Chapter 43 Adherence to the Semi-Rotational Movement

A ten-square-meter room attached to the upper wing of the Hong Mausoleum.
“Did you manage to spill it without anyone noticing?”
Hee Bu Yong sat down in his desk chair, and the man across from him, the General Secretary No Gong, shook his head.
“Yes, we gave them the minimum amount of information so that our worker wouldn’t be noticed.”
“Okay. What’s the dynamics over there? I’m guessing they’re in the ears of the pig master by now.”
“They don’t seem to be making much of a move yet, but I’m sure they’ll react soon, if the Iron Gate Lord’s predictions are correct.”
That’s when I realized it was popular.
“Lord Danju.”
A muffled voice calls out from beyond the lattice doors.
“Uh, come on in.”
As soon as Hee-Bu-Yong gave a short reply, the master of the shadow outside the door stepped into the room.
He was the new guy who met Chuliu Heng and Ye Yunlang at the very beginning.
“I have a report. A nearby merchant who’s been monitoring the movements of the Qingdao Clan has hastily informed me that a short while ago, the head of the clan, Choi Yeon, rode off somewhere on horseback.”
Instantly, Hui Bu Yong’s eyes widened.
“Indeed…… seems to be going as expected by the Iron Gate Lord.”
Nogong nodded again, taking in the words.
“You said there would be some movement before the afternoon was over, and it looks like it’s there. I have a feeling the rest of the day will go smoothly.”
Hee Bu Yong glanced at the man who stood with his back to the lattice door and praised him.
“Nice to see you’re up to speed on everything, rookie.”
“Oh, thank you!”
The moment the man was so excited.
tuck-.
Hee-Bu-Yong pulled out a red sack and placed it on the desk.
“Take it.”
The man who saw it shook his head.
“Yes?”
“You had a hand in making this deal happen.”
“So that’s……?”
“It’s a bonus of sorts.”
“Uh…… me, is that something I can accept?”
“Why, no?”
“Oh, no, thank you, I will work harder in the future!”
Sana quickly picked up the salt packet and put it in his arms.
It was then that my gaze was caught by a golden Maitreya Buddha in the form of a cannonball on the desk in front of me.
Sparkle.
A smile that makes the world go round.
Oh, my God! Maitreya keeps smiling at me! What, you want me to have you, huh? Is that it? If I play bigger, you’ll be in my arms like this bonus?
“What the hell, wake up.”
The man flinched at Hee-Bu-Yong’s short comment.
“Yes, old?”
“You’re out of your mind. What are you coveting? I’m not smiling at you.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, I got caught up in that smile…….”
“That, that, that, I’ll betray any time I’m approached by someone with more money than me later.”
“No, no, no, no, no!”
The white-haired man held out his arms, and Hui Buyong smirked.
“Don’t freak out, I’m just kidding, I’ll take your word for it and work harder in the future and who knows, maybe you’ll get a real golden Maitreya or something.”
“Old master, I will worship you with my whole body!”
“Oh, my God, that’s awkward.”
“Yes?”
“Giving your body, that’s so naughty and nice, but I already have a wife, and if he sucks, I’ll be there to take your heart.”
“Hey, that…… doesn’t mean that…….”
The man shook his head in disbelief.
“Oh, Lord Danju. Please tone it down…….”
“What, you have such a pretty face, why do you need a pretty mouth?”
Hee Bu Yong swept her hair out of her face and looked at the man, pretending to be pretty.
“Okay, you better get out of here. I have to finish talking to Premier Noh.”
“Oh, okay…… then I’m off…….”
She muttered to herself as she walked out the door, her face blank.
Father, mother, it’s so hard to make a living.
Well, so what.
You’ll just have to figure it out.
“How many are there?
His pupils dilated as he peered into the sac.
It was enough to get me out of work for a couple of months.
‘After all, Danju is……!
He was known for never discriminating against the lesser of two evils, and for rewarding and punishing according to merit.
The bursa you’re holding in your hand is proof of that.
Aside from his occasional eccentricities, he is known to take care of his subordinates as if they were family.
“Let’s bury our bones here!
With that, he pumped his fist and stomped off.
In anticipation of the day when I’ll be rewarded with a golden maitreya for my great work.
Meanwhile, across the room, Hee Booyong clenched his jaw and recalled the words left behind by the iron stream.
-Take care of the things I give you, and bring back the silverware for the main door. I’ve written down what you need to do on this piece of paper. It’s a good way to get your foot in the door without too much effort. Do as you’re told, and your status with the Hongmiao Clan will skyrocket.
‘Chul Ryuhon…… is an interesting character, and his nonchalant demeanor makes him more believable.
When I heard the news of the death of the Hundred Moon Swordsman, Gongyun Shi, I thought that the closing of the Hundred Moon Sword Gate was a foregone conclusion, but when I met the new master of the gate, Chului Liuhun, a former disciple of the enemy, I completely changed my mind.
‘With its vast wealth, the White Sword Gate will grow faster than any other in existence, and with a half-reverted squadron master already at its gates…….’
Yes, it’s only a matter of time before we have a decent force.
“What are you thinking?”
Luo Gong’s gravelly voice shattered Hui Bu Yong’s reverie.
“Oh, I was just thinking for a moment about the potential for advancements in White House checkpoints.”
“At the end of this, we’ll have a pretty good idea of where it’s going, won’t we?”
When Noh Gong said “this work,” he was referring to the transportation of railroad trains, which was a condition of the contract.
Chul Ryu-Heon wrote on a piece of courtesy paper.
If you follow Ye Yunlang’s directions, you’ll find hundreds of nuggets of molten iron.
Hee-Bu-Yong said with a thin smile.
“The moment we get a lot of unicorns, they’re not going to be our competition anymore.”
“Yes, then our organization will be among the first in this entire Hunan region. The top of the heavenly realm’s highest ranks would not be a vague dream.”
“Arrogant pig. I bet you didn’t expect your former boss to show up as an overnight customer. Sue me.”
“Heh, heh, he was just teaching us a bad example of Sangdo.”
“That’s right, you reap what you sow. By the way, where is he?”
“On the way over, he was contemplating something in the garden over there.”
“Yeah, let’s go get acquainted and talk about this and that.”
Hui Buyong and Luo Gong left the room together and walked through the corridor.
After a while, Ye Yunlang’s backside, standing alone in the middle of a garden with various old trees, came into view in the distance.
In the moment.
Ye Yunlang gently rotates his right arm.
Tsk-!
To the right of the new car, a slender branch from a tree in that direction has fallen to the ground.
Ye Yunlang glanced in the direction of the sound and muttered to himself.
‘Somehow I felt like I was about to fall to the ground…….’
The branch had just been snapped by one of the Hong Mausoleum’s workers as he passed by with a large load.
“By the way, your shoulder is a little stiff from all the heavy bags you’ve been carrying.
He repeatedly swings his arm around.
“Huh, vaporware!”
A shrill cry erupted from the other side.
It was a hit or miss.
“Thin air?
Ye Yunlang tilted his head and questioned.
Emptiness is the study of the highest spiritual path, which involves taking things by force without touching them.
In the meantime, the hits and misses were coming.
“My, my, my, you’re doing this out of thin air…….”
“I’ve heard about you, but I’ve never seen you in person. You’re amazing.”
Ye Yunlang was inwardly embarrassed to see the two of them so admiring.
Huh? Oh, no?
I’m just rotating my arm because my shoulder is a little tight.
Hee was still excited.
“You can break a tree branch with a wave of your hand, regardless of the distance…is that really Ban Rohwan…… ouch!”
Xue Buyong’s mouth dropped open in surprise and he looked around.
“Oh, I should watch my mouth.
This was due to Chuliuhon’s warning not to reveal Ye Yunlang’s identity.
I realize that it’s a test to see how faithful the Hongmyo top is.
If rumors about Ye Yunlang spread, we would be branded as a top organization that leaks its customers’ secrets.
“Sir, you have many eyes, and I think you should refrain from using such an exquisite technique. For the sake of secrecy. Thank you for allowing me to see your precious eyes. Ho-ho-ho.”
Ye Yunlang quietly nodded and thought to himself after hearing Hui Buyong’s words.
“Hmmm, misunderstanding, but…… feels good, doesn’t it?
If you’re going to pretend to be a half-reverted warrior martial artist anyway, let’s just have fun with it.
Sorry, Investigator.
I’m embarrassed, Master.
But for the time being, we’ll borrow the identity of the Dragonmoon Red Dragon Swordmaster.
Don’t be too hard on me.
Blame it on the iron gate.
* * *
A restaurant inside the White House checkpoint.
You’ve just gotten everyone together and started dinner.
Bam!
Cheolleuhyun said bluntly as he abruptly released his chopsticks.
“What is this?”
He glances over at Joe, the on-call guy at the other table.
“Don’t make dumplings in the future.”
In a word, it was filthy tasteless.
The martial artists, on the other hand, were hungry from their tireless training and were busy devouring the dumplings, flavorful or not.
Liu Heng brushed himself off and stood up, recalling Ye Yunlang’s words in his mind.
-His dumplings were to die for. I’ve never had dumplings that tasted so good in real life.
Out the door of the restaurant, he crossed the moonlit yard.
“Hmm, I suddenly wonder what it tastes like…… What’s his name, Mengpo, and should I bring him along as my food and water man?
* * *
Red lake waves glistening like salt in the moonlight.
A customer is eating dumplings inside a shop in Neungpo, a town that used to be connected to Yeunlang.
A young man with a compliant face and clear eyes.
It was Namgung Sanglin, a direct descendant of the Namgungse family.
“Heh, heh, heh, you’ll get sick if you eat that fast.”
Ning Po brought him a glass of water with those words, and Namgung Sanglin picked up the last of the dumplings and said coolly.
“Oh, yes. The dumplings are so good, I can’t stop…… They are by far the best I’ve ever had.”
“Glad you got hit in the mouth.”
“I suddenly remembered my mom. When I was a kid…… she used to make dumplings like this often, although the flavor is different.”
Nangong Shanglin smiled bitterly, cleared his plate, drank some water, and put the money on the table.
“I had a really good meal. I’m not just saying that empty-handedly. I’ll definitely be back.”
“Yes, it’s springtime again. It’s dark, so let’s take a look.”
Sheathing his sword, Nan Gongsanglin gave a curt bow before turning on his heel and disappearing out of the shop.
A quieter space.
Meng Po sat down at one of the tables, stared out the window for a moment, and then held out his left hand.
Concurrently.
Whip-around
The plates and glasses floated like invisible hands and slid into the dishbasin on the other side.
A clever trickster.
He patted his side a few times, his gaze out the window, his voice muffled.
“It’s raining like a bitch, I can’t help but look old in a place like this, even though I’m halfway to middle age, huh.”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 44 (44 of 552)