Chapter 55 Guillotine

Gunmunsan has long been a famous alpine mountain and one of the most rugged and beautiful mountains in the entire Hunan region.
The spires tower above the clouds in extraordinary splendor, and the limestone geologic escarpment stretches out like a folding screen beneath them.
And the primeval forests that covered the endless expanse of land in green.
As such, Mount Kunmun and its surrounding sacred forests boasted scenery that could be said to be unparalleled not only in Hunan, but on the entire continent.
Maybe it’s because it’s off the beaten path.
The mystery and wonder of the place, as well as the wildness of the atmosphere, overpowered all other scenic spots, and literally epitomized the beauty of Mount Mangogang.
If there was a masterpiece of nature created by the heavenly gods, it would be Gunmunsan.
Since when.
On a plateau in the middle of Gunmunsan Mountain, a house arose.
How many people realize that someone’s home exists in this remote, untouched place?
The backdrop of the house was also unique.
The steep rock walls were pierced by a cave with an indigo sky, reminiscent of an auspicious, unknown landscape.
Amidst the singing of all manner of mountain birds.
Daughter strands.
The door to the house opened and an older man in conference clothes walked out into the yard.
He was of moderate height and ruggedly handsome, but it was hard to guess his age from his appearance.
Sixties? Seventies?
His hair is mostly tousled, but his face is not wrinkled, which makes him seem alien.
“Hey, where’d you go hunting, and are you going to the eastern valley again to stay the night?”
After muttering that, the old man gazed at the mountain stream below him, then suddenly picked up the cultivation wooden sword lying on the side of the yard.
The handle has a semi-glossy sheen to it, indicating that it’s been in use for quite some time.
“Hmm, this wooden sword is getting pretty old.
The old man’s eyes narrowed.
Why.
Suddenly, his right hand moved quickly.
Shirrit, shirrit-!
The wooden sword traced a series of trajectories in his swift hand, emitting a sharp sound.
The flow of the sword is smooth, reflective of intense kendo study.
Shh , shh – Shhh – Chararat – !
Whenever Usui’s wooden sword slices through the wind, a transparent wave of energy resembling azirang spreads in all directions.
I close my eyes and swing my sword, but my body doesn’t shake much.
It was a demonstration of his mastery of center and balance.
A swordsmanship that requires the least amount of movement for the most effect, and a swordsmanship that focuses on offense over defense.
“I’ve been pounding away for twenty seconds nonstop, but…… is not getting anywhere.
In the old man’s mind, he sees an opponent who holds and wields a sword just like his own.
I did.
He was currently performing an imaginary secret service.
The wooden sword darted forward in a series of terse lines, slamming into the front of his opponent’s head.
Shh , shh – Shh … Chuchuun – !
It’s almost as if the tip and blade are the only parts of the body that aren’t lethal.
It was flesh.
An assassin’s diet whose primary goal is to take the life of another.
In fact, for professional killers, the knife’s operation is swift and simple, with the primary goal of eliminating the target in a short amount of time.
But the old man was different.
The wooden sword he was wielding now was only fast on the surface, but it contained a secret transformation within it that could be said to be a first-rate sword of the prestigious Great Sect.
However.
“Mmm!
It didn’t work on the opponent in my head.
He defended perfectly against a wide variety of swordsmanship, and then gained the upper hand by threatening with his overly technical swordplay.
The old man, now overwhelmed, closed his eyes and frowned slightly.
‘Strong! As always.’
A normal swordsman would have been decapitated before his blade.
Bullishness switched to bearishness.
But the opponent was still solid.
It was like a wall that could never be crossed.
Even if it’s just in your head.
It’s a no-brainer.
In his mind’s eye, the opponent was the Ascended Sword Dragon Fahon, the first Lord of the Dragonmoon Gate, who had been the greatest loser of the entire Great Martial Realm.
A moment.
Pod-!
Unable to withstand Fahon’s formidable swordplay, the old man’s eyes widened and he flipped over, unleashing a strand of fierce sword Qi.
Shkaak-!
The sword qi shot forward and slammed into a boulder.
tsk, tsk-.
Soon a large crack opened up and the boulder shattered into pieces, scattering dizzily into the air.
Hoo-doo-doo, hoo-doo-doo, hoo-doo……
A thin smile tugged at the corners of the old man’s mouth as countless shards fell to the ground.
In the end, it’s your loss.
Kishil’s last second sword move was nothing more than a viciously executed slash after he’d been stabbed in the chest by an imaginary Faehorn.
“Huh…… how can you not tolerate a single defeat, so that the star of this body, whose name is Guan Yu, is shabby?
Monoceros regent.
That was the old man’s true identity, a master swordsman who had once written the myth of the suicide swordsman and then disappeared into obscurity.
“Whoa.”
After catching his breath, he set his wooden sword aside and went to the shed to retrieve one of the hind legs of the roe deer he had killed yesterday.
After a bit of hand-wringing, I realized it was because the market was expensive.
After preparing the mud and wood, Sopheo lit the fire, then skinned the hind legs and applied a thick layer of mud.
Ta-da, ta-da…… ta-da……!
I place the mud-slathered meat on the flaming coals and wait a few minutes, and the smoke rises.
“We grilled meat and talked to each other that day.
The flames superimposed Fahon’s face over the flames.
It was fall, that time of year.
The last time I saw Fahon’s face.
“It was an unexpected encounter.
And just like that, he dredged up a memory from thirty years ago.
* * *
At the age of forty-eight, Xue Fei received his one-hundredth killing commission, completed it without a mistake as usual, and quietly left the clan.
It was the end of a twenty-year career as a hitman.
It was a decision I made early on, and I have no regrets.
After setting foot on the mountain, he searched for a place to live for a few days, found a plateau where no foragers or hunters were looking, and began to build a house.
One.
A few days later, an elderly man showed up.
Cleanly dressed and shrewdly focused, he was the oldest Ascended Sword Dragon Fahon of his time, who officially retired around the same time.
“Oops, Master Fang, what brings you here……?”
His unexpected appearance puzzled the spherical figure.
“Heheh. Don’t bother calling me Moonju, just call me Senior. Anyway, I’m late, I’ll have to find another place.”
Fahon smirked, and Xue Fei let go of the extension and bowed his head slightly.
“I haven’t heard from you in a while. Are you looking for a place to hide out?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”
“Never mind. I’ve got other places to go. By the way, I see you’re out of the business, too.”
“Yes. It’s been a while since I’ve thought about a life like this.”
“Everybody has a story, and since I’m here, I’d like to stay the night, if that’s okay with you?”
“Sure, sure. We have alcohol and roe deer meat.”
“Very well, but you can’t get it for free. I’ll show you my private sword style in a sword dance. It’ll be enough to pay for your drinks and food, hehehe.”
“I…… then can I ask for a bimu instead of a sword dance?”
“Bimu?”
“Yes. I’d like to know how far I’ve come since you and I shared a handshake all those years ago, and that’s the last thing I want to know.”
Fahon smiled at the polite request, and Chapter returned the favor.
“Gladly.”
The duel between the Ascended Sword Dragon, the most powerful man in the Martial Realm, and the Daoist Daggerflame, the most powerful man in the Martial Realm.
Of course, it was never officially recorded.
Nervousness and triumph mingled in the air as he stood face to face with Fahon, his sword drawn.
This is the third time today.
I’ve been defeated by Fahon twice in the past when he asked me for a secret duel to test my mettle.
The first was forty sums and the second was fifty sums.
We wondered what the end of the rainbow would be.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d treat this like a real job.”
“Heh heh. Of course you’d better…… or I’m going to get hurt badly. You think it’s going to be easy for me to take your knife?”
“You’re too kind.”
With those words, Seopyo set a goal in his mind.
“Let’s hold on for seventy sums!
Fahon conceded the initiative with a wave of his hand, and Xue Fei immediately cast Swift Sword alongside his Lightning Strike.
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop!
The stinging clash of sword against sword echoes through the mountains.
Their sparring had reached forty, fifty, sixty, and more.
Fahon praised his opponent’s fierce knife skills as they split their hands.
“You’ve made progress.”
In fact, he was in awe of the words.
“This is amazing!
You can’t even open your mouth for fear of exposing your flaws.
When you’ve just passed the seventy sum.
Tsk-tsk-!
With a metallic, eardrum-splitting crack, the new model of the Sect retreated back a dozen paces.
“Ugh!
A frowning grimace.
The power of Fahon’s Dragonblade had shaken the blood from his veins, leaving him with internal injuries.
The contrast between the two was as stark as the last two draws.
His breathing was noticeably labored.
Fahon’s hiding, on the other hand, was too calm.
This is due to the mystical mystique of the Martial Spirit Sword, which can only be manifested by reaching the level of the Eternal Void.
The sword was sheathed, and the gray-haired Xue Fei clasped his hands together in praise.
“You’ve taught me a lot, and I see you’ve become stronger for it.”
Fahon smirked and said, “You’re right.
“You’ve grown up, too. In the old days, that sword herb would have turned my heart inside out. Conversely, I wouldn’t be happy with any part of my body if this were a hand-to-hand combat situation.”
“I’m humbled that you think so highly of me. Anyway, it’s kind of cool…… to end my life like this.”
“Heh, heh, who knows, maybe they’ll go into seclusion, and for some reason they’ll raise a new huin, and they’ll get to know each other. Of course, Mr. Nobu has no intention of doing so, but who can say what the future holds for ……?”
“Hahaha, that’s right, I’ll do the fortune telling first and then bring out the food.”
They ate, drank, and talked a lot that night and didn’t fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning.
The next morning, when he woke up, …… Pahon had already left.
That was their third and final encounter.
* * *
The old man muttered to himself as he searched his memory.
‘Hmm…… too many years have passed for him to still be alive.’
And then, suddenly, he let out a blood-curdling laugh.
He remembered having a drink with Fahon and telling him his secret.
-My first inscription to my mentor…… I was the mysterious beast that killed the infamous Seven Deadly Beasts of the Seven Guards.
-What? Is that true?
-Yes, it was the one and only secret killing of my assassin life, and as you know, he went to the back room to take a shit and got Chapter.
-If so, in the shitter…….
-Hahaha! That’s right. It’s a very cautious creature, so I couldn’t find a way to kill it, so I ended up hiding in it.
– Heh heh heh, heh heh heh! Didn’t the shit go up?
-Aigo, don’t tell anyone. I almost died. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about it. Hahahaha!
Not really.
kung…… kung…… kung…… kung……!
A heavy rumble from somewhere mingled with the sound of burning wood.
The feeling of being stuck in a rut came quickly.
Xue Fei’s face hardened as he realized that the courtesy oscillation was approaching at breakneck speed.
“Someone is driving a horse and radiating qigong!
Shortly afterward, there was a loud bang, and a figure burst through the dense woods off to the side and into the yard.
Kakakakak- kakakakak-!
Scratching at the ground against a cloud of dust, the man’s identity was Iron Flow and Xinfeng.
Xue Fei shook his head.
“Who is it?
Cancer is a familiar face.
At that moment, our eyes met, and Chului Liuhua said bluntly.
“He’s alive. Poop knifeman.”
“…….”
Xue Fei stared at him in disbelief, then gave him a cold glare.
Huh, crazy…… what the hell?
For the first time in thirty years, I feel alive.
by a guy I’ve never met in my life.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 56 (56 of 552)