Chapter 137

Bu Eun-sul was deep in thought.
Not everyone born into the Faction is well-versed in martial arts.
However, Yeo Hwan-jin’s final move was a sneaky one that exploited a loophole in the martial arts to quickly cut off her opponent’s breath.
-Because each of the Great Masters has long since learned the secrets of countering the Ten Wonders.
Suddenly, I remembered what Shen Yue had said in the maze.
“It doesn’t matter. Whatever they’ve learned.”
No matter what martial arts you’ve learned, you just need to hit it with all your might and break it.
Buunsul staggered to his feet.
The rhombic sword blocked the sword qi but left deep marks in some places. It was proof that the rhyming swords were not yet perfect.
“You survived…….”
Buunsul’s eyes deepened as he stared into the already darkening night sky.
It was actually more of a lucky win.
If Yeo Hwan-jin had not come to the forge. And if the Beast’s extreme senses had not been triggered and discovered his habits and habits…….
Bu Eun-sul would never have been able to defeat Yeo Hwan-jin.
“Let’s go back.”
As he leaned against the tree and watched Yeo Hwan-jin hide, Bu Eun-sul reached out and closed his eyes.
Soon he was flying toward the Tangshan Railway Station.
* * *
-Yeoh Hwan-jin, a leader of the Jongnam sect, was killed.
Yeon Myeongjin, a Tangshan martial arts master who was supposed to teach Yeo Hwanjin the art of swordsmanship.
He found Yeo Hwan-jin hiding under a tree stump near the Jangsan Gorge.
Who killed Yeo Hwan-jin, who was quietly practicing here?
There was a state of emergency in the Tangshan area.
-Get it!
The good news is that Tangshan is the home of the Zhongnan sect and is filled with Zhongnan figures.
No matter how fast the beast was, it wouldn’t have gotten far.
After that day.
All of Tangshan’s unarmed men and those of the government have set up a tight siege to ensure that no one can escape from the city.
-Thoracic fluid can be in the glycemic acid!
After days passed with no sign of the beast, they began to scour the entire Tangshan area.
It was the same within Tangshan Ironworks.
“Did anyone slip through the cracks?”
Wu Hua, the head of the Sect’s Tangshan staff, shouted to his disciples as they searched the Tangshan railroad tracks.
“There’s a guy who’s been on the railroad tracks until recently.”
“None, except for the Daiyagong, who left for Zhejiang before Dalpo.”
I’ve searched high and low, and no one has even stepped outside the railroad tracks, let alone given me a yaban.
I’ve heard rumors of his recent arrival, but isn’t he the one who keeps the swords of the Zongnan Sect in excellent repair?
“That doesn’t make sense.
The person who would kill Ye Hwan-jin, the most skilled of the Great Disciples, would be at least a middle-aged martial artist.
“No, didn’t you say there’s a rampage of ten warriors these days?
I was told that all the ten warriors were young men.
Young Yagong may be too young, but he’s not above suspicion.
Wu Hua spoke again to his disciple.
“Did you interrogate him?”
“Of course. There’s no sign of the sword, and he’s been repairing it all day.”
“Mmm.”
Wu Hua gritted his teeth.
“Even if I can’t find it right away, I’ll find it!”
As he watched the Zhongnan martial artists leave, Yi Bok, the head of the Tang Shan Clan, sighed.
“I don’t know what the hell is going on here.”
Killing a Sectarian mastermind hiding in Tangshan instead of elsewhere? Isn’t that like jumping into a fire with a shroud on your back?
“This is Tangshan, so…… will be caught soon.”
Suddenly, I heard an agonizing scream of pain.
Yi Bok was surprised and rushed over, and saw blood flowing freely from the hand of Bu Eun-sul, who was repairing the sword in the forge.”
“What the hell is going on!”
Yibok asked in surprise, and the boy next to him shuddered.
“I was obviously being very careful with my spanking…… but for some reason I hit Bu Yagong’s hand and rolled it up…….”
“What?”
“Boone, you were clearly doing a good job of spanking.”
Ibok’s eyes glazed over.
Due to the recent rush, we’ve brought in a younger field hockey player as an assistant to help with the snowmaking.
Instead, he gets into trouble.
“Is anyone there? Hurry up and take Bu Yagong to the Qinghua Garden!”
* * *
In the evening, as he watched Bu Eun-sul return from Cheonghwa Garden, his mouth dropped open.
“What, say that again.”
Looking at Bu Eunseol’s right hand, which was wrapped in a white bandage, Yi Bok asked again.
“You can’t hold a hammer anymore?”
“Yes.”
Buunsul’s fingers were beaten with a sledgehammer, the flesh crushed and the bones shattered.
“He said he can’t move his hands because his nerves are cut.”
“You mean that’s what Senator Cheung said?”
Ibok said urgently.
“Are you telling me there’s no recovery, that I’m going to have to live with the disability?”
“Yes.”
Ibok looked devastated.
If it came from Mr. Cheng, the best doctor in Tangshan, it must be true.
The good news is that Bu Eun-sul has repaired most of the swords brought to her by the Zongnan soldiers. However, the swords that come in are now beyond repair.
“This all happened back home. I’ll take responsibility for everything.”
He patted her shoulder in warm comfort.
“You should get some rest. We’ll discuss this further when the Archduke returns.”
“Okay.”
When Bu Eun-sul returned, the benevolent smile on Yi Bok’s face had turned cold.
“I don’t need a field ball that I can’t use.
No matter how good you are at fielding, if you can’t use your hands, it’s all for naught.
He can’t use his hands, so he’s not only a blacksmith, he can’t do menial labor. He has become a useless laborer within the electoral system.
Ten days later.
On Tangshan Railway Street, a young yagong quietly left.
Unable to do anything with his injured hand, he quit, unable to endure the pain and the prying eyes of the railroad.
When you excel, they treat you well, but when you’re no longer useful, they don’t see you off.
The only saving grace was that Yi Bok lent him five hundred silver coins and a carriage along the Tangshan Railway as consolation.
Dulcet.
A carriage bearing the mark of the Tangshan Railway was leaving Tangshan and traveling down Gwando.
Sitting in the carriage, Bu Eun-sul suddenly remembered her brother’s face with a wry smile.
When he repaired the sword, he flirted with it as if he were going to remove its liver, but when it was no longer useful, he turned away.
“So he helped me.”
If there had been a large number of recognizable gongs and sixty thousand lakes, Buunseol would not have been able to leave easily.
His sense of justice would have forced him to give Bu Eun-sul a seat at the table.
“Such is the way of the world.”
Loyal people are rare, crooked and profit-minded people abound.
This makes it easy to infiltrate anywhere and leave just as easily.
Dulcet.
The rocking carriage sounds like a lullaby. Bu Eun-sul closed her eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her.
That way, he could take care of business and leave Tangshan quietly.
After leaving Tangshan, Bu Eun-sul returned the Tangshan Railway’s carriage and stopped at the station to get a new one.
“I need to go somewhere quiet.
Through his duel with Yeohwanjin, Bu Eun-sul gained an indescribable profound understanding.
Not only that, but we also took care of the cause, which once again gave us three months of valuable time.
And in order to digest this, we must return to Nanya Gak as soon as possible.
“Confucius.”
But as they entered the station, a young man greeted Bu Eun-sul with a curt greeting.
He looks ordinary, with nothing outstanding about him, but there’s a sparkle in his eyes.
Even through the pretense, it was clear he was a member of the Fengyun.
“Would you like to take a ride in this carriage? It’s made for traveling and is very sturdy.”
“Sure.”
As she climbed into the carriage, the man who followed her spoke in a low voice.
“I had a lender who told me not to come back to Bonn.”
As Bu Eun-sul had predicted, he was a member of the Nangyagak Fengyun Corps.
“Why?”
At Bu Eunseol’s question, the officer’s eyes flashed with a hint of respect.
“Confucius’s treatment of the great cilantro spread throughout the forest, so it is said that he went out not only to Zhongnan but also to the volcano.”
“Volcano?”
“Yes, Zongnan and Huashan are looking for the path of the Ten Demon Warriors who dealt with Ye Huanjin, so if…… Xiao Hao returns to Nangyagak, we’ll have a problem on our hands.”
“What did the lord say?”
“This is a messenger telling you to keep quiet for a couple of months and practice your martial arts, after which I will contact you in person.”
‘Indeed. You must be the High Lord.’
Baek-yeon, who has her fingers in the palm of her hand, is mindful of the time it will take for Boo-eun-sul to digest the profound knowledge she gained from the battle.
“Doesn’t it matter where?”
“Yes.”
Bu Eunseol seemed to be pondering something, but then she nodded.
“Okay.”
* * *
Shin-ko-in.
This is one of the five outbuildings of Yunlai Gakuzhan, the most exclusive guest house in Qinyang.
The cost of a day’s rental was more than 300 yuan, so it was only frequented by the big names and rejects.
But a month ago, someone rented not only Jinhyangwon but also the five outbuildings of Unrae Guest House.
-I don’t like noisy, crowded places.
Five outbuildings that cost three hundred a day to rent just for that?
He was also a very young and handsome young man who looked like he had just gotten over his contract.
Some said he was the son of a foreign merchant, others said he was the son of a nobleman.
Regardless of what was said or done, the young man had been living a leisurely life, exploring the sights and mountain streams around Qinyang like Han Liang.
Inside the epicenter.
There was a small pond in the middle of a beautiful garden surrounded by vaporizing plants.
And next to it was a small gazebo, with a man sitting in it, his eyes closed.
He is dressed in a garment made from the finest cloth of the Jingsheng Gong family, which is said to be so expensive that even the wealthy cannot afford it.
His face, reflected in the soft sunlight, is like a work of art that the gods have painstakingly crafted.
Skin so pale it’s almost transparent, a nose that curves beautifully while still being strong, and jewel-like eyes that glow in the dark above it.
Once you’ve seen it, you’ll never forget it.
It was swollen tongue.
He listened to Feng Yun and did not return to Nangyagak, but stayed in Jinyang.
-Find the man who killed Yeo Hwan-jin!
The Zongnan and Volcanic factions were still chasing Buunsun.
It’s dark under the lamp.
Buunseol is actually in Jinyang, which borders Seomseo, where Jongnam and the volcanoes are located.
This is a battleground where both loyalists and mobs clash.
The complexity of the various factions is perfect for hiding their identities.
She looked up at the clear sky and took a deep breath.
It’s been almost two months since he came here. And he’s always practicing in this gazebo in the early morning hours.
Woof.
As the attack began, a faint glow emanated from his body.
Time flies and it’s morning again.
Tweet.
The sun is rising once again and the birds are chirping.
A faint glow radiated from his entire body as he realized that he was nearing the end of his work.
Boom!
With a low vibration, his body hovered half an inch above the sperm.
Huku-sanmai.
Your body’s inherited pendulum has become so powerful that it’s causing you to float in thin air.
Flash!
When Boon-Seol opened his eyes, he could see the aura of Jin-Gi’s aura in his pupils.
A faint radiance hovered over his body, and a gentle breeze seemed to blow through his entire body.
“This is…….”
Feeling the water level in the hollow change, she looked down at her body.
After the fight with Yeo Hwan-jin, things got even more intense.
And now, two months later, the tide has finally turned, and it’s clear enough to see.
“You’ve reached the Fourth Estate!”