Chapter 80

Ding, ding, ding.
The sound of wagon wheels rolling over the parched earth broke the silence.
This is a fairly wide carriage. These wagons are comfortable but slow.
Because of this, Bu Eun-sul was able to read the class in a very relaxed manner.
“Mr. Confucius.”
Then Black Mark, who was sitting in the coachman’s seat and driving the carriage, spoke in a low voice.
“I think I’m going to have to be homeless tonight.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
At Bu Eun-sul’s reply, Black Mark slowly brought the carriage to a stop.
It’s been nine days since you set out in the carriage from Dongpyo Seorang.
In the meantime, Bu Eun-sul has been reading the classifieds of the horse that Do-myung gave her.
Every time he read the Kung Fu book, he was amazed, as if a mountain boy had entered the palace of an emperor.
‘There’s another world I didn’t know about.’
He had never been taught recommendation geography before.
I had to learn the sword to get stronger quickly, and I didn’t really feel the need to.
But it wasn’t until he read the book that he realized his depth of martial arts knowledge was thin and inadequate.
Tak.
Bu Eun-sul, who had finally memorized all of Kwonma’s grades, narrowed her eyes.
While martial arts are the physical skills and techniques, martial studies are the theoretical explanation of all those skills.
In particular, the techniques contained in the Kung Fu schools were the most advanced of the Kwon, Zhang, Shu, Ji, and Zhao schools of kung fu.
After reading the gist and text of this book, Bu Eun-sul was able to reach another level.
‘If you master this art, you will be able to rule the world with two hands. But…….’
-This class is incomplete. Even if it contains the most exquisite secrets and martial arts, it lacks the best of the best.
Bu Eunseol shook her head as she remembered Dao Myung’s words.
It was an accurate analysis. Even if Nangyagak had this rank, he would not have been able to pass it on to his students.
The reason was simple.
-Jeulsik, Kwonmachohyeon (The Fist Demon Emerges)
-Jessic, Polarized Mixed Hybridization
-The third theory, oblivion and fragmentation.
-Rituals, Heavenly Air Wave
…….
Warrior, Husam-sik. Of the seven superfoods, the Husamshik’s cutting edge had been lost.
‘Nevertheless…… is great.’
The first half of the game was enough to defeat Chen Hao Shu.
If Nangyagak had not sought supremacy as a martial artist, and had instead sought to become a moderate force, he would have been able to produce outstanding martial artists with this rank alone.
“Hmm.
Buunsul is deep in thought,
“Mr. Confucius. I’ve made a fire. Come out and yogi.”
A black, gravelly voice said.
“I see.”
Bu Eunseol replied briefly, then slowly stepped out of the carriage with her paycheck.
Poof.
As soon as I stepped outside, I threw the weight I was carrying into the roaring bonfire.
Hmph.
When the old bier was placed in the fire, it burst into bright red flames and quickly turned to grayish ash.
Thus, the art of kung fu, the best kung fu in Nanyagak, remained only in Bu Eun-sul’s mind.
“Mr. Confucius. I have some old liquor from the village, would you like a drink?”
A romantic since childhood, Black Pyo was not only brilliant, but also perceptive.
He saw that Bu Eun-sul had burned the bier and pretended not to see anything.
“It tastes great with jerky.”
“Sure.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Black Mark hastily pulled a bottle of liquor and a package of jerky out of his carriage.
Gulp.
Even the cold night air tastes sweet as the strong drink slides down your throat.
Bu Eun-sul sat in front of the campfire and emptied a package of jerky and half a dong of liquor with Black Mark.
“Alas, being homeless like this brings back memories.”
Black Mark looked off into the distance, his face slightly reddened.
“When I first started my romantic life, I traveled a lot and lived on the streets, and there was no place I didn’t go, like Seojeang, Namman, Daemak…….”
He turned his attention to Bu Eun-sul.
“You’ve been around the block a lot more than I have, Confucius.”
“Didn’t go around.”
Bu Eun-sul gulped down the rest of her drink.
“Until I was fifteen, I lived in Huangzhou all the time. I’ve been in Jianghu for three years now, and I’ve only been traveling in Jianghu for one year.”
“You mean a year……?”
Black Mark shook his head in disbelief.
Boo Eun-sul has the aura of a seasoned veteran, and indeed, she is. But only one year of veteran experience?
“If what you say is true, then Confucius must have suffered unspeakable hardships.”
Buunsul said nothing.
As soon as he entered the stronghold, he fought to the death to become a ten-horse warrior.
I’ve done all sorts of dangerous and dirty jobs in the other battalions I’ve been in.
There are few people in the whole of the martial arts world who have lived a more difficult life than Bu Eun-sul.
“It’s not.”
But Bu denied that was the case.
“Powerhouses are nasty by nature. If you don’t think so, then you haven’t lived the life of a powerhouse yet.”
“I see.”
Black Mark laughed, but he couldn’t disagree more.
Since my childhood, I have been a romantic and have seen many human figures. But I’ve never seen anyone who can predict happiness and misfortune like Bu Eun-sul.
“What kind of life have I been living?
My curiosity was piqued, but I barely suppressed it.
In order to have a good relationship with someone, you have to keep a proper distance. It was the same for the martial artist who wandered around Gangho and ate kalbap.
“I’m going to go get some fresh air around one o’clock.”
The expression on Black Mark’s face as he tries to sneak away is strange.
A gleam of blood flashed in Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she realized that she had been wearing a dull expression.
“Mr. Confucius. Anything unpleasant…….”
I’m scared to say it,
Pod!
Moving like lightning, Bu Eunseol stretched out the hilt of his sword and deflected a steel needle that flew toward Black Mark’s temple.
Ting!
The steel needle bounced off the hilt and stuck in a nearby branch.
At the same time, smoke billowed from the branches with a hissing sound, and the leaves quickly withered.
“Goldilocks Island?”
As he looked at it, the black mark opened his mouth.
In the past, he had been poisoned and left for dead by a terrible poison while trying to obtain information covertly: the infernal, venomous Goldilocks Island.
“It’s bloody hell!”
Simultaneously to the cry of the black mark,
Puss!
A shadowy figure dressed in a reddish-colored robe emerged like a ghost from the bushes in the distance.
It was Yang Ming, the infernal bloodsucker.
“Swollen Tongue.”
In the moonlight, Yang Ming’s face looked different than before, wrinkled and a little older.
This is because the energy of the poisoned steel finish concentrated in his right hand was dispersed, and the level of the hole was lowered.
“Did you think you could escape your land?”
Yang Ming gritted his teeth.
His hands were covered in metal gloves, unlike before.
The nerves and bones had been crushed by the swelling, so it looked like he had a prosthetic hand.
“You mean I need your permission to leave your land?”
“Hmph. I don’t know about the others, but you’re not leaving without my permission.”
Smiling grimly, he pointed to the dull sword that Buunsul had strapped to his back.
“Give me the projection sword. If you give me the sword, I will let you go quietly.”
“The name of this sword is Muk.”
“Bullshit!”
Yang Ming shouted, and Bu Eun-sul smirked.
“You mean to tell me that a hell-blooded master would commit a robbery?”
“Bullshit!”
Yang Ming shouted, his eyes glowing with venom.
“The Consular Divine Sword was originally meant to be a gift of nature, but you interrupted and ruined it!”
“That’s a weird one.”
Bu Eun-sul crossed her arms.
“If that’s true, why did you put it as a prize in the political contest?”
“That was Ok-ho-bang, that son of a bitch came up with the plan!”
Yang said through gritted teeth.
“The Dongfei Clan will become a faction of the Hellblood Sect anyway. Let’s use the Consular Divine Sword to publicize the political convention and profit from it.”
“You have a brain, too, and you agreed to such a stupid plan?”
Bu Eun-sul spoke at an uncharacteristically long pause.
“What if there had been a master of the Four Great Houses, or a master of the Ten Great Houses?”
“Hmph, you know one thing and not the other. There are countless talented recruits in the Magical Warriors, let alone the Magical Warriors. None of them would show up at a political tournament just to get a new sword.”
Yang said through gritted teeth.
“Except for you asshole Nanyagak.”
Snow White’s eyes turned cold.
“Looks like you’re not here to beg.”
“Hmph. You noticed.”
Yang Ming’s eyes glowed with venom.
“That’s right. Even if you kneel down and offer your sword, I will never spare you.”
Then Black’s complexion changed.
“You’re a ten-handed warrior of Nangyagak. Do you want the same ten-handed warrior, Nangyagak, and Hellblood to clash head-on?”
Yang Ming smiled rather wickedly.
“Hmph. If I killed you here and melted you into a volcano, who would know?”
It seemed that he had already made up his mind and prepared himself to kill Bu Eun-sul and Black Mark.
“You are already surrounded by the masters of the parish. No matter how skilled you are, you will never be able to escape!”
At the same time as the two shouted, I felt movement in the woods.
His eyes glowed in the darkness as the sound of crashing leaves echoed all around him.
The beast’s ability to scour its surroundings with the tiniest pulses of air had been activated.
‘Fifty people…….’
Having gotten the numbers and locations of the Blood Demon Masters besieging the forest, Bu Eunseul spoke to Black Mark.
“Have you learned all the divine laws I gave you the other day?”
“I haven’t even gotten to the second degree yet.
“That’s it.”
“Don’t worry.”
Black Pyo, sensing Bu Eunseol’s meaning, spoke up.
“Even if it costs me my life, I will break through the siege and bring this news to Nanyagak.”
“What are you talking about?”
Bu Eun-sul said sheepishly.
“Those lurking shivers are about to unleash a rote baptism. Keep dodging as best you can while we deal with them.”
“What?”
Blackfoot opened his mouth.
You think you can take on all of the Blood Demon masters that have infiltrated these woods in a single bound?
“Mr. Confucius. No.”
A reckless plan. Bu Eun-sul’s futility has already been thoroughly exposed by the political convention.
Even Yang Ming had experienced his power firsthand. He would never have attacked if he didn’t have the confidence to win.
“Hahahaha!”
At Bu Eun-sul’s words, Yang Myung laughed at the absurdity of it all.
“Madman. You’re going to take on the entire Blood Demon Party by yourself?”
“If you were afraid of the poisonous memorizers and stingers like rats, you wouldn’t come to the stronghold.”
“You trusted your little sword?”
Yang Ming knew that Bu Eun-sul was hiding an amazing sword technique.
However, it only works in one-on-one combat. When surrounded by many, and against memorization, the sword was not an effective countermeasure.
Chuck.
Yang Ming raised a hand.
Self.
At the same time, the trees in the forest began to move dizzily, and a strange pressure began to pour in from all directions.
“Shoot!”
At that moment, Buunsul’s vision went black.
It’s like being trapped in a dark room with no light.
Blue!
With a faint crackling sound, dozens of steel needles rained down from nowhere.
The vampires completely cover an area, blocking off any space to avoid memorization.
“An attack that assumes the power of a beast.
The masters of Nanyagak are all trained in the Beast Dao, so they are not afraid of the dark or memorization.
Yang Ming knows this, and he uses the same tactic to dominate the space by blocking the view and flooding it with memorizations.
One-on-many attacks are common in the forest.
When I first taught him the Beast, Sau said.
-You don’t think there are only fair duels, do you?
I realize that there is no such thing.
That’s why one of the first things Bu Eun-sul studied when he created the Wushu Heavenly Flow was how to deal with one versus many.
And it was a technique that could break memorization.
“I’ll give it back.”
Finally, Bu Eunseol drew the machete sheathed behind her back.
Sigh.
As the sword god emerged, the dragon in the clouds vibrated as if it were generating lightning and wind.
Bu Eun-sul was practicing the first form of the Returning Master, a celestial ji form that can reverse memorization without hesitation.
Flash!
With a brilliant flash of light, the inkblade embroidered a black rainbow in the air, and all the memorization that had been pouring in changed direction.
“What is that!”
The demons lurking in the woods were terrified.
As he opened his sword, he realized that most of the memorization that had been pouring out of him had taken a big turn and was coming back to him.