan is unrivaled.
Anyone who’s been to the peak can attest to that.
Hyeongsan was unusual from the start.
This is because the seventy mountain peaks, including Jagae Peak, Cheonju Peak, Buyong Peak, and Seokneung Peak, centered on the highest Chukyuk Peak, were spread out and balanced like a scale.
Everywhere the eye can see is spectacular, and the changing seasons reveal a variety of mountain colors that make you wonder if it’s really the same place.
Splendor, profundity, elegance, coziness, brilliance, oddity, and quaintness…… As a man who loves to dress up changes his clothes at whim, so does the mountain change its glow again and again.
And so, the ode to the Oaxacan was born.
The Hyungsan School, a sect within the Old School and a sanctuary for Taoist martial arts, was located at the top of the highest and largest peak, Chukyukbong.
Riding on Xin Feng’s back, Chu Liuhui and Gong Yue finally reached the beginning of the top.
After passing through the large gate, a staircase leading uphill to the distant Hyungsanpa appeared in the distance, following a gentle slope.
Again, again, again……
As Xinfeng climbed the stairs, his pace slowed to a crawl, and the spectacular view of the endless expanse of Hyeongsan Mountain overwhelmed him.
It’s spectacular.
The clouds meandering between towering peaks in every direction were almost ethereal.
A little exaggeration is a breath of fresh air.
Gong Yue said with a thin smile.
“What do you think, Mr. Iron Gate, this must be your first time climbing this mountain, isn’t it wonderful?”
Chul Ryuhyeon cringed inwardly at the sound of his voice coming from his back.
‘What a first.’
Gong Yue, not knowing the truth behind it, continued to speak.
“Oh, you see that watchtower to the west? If you climb up there on a cloudless night, you can feel the spirit of another mountain. It’s my favorite spot, hahaha.”
But Chulryuhyeon glanced at the watchtower, unimpressed, and turned his head away.
His eyes locked on one of the peaks that stood like a folding screen, and he gave me a meaningful glance.
“Yeah, that’s the place.
Muttering to himself, he turned his attention back to the road ahead.
Where the stairs end.
Not far in front of you is a cluster of conduits that blend into a lush green paradise.
It’s a typosync.
The view was truly magnificent, as it should be for a place of such prestige.
Gong Yue stepped down to the ground and took the initiative.
“Now, follow me.”
Iron Liuyun stomped to the ground and tugged on Xin Feng’s reins, following close behind.
The front door was left open.
Once inside, Chulryuhyun tethers Xinfeng to a nearby barn.
Afterward, Gongwol and I walked through an open space with stone pagodas, tombstones, and other sculptures, and the old-fashioned performance hall came into view.
It was a place for martial artists practicing basic martial arts.
Three hundred of them are gathered in an orderly fashion, each one roaring with cheers and diligently swinging their wooden swords.
“Sum!”
“Chahaat!”
“Yay!”
At that point, a man in his fifties, dressed in a white robe, waved at me from the podium.
“Everyone take a break.”
At the same time, the people on the stage stopped fiddling, took a breath, and relaxed.
The middle-aged man left the platform and walked straight to the area of the Iron Liuhui Light.
Gong Yue quickly clasped her hands in front of her chest.
“Sasuk, I just got back.”
“Yes, you’re here.”
The solemnly greeted figure was Bai Han, a swordsman of the highest rank who was the master of one of Zhang Wenyin’s three brothers-in-law.
Like any Taoist martial art, Hyungsanpa uses symbols to establish hierarchy and order, and all of the “hundred” ships were master disciples.
Zhang Ming and all of his four brothers-in-law are the ‘thousand’ character ship, and all of the two great disciples are the ‘gong’ ship, as in the case of Gong Yue.
The people gathered here on the training ground don’t have proper martial arts titles, because they’re paid apprentices learning the art, not yet full initiates.
As befits their high rank and status, most of the master’s disciples held front-line positions, and Bai Han was an instructor in charge of basic martial arts classes.
“Sajil, by the way, who’s that with you……?”
The moment Bai Han’s voice trailed off, Chul Liuhyeon took off his bamboo robe and answered on Gong Yue’s behalf.
“It’s been a while.”
Baek Han’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw the face that was finally revealed.
It was an iron currents.
At the funeral of the White Moon Swordsman, Sa Gongyun, who met an untimely death…….
“As you can see, I’m all better now.”
“Ah…… is that so? How fortunate for you, iron rumor lord. Hehe.”
Baekhan questioned, giving Chapter a somewhat awkward smile.
Something about the appearance of the iron streamers made me feel that they were different from what I had seen before.
It was in his eyes, in his face.
I’m new to this.
I wonder how anyone can be so expressionless.
And that look in his eyes, like he thinks everything in the world is insignificant and annoying.
Gong Yue, standing next to him, chimed in.
“You are currently the owner.”
Then Bai Han was surprised again and again.
‘Even the position of Lord of the Gate……! Heh, but he’s still not good enough to represent the people…….’
On the other hand, I do understand the harshness of White House security.
It was a little salty.
It used to be a prestigious political party that actively interacted with the Brotherhood, but now it’s so desperate for talent that it’s giving the top position to a young man who lacks the qualifications…….
A single voice taps you on the back of the head.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
An elderly man walked by the stage.
A seventy-year-old man with a long ash-colored beard, he was the current elder of the Hyungsan Sect, the Cloud Sea Sword Clan.
“Elder.”
Gong Yue and Bai Han bowed their heads, and Chen Kuo’s gaze turned to Chuliu Hsin’s face.
“No, you mean……?”
Immediately afterward, Chul Ryu-Heon greeted him with an expressionless courtesy, briefly explained the situation, and got down to business.
“I am here today as the representative of the gatekeeper of this gate, to visit the Hyungsan Clan, to rekindle the broken link between us. I formally request to meet with you, Zhang Wenyin.”
“such…….”
Yun Hai Gong Tiankun was at a loss.
It’s a no-brainer.
There are those who strongly insisted that the then-declining Bai Xiaochun should no longer interact with the Bai Xiaochun Gate, and one of them is Tian Kun himself.
Of course, many years later, as an elderly man, he hadn’t changed his mind.
‘Kwong, why are you suddenly…… right, your finances have deteriorated or something, and you have come to ask for aid from the old family, but you can t do that! The competition in the current powerhouse clan is fiercer than ever, and we can’t afford to incur unnecessary losses for something like this! The long sentence of death is too weak for you to refuse, so I’d better draw a line in the sand and send you on your way. …….’
At that moment, a maelstrom of iron slammed Botzim to the ground.
Concurrently.
sarak-.
One of the strings of the furoshiki unraveled as casually as a lie, and a shiny object popped out.
“Oops, I missed it.”
Like when I visited the top of the Hong Mausoleum, it was obviously deliberate…… but in the end, it didn’t matter.
“Ugh, that, that, that’s……!”
His dark brown pupils vibrated transparently.
Like there was a big earthquake.
It was inevitable.
What popped out of the sack was the greatest treasure of all, the Book of Wonders, lost sixty years ago.
Bai Han and Gong Yue had never seen the real thing, but they had a rough idea of what they looked like.
“Oh my God, it’s the long sentence of the Four Horsemen!
Chullehorn spoke in an impassive voice, as if to himself.
“I’ve come a long way, I’d like to sit down and rest somewhere…….”
Immediately, Chen Kuo crouched down and cried out.
“Yes, yes, Lord Iron Gate, I will report to the Iron Gate Immortal immediately, and get you a comfortable seat!”
Then he snatched up the longsword from the floor and sprinted toward the conduit beyond, commanding.
“Tell the two of you to go at once and prepare the banquet table, you two noblemen! Set up everything you can on the table! What are you doing? Don’t stand around, come on, come on, come on, come on!”
“Yes, old!”
“Oh, I see!”
* * *
Taipei Palace (Great Void Palace).
This conduit, the oldest within the Hyungsan Sect, was the residence of the Grandmaster of the time, Tianmu Dojo.
Inside, two people are sitting in a large room with a table in the middle, talking.
Hulu.
After taking a sip of steaming tea, a clean-cut, seventy-year-old man with a clean-shaven face spoke up with a faint smile.
“Huh huh. Okay, Iron Gate……, I’ve heard your story. Now you can tell me whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want, at my discretion.”
He was a master of the Hsing-Shan School and a member of the Honam Five-Fingered Temple.
He is an immortal martial artist who is more commonly known by his nickname, White Cloud Sword Master.
At the moment, Chu Liuhui was unable to reveal how he had obtained the longsword, so he simply pretended that it was a lucky acquisition by the White Saber Sword Gulmahun, and that he had been storing it in his valuables.
I left out the story of the sword sweep, and only briefly conveyed the fact that we had worked with Guan family to completely close the angel room.
“There are two things. The first one you’re probably already expecting.”
“Reconnect, is that right?”
“Yes.”
A terse reply from Chu Liuhui, followed by a terse approval from the Heavenly Martial Master.
“I vote yes.”
“Thank you.”
As such, Chulryuhyeon was formal and polite, but his face remained expressionless.
Seeing that, Chen Mu Dojo was puzzled inwardly.
“Hmm…… somehow doesn’t look like the person I saw there.
I felt like I was confronted with an unembodied presence, almost as if emotions didn’t exist.
Perhaps his master’s untimely death had changed him.
Chen Mu Dojo soon shook off the puzzlement in his heart and continued.
“Hehehe, isn’t improving relations with each other a basic condition of a political party? Say more, and if you need material support…….”
“No, we just need to restore the exchange.”
“……!”
Chen Mu Dojo looked at him in surprise, and Chu Liuhui shrugged his shoulders.
“This recent statement completely solved our funding shortfall.”
“Mmm, yeah, that’s amazing. Amazing.”
“Then I’ll tell you the other thing.”
“Let me see.”
“There’s a pool of frozen blood at the base of the summit of Saint’s Peak over there, and I want to step into it.”
Adult Bong.
It was the same mountain peak I’d gazed at so curiously on my way here earlier.
This was the ultimate purpose of his visit to Kisil Sheshanpa.
Meanwhile, Tianmu Dojo was stunned.
It was a natural reaction.
The flesh beneath the saint’s peak was a forbidden place, off-limits to the Sect for many years.
“The Iron Gate, you know it, a place where even the mightiest of men should not tread. It’s a treacherous place, with a mixture of innocent goodness and dark magic.”
Hana Chuliuhon said without blinking an eye.
“Yes, I know, that’s why it’s better, I’m going to go there and be enlightened.”
“What……!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get it anyway.”
Hoot, hoot, hoot.
Failed?
I don’t know that stuff.
The The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Swords – Chapter 124 (124 of 552)