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Chapter 104




Chapter 104

After leaving the Sichuan Tang Family, Bu Eun-sul headed southward with a smile on her face.
While riding in the carriage, Bu Eun-sul was reading the letter from Tang Fei.
The memorization techniques listed in this tome were not very advanced, but they were detailed enough to cover the fundamentals of memorization techniques.
“I can see why the foundation of the Heavenly Rock Art is non-dojo.
According to the Bisubogam, the art of the secret arts does not simply rely on speed and technique. Rather, it seeks the steadfastness of the caster’s heart and mind when unleashing the secret weapon.
It was in line with the principle of sword unity, in which accomplished swordsmen unite their swords with their minds.
‘What a Sichuanese.
There are schools and masters that have been passed down through the generations for a reason.
Tang Fei, who seemed so fierce and cold, was also a master of memorization who was more than capable of leading Sichuan Tangmen.
There was also a strong overlap between the techniques and methods of Bidokujutsu.
That’s a stable force distribution.
To deliver a powerful punch, he needed a strong lower body, with power flowing through his back and fists. Rain needs the same conditions to be able to shoot quickly.
All rivers run into the sea.
The martial arts may seem to have many branches, but in the end, the flow and summarizing statements all boil down to one thing.
“But…… you left out the best part of the secret art.
In order to reach the pinnacle of the art, he needed to maximize the sensation of his fingers.
Masters of memorization are said to see, hear, and feel everything with their fingertips.
But the secret is in the vision, and Danga was no exception.
“It’s a shame, but it is what it is.
In the meantime, the carriage had reached the southern capital.
Upon entering the city, Bu Eun-sul stopped her carriage and stayed with Black Mark in a nearby guest room.
Black Pyo, who had been following Bu Eunseol wordlessly, couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer and spoke up.
“Mr. Confucius, what are you looking for?”
He looked at Bu Eun-sul, who was sitting upright and staring out the window, and asked again.
“I’m guessing you’re here for a reason.”
After a moment of silence, Bu Eun-sul slowly spoke up.
“The reason I came to Kangho this time was to take the practical martial arts of the main office to the next level.”
“More than now?”
“Sure. But you’ll be wandering around in circles and wasting time.”
Through her experience with the Sichuan Tang family, Bu Eun-sul learned two things.
If you keep going strong, your identity will eventually be discovered.
And even if you wander the land, you’re not going to have as many opportunities to fight the big boys as you think.
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying.”
“You can’t just go up to the big boys and challenge them.”
“Ah.”
Blackpaw let out a gasp of understanding.
He knew that Bu Eun-sul was thirsty for a fight with the mighty.
But there was a problem.
Bu Eun-sul’s skills were among the best among the younger generation, which made it difficult for him to find a cilantro that could properly mix with his sword.
“But I don’t think there’s a master in Nanjing who can hold his own with Confucius.”
Bu Eun-sul laughed uncharacteristically.
“Isn’t this a place of red tents?”
The teepee.
It is the largest Nangyin market in Seomyeo, three to four times the size of Dongpyo Market in Guizhou.
Unlike the East Gate, which is mainly used for business from the outside world, the West Gate attracts business from all over the Middle Kingdom.
“Do you mean to say that Confucius will become a romantic?”
“It doesn’t mean I’m going to be a wimp, it just means I’m going to find the easy winners.”
“But to become a romantic, you’d have to change your identity completely.”
Bu Eun-sul has been making a name for herself in the martial arts ever since she won the Dongpyo Seo and Bi-Sword competitions.
Suddenly, the idea of leaving behind the reputation you’ve built up and living a life of romance is beyond ridiculous.
“I know. I’ll just have to change my hair.”
“I see Confucius was practicing transitive math, too.”
After Black Mark’s admiration, Bu Eunseol drew her Phantasmal Reverse Osteotomy.
His face contorted slightly, his once sharp jawline blunted.
Woodduck.
The hollowing has been significantly augmented in the meantime, making it very light and easy to change the facial skeleton.
As the skeleton was broadened, the large eyes were narrowed a bit and the bridge of the nose was lowered a bit.
He then slicked his long hair back into a wild bun, transforming him into the ubiquitous Nangin samurai.
“Does this mean I can change my face to…… at will?”
Black Mark opened his mouth to speak, but Buunsul shook his head.
“It’s just a little shifting of facial muscles and bones.”
“Oh, I see.”
The black marks were primarily intelligence hunters who were tasked with digging up intimate information.
Therefore, he had been practicing a technique similar to the reverse osteopathy used by Bu Eun-sul.
“Then I’ll change my face a bit too.”
Totok.
However, the black marks don’t have a very high level of penetration, so they don’t change the skeleton much.
Nevertheless, the change in her eyes and the increased cheekbones made her look like a different person.
“What do you think, Confucius?”
“They’ve changed the dragon’s hair, but the overall awkwardness remains. The sleekness is still there.”
“What?”
When you transform, you don’t just change your face. You have to become a different person altogether.”
“Someone else…….”
“Yes, and to do that, you have to change the things you carry with you, even your clothes. Most importantly, you have to change your voice, your eyes. And even your thoughts.”
Black Mark said, unable to hide his surprise.
“I see what you’re saying, but I’m not sure how to change…….”
“I’m sure the commandments aren’t the only martial art in the main hall.
After a moment’s deliberation, Bu Eun-sul imparted the teachings of the Commandment Guidance Technique.
After listening to the interpretation of the law, Black Mark’s eyes widened in admiration.
“I see,” I thought, “why is it that I’ve always been so good at transforming, but it just feels wrong and awkward?”
The black mark is so gifted that if you teach one, you enlighten ten.
As she quickly realized the significance of the commandment spell and began to change her face and eyes again, Bu Eun-sul smiled.
‘That’s what it feels like.
Suddenly, he remembered the look in Sau’s eyes as he gazed back at him from the inferno map.
Passing on what you know to someone else who’s brilliant.
It gave me a strange feeling, like I was creating an alter ego of myself.
“But what are you going to do about the silent sword?”
The Muk sword was very recognizable, as not only the hilt but also the scabbard had a mysterious dark color.
“I’ve already prepared it for you.”
Bu Eunseol shuffled around in the box, this time mixing up a bunch of different chemicals, and began to apply them to Mukgum’s exterior.
And then the inky sheen of his sword was replaced by a plain, rusty longsword.
“Mr. Confucius, won’t that prevent you from using the sword?”
No matter how carefully you paint, the color will not absorb into the sword.
If it were to collide with another unit while infused with Qi, the paint would easily fall off.
“I won’t be using it for a while.”
Bu Eun-sul looked down at her hands.
During his life as a nangyin, he intends to use the kung fu of the kung fu horse, not the kung fu of the martial arts.
“Are you saying you’re going to use the right hand?”
“Yes.”
Black Mark looked puzzled.
Nangyagak has produced generation after generation of great masters, but they all used the sword. Not a single one made a name for himself with the sword.
‘I wonder if Nangyagak had kung fu.
Swallowing hard, the black mark spoke carefully.
“Shouldn’t we still have an armory?”
“I’m going to use the vido.”
Buunsul lifted his sleeve and a sharp vido was suddenly revealed over his fingers.
On his way to Nanjing, Bu Eun-sul has completely memorized the secret treasure he received from Tang Fei. Today, he stops at a shop as well as a smithy and buys several sacks of holy swords.
“Wouldn’t it be too risky…… to seal your identity?”
“Of course, if I ever have to draw my sword, I will.”
Bu Eun-sul rubbed her hands together and smiled thinly.
“That’s why we go to the Nangin Market.”
“……Yes.”
Black Mark swallowed hard.
If someone else had said this, Blackie would have laughed inwardly.
Being caught off guard is the battle of the masters. To fight in real combat while hiding your true colors is to play with your life.
But when she said it, it didn’t seem funny or arrogant at all.
“How many disciplines did Confucius master?
In fact, it sent chills down his spine to think that Bu Eun-sul had mastered not only swordsmanship, but also a variety of cutting techniques.
“What are you looking at?”
“What? Oh, no.”
When he came to his senses, Black Mark changed his eyes, his tone of voice, and even his clothes.
Then the sleek, shiny feel disappeared, and it became a little dull.
“What do you think, Confucius?”
“That’s good.”
“Oh, good. But there’s something else I’m worried about.”
“What?”
“The Red Cliffs is a place where you’ll find a lot of romantics, but you’ll also find a lot of criminals and losers with hidden identities.”
Unlike Dongpyo Seorang, which maintains a strict system of order under Lang Zhu’s leadership, the Red Cloth Lodge is a place where anything can be done for a price.
It was a place where many criminals with hidden identities gathered, and where romantic battles were fought.
“I’m afraid I’m going to go there for nothing, and Confucius will plant something uncomfortable.”
“The more the merrier.”
Bu Eun-sul bared her white teeth and smiled.
“I hope there’s a lot of strong mangs.”
The next day.
Exiting the carriage, Bu Eun-sul and Black Mark drove past Guandao and stopped in front of a large building on the outskirts of Nanjing.
A large, citadel-like gate was painted red, with a glittering flag taped to the top.
The teepee.
The Nangin Market, where Nangin people from not only Seomseo but also Hunan and Hubei work, was built to look like a manor house.
“Mr. Confucius. This way.”
The gates of the red tent were wide open, with no sign of the many revelers coming and going.
When I entered, I saw a hall labeled as the Teaching Hall, and there were many martial artists wandering around.
When you walk in, the first thing you’ll see is a large wooden board with the word “free contract” written on it.
There were papers with dense writing on them, and a group of writers huddled together.
Presumably, it’s a notification board for ghostwriters to get work.
“Big.”
Bu Eun-sul was impressed.
I’ve heard it’s large compared to yours, but I didn’t realize it was as stylishly decorated as yours.
Inside the luxuriously decorated water pavilion, dozens of bulkheads were erected, and in front of them stood a dais.
And the poets were conversing or exchanging words with the figures in the canvas in front of them.
It was probably a place to get work done in secret, or to get paid for work done.
“I wish I had a lot of work to do to fight the big boys.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Black Mark spoke in a low voice.
“Mr. Confucius. In order to get a job, you must first register as a nangin.”