Chapter 140 A Match Made in Heaven

<A little surprised?
When Namgung Heonlin asked with a stern look, Chul Liuhyeon expressionlessly flirted and replied in Yuchang.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes?"
"I told you, with my help, the Southern Palace would be able to rebuild more quickly. You came here to become a guest of this gate on that offer, so the elixir support is the most basic of things. Did you think I would just give you food and money?"
"Ah……!"
"I'm going to unleash your brother's potential with a hundred-year ginseng and other elixirs you'll never be able to find, so put your worries to rest."
This made him even more fond of her.
"Thank you, Mr. Iron Gate."
"Anything else?"
At Chu Liuhui's blunt words, Namgung Heonlin shook his head and smiled wryly.
"No, you can go ahead. We're about to leave as well."
"I'll go say hello to you."
"Yes. I'm looking forward to seeing my brother Iron Moon Lord……'s face again."
He made a small movement that could have been a nod or something, and then pawed at Xin Feng's stomach with one foot.
Concurrently.
Push Profit- â
Xinfeng snorted and breathed out a fog-like breath, and soon he was galloping at full speed, blasting a white stream of air across his body.
, doo doo doo doo doo doo – Boom , bang , bang – Woojijik , woojijik … … !
Charging through the trees and rocks, unconcerned about anything that stood in his way, Xin Feng disappeared into the forest beyond in the blink of an eye.
Leaving behind nothing but windblown dust.
Nangong Xunlin and Zhen Heng once again cast blank stares and muttered incoherently.
"Pleasure. I wonder what that muscular black horse…… is? It's obviously a rare spirit animal……."
"Huh…… so…… what kind of elixir did you take? If we had horses like that in our army, this savior would be traveling all over the place on missions because the world is so small……."
Soon, when the faint sound of hoofbeats in the distance faded into the distance, the two of them turned to face the road.
Then.
Tut, tut, tut……
The corpse of the Fifth Man played a strange tune.
Turning their gazes, Nangong Xunlin and Zhen Heng's expressions were as hard as stone.
'……!'
This is why the skeleton of the dead Pifeng man was instantly transformed into a dried-up mummy.
Unexpected anomalies.
Followed by.
Boom, boom, boom……
Countless bubbles formed along the flesh of his body, which began to melt away with a disgusting stench.
The body quickly became a skeleton.
"What is that……."
Embarrassment and displeasure mingled in his wide-open eyes.
Namgung Heonlin, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind the stench and walked up to the backbone, giving it a meaningful glow.
"I've never seen anything like this."
"Ugh…… stinks…… makes me feel sick."
As Zhen Heng snorted and frowned, Nan Gongxuan Lin's eyes scanned the white bones on the floor.
"Hmm, somehow I think there's more to this than just dogma used to end lives……."
"What? It's not like it's such a strong poison that it melted your body?"
"Well, I don't know."
With those words, Nan Gongxunlin squatted down and examined the white bone carefully before standing up.
"It's a good thing you spotted this anomaly, because if I'd just walked away, I'd have missed what could have been a clue."
"Anything else?"
"I wonder if it's not just one poison, but a combination of them."
"But that's easier said than done, isn't it? Venom research is the most difficult field."
"Of course, if…… is indeed the apostasy of a hundred thousand mountains behind this, we must not rule out any possibility, and the concoction of various poisons is but one speculation."
"Wait, that means……."
"Okay, that means that the phenomenon I just saw could be a characteristic of some sort of sorcery."
"That's a little scary to hear. If the Apostasy is some sort of soul-controlling sorcery that's been nurturing a guy like that all along…… ugh, I hate to think about it."
"I'm not a big man, huh."
Nan Gongxunlin let out a blood-curdling laugh, and Zhen Heng quickly waved him off.
"Forget it, the smell is killing me. Come on, let's go. The others should be near the rally point by now, and we need to get there before nightfall."
"Got it."
After answering briefly, Nan Gongxuan Lin crushed the Iron Liu Xin's writing in one hand and quickly left the place with a sense of exhilaration.
* * *
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
As the Xinfeng raced along the road, already out of the mountainside, a strange light suddenly shone in Chuliu Hsin's eyes.
'A rare body in Murimsa…….'
The martial artist with the old martial bone appeared three times: eight hundred years ago, when he was the strongest martial artist in the Martial Realm, five hundred years ago, and three hundred years ago.
The three of them were all former wielders of the Martial Arts Sword.
So we know how to handle it.
One.
There was something curious.
Hae-yeon, who accompanied Namgung Sang-lin the other day, also has a very special body.
'Only a woman who is born with the Heavenly Demonic Body …… can wield that red sword.'
That's why you're looking at me funny.
Two possessors of a rare constitution that has appeared only a few times in the history of the Martial Empire have found the Bai Xiaochun Gate as if drawn by some kind of fate…….
Where they are.
As a laborer, he has the rare constitution of blood retardation, the same as the great swordsman of the Ya Cha Grand Sword Sect, Hyuk Lian Lung, who fell into disgrace as a martial loser more than eighty years ago.
A match made in heaven.
Taisaji's bloodline, the Heavenly Chapter of the Sea Dragon, and the old martial spirit of Namgung Sanglin that I have come to know today, plus myself, whose body is unprecedented in the history of martial arts…….
'Well, the girl with the magic sword must have decided to stay at the main gate now that she's been given a fairly straightforward rice cracker, so we've been successful in attracting customers. The owner of the magic sword is already at the main gate……, so I wonder if the rest of the Ten Thousand Swords owners will gather one by one, huh.''
With that, Chu Liuhui gave a faint smile before turning to the two behind Xin Feng and spoke in an orderly manner.
"Come on, let's practice snowlessness on the way."
A: The highest level of light arts, where you can step on snow and not leave a mark.
Soon, Chuliuhyeon signaled with a nudge on the reins, and Xinfeng changed his movements as if he had figured it all out.
The pounding of horses' hooves on the ground ceased.
Sass, sass, sass, sass, sass-.
A series of faint sounds, like feathers brushing lightly over it, hits my ears.
I did.
Answer.
Although it wasn't as perfect as a tax-saving mastermind.
"Pretty fun, huh?"
Xin Feng's ears flicked slightly as if he understood the question, and he continued his swift movements.
In the meantime, an indifferent voice spoke.
"The next diner will be the owner of the dumpling shop."
* * *
Blue sky check.
Mumun, a political faction, is ruffling feathers in the Hunan region.
A young man in his mid-twenties sits on a rock in a large garden as the sky begins to turn red.
He was a disciple of the Qing Tian Sword Sect.
"after……."
A sigh soon escapes his lips.
For some reason, I feel like there's a dark shade of color on his otherwise compliant face.
'Iron Currents…….'
I've never been so helplessly defeated.
I even wondered if it was real that it was an iron flow trail, which I had never thought of as a family tree before.
A figure silently followed Thoreau across the garden, which was adorned with vaporizing Chapter.
SabakSabak……
A beautiful woman, dragging her skirts, approaches the rock on which the Seolpan Bridge sits.
She was the second daughter of the Bilyan Sword Clan's second-in-command and one of the eight most beautiful women in the region, the Jade Maiden Mae Yanfang.
At that time, his body had been traumatized by the blow of the Iron Stream, so he stayed here for a while to take care of himself.
The misuse of the Lunar Sword at the Ming Yue Sword Gate and the Iron Scribe at the Yue Zheng Gate had barely recovered and left here before half a year ago.
Shi Fangqiao turned his head and asked.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, Confucius…… I unintentionally owe you a favor."
"That's good."
The bitterness in Seolpangyo's voice as he listens to the last words.
"Lord Moon…… No, I'm just on my way to tell Confucius' father that I'm leaving."
Mae Yak Bang followed up with a question.
"What are you going to do?"
"What? What……."
"You've done us a great insult, don't you think we should get even?"
Mae Yanfang spoke with a venomous glare, but Shi Fanqiao remained silent, unwilling to answer.
"……."
"It's not scared, is it? It's only the fallen Bai Baekgong Gate, and if the Bone Gate, Qingcheng Gate, Mingyue Gate, and Yukzheng Gate press it, it will probably bow its head by itself."
"Well…… I'm not sure."
"What? What does that mean?"
"I don't think it's a good idea to rely on the power of the adults in the room for our work."
"……!"
Mae Yak Bang was puzzled by the unexpected words.
Seolpangyo doesn't seem to mind.
This is because I had a candid conversation this morning with my teacher and father, the great Ching Chul Sword Ya, and I realized something.
-Well, that's all true now.
-Example…… dad.
-You drew your sword first, and the iron gate paid what was due. Then you have nothing to blame.
-…….
-My fault for misleading you.
-Facebook…… is missing.
-Let go of your sense of privilege and go out into the world.
-He…… said…….
-This means that you should not rely on your position as a master and the status of a master, but simply go out and study the Dao of the mighty Murim as an individual.
-……!
-You will have to realize that what you have taken for granted in your life was not earned. I'll give you a year to realize what it means to be a true nonpartisan.
-Ah, dad…….
-Depart tomorrow. We will not tolerate anyone who tarnishes the reputation of the Heavenly Sword Gate, even if they are our son. In a year's time, if it is determined that you have not changed your mind, you will be excommunicated.
With those words echoing in his head, Seol Pangyo turned to the apothecary and said no.
"Mae Sozer, I have no intention of engaging in vindictiveness, and neither does this inquiry…… My father has already told me not to say another word about this, so whatever you do, do it yourself."
The medicine room glared at him with disdain, then turned on its heel and strode briskly toward the middle gate.
"Hmm, okay, if that's what you mean, we'll take care of it, so stay out of it like a coward."
And with a bang, the middle door closes.
"Whoa."
Alone, Seol Pangyo sighed, looked up at the sunset sky, and muttered low.
"Yes……, when I leave here tomorrow, I'll go see the kendo master of the Ammyeong Temple, and I'll also try my hand at the martial arts of the Sun God……."
He was a kendo master in Ammyeongjeon, which meant he was a kendo master.
* * *
After dark.
After cleaning up the inside of the store, Nung Po closed up shop.
You don't think you'll have any more guests, and you want to go somewhere.
Grabbing several porridge pots filled with dumplings, he walked along the forest path, saying to himself.
"Hmmm…… is it going to be uncomfortable for me to visit?
Still, I can't help but feel bad for them.
His current destination was the home of a poor mother and daughter who had once been captured and horribly humiliated by the Black Foresters.
How many steps you took.
As you climb a high hill in the woods, you see an old house in the distance.
Then.
"Ouch!"
A piercing scream echoes through the darkened space.
It was the old house side.
It must be one of the mother and daughter.
"No way……!
The stranger's blurred bolt struck the ground with a thud! and shot forward like a beam of light.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 141 (141 of 552)