episode_0389

Bo-yeol, here in the smoke.

It’s in some heavy acting.

“Damn bastards, how much do they smoke? My throat is sore.”

Boyeol is a master of the early period of Hwagyeong.

However, the original master of the poison technique strikes about one level below the original level.

Because the higher the level, the less effective the poison becomes.

Moreover, look at it, isn’t the only way to keep a master of the early days of the Flower Classics locked up in such a shabby prison and then lighting wild incense?

However, if all the internal energy is scattered, it is a poisonous attack that runs rampant.

Even if you take these measures, you can’t do anything because you are desperately trying to control your stomach.

So, for now, Bo-yeol is just quietly locked up as he maintains his dogma.

It was then.

A person’s presence appears vaguely in the smoke, and one person suddenly appears.

“Senior, are you okay?”

“Aren’t you Yoga’s third child? What was your name? Yomin?”

“Yes, I am Yomin.”

Boyeol’s spirit is brightened.

My proof! The evidence is here!

“Are your cheeks completely healed? Look, come closer.”

Then, Yomin approaches the iron bars.

Boyeol holds the chin and turns it to the left and to the right, examining it, tapping it, asking whether it hurts or not, whether it is pulling or not pulling, etc. He looks at the pulse with a somewhat urgent look.

And the result?

“You’re all better. I’m all better.”

Everything is really better!

Since I got hit in the face by a magician, my cheeks should have rotted away and my teeth would have been visible by now, but on the contrary, it’s smoother and my skin seems to have gotten better.

My proof!

Boyeol’s eyes darkened.

Like that or not, Yomin asks.

“Well, I brought some incense. Can I use this to replace the smoke from the mountain gong poison?”

“Wait, are you trying to help me?”

“Yes… … ”

“Why? Did the Lord of the Flames tell you to?”

“That’s not it, I’d like to thank you for looking at my pulse… … ”

Boyeol felt like he had been hit.

It’s just an old man’s quirk that comes out every now and then.

I felt sorry for the little guy who was being beaten by his father, so I tried to look at the affected area, and when I read the traces of Sosu Demon Gong, all I did was give him a golden pill to save a little more flesh on his cheeks, which was going to rot away anyway.

However, it seems that Abby was warm enough for a child who was heartless and beaten by her brothers.

Following Boyeol’s instructions, Yomin opens the lid of the brazier, grinds the contents, and lights and places incense in the back so that it cannot be seen.

Now, the thick mountain air scent will slowly subside, and other smoke will play a trick in its place.

How difficult would it be to escape as long as you clear away the scent of the mountain?

Once your stamina has recovered enough to use strong energy, you can just cut the iron bars and leave.

“Well then, I’ll just leave… … ”

“Wait a minute, how did you get in here? Aren’t you guarding the front?”

“Yes. But there is one passage.”

“Hmm. Hey, kid.”

Boyeol scratched his puffy cheek.

“I kept my mouth shut for some reason, but now that I have received your grace, I must tell you. What your father wanted in the first place was your death. After the Gyerim Swordsmen harmed you, their intention was to use that as an excuse to attack right away.”

At this, Yomin’s eyes opened wide, and soon tears welled up in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t know what to do.”

“If you stay in the family, you won’t live long anyway. Would a person who is trying to build a world-class company allow useless collateral to be created? So, it would be better for you to leave immediately, but since I am already over 80, I think I need someone to help me.”

Yomin’s red eyes widen at that.

Saying to help someone means the same thing as saying to come in as a disciple.

“Me, me? But I don’t have any talent… … ”

“A guy with no talent needs to learn his own skills. If you know how to consistently get bitten by poison, just one person can do it. Even if that’s not the case, there are many aspects of poisoning that are related to medicine, so I can make a living.”

Yomin hesitantly puts his hands together.

Boyeol quickly stops him.

“Think about it. This old guy has nowhere to go now. So, I plan to surrender myself to the blood cult bastards. If you look at an innocent person and say that you are a stooge of a blood cult, then really, then I will become a stooge of a real blood cult. But aren’t you still in your prime years? So, if you want to hang out with those evil cultists, follow me or just pretend not to notice.”

Blood religion.

Yomin swallowed his saliva at those heavy words.

“I heard that blood cultists only eat human flesh… … ”

“Are there just one or two bastards who eat human flesh? And they are also humans, so they will eat delicious food, but they will only eat human flesh. I know a kid from my clan, and he’s actually better than the Safa guys. I also know how to take care of adults. Now that I think about it, I think that even among the scum of the blood religion, there must be someone with a story.”

When Cheong, the child of that blood religion, hears, “Huh, me?” I’m going to ask it back.

“Still, the rumors were pointless. Most of them can be considered trash, but if the rest of their lives are good among those people, they will follow me. Or should we just go our separate ways?”

Yomin seemed to hesitate for a while, but then his eyes became a little firmer.

Yomin takes his stance again.

“I know that I’m an ugly person. I have little martial arts skills and no special skills, so I don’t have the confidence to earn a living anywhere, but since you said you would give me money, I will serve you for the rest of my life.”

“Okay. Still, lawmakers do not receive harsh treatment anywhere. If the religious bastards were human, they wouldn’t harass the doctor who treats them. Since I don’t have a separate recluse, let’s replace it with a Baesajirye ceremony.”

Then Yomin fell face down on the floor.

Boyeol, who was happily looking at his first student, grits his teeth when a sudden thought occurs to him.

“But. Even if I go, shouldn’t I give these obnoxious bastards a hard time before I go? Well, what’s your advice? I’m probably older than the baby’s father, the bright blue cub.”

—-

The Qing Dynasty’s honor is completely unrivaled.

This is guaranteed by the best female student and Shintu, so it can be said to be a specialty worthy of recognition by the martial arts world.

It has the explosive acceleration of Cheonmagunlimbo, which reaches maximum speed in just three steps, Gyeokgong Sunshin, the fastest light attack at short and medium distances, and a thousand-mile flight that lives up to its name over long distances.

With the weightless walking of Wolnyeosanbo, people even use neungpamibo for emergency escape in response to unusual changes in weather.

So, even if Cheong’s eyes roll back at the taste of blood and he falls between enemy lines, he has the ability to come back right away if he misses a chance.

But usually that isn’t the case.

If you go into the midst of enemies alone, you can only be considered a good person if you perform well and die.

Or it’s just a dog’s death.

This is also the reason why commanders always emphasize the formation and hold rituals during battle.

As soon as they confirmed Cheong’s safe return, the three gourmets felt relieved, but then they felt something was missing.

“Dog No!” “Old Dog Grandpa!” “Dog No!”

The window woman, the gnat, and the illiterate poet shouted.

Cheong’s momentum, etc.

“Let’s go rescue him!”

“Lady!” “Lady!” “Lady!”

As Cheong charges again, the three supreme gourmets urgently shoulder him with spears and swords.

Will someone like Ilryu block the path to the ultimate signing room?

The sine room divides the enemy fiercely.

“Ah, Gomtaeng. Me too, Gyuk.”

Na Yang-gyeol tried to follow him, but one of the royal family’s guests grabbed the back of his neck, and with a gasping sound, he jumped up on both feet and came down again.

“Sojeo, please stay with us. You have to wear it somewhere. Even if I try to stretch it between climaxes, it only hurts my ankles.”

“Miss, will I live because I am so sad about climaxing.”

Meanwhile, Gyeonno fought well.

The strange twin weapons of Woochang and Left Sword are martial arts called Sangsangeom and Sangsanchang, respectively.

As the spear and sword draw a straight line all around Gangmaeng, the straight line of the two arms spreads out like a fan.

The Sapa warriors each clutch their chests and roll on the floor.

Even though the tip of the spear and the sword penetrated, the hole in the body was only a small dot, like a nail mark.

It’s a terrible hand that hits the vital spot and falls out, leaving you dying of pain.

The Sapa warriors who had rushed in at the sight of an enemy faltered, and a circular clearing was created with the dog at the center.

The Sapa samurai, lying between their dogs and their enemies, are clutching the small hole in their hearts and struggling to survive.

They were Baekungdan warriors.

Jo Gwang-ang, who boasted about the art of war, drew up the formation, so naturally he placed his members in the rear where there would be the least damage.

So, should Jo Gwang-ang just watch his subordinates die?

Even though it’s called Transcendence, I’m still a young girl, and I’m an experienced Transcendee, and when I reach Transcendence, I’ll tell you how much of a difference that one small step can make.

So Jo Kwang-ang appears, shouting excitedly.

“Dare! Are you harming the Geon-ah of the Sadyoryun?! Your bitch, um, who is this old guy!?”

I clearly saw the Heavenly Flower Sword falling, but when I hit it, the Heavenly Fire Sword was everywhere and an old man took its place.

The subordinates were crawling on the floor, clutching his neck and chest, but the bleeding didn’t seem to be significant.

There is already a hole in the heart, so it is already difficult to survive, but on the outside, it looks like there is still a chance of survival.

So Jo Gwang-ang’s heart becomes urgent.

Jo Gwang-ang kicks the ground and shouts to show his fighting spirit.

“Oh! You old bastard! Today is your memorial day!”

The dog responds with the tip of the raised spear.

And the brilliant light blooming above the back of the hand aimed at the spear, the flat, wide star on the ground.

It was Kang Hwan.

Jo Gwang-ang shows off an amazing feat of running backwards at the same speed he was running.

Squeak. It is not an actual sound, but a sound that seems to be seen and heard with the eyes.

That’s right, Sapa is strong and weak!

There is absolutely no shame in retreating from a strong man!

“Well, what is your name…? … .”

“Why? They say he’s an old guy?”

“Isn’t that what everyone does on that battlefield?”

“Okay. Since we met on the battlefield, there is no need to blame me.”

“Damn it! Hiding a master! You sneaky bastards! Even after all this, you still call it a political faction! Isn’t it something we need to criticize and fight fair and square?”

It was a remark that made me wonder why on earth the political faction’s uninformed people were viewed as lackadaisical people by Sapa.

Thick beads of sweat rolled across Jo Gwang-ang’s face.

Hehehehe! It was a pretty sight!

However, Jo Gwang-ang is also a (self-proclaimed) master of military strategy, having memorized it by reading the military book dozens of times.

The brain in crisis heats up and is busy looking for the best plan.

“Hit! Baekwoong’s warriors! The enemy is one, we are many! Unleash infinite waves!”

Infinite Changpa. It means a huge wave that pushes indefinitely, and is the most basic way for several people to compete against many people.

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Gyeonno’s expression suddenly distorts as he hears a very disturbing cry.

The Sapa bastards have turned around!

At that moment, Gyeon-no’s expression is blank as he says he must first pierce the heart of the bastard.

Among the Sapa warriors who were moving left and right to take their place in the successful group, those who seemed to be moving nimbly suddenly turned back and escaped.

The same was true for the owner of the brewery, Jo Gwang-ang.

Jo Gwang-ang’s brain faithfully came up with a plan.

The thirty-sixth world of the thirty-six worlds, the surrounding world!

If the angle doesn’t come out, don’t regret it and jump out!

You and I both know that if you give an order, the enemy will clearly prepare.

For the elites of Baekwoongdan, Infinite Changpa is not a call for them to put up a successful lineup.

Since there is no answer, it is an order to throw the things below and get out.

Jo Gwang-ang, who hastily made his way through the battle group, grabs Munjeong Station.

“got hit! We have to run away right now!”

“What are you talking about! Suddenly-”

“There was a hidden expert! The master of Hwagyeong was hiding!”

Munjeong Station’s expression becomes serious at that.

“One flower scene for the three of us-”

“Who is dealing with Soo-yang Kang!? Seo Mun-cheong, that girl!?”

“When the peak guys announce their acceptance list-”

In response, Jo Gwang-ang pounds his chest.

“Then who will face the peak over there!”

“First of all, the first class of the combat group-”

“Are you planning to stop borrowing money from being returned? Are you planning to go down to the third class? Are you planning to let the battle group be exterminated? Whoever can be saved should be saved!”

The thirty-six realms like a sword.

In fact, Jo Gwang-ang’s judgment was similar to that of a commander, so it can be said that he was not a man who read military records for nothing.

If the fight is not going to work, you should quit right away and step away, no matter how much you lose.

How many commanders in the past and in the future ended up fighting because they were so overwhelmed by the damage that they could not escape?

Beep beep!

Finally, Munjeong Station gives the signal to retreat.