Chapter 125

The black mark was a bit sullen as Nangongun returned to Sega.
Without the daily chatter, the void is felt greatly.
“Mr. Confucius. Where will you go now?”
Black Pyo asked Bu Eunseol, who was sitting at the table writing something with a quill.
“Where to…….”
Putting down her brush, Buunsul looked out the open window.
We’ve been going strong for almost a year now.
I fought a lot of strong people, but I didn’t know how strong they were. I just did the best I could.
As Bu Eunseol stood there dumbfounded, Black Mark asked cautiously.
“Why don’t we rent a carriage first?”
“Sure.”
After leaving the guest room, Bu Eun-sul headed to the station to rent a carriage.
It had always been the black mark’s job to negotiate the price of carriages, so he stepped up to the plate.
As they approached the station, a man approached Bu Eun-sul and politely pointed to the carriage in front of him.
“Ride in this carriage. Confucius.”
The man’s appearance was plain, but his muscles were strong and his eyes were fierce.
He leaned in close to Bu Eun-sul and whispered in a very low voice.
“My lord has commanded me to return to the palace as soon as possible.”
Swollen Snow’s eyes twinkled.
It turns out that this man was a member of the Fengyun, Nangyagak’s intelligence squadron.
‘The Great Lord has been following my every move.
In her mind’s eye, she saw the face of Feng Yun, who was always worried about her, even though she was cold.
“Do you have to go right now?”
The man muttered in response to Bu Eunseol’s question.
“That’s right. I’ve already arranged for a coachman.”
Hearing this, Bu Eun-sul fell into deep thought.
“Black marks.”
“Yes.”
“For the time being, I will take care of the business of the Cabinet.”
Bu Eunseol pulled a pamphlet out of her bosom and held it out to Black Pyo.
“In the meantime, go back to your tutor and familiarize yourself with this.”
When Black Mark accepted his paycheck, he found a sword with the words “Short Sword Totalized” written on the outside.
“This is…….”
“Other than memorization, you’ve been using daggers.”
Bu Eun-sul knew that Black Mark liked to use daggers, so he wrote down a summary of dagger techniques based on the martial arts he had learned.
“You mean you used…… for me again?”
“It was for me.”
That was half true.
Studying and revisiting what he had learned was an act of deepening his martial arts education.
“Okay, I’ll do my best to learn.”
Black Mark politely folded his arms.
Dong didn’t say anything about gratitude or loyalty. I’ll use all the abilities I’ve gained as a rank to help Bu Eunseol anyway.
“Hold on till we meet again. Confucius.”
Nodding, Bu Eunseol climbed into the carriage and the man drove the horse with skill.
Black Mark’s eyes deepened as he watched the departing carriage as it approached.
I had a premonition that it would be a long time before I would see her again.
“I need to be stronger.”
Black Mark clutched at the secret weapon in his bosom.
All I can do now is work hard on my martial arts so that when I’m reunited with Bu Eun-sul, I’ll be stronger.
* * *
Dulcet.
The speed of the fast-moving wagon gradually slowed down.
It was a long journey from Anho to Gumisan, taking fourteen days. Bu Eun-sul was constantly working on the carriage.
Ooooh.
As the orb nears its end, a reddish glow fades around his body.
When the Antipolar Heart Method reached the end of the third layer, the antipolarized light in the pupils gradually extended to the physical body.
“You’ve gotten deeper.
Not only were the internal wounds from the battle with the Masked Man healed, but they were also deepened.
“It’s a strange thing.
It’s almost mathematically impossible to get deeper every time you recover from an internal injury.
This is because bones and muscles become stronger with repeated healing and recovery, but organs lose their elasticity the more they are injured and can easily shift out of position.
This is why sometimes, after suffering a deep internal wound, a martial artist may not recover.
“Are you telling me we’re already in the sacrificial circle?
When one reaches the ritual stratum of the Antipolar Heart Law, one is constantly energized.
This makes them malleable and allows them to recover quickly from internal injuries.
But the water level is still below the third tier, so why is this happening?
Tweet.
Meanwhile, the sound of chirping birds can be heard outside the window. Before you know it, you’re near Gummisan.
“You’ve arrived.”
Hearing a voice from the coachman’s seat, Snow slowly dismounted from the carriage.
The coachman’s eyes were clear and sharp after fourteen days of nonstop carriage driving, except when he rested his horses.
This was no ordinary coachman, but a martial artist, perhaps a master.
“Thanks to you, I’m here in peace.”
The coachman waved his hand as Bu Eun-sul pulled the slip from his bosom and held it out.
“I’ve already been paid.”
“It’s just something I give.”
The coachman bowed his head as Bu Eun-sul handed the slip back to him.
“Thank you.”
Dalkaq. Dalkak.
As the carriage pulled away, Bu Eun-sul looked up at Gummi Mountain with new eyes.
“It’s been a year.
After a moment of reflection, he opened the gates and began to climb Gummi Mountain.
Self.
A pale shadow, Buunseol’s newcomer quickly ascended to the midpoint of Nangyagak.
Passing through the wide open gate, we see a small saint-like landscape. After passing through the cobblestone streets and entering the alley, we see a small house that Buunsul himself repaired.
Bu Eun-sul took a deep breath.
“You’re back.
It’s like coming back to a cozy home after being away for a long time.
Nangyagak is actually the house of Buunsul.
You have a home to call your own. No one turns against him, and he has a father figure to shade him in times of trouble and hardship.
“There you are.”
A low voice came from behind Buun-sul’s back as he stood in front of the house.
In the empty forge stood an elderly, stern-faced man.
It was an iron master, a royal girl.
“How have you been, Master Iron?”
When Bu Eun-sul respectfully clasped her hands together, Master Chul looked at her and nodded.
“I must have hit the nail on the head.”
His voice is gruff, but his eyes are full of interest.
Just then, a dozen shadows rushed out of the alleyway opposite, accompanied by a loud shout.
“Master Iron, have you finished polishing your weapon yet?”
At the head of the group stood a tall man and a short man. They were the Lord of Changxin, Xiao Zhen, and the Lord of the Vice-Lord, Ze Yun.
“Huh?”
When Je-woon spotted Bu-eun-seol, he patted her on the shoulder in delight.
“Snowflake, you’re back.”
“Minor.”
When Bu Eun-sul asked about the town, Je-woon nodded.
“Have you finished the strong run?”
“Yes.”
Then, all the members of the Changshin Army surrounded Buunseol and said something.
“Wow, I haven’t realized how much my prayers have changed.”
“I think you can be an official member of our founding crew now.”
They had risked their lives together on missions in Fengliao Valley in the past, so they were very familiar with Bu Eunseol.
“Thank you.”
After bowing to the men, Bu Eun-sul greeted So-jeon next to her.
“Buunsul sees the lord.”
In the past, it would have been difficult to face the fearsome momentum of Sozhen head-on.
But right now, Bu Eun-sul was answering Xiao Zhen’s cold, yet sharp, prayers with ease.
“Hmmm.”
Impressed, Xiao Zhen looked up and down the fluffy snow, and his tongue flew out.
It’s like a drunkard gazing at a delicious liquor store and regaining his appetite.
“It took me a few trips to the riverboat to realize that…… is definitely different.”
He patted the dagger on his shoulder in admiration.
“How about we have a little dance with the master of the house. For real, of course.”
Before Buun-sul could say anything, Je-woon gave her a pin glass.
“Lender, is that what you say to someone who comes back after a year?”
“What do you mean, what’s wrong with the haze?”
“Give me a hot meal and tell me that. And you’re talking about fogging the crew, and you’re using a vacuum, and you don’t have any healthy men.”
“Hmph, the martial art of the main hall is to learn by getting hurt.”
“Is that what hurts, kicking?”
“Alas, we’re in the wrong order, I think I’ll kick you first, since you’re the one with the intact snout.”
While Xiao Zhen and Qi Yun were arguing uselessly, Wang Qi said.
“Don’t bother with them, go to the Blue Winds. The High Lord seeks you.”
“I see.”
After bowing her head, Bu Eun-sul also greeted Xiao Zhen and Qi Yun.
“Let’s go first, then.”
“Bu Eun Seol, don’t forget to dance with my master next time.”
“Nacham, don’t recommend haze?”
Watching the two of them bicker back and forth, Bu Eun-sul smiled faintly and slowly made her way to Qingfengjia.
On the way to Cheongpungjae, I also ran into a lot of people at Nangyagak.
They looked at me, sometimes surprised, sometimes curious.
“Something’s wrong.
When I first came to Nangyagak, they were always nonchalant, whether they made eye contact or walked by.
But now he looks at me as if to say, “I have a new disciple in Nanyagak.
In fact, it was because Bu Eun-sul’s prayers and mu-wei were not only recognized as Nangyagak’s disciples, but also became incredibly strong.
But Bu Eun-sul didn’t realize that, and only gave her a puzzled look.
“How may I help you?”
When we finally arrived at Cheongpungjae, a passerby asked about Bueunseol.
“Apprentice swelling. I’m here to see the master.”
“Follow me.”
Following Sibi’s instructions, we enter the pavilion to find a flower garden with vaporizing plants and a quaint pavilion.
After leading them past the flower garden to the office with the dais, Shibi spoke in a low voice.
“Mr. President. Vice President Xiao Hao is here to see you.”
“Let me hear it.”
The door opened to reveal a stack of books on the table and a dancheng teasing a soft brush.
Being the head of a faction is a lot of work.
Although small in size, Nanyagak is also one of the ten gates of Mado. The daily workload was beyond imagination.
“Highlight.”
“You’re back.”
Bu Eun-sul politely bowed, and Dan Qing smiled and nodded.
“You’ve become a full-fledged minister, and I’ve heard all about your exploits through Fengyun.”
Buunsul wasn’t surprised to hear that.
If you hadn’t reported your progress so far, we wouldn’t have been able to get a weather man to the station in time to get a carriage.
“Have a seat.”
Dan Qing smiled and pointed to the seat across from him.
“I just need to write a few letters. Here, make me another cup of tea.”
“I see.”
Sibi brought hot, steaming tea to the table where Eunseol was sitting.
She took a few sips of tea, but there was nothing else to do. Looking around, Bu Eun-sul stared at Dan Qing, who was still working.
Chirrrrrrrrrrr. Sigh.
Dan Cheng was flipping through a book with his left hand while writing with his right.
You are naturally using the dictates of the Bunshim Yong in real life as well as in martial arts.
He was even able to turn pages and write three to four times faster than the average person.
But the writing was neat and the pace of the book was consistent.
“It’s only possible because you have a high attention span.
Dancheng’s reflexes and senses are many times superior to those of ordinary martial artists, which is why he can use the same amount of time in a fraction of the time.
“You’ve kept me waiting a long time.”
As if his work was done, Dan Qing stood up.
With a thin smile, he suddenly looked her up and down, and his mouth dropped open.
“What the hell is going on?”