Chapter 53 The Days Before True Education

The wide-eyed co-op suspected my ears.
“Guillotine……?
The same goes for the foliage on the side.
In the middle of the night, in the midst of a planned purge of the angel room, I heard a star sign I never expected.
It even has the star sign of the most famous super-elite, supreme assassin in the history of the Martial Arts for nearly a hundred years.
A number of questions ran through their minds.
I can’t imagine how or when Ironcloud got Guillotine involved in this.
He disappeared thirty years ago, so how did she find out where he is now? Do they even know each other? No…… is he really alive?
One.
It must be real.
He’s never been one for bullshit before.
Gyomukgak quickly regained his composure and asked a question.
“Wu, my lord, are you truly the Guillotine Yan himself, monitoring the activities of the angel room?”
Chul Ryu Hyeon nodded nonchalantly, and this time Ip Hwan’s question was followed by an exasperated one.
“My goodness, did you know in advance where the great bastard of the Warring States was staying?”
Chul Ryu-Heon received the words with a sullen face.
“I know, so I called it.”
Transparent ripples appear in the pupils of Gyomukguk and Ip-Hwan.
Did you know where he lived in advance?
What exactly did you just mean by that…….
As if reading their minds, Chuliuhon spoke up.
“This is also due to the secret location of an ancient shrine.”
At the same time, a muffled exclamation of “Ah!” escaped from the lips of the co-star, Ip Hwan.
A cave in the mountains, where Gong Yun once obtained a sword.
Tongues out, they both muttered the same thing to themselves.
“What kind of cave is this?
From the miraculous Transmutation Bone, to various elixirs, to artifacts…… and even the legendary assassin Dandu Yanla of the Warring States.
It’s like a bag of tricks that you just say the word and it pops out.
Meanwhile, the iron stain made me chuckle.
“Hmmm, it’s nice to have a cave to go around.
It’s funny, but what can you do.
He can’t even reveal that he’s actually a resurrected Martial Spirit Sword, borrowing the body of a former vegetable.
The troupe narrowed their eyes and opened their mouths again.
“So you’re saying there were clues or records of Dandujilla’s activities there, after he disappeared…….”
“Yes.”
“Heh, I didn’t realize they kept such things. What a curious place, and when did you go to see him?”
“Before training.”
“Ah……!”
The collaborative theater was a revelation.
It was a reference to the two days before the arrival of Baek Sanmun, a border patrolman.
Cheolle Liuhyeon had left abruptly with Xinfeng just after breakfast that morning, and it was now clear that she had left to confront Dandu Yanla.
One.
But there’s one big question.
“My lord, what has prompted the long-dormant Danduitis to take on this task?”
Yes, I’m curious about that.
It’s unlikely that a showcase tycoon like Dandujilla will move unless you offer him something really, really big, whether it’s money or something else.
Gyomukgak and Ip Hwan thought.
You realize that they must have made some kind of offer that made you cringe.
The answer was.
“Poop.”
Cheol Ryuheon replied with a straight face.
Il-Soon and Ip-Hwan look at each other blankly.
Huh? Shit? Suddenly? Did we hear wrong?
As the two of them stood there dumbfounded.
“They crawl for shit.”
The two pupils of Gao Mugak and Ip Hwan’s eyes lost focus as Chul Ryu Hoon spoke in an impassive voice.
No, I don’t know what the fuck that means…….
* * *
The morning two days before Baek San-moon’s visit to the Baekbak Gate.
After eating, Chu Liuhui grabbed the Red Sword from his office and went to the training grounds to announce to the people gathered for training.
“Attention, I will be out of the office until tonight.”
He shook his head and asked.
“Where are you going again this time?”
What came back was the same as always.
“Well, it’s a simple errand, just make sure you know that and don’t let anyone get lazy while I’m gone.”
“Yes, my lord!”
The Mundos, who chanted together, seemed to be expecting something.
We all know this already.
Whatever the purpose of going outside, the iron trail was meant to do good, not harm.
You only need to think about one thing.
I wonder what the next surprise will be, called…….
So there was a sense of anticipation in the air.
Soon, one of the workers called out to him, and Chulhuihyeon jumped onto his back and disappeared out of the White Sword Gate like a bolt of lightning.
Immediately afterward, Gu Yangtian spoke up.
“Let’s see, we only have two days left?”
Gu Yangzi, standing next to him, nodded slightly.
“Hmm…… tight.”
Then Gu Yangyin’s face darkened.
“I have until tomorrow to successfully unleash the power sword wind…… or I’ll be spending my next birthday in my grave.”
Gu Yangtian, Gu Yangzi shouted with an expression.
“You’re an asshole!”
“Words become seeds!”
A flustered Gu Yangyin soon threw up his hands.
“No, no, no, it’s just the situation the three of us are in. You don’t know yet if you’re going to die if you fail the training and end up doing ten thousand full body twists…….”
Gu Yangtian and Gu Yangzi received the words with trepidation.
“Yeah, well, I guess I’ll have to die.”
“It’s almost as good as dead.”
That’s when I saw a few workers, including Tae-Sa-Ja, cross the stage and head toward the front door.
“Are you going grocery shopping?”
Hearing Gu Yangtian’s words, the messenger shook his head.
“No, I’m on my way to buy a shovel. The one in the warehouse over there is so old…….”
“Oh, yeah, well, it’s time to replace some of those extensions, so go ahead and go.”
“Yes, I’ve been paid enough, so I’ll go buy a good quality shovel.”
Just as the messengers disappeared out the front door at a brisk pace.
“Come on, why a shovel? Ominously.”
Gu Yangyin frowned, and Gu Yangtian and Gu Yangzi smirked.
“Huh, are you worried they’re going to sell us a pit to bury us all in?”
“No matter how you slice it, I don’t think the master of the gate would have given such an instruction, digging the ground beforehand? That’s not something a man would do.”
* * *
“If you can’t even complete your sword training, you’re not even human.”
Chu Liuhui followed up his words with a kick to Xin Feng’s side.
“Okay, let’s get this thing running.”
Xin Feng understood and stomped the ground harder.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
Every time the front and back hooves cross, they carve a hole in the dirt.
I wonder if I’m onto something.
A sprint that doesn’t leave a big puddle like before.
Looking at the footprints in the ground, Chul’ryuun smirked.
‘You’re like a real spirit.
The power to move forward has increased, while the footprint of the downward stomp has thinned.
It’s as if he’s a light kung fu master who’s realized a new use for the Yun Xin due to the advancement of the Wu Gong Shui.
I wonder if I’ll be flying around in the sky before I know it.
It was natural.
Millennium Ginseng is said to be a “gift from the gods” and is a superlative herbal medicine whose benefits only increase over time.
This is because the hemp itself contains such a vast amount of positive energy that it can take months or even years to fully dissolve, depending on the person’s ability.
Of course, the Xin Feng is only a four-legged beast, but in the past, Chu Liu Heng had utilized the practiced bloodline techniques of the ancient martial arts to help shorten that time as much as possible.
And so, like the enlightenment of the Wulin koans, the benefits of the millennium ginseng were emerging rapidly.
I’m guessing that in a couple more months, the Yang Zheng Qi in Xin Feng’s body will be fully integrated.
After traveling for ten li, Chuliu Heng paused for a moment to listen to the riches passing by.
“Is he alive? He must be at least eighty years old.
One person popped into my head.
Guillotine.
During the time of his previous owner, the Ascended Sword Dragon Fahon, he had a great reputation as a top assassin.
Because he always cut off the heads of those he targeted, people called him the Guillotine Carrying King.
That’s what Ilshin’s nickname meant.
Indeed, Guillotine was colorful from its first appearance.
His first target, Mu Yin, was one of the leading powerhouses in the Guangdong region at the time.
Monstrous Sword King Bulbi.
The first head of the Great Monstrous Mountain Pavilion of the Sect in Guangdong Province.
King Bulbi of Gödö, the strongest of the Thirteen Thrones, minus the unrivaled powerhouse Paehon, was decapitated by a guillotine just one day before a great feast.
That’s when a letter was found next to his body.
<The monster of the depths is to have its head cut off and brought to the presence of the Great King of Yin, as a fitting punishment.
The sentence was written on the ground, along with a detailed list of the crimes King Bulbi had committed in secret.
The Assassin was the beginning of a legend.
Guillotine's reputation for steady killing has since grown to such a degree that he is often referred to by a polite four-letter epithet.
The scope of the request did not distinguish between political parties, factions, or high and low.
Instead, he only cut off heads when he investigated and found them to be wicked, and he tabooed the idea of soliciting culprits who did not know martial arts.
An unusual aspect of his killing spree was that he sought out his clients himself, sometimes without pay.
And so he retired, having killed and destroyed a total of one hundred unarmed men over the course of twenty years.
I didn't tell him to stop being a knifeman.
However, since he had been inactive for some time, everyone assumed he had retired.
That was roughly thirty years ago.
As was the case with Fahon, who suddenly turned his back on everyone and went into hiding, no one knows what happened to Dandu Yala afterward.
Just one.
Except for the Martial Sword, which was reincarnated as the Iron Stream in the modern era.
I know only too well where Dandujilla has been hiding, and why he has suddenly disappeared.
Because his retirement was related to the previous owner's divorce.
'Well, he's a specialist, so he must be desperate. We'll see when we get there.'
After a nonstop sprint, Xinfeng entered the dense forest near Baizhu.
I thought as my eyes took in the view of a part of the city in the distance.
"The Hong Mausoleum's party must have left at first light today.
When the gusts of wind raced and raced and raced, passing through a couple of small towns before reaching a deserted mountain valley.
Pods
Iron Liu Hsin pulled on the reins, slowing Xin Feng's pace.
Again, again, again……
How many times would I have followed that winding path.
The bushes rustled, and a group of men dressed in animal skins rushed out.
A band of bandits armed with swords.
A group of about twenty people spread out like a folding screen, blocking Chulryuhyeon's path.
At the head of the group, Zhang Han, a man in his thirties, his sword slung over one shoulder, glared.
"Hey, that horse you're riding looks pretty good. It's got some nice muscles, and I'd love to drive it."
Sibizo's attitude is unflappable.
Chu Liuhui met his opponent's gaze with an emotionless stare.
Yue Zhanghan tugged up one corner of his mouth and said.
"Huh, have you lost your mind already? You look like a swordsman, but don't get carried away. This body is actually from a famous clan, though it's now called Shinseidama."
It was both an intimidation and a warning that his level of martial prowess was qualitatively different from that of any other bandit.
Ironclad asks, disdainfully.
"Is it a big one?"
"Kadamada, I am in charge of this entire mountain valley, so please be quiet……."
"Well, that's a hundred people, and you've got a lot of money."
Zhang Han's eyebrows furrowed as Chu Liuhui interrupted him.
"Heh……, look at you, you cocky bastard."
Sudden.
Push-it-!
Xin Feng snorted and snorted, his entire body emitting a mysterious aura.
The bandits were perplexed.
Ugh! What's that? No, I mean, what's the horse smoking?
Chu Liuhui's voice reached Zhang Han's ears.
"You heard the rumors, right?"
"What?"
"A madman who rode a mad horse and robbed bandits."
"……!"
"That's me."
At the same time, the faces of Zhang Han and the other bandits turned to stone.
Oh…… fuck…… that was the asshole?
"This is the first time I've ever gutted a big one, and it sounds like a lot of fun."
The iron stream then struck Xin Feng in the side with his foot.
Bam-!
The earthy winds began to rage like an angry beast.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 54 (54 of 552)