Chapter: 1037
However, Tae Kwang didn�t say anything more because he knew Jianghu�s unwritten rule not to intervene in the internal affairs of the other clans.
The birthday of Cheong-jin, the sect leader of the Wudang sect, was just around the corner.
Cheong-jin did not attach much importance to his birthday, so he told the Wudang sect disciples not to make a big deal about it but the disciples did not agree.�
Cheong-jin had sacrificed his whole life for the Wudang sect.
The disciples wanted to do something meaningful for him.
If there was only one hobby for Cheong-jin, it was to play a stringed instrument.
It was said that his skill in playing the instrument was enough to resonate in the sky. That�s why his nickname was God of Music.3
If there was any pleasure for him, it was discovering and playing new songs, not just existing songs. However, songs that he did not know were rarely present in the world.
At that time, the warriors of the Golden Island clan contacted Woo Pyeong.
They had a very old music score, and they wanted to give it as a gift to Cheong-jin.
Of course it wasn�t for free.
They wanted the Wudang sect to make some accommodations in exchange for the music sheet. It was not that difficult for Woo Pyeong, so he readily agreed and contacted them.
Since he had already received the music sheet from Lee Ja-myeong, Woo Pyeong had no intention of meddling in the internal affairs of the Golden Island clan.
Woo Pyeong�s gaze suddenly turned to the man and boy who were with Seol Hajin.
The man had his face hidden with a scarf, while the boy was holding a sword as big as his body in his bosom. The young boy also had seven wheels hanging around his neck.
�Hmm�!�
Woo Pyeong�s lips were squeezed, and a quiet hum flowed out.
His gaze was fixed on Pyo-wol, whose face was covered by a scarf.
He doesn�t know why, but the moment he saw him, he could not take his eyes off of him. He couldn�t turn away his head, as if his eyes were glued on him.
Experiencing this for the first time in his life, Woo Pyeong could not hide his perplexed expression.
�Who the hell is that guy?�
He channeled qi to his eyes and observed Pyo-wol.
At that moment, Pyo-wol turned his head and looked at him, probably feeling his persistent gaze.
The moment Pyo-wol�s eyes met his, Woo Pyeong felt something strange. He was startled by the chilling feeling as if a lightning bolt was going through his entire body.
�What?�
He was Woo Pyeong, a great disciple of the Wudang sect.
Although his martial arts was slightly inferior to that of another disciple, Woo Gong, his martial arts could be considered to be at the highest level even within the Wudang sect.
Most of the warriors of the Wudang sect delved into swordsmanship, but he was unusually obsessed with martial arts. Among them, he dug into the Ten-Section Brocades4 and mastered it to a high level.
The Ten-Section Brocades was the sum of the Wudang sect�s qingong. No one had mastered it to a high level within the Wudang sect better than him.
Woo Gong and Woo Gum, who were his senior brothers, also yielded to him when it came to qinggong. And even among the elders, there was no one who could match him. JrNovels.com
The birthday of Cheong-jin, the sect leader of the Wudang sect, was just around the corner.
Cheong-jin did not attach much importance to his birthday, so he told the Wudang sect disciples not to make a big deal about it but the disciples did not agree.�
Cheong-jin had sacrificed his whole life for the Wudang sect.
The disciples wanted to do something meaningful for him.
If there was only one hobby for Cheong-jin, it was to play a stringed instrument.
It was said that his skill in playing the instrument was enough to resonate in the sky. That�s why his nickname was God of Music.3
If there was any pleasure for him, it was discovering and playing new songs, not just existing songs. However, songs that he did not know were rarely present in the world.
At that time, the warriors of the Golden Island clan contacted Woo Pyeong.
They had a very old music score, and they wanted to give it as a gift to Cheong-jin.
Of course it wasn�t for free.
They wanted the Wudang sect to make some accommodations in exchange for the music sheet. It was not that difficult for Woo Pyeong, so he readily agreed and contacted them.
Since he had already received the music sheet from Lee Ja-myeong, Woo Pyeong had no intention of meddling in the internal affairs of the Golden Island clan.
Woo Pyeong�s gaze suddenly turned to the man and boy who were with Seol Hajin.
The man had his face hidden with a scarf, while the boy was holding a sword as big as his body in his bosom. The young boy also had seven wheels hanging around his neck.
�Hmm�!�
Woo Pyeong�s lips were squeezed, and a quiet hum flowed out.
His gaze was fixed on Pyo-wol, whose face was covered by a scarf.
He doesn�t know why, but the moment he saw him, he could not take his eyes off of him. He couldn�t turn away his head, as if his eyes were glued on him.
Experiencing this for the first time in his life, Woo Pyeong could not hide his perplexed expression.
�Who the hell is that guy?�
He channeled qi to his eyes and observed Pyo-wol.
At that moment, Pyo-wol turned his head and looked at him, probably feeling his persistent gaze.
The moment Pyo-wol�s eyes met his, Woo Pyeong felt something strange. He was startled by the chilling feeling as if a lightning bolt was going through his entire body.
�What?�
He was Woo Pyeong, a great disciple of the Wudang sect.
Although his martial arts was slightly inferior to that of another disciple, Woo Gong, his martial arts could be considered to be at the highest level even within the Wudang sect.
Most of the warriors of the Wudang sect delved into swordsmanship, but he was unusually obsessed with martial arts. Among them, he dug into the Ten-Section Brocades4 and mastered it to a high level.
The Ten-Section Brocades was the sum of the Wudang sect�s qingong. No one had mastered it to a high level within the Wudang sect better than him.
Woo Gong and Woo Gum, who were his senior brothers, also yielded to him when it came to qinggong. And even among the elders, there was no one who could match him. JrNovels.com
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