Chapter 156 Who to look for

Wet Ye cried out in horror as the fine wire of the black monk’s sword pierced the flesh at the nape of her neck.
“Why, why are you doing this!”
The stonecutter next to him chimed in.
“That’s too much, I think you should stop.”
But Naraehyang didn’t even glance in that direction, instead moving her crimson lips near Wet Ye’s ear.
“Yeah, why am I doing this? Huh?”
“…….”
Wet Yeo didn’t know whether to reach for the scabbard or not.
One wrong move and you could really be decapitated.
“Shit, what am I going to do?
The Black Monk of Naraehyang is a weapon as sharp as a blade, and his martial prowess is as exquisite as the Five Great Beasts.
That’s it.
Forgive.
Yes.
It’s better to be patient.
It is very likely that you will die a gruesome death in between sword thrusts.
Even if someone else helps, it’s hard to be sure that…… will be safe.
Indeed, there is no one else in the entirety of this realm who can challenge the majesty of the Black Seer Myohui.
The only way to save your life is to somehow get through to him through conversation.
A creepy voice that keeps coming back to haunt you.
“You’re stupid. What, you’re so scared your head won’t turn?”
A naked killing glint flashed in Naraehyang’s eyes.
I think it’s more frightening because it’s atypical.
Wet Ye gulped down the dry spit and asked cautiously.
“Is there a reason…… you mentioned the Bamboo Goddess?”
“Are you finally getting your head around this?”
Naraehyang’s vague half-sentence was even more questionable.
‘Chick, what is it? If you’re harassing me for calling the Bamboo Goddess a little girl, I don’t understand it anymore…….’
A thirty-year-old bamboo goddess, Zhen Zi Lin was a wandering adept who appeared as a comet in the Jiangxi region about five years ago and rose to prominence.
She was classified as one of the Four Great Women of Jiangxi Province because of her bizarre behavior, and she was included in that category regardless of her status.
The reason why the star of the Jijirim is the Bamboo Forest Goddess is because the first place she made a big impact was in the bamboo forest near Pohyang Lake, a scenic spot in the Gangseo region.
She’s heard a lot of rumors and information about the Four Great Women over the years.
One.
I’ve never heard of a single instance of Ji-Rim and Naraehyang being close to each other.
That’s why it doesn’t make sense at first glance.
It is what it is.
There’s no reason to call her a childish bitch.
Then Naraehyang’s crimson lips opened.
“To be more precise, …… bamboo goddess has been lumped into the same category as me for some time now. You’ve been lumped in with me by a bunch of fire-breathers, with the unseemly title of the Deadly Goddess. Can you see it now?”
Huo Ye suddenly understood the hidden meaning.
‘So by talking down to the Bamboo Goddess, you’re also looking down on yourself, the Sage Goddess? You’re crazy, you can’t use that kind of pressure……!
It was ridiculous.
You’re just scratching the surface.
In the past, Tang Mugao’s martial arts skills, which were said to have been shared with the local powerhouse Ammyung Jeonju Mingbu Sword Car, were provoked to sneak a taste, but Naraehyang’s judgment was twisted. …….
The chilling voice creeps back into your ear.
“You can’t cut me down in a horde, and you’ve heard of my earlier slaying of a spinning swordsman.”
He was once a top-ranked master in Sapa, Hunan province, who died four years ago after a life-and-death fight with Naraehyang that ended with his limbs being cut off.
It’s a fight that’s still talked about among many people, and one that Wet Yeo, who is from the same region, would never know.
“No…… of course…… aldamada.”
“At that time, the line swordsman had a reputation of being comparable to Honan Omuze, so I wonder what level of swordsmanship…… you have. You’re probably quite confident, so you’re provocative by saying such things, right?”
“That, that…….”
“How about you become the representative of this region and prove to me that you’re not so martial that you can beat up the Bamboo Goddess or the Heavenly Enemy over there? Show me that Hunan will never be under Kangxi.”
Naraehyang meant it.
The soft, fleshy, flowing eye color speaks for itself.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she swallowed hard, her eyes rolling back in her head.
‘Damn it, if this crazy bitch gets her way, I’m going to…….’
It’s like the shadow of death is looming over you.
The intangible airway pressing against the back of my head is enough to suffocate me.
Meanwhile.
Tang Mugai, a natural born fighter, crossed his arms as leisurely as the fire across the river and mocked inwardly.
‘ Hehehe … Dude , what a face very It’s amazing . If it goes on like that On the floor Sit down Even urine It’ll be cheap .’
Ilsun the Tigerblade casts Full Mouth Mill.
<Live and let live. You're going to end up dead, don't you think we should stop you?
The target was Moo Doan Gourmet.
"Whoops…… what the heck.
Frowning, Gummi didn't dare to step forward.
It's inevitable.
I'm afraid that I'm going to end up in Chapter again.
Her martial arts skills, which were said to be vicious, were not really under my control.
As a Nangyin from the same Hunan region, I had played bimu before, so I knew the skill very well.
However, …… Naraehyang came from behind and showed off an overwhelming lead.
It was a level that Gomi himself could never replicate.
It was an eye-opener.
Like the Honam Oumu Festival here, it is the strongest in the Gangseo region.
'I honestly expected some nerves, but I didn't expect…… things to go this way.'
Ganyu muttered to himself and glanced over at Tang Mugai, who was standing nearby with his arms crossed.
'He's the only martial artist here who can handle her, but he's just standing by and watching, so we have no choice but to try and stop her somehow…….'
He watched for a moment longer, then turned to the stonewriter off to one side and gestured for him to act.
Not really.
Shhh.
Naraehyang's creepy glare lingered on Ganyu's face.
"If you interfere, you'll die, too."
The gnomes and gargoyles flinched as they realized what was going on.
'……!'
Tang Moge raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"Foot. Hey, Mr. Ebony. Do you want me to wipe your sweat? Why are you acting like a honey-eaten mute all of a sudden? I asked you, are you willing to prove your strength as the representative of the Hunan region's martial arts? Were you too scared to listen?"
Hearing those words, Wet Ye's face flushed with shame and anger.
Moment.
Turning his head, Naraehyang said with a jerk of his chin.
"You'd better keep your mouth shut, too."
That's right, a horse for the tang.
"What……?"
"You think I'm trying to make you feel better about yourself?"
"……!"
Tang Mugai was speechless.
However, Naraehyang's attitude was that he didn't care.
"Stay out of it, unless you want to die of a cracked jaw."
Tang Mugai, who had been crying, unknowingly grabbed the sack of iron.
It's a statement that should be enough to make you angry.
However.
"Fuck!
I cursed under my breath, but I didn't let my belligerent temper get out.
I wasn't sure I could handle the situation after the verbal confrontation.
He managed to regain his composure and soon loosened his grip on the iron sack.
'Pair, shame on you…… By the way, why doesn't the guy who created this place ever show up? Chet, if anyone dies here, it's his fault!
Naraehyang narrowed his eyes and said.
"Now, come on, you're giving me a chance to show off your skills in front of me, show me with that sword that the precedents of the line examination don't apply to you."
Wet Ye spoke in a low voice, her expression grim.
"Oh, what I said earlier was…… an obvious slip of the tongue. I sincerely apologize. I didn't mean to disrespect you……."
It's a necessary choice to preserve one's life.
But Naraehyang wasn't satisfied with that kind of gritty attitude.
"Apologize, of course. Now, go ahead and rack your brains again. What to say to me."
"What do you mean……."
"Stupid. You should be begging."
"……!"
"Do you want me to kneel down? Break it."
Biting her lip, Wet Ye squeezed her eyes shut and spoke again.
"Buy…… alive. I've done wrong. Please……."
Having thus shown the end of his fortitude, he was so humiliated that he pumped his fists in the air.
Naraehyang finally let out a sigh of satisfaction and wore the black monk on his sleeve.
"Whoo-hoo-hoo, good, I know my life is precious."
Shi Mo Pil and Gong Mi, who had been watching for a while, each shook their heads slightly in disbelief.
Tang Mugai inwardly clucked his tongue as Wet Ye stumbled over and sat down, leaning his back against one of the walls.
'Black Seung Myeong Hee…… is a woman not to be messed with. No, it's hard enough to get a grip before then. In any case, that fierce skirt wind can't be withstood by anyone other than a fellow filth. Poor thing, why provoke it anyway…….'
The mood is heavy, like being crushed by a boulder.
Then.
……
The faded door slid open, and a black-clad man in a bamboo jacket stepped inside.
"Is everyone here?"
The man who organized today's secret meeting has finally arrived.
As all eyes turned in that direction, Tang Wuling let out a furious roar.
"Hey, you're late, did you rot both your legs on the way home, ugh!"
Then the black-clad man who had stopped walking lifted the tip of the bamboo stalk slightly to reveal his face.
"I apologize."
He looked to be in his fifties.
One.
The intangible prayers that hovered around the new car, wrapped in its black robes, were never out of the ordinary.
It's as if there's a darkness inside you that never ends.
After briefly studying Tang Mugai, Naraehyang, and the others' faces, Black Poet rummaged in his bosom and pulled out five large bills before continuing.
"Take it. It's enough money to change your life once and for all, so…… everybody, once you get it, you're going to have to follow it."
Moving quickly, Tang Mugai's eyes took in the amount of money written on the slip, and a huge grin spread across his face.
"Kahaha, kahaha, kahaha, man, I could play with this for the rest of my life!"
Naraehyang and the others took the slips one by one and checked the amounts.
And then the mouth of the traumatized Black Poet opens again.
"The name of the old man you need to find is …… Gamtai. He lives in Wuyi Village and has disappeared."
* * *
Sack, sack, sack……
A figure moved silently through the lush undergrowth outside Lunga's compound until it came to a stop beside a large dead tree.
'Oh my god, what's that, that must be an empty house, what's the big deal…….'
Yin Ying stares at the abandoned house beyond the bushes, and it turns out to be none other than Dandu Yan's late disciple, Qu Lan.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 157 (157 of 552)