Chapter 140

Chapter 140. Traces left by chopsticks (2)

Less than a month after the war between Cult of Heavenly Demon and the sectarian Morim broke out.

Due to the war, the commercial area near Kryonsan was booming.

Iron sword wind clouds began to flock to the uninhabited islands near Kryonsan as the battlegrounds of Kryonsan, rather than Jucheon.

It was not only the Moorites who flocked.

The people who lived and earned money from the battle between Moorim and Moorim also flowed near Qilian Mountain.

Merchants near Qilian Mountain were busy burying them.

They too were not afraid of war. But isn’t it a war between the Molim and the Molim?

Except in special cases, such as those at Cheonghaeyeon, civilian populations were rarely involved in the Moorim battle.

Iron sword wind fortune Cheolhyo Yoon Ja-ryeong is famous for its cooperativeness with its peculiar nature.

Like Cheonghaeyeon, there was no exploitation of nearby folk plants as an excuse to stop the Cult of Heavenly Demon.

In such a situation, merchants in the neighborhood traded slowly.

Geumhaengzan (金霞 客棧) was no exception.

He made food without continuity, and Mt. Jiangsu helped Noona carry food without rest.

“When is the meat fried here?”

“Give me some more vegetables!”

“One more bottle of wine!”

The order continued without a break.

In the meantime, it was obvious that it was not easy for a boy who hadn’t even been made to continue to work.

In addition, Mt. Jiangsu was smaller than other children, so it was clear that even the same work would be more difficult.

Nevertheless, Jiangsu never had a hard time.

He knew that he was not alone alone.

‘Noona will be as hard as I am.’

You only have to carry the cooking you have made, but Noona’s instructor has to stand in front of the fire to cook food.

You’ll feel hot when you get close, but it’s not going to be hard because you’re holding more than half of the day in front of the fire.

So Mount Jiangsu did not rest.

I encouraged myself further and continued working.

It was past midnight when the guests who had flocked to eat or drink returned.

Kang Ye-ha, who had worked tirelessly until then, seemed exhausted. If I had a place to lie down right away, I wanted to sleep there.

But Mount Jiangsu did not rest.

Instead, they sat on the floor of their cups and closed their eyes. As I began to memorize the knots in my head, the warmth of blooms bloomed under my navel.

Jiangsu continued to memorize the word and began to slowly spread the thread over the whole body.

Little warmth was felt in every corner of the body.

‘This is what you are doing.’

I have not learned properly about martial arts, but I have heard many things. So Jiangsu could see.

Whenever you memorize the verse that luck taught you, this energy that slowly blooms is Nagong.

How long have you been flying?

Mount Jiangsu woke up slowly, taking the last deep breath. Then I picked up what was in the corner of the cupboard.

It was a stick wrapped in an old cloth.

No, it’s not a stick.

When the old cloth was peeled off with the sound of a scoop, a tacky sword appeared in it.

It wasn’t so expensive black.

You can go to any smithy for a cheap price, mixed with a lot of iron.

Mount Jiangsu grabbed the sword like a treasure.

And slowly began to swing with breathing.

The sound of the sword cut through the air rang loudly. The direction of the sword was always constant.

Bottom left [右上] from top left [左下]. Trajectories leading up to the diagonal line continued in the air.

The trajectory exactly coincided with a trace carved on the wall of the cup.

Mt. Jiangsu saw a trace after wielding a sword. Then I looked back at his sword.

Then what did you think of?

Jiangsu grabbed the sword and stepped out of the cup.

Moonlight shining through the back of the mountain of Jiangsu in the cloud was shining on the Galaxy.

The outlook of Mount Jiangsu was headed under a stone bridge across a nearby river.

The wide and flat side of the pillar of stone supporting the bridge was visible.

Jiangsu grabbed the sword and stared at the stone bridge.

Look at it for a while.

Moonlight flashed on the tip of the sword, but the sword in the hands of Mt.

Jiangsu Mountain’s sword scratched a stone bridge, resulting in an oblique diagonal pattern.

The sword was not a pattern made by digging stones, but a pattern made by scraping.

It was still impossible for the sword of Mt. Jiangsu to dig into the rock less than a year after practicing Gongong.

But Mount Jiangsu was not disappointed.

I think of the traces of luck left in my head and compare it with my own.

Every time I saw the traces left by luck, thanks to the gap, I now naturally came to mind.

‘If it wasn’t a stone, but a tree, could my knife leave such traces?’

Mt. Gangso shook his head lightly, asking himself in his head, thinking of the trace.

I had to try a little bit more.

Jiangsu again grasped the sword and continued to scrape the stone bridge.

And there was one eye that kept watching such activities from Mt.

His Noona was instructed.

Kang Ye-ha’s gaze at Mt. Jiangsu was mixed with worries and audacity. I worry that it will be hard if I don’t rest properly.

And the boldness of continuing practice.

Ms. Jiang So-san looked at him until he finished his training.

Somewhere, the wind blew lightly through the hem of two brothers and sisters.

Saryonghui visited Geumhaengzan to eat, and admired me.

The Charred Dragon Unit was settled inside the Mount Qilian Mountain, and he came to the village to scout the neighborhood.

“Really awesome.”

As Saryonghui continued to admire, the leaders of the Charred Dragon Unit came out with him.

Even though the order came out, Saryonghui continued to admire the walls of the cup.

“What’s so great?”

“Please let me know too.”

It was Dang So Bung who was the eldest daughter of Shandong musicians and the Sagongdang family.

As soon as they approached, Seryong Hui, who was awakened, looked embarrassed and pointed the wall of the cup with his finger.

“Evil falcons, falcons. It’s not that different. It’s awesome, isn’t it? ”

“You mean the black spot?”

Their eyes moved around along the fingers of Saryonghui. Pangak also shook his head while sitting in a seat of interest.

And at the end of their gaze, there was a sword carved on the wall of the cup. Swords across the walls of the cups diagonally.

“Oh, I really had black marks.”

On the sword, the devil added his mouth with a startled expression, saying, “Be ugly.”

Dang Soung Bung asked, screaming.

“Isn’t it just plain black? What’s so great about these plain black marks? ”

The question wasn’t just the Gansoung. The Buddhism also shook their heads in search of the sword. Pungak even seemed to be a big snorting.

Saryonghui, shrugged at their actions, slowly approached the wall of the cup.

Then, with the tip of my finger, I swept through the marks. Without any bends were smoothly stipulated.

“It’s a sword drawn without a mess. Is there anyone who can pull down the sword so perfectly? … . ”

“Is that difficult? A straight down sword is something that a ten-year-old, unnamed little boy can do. ”

Saryonghui shook his head at the end of Tang.

“Of course it’s simple, but it’s not easy to make such a perfect straight line. Among those who are confident that they can make their own straight swords, those who can do this perfectly will be counted. ”

“Is that so great?”

Saryonghui nodded.

He was still admiring his eyes on the black marks on the wall.

“It’s amazing how simple a straight sword was, but there’s no waste of power at all.”

His gaze turned to the edge of the sword. He began to look at the walls of the cups, which had been cut to the depth of the knuckles.

The wall of the cut-out cup was not disturbed by one point. Apparently, the sores seemed to be quite old, and the cuts were exactly what they were then.

‘This is a lively sword.’

A live sword must be alive on the wall cut by the master. One The smell of death was strong here.

So the sharp traces of the sharp edges may remain.

But the sword did not feel rejected. It’s just a weapon for killing black people in the first place.

‘Saving people is not an active sword, but an angina.’

Su-ryong-hui, who was curious about the person who left this sword, sang the saeng-shui.

“Let me ask you a question.”

“Yes, sir. What’s wrong? ”

Jumso was Mount Jiangsu.

Mt. Jiangsu was strangely minded as the first Moorim people watched the traces on the wall.

“Do you know what this trace, who traced it by wielding a sword?”

Saryonghui asked Mount Jiangsu. Jiangsu smiled and said.

“Isn’t this a trace made of sword?”

At the end of Mt. Jiangsu, the Buddhism and Dang So Bung looked at what he meant. The only one in the party who sat at the table also got up.

“Everyone sees a trace made of sword, but it’s not. The little boy is trying to play against us now! ”

As the huge enormity approached, Mt. Jiangsu stepped back unknowingly.

“I’m not really made of sword.”

“Huh, this little boy!”

At the moment, the inflation became more angry and the voice increased, the voice of someone was heard in the cup.

“It’s not really a trail made of sword.”

It was forced. At the end of Kang Ye-ha’s eyes all turned to him.

Toward such a group of dragons, Kang Ye-ha said, picking up a wooden chopsticks in the cup.

“It wasn’t a sword but this chopsticks.”

“Well, with chopsticks?”

Some really well crafted swords had smooth blackened surfaces to keep them free.

The skill of the sword was so excellent that it was helped by such a sword, but chopsticks.

Saryonghui pulled out a chopsticks.

“I will ask you again. Did you mean that you made this trace? ”

“Yes. I just pulled in any chopsticks and made this trace. ”

Saryonghui shook her eyes at the words of Kang Ye-ha. Kangho is wide and there are many rooted directors.

Saryonghui fell down the trace of the sword with his finger. Immediately afterwards, there was a bar, looking at Mt.

“If he could mimic this sword, would you rescue me?”

At the question of Saryonghui, Jiangsu nodded in a mess.

Saryonghui said to such a mountain.

“Can you show me your training if you are okay?”