Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Ewha Hall was empty.
After completely wiping out the Gaggle, they were ordered by Bu Eunseol to return to the battlefield.
The reasons were twofold
First, he risked his life to defeat the Gaggle, breaking the opener’s power once and for all.
If Saeyoungdae continues to stay in Ewha, it could eventually give the opening an excuse to launch a full-scale offensive.
But the most important reason is the second. Only if Boo-eun-sul remains alone will the Girl King feel safe enough to come to her.
Whirling.
A desolate wind blows through the empty manor.
When the four halls that filled its interior disappeared, the manor seemed to turn into an abandoned manor house again.
Squeak.
At that moment, the inner door opened and a young man with a kettle and teacup on a tray walked to the flower garden with a gazebo.
It was a black mark.
Near the pavilion was a man sitting neatly, meditating. It was Buunsul.
“Let’s have a nice cup of tea.
For three days, Bu Eun-sul did not eat grain or drink water, only meditating like a monk on a retreat.
Eventually, a lesser black mark made a cold tea and dropped it off nearby.
Sigh.
That’s when Snow White slowly opened her eyes.
My eyes were full of energy and my skin was glowing, as if I hadn’t had a glass of water in three days.
“Sin, sorry.”
When Bu Eun-sul opened her eyes, Black Mark scratched his head and said.
“I think it’s a good idea to carefully keep a cool cup of tea by…… and when you open your eyes, Confucius will be the first to find something cool…….”
He stammered, thinking he had interrupted Bu Eun-sul’s meditation.
“I didn’t wake up because of you.”
Bu Eun-sul shook her head in disbelief.
“I was thirsty anyway.”
“I see, that’s good to hear.”
Black Mark smiled and carefully poured the cold tea into the teacup.
Sipping her tea slowly, she gazed at the distant sky.
Unlike before, his eyes were a little harsh, as if he sensed something.
“The information network of openness is incredible.”
That’s when Black Mark looked worriedly at the distant sky.
“If Confucius knew that you were here alone, wouldn’t…… send out another flyer of openness?”
“They’ve already been embarrassed once for using such tactics.”
Buunsul shook his head.
“The party values face and prestige very highly, and would never resort to such cowardly and disgraceful tactics twice.”
He looked off into the distance and muttered to himself.
“By now, they’ve probably figured out who I am and why I’m here.”
“If so…….”
Bu Eun-sul took a deep breath and nodded.
“The Girl King will find me. Alone.”
Jumbled.
As if to prove his point, I heard faint footsteps in the distance.
A deep cavity will stabilize you, and a light cavity will make your steps almost inaudible.
So by the sound of their footsteps, the martial artists could determine their weight and stride length. And by extension, the depths of the martial arts.
‘That’s a lot of cilantro.
Buunsul heard the footsteps and looked a little startled.
When the body and mind are in sync, the speed of the footsteps and the stride length are consistent.
The sound of his footsteps was like that of a finely tuned machine, his stride and pace unerringly consistent. It was a testament to his mastery of the art.
Towering.
The footsteps stopped just beyond the gates of the palace.
At that moment, Bu Eun-sul could feel a powerful wave of tremors.
The force of the man standing outside the door is so great that it can alter the flow of air.
Does this mean the girl king has finally arrived?
“That’s weird.
But Bu Eun-sul shook her head.
The man outside the gate’s power is impressive, but it’s not the same as the Gull King’s momentum, which is almost overwhelming.
He stares at the gate with a strange gaze,
Profit.
The gates opened, revealing the shadow of a man.
Buunsul’s eyes widened when he saw In-young walk through the door.
The shadow was a young monk dressed in a robe.
“……!”
As their gazes intertwined in the air, Bu Eun-sul and the monk’s pupils dilated simultaneously.
Just by making eye contact, they instantly recognized each other’s identities.
“It is you, Bu Shizhu, the ten horsemen of Nangyagak.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and the monk chimed in.
“The Shaolin teacher is said to be Kwang Yeon, a disciple of Shaolin.”
Gwangyeon, who had revealed his legal name, smiled thinly at Bu Eunseol.
“And he’s also the chosen High Priestess of the Martial Alliance.”
-He’s got a small hand, but he’s a Shaolin first.
These words were spoken by Songak, a shaman who competed with Buunseol in the past, and Gwangyeon.
Meeting him in person made her realize two things.
Gwangyeon was far more skilled than Song-ak.
And that Open doesn’t want him and the Girl King to fight.
“I don’t know when Shaolin has been open-minded.”
“Amitabha.”
Gwangyeon spoke up once more.
“Isn’t your behavior constantly calling for the blood of many?”
He said this as if to criticize Bu Eun-sul for targeting the girl king.
“It’s just that Theravada is trying to prevent that.”
“To each his own.”
Holding out her hand, Bu Eunseol pulled herself up and stepped forward.
“I’m not going to bore you with a bunch of complicated words, so get on with it.”
The two of them are Mado and Zhengfa’s best late-period index.
Under normal circumstances, a few words of greeting would have been exchanged, even if it was in bad faith.
But when it looked like Gwangyeon was going to ramble on, Bu Eun-sul didn’t hesitate to cut to the chase.
“Good.”
With a faint smile, Gwangyeon’s aura was visibly thickening on his body.
“I’ll tell you up front, this is not a contest of skill.”
He said to Bu Eun-sul with a serious expression.
“I intend to do my best to abolish the duke of Bu Shiju, so please do your best.”
After speaking, Guangyan slowly lowered his arms. It was a relaxed, loose stance for a martial artist about to fight.
But to Buunsul, the relaxed posture seemed more intimidating than the strenuous one.
“Black marks.”
“Yes.”
“This way out of the opening immediately.”
“I will stand by you, Confucius.”
Buunsul shook her head at Black Mark’s words.
“If that happens, he will not be able to submit even in death.”
He pointed to the ore and said.
“Your presence here splits the author’s attention. And since there’s no guarantee that you won’t step in at the crucial moment, it will also distract him…….”
“Indeed, Mr. Bu Shizhu is a master of the mighty.”
Gwangyeon glared at the black mark.
“But if you leave with a sullen or worried look on your face, it will drain her energy as well.”
He smiled broadly and said.
“At times like this, it would be very helpful to him if he could express that he believes in them and leave.”
Kwang-yeon seemed to be just as well-versed in human psychology as Bu-eun-sul.
Blackpaw realized that Kwangyeon had a point, and forced a bright smile.
“Be good and come back. We’ll be waiting for you, Confucius.”
He immediately unfolded the Divine Law and ran out of the courtyard.
“That’s a great new law.”
Gwangyeon watched the trajectory of the black marks as they soared into the sky and disappeared.
“At that rate, you’ll be a master of the art before thirty lines have passed.”
Then, feeling Bu Eun-sul’s cold gaze, he smiled and held out his hand.
“The monk spoke long. Let us begin.”
“You are the one who came to me.”
“Good.”
Kwang Yeon didn’t protest, but lightly extended his hand.
Voila!
The sound of the blasting was barely audible.
But a power that could pierce through the hail of iron had burrowed into his chest.
He was a kung fu master who represented Shaolin.
Bu Eunseol didn’t dodge, but stood tall and unleashed the Kwonmachoshen, striking out with the power that was pouring down.
Poof!
With the binge drinking, seismic waves spread in all directions, and Bu Eunseol and Guangyan took a step back from each other.
“Huh.”
Kwangyeon’s eyes widened in surprise.
“The power of inattention never ceases to amaze me.”
He came to Shaolin Temple wrapped in a robes. Furthermore, he was born with a groaning vein and would die if he didn’t learn the Reverse Muscle Technique.
In the end, the Shaolin master realized that everything was meant to be, and he personally washed the bee’s head with water and taught them reverse myography.
Because of this, his skill is unbeatable even in Shaolin, except for a few masters……
How is it that someone not much older than you has the same pore levels as you?
‘It’s Shaolin after all.
But Buunsul wasn’t surprised.
Shaolin’s secret weapon is Zheng Fa Zhen.
Kwang Yeon has been practicing since he was younger than you, so it’s no wonder his kung fu is so fearsome.
“Be careful!”
That’s when Gwangyeon stood up and spread his hands in front of him.
Pow!
In that instant, eight hand shadows enveloped Feng Xue’s entire body.
It was one of the Shaolin Seventy-Seven Rites, the Thousand-Handed Rite.
“Hmm.”
After a short snort, Bu Eun-sul used the Kwonma Chil formula to wipe out Zhang Ye.
However, the spread of the Thousand Water Lily Pond was much faster than Bu Eunseol’s fist.
Chirp!
By now, the shadows of Guangyan’s hands had grown to thirty-two.
Inherently, the more variations and complex the number of seconds, the more the strength is distributed.
But even with thirty or forty hand shadows, each one of them contained a great deal of power.
Tzitzitzitz.
As the number of moves in the Tian Shui Nirai became more and more complicated, Bu Eun-Seol did not respond, but instead unleashed an extremely fast martial art that was beyond the scope of the art.
The intention was to take a closer look at the Shaolin discipline while avoiding attack.
Whirrrrr!
In the meantime, however, the shadows of the Heavenly Water Labyrinth’s hands had grown to seventy-two, already blocking Bu Eunsul’s retreating defenses.
“Good!
Unable to completely dodge the Heavenly Water Labyrinth, Bu Eunseol’s pupils dilated, and light flowed out of her two fists.
Papa Papa!
At the same time, his fist began to cling to the techniques he was pouring out like iron dust to a magnet.
Unable to shake off the ever-growing shadow of his hand, he attempts to use the Kwonma Chil formula once again to dispel the art of kwangyeon.
Whoosh, papapak!
For a while, the two exchanged seconds at close range.
However, while Buunsul’s seconds are getting faster and faster, Kwangyeon’s seconds are slowing down.
Even though the Kung Fu Seven Forms is said to be a great kung fu mastery, it is bound to be shorter than the time Kwang Yeon spent practicing the Seventy-Two Forms.
The kung fu method is not yet able to follow the kite.
‘Every second counts for dozens of changes.’
Even in the midst of battle, Bu Eun-sul is able to comprehend and comprehend the martial reasoning of the enemy.
But Shaolin’s martial arts were about the mysteries and changes in every second.
That’s a lot to fathom in a short amount of time, even if it’s a stretch.
Thrrrr.
Eventually, realizing that he could not break Kwang Yeon’s technique in one fell swoop, Bu Eunseol drew his silken sword.
Flash!
With a single swift movement, a brilliant light poured out of him, and the shadow of his hand disappeared in an instant.
And before he knew it, the sharp tip of his sword was plunged into Guangyan’s throat.
“Uh-huh.”
Gwangyeon’s eyes widened in surprise.
Then his body blurred, and he moved to Buunsul’s flank.
It was a trick from the Shaolin’s greatest kung fu master, the Buddhist Spiritual Walk.
Shit!
However, Bu Eunseol’s dark sword radiance poured out in layers, blocking Kwang Yeon’s retreat as he unleashed his arcane arts.
This time, the situation is reversed.
“Great!”
Realizing that he couldn’t avoid Bu Eunseol’s sword technique, Kwang Yeon bent his middle finger.
At the same time, he unleashed a barrage of powerful punches, bouncing off stop after stop.
Poof!
Suddenly, with the sound of bamboo bending and blooming, a sharp gust of wind began to blow away the swords, one by one.
Tanji Xintong, Shaolin’s signature discipline.
Flash!
At that moment, Bu Eunseol’s heavy sword slashed through the air again.
At the same time, sword herbs as heavy and fast as heavy swords and thick crucifixes rained down like a dark cloud.
It was a meteoric overtake and a residual effect.
“Hut.”
Deciding that Tan Zhi Xin Tong was not enough to push back the sword herbs, a majestic flame appeared on Guang Yan’s body.
“Be careful!”
With a thunderous outburst, he stretched his right hand forward, forming a strange handshake that was neither a fist nor a hand.
Woohoo!
At the same time, the sharp tension of the beast’s claws raked through the rushing swordweed and dug into the left and right flanks of the swollen snow.
Lion’s Mouni Seal.
It was a Shaolin supreme art that could not be practiced without the strength of the three powers.
“It’s like the Seven Deadly Sins.
Kwang Yeon freely shifted his tension to block the sword grass and even attempted to counterattack.
In other words, the Shaolin teachings contain a bundle of self-differentiating forces, such as the Kung Ma Ch’i Ch’i formula, which allows one to manipulate the power that is freely released.
Scoop!
Purple lightning flashed across the ground as it slammed into the lioness Monin.
It’s a flesh-and-blood battle.
Chirac!
After cutting through the tension, Bu Eunseol unleashed the Divine Law to its extreme, closing the distance between him and Kwang Yeon in an instant.
At the same time, the blade condensed and sliced through Guangyan’s crown and Danzhen at the same time.
Sack!
Instead of dodging, Kwang Yeon clasped his hands together, and a faint glow emanated from his hands.
Pow!
At the same time, he spread his hands wide like a butcher’s knife, and with a grinding sound, Bu Eun-sul’s body was pushed straight out of the three chapters.
It was the most powerful of all Shaolin’s kung fu techniques.
Ta-da!
However, Bu Eun-sul closed the distance again and poured out another batch of sword herbs.
Two people spinning dizzily, moving like a top.
Bu Eunseol unleashed the Stretching Sword Technique, but was repeatedly blocked by Kwang Yeon’s long and short sword techniques.
Shaolin’s martial arts are as sticky as glue and as deep as the ocean. No matter how many attacking swords were thrown at him, he was able to gently block them.
“Shaolin martial arts is the polar opposite of martial arts.
If Mado martial arts is a sharp blade, Shaolin martial arts is a thick cloth that can be wrapped around the blade to soften it.
No matter what martial art you use, you’ll be able to pour out a lot of power with a lifeless flow.
This is why Bu Eun-sul’s herb-focused martial arts is so often blocked.
“Why not?
The same old blast furnace that we’ve been using can’t handle the slag.
If the fight goes on like this, the frustration and helplessness of being blocked again and again will take over your mind.
Boom!
At that moment, the swollen tongue softened with a low vibration.
At the same time, the shower of light diminished, and the sword began to buckle like a hollowed-out rubber.
Green.
Kwang Yeon’s baggy robe began to bulge tautly.
The night before a storm is the calmest and most serene. He anticipated that the snowflakes would unleash their full power and unleash their mighty herbivores.
Woohoo!
The Qigong that flowed out of Feng Shui’s body became a raging gust of wind and soared into the sky.
At the same time, a faint glow began to emanate from his entire body.
He intends to use the Eight Eight Forms of the Immortal Heavenly Class, the Heavenly Earth Strike, which he had honed to deal with the Great King.