"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 124 - I'll kill your half
Gokilgi, a horse master who used to visit Gwangmyeong Manor in Jinyeong, was lucky enough to become a soldier of twelve horses about a month ago.
Then, moving eastward, he accepted Jang Ye, a red flame, as his subordinate, and settled in Mt. Guseon. And he robbed nearby villages and increased his tax.
In the meantime, he heard a story from his subordinate about 'an odd thing that doesn't seem to make money'. He revisited Hahyup Jeomchon because it seemed to be Paljuryeong for some reason.
When the village chief's expression changed, he hurriedly asked the song diary.
“Did you remember now?”
"that is… … .”
The village chief was about to say something about the tomb of the god of Toji, when he heard the sound of horses hooves in the distance.
The gaze of the village chief as well as the thieves turned to one side.
Four men who appeared to be Murim people were riding their horses.
All of a sudden, the faces of the village chief and the villagers turned red.
I asked for help from the White House a while ago, and it seemed like they came just in time.
Ten scattered bandits gathered around Gokilgi and Jangye.
Zhang Ye, who knows the inaction of the song diary, snorted.
"joy! They said that one-day-dogs don't know how to be afraid. I don't know who it is, but they're looking for a place to die.”
hee hee hee! hee hee
As if all four were excellent in horsemanship, the four horses that had been running like the wind stopped.
Eventually, the four of them lightly landed on the ground.
After discovering the two decapitated bodies, Mujin Somu-jin, a white swordsman, frowned.
Even at a glance, it was a scene where bandits plundered the village and even killed people.
Lee Shin-woong, who is more hot-tempered than So Mu-jin, took a step forward and shouted.
“What kind of people are you! How dare you commit plunder and murder in Baekju! There must be no thieves!”
Zhang Ye replied with a smile.
“Yes, we are the heros who settled in Mt. Guseon. Who are you guys?”
Shin-woong Lee's eyes narrowed at the word Guseonsan.
As expected, they were bandits of Mt. Guseon.
However, it bothers me a little that he is so confident for thieves who have not even entered the green forest.
“We are the people of White Sword Gate! Since you guys killed the villagers, there's no point in talking any more! I will kill them all and appease the spirits of those who have been slain!”
Along with the words, Lee Shin-woong drew his sword.
Somujin and their two disciples also quickly drew their swords.
Although outnumbered, the people of Baekgeommun showed no sign of fear. If the opponent is a group of ordinary bandits, numbers don't mean much.
Then, the song diary I was watching began to giggle as if it couldn't hold back its laughter.
It is time for So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong to turn their attention to him.
Suddenly, the new type of song diary disappeared from the spot like a ghost.
Surprised by the opponent's new method, Somujin gave a short shout.
"be careful! Not an ordinary guy!”
before he even finished speaking. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew overhead.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-.
A huge ax whirled like a windmill and landed on the heads of the four men.
The four of them swung their swords over their heads and slashed the axes.
tatttttttttttttttttttttd
First, Joo Yoon-sung and Jacheong fell backwards.
So Moo-jin and Lee Shin-woong shuddered and retreated, but the look of despair was evident.
Gok Diary ran like the wind, picked up the ax again, and smashed into Somujin.
Boo woo woo-.
Tired of the tremendous sound, So Mu-jin hurriedly backed away, not daring to deal with it.
The ax naturally headed for Lee Shin-woong next to him.
Lee Shin-woong tried to remove the ax with his sword, but he ran out of strength and instead got caught up in the axe.
Kwaaang.
Lee Shin-woong, who was hit by the axe, flew back, spraying his blood.
"Priests!"
So Mu-jin tried to run to Shin-woong Lee, but the ax blocked his path.
“Quack! Who is going to kill whom?”
Gok Diary laughed and swung the ax again.
So Mu-jin quickly stepped back, but the song diary followed like a shadow.
Boo Woo-.
Once again, the ax flew into Somujin's upper body.
So Mu-jin, who could not shake him off, stabbed his sword with a spirit of ‘Cha-ha!’.
It was truly a two-sided plan.
But surprisingly, the heavy ax was much faster than the sword.
Surprised, Somujin widened his eyes.
If this is the case, it is a situation where only himself will die, not the plan of both sides.
Without a doubt, he retrieved the sword and raised the axe.
Chirik.
However, the ax did not change its direction even though it was raised with the strength of the whole body.
"omg!"
As the ax approached, Somujin instinctively rolled on the ground. He spread Tagon by thinking that Murim people hate death rather than death.
“Ha ha ha! die! die!"
Gok Diary exploded like a madman and hit the ground with an axe.
puck. puck. puck.
At that time, Somujin had to roll around.
Mujin So, who had been rolling around for a while, realized belatedly that his opponent was making fun of him.
'Such a dog!'
The ax stroke did not feel the same delicacy as the first time.
The opponent was literally tapping the floor without a break as if joking. As if telling them not to get up and just roll around.
Just then, a wagon came to a halt as it skidded.
It was as natural as stopping for a while while touring a scenic spot.
Soon after, six people opened the carriage door and came out.
Yoo Geun-sik, who was sitting next to the coachman, jumped down.
The seven people snooped in all directions, unsuitable for the murderous atmosphere.
Gokilgi, who had been hammering an ax on the ground, lost his excitement and stepped back.
“What else are you guys doing?”
When the ax stopped, So Mu-jin ran to Shin-woong Lee and hugged him.
Fortunately, Lee Shin-woong's breath was still attached.
So Mu-jin carried Lee Shin-woong and moved to the place where Joo Yun-seong and Jacheong were.
Seeing the wary thief, So Mu-jin let out a sigh of relief.
'ha! It looks like they weren't together.'
I wonder if the Justice aliance and Namgungse are really people.
But even so, I couldn't be relieved.
The martial arts of the thief with the ax were unimaginably excellent.
Will they be able to overcome the provincial master priest and the one who defeated them?
Namgungcheon, the blue cloud sword, approached the trembling old man.
The enemy Yeomla Zhangye, who was guarding the old man, took a step back involuntarily at the man's prayer.
“Old man, what happened here?”
The village chief answered with a face that had been dead but came back to life.
“They are the thieves of Mt. Guseon. I looted it once a few days ago, but I want you to come back today and give me something... … .”
“What did you ask me to give you?”
“It’s a round object with eight bell shapes carved in all directions. He said he didn’t know, so he killed people without hesitation.”
“Eight bells in all directions?”
Namgungcheon tilted her head.
What on earth is it that you want to steal it even by killing people?
At that time, Namgoongyeon muttered.
“Eight bells.”
At that word, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed.
The song diary was rapidly approaching, waving to live.
“I asked what you guys are doing!”
Gucheonno also asked, with a heartache blocking his way.
“Aren’t you also a famous school foodie? Judging from the fact that the butcher's group was reduced to that level, it looks like they are about 12 horsemen. Is that right?”
The song diary glared at his heartache with a stunned expression.
Even though he knew that he was a soldier of the Twelve Horses, no one had ever spoken so madly.
“Kuuuu! You are a senile old man. I would have run away if I had known that I was the Twelve Horsemen of the famous cult... … .”
A heartache interrupted him.
“Ughhh. Twelve Horsemen is right. You met the right person today. Confucius, I will only kill half of the small man. Please allow me.”
"crazy… … .”
Gok Diary looked at the old man with absurd eyes.
It was absurd that an old man with a goatee would kill half of the 12 horsemen of the famous cult.
Something even more absurd happened after that.
Among the old man's party, one of the young men answered with a natural virtuous face.
“Sheesh! Where are you going to sell your drugs? You can only kill half of it anyway.”
The unbearable song diary put strength into his hand holding the axe.
“Yeah, talk to your heart’s content. A little while ago, those two old men shouted louder than you, but in the end, I was beaten like a dog by the principal. Let them know that the Twelve Horses is not a name to be spoken of in vain.”
“Heh heh. If you talk about it, let's die now. Do you know where the twelve horsemen died at the hands of our Confucius?”
Along with the words, Heartache pulled out Yuyeopdo.
Before long, Gok Diary and Heart Pain recklessly ran towards each other.
Cha-cha-cha-window. Papa pat.
The ax and sword were intertwined in a flamboyant way.
Unlike the days of So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong, the heartache did not bounce back.
Rather, every time he was struck by his sword, the ax flinched and deviated from its trajectory.
Gok Diary's face twisted.
He felt that neither he nor he could press down with force.
I haven't been like this since I became a twelve-horse soldier, but I don't know what the case is.
'Shit! It's just a petty thief... ….’
Gradually, as he became short of breath, Gok Diary unfolded a gale-force blue that was the beginning of his lifesaver.
Woo woo woo-.
As the name suggests, a huge gust of wind from the ax rushed towards Simtong. The gust of wind itself seemed quite strong, as if it were a tangible energy.
“Oh man! Let's see whose wind is stronger!”
Heartache stretched out Yuyeopdo in front of him and shook it violently.
It is an unfolding of the three-fold cloud dragon style of the nine thousand years technique.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-.
A battle of strength and power.
The gusts of the axe and the dragon fist winds created by the yuyeopdo collided in the middle.
Kwajajajajak.
A short scream erupted with the sound of something grinding and breaking.
“Cheak!”
The knife handle was shattered and scattered in all directions.
Fragments caught in the wind of the Dragon Fist swept across the upper body of the standing Gok Diary.
Torn to shreds by pottery and shrapnel, Gok Diary died with his eyes wide open.
“Oops! I killed him in one shot!”
Heartache fled backwards with a fuss.
So Mu-jin, Joo Yun-seong, and Ja-cheong Yu looked at the old man with blank eyes.
His projection was a world they had never dreamed of, a world beyond heaven. Even if he was a long master of the Chillpai Gate, he wouldn't be so incompetent.
But what really surprised them happened after that.
fast. Tuduk. Took.
The sound of severely breaking bones could be heard from the body of the dead thief standing still.
And his clothes and skin fall off in bits and pieces And a dark red-skinned monster came out of it. It looked as if the cocoon had been ripped open and a butterfly emerged.
Of course, it was not a butterfly, but a dark red-skinned monster.
So Moo-jin and his party's mouths widened at the first article they had ever seen.
The old man's martial arts was amazing, but what happened after that was shocking enough to be a flagship.
Unusually, the body of this song diary did not become as large as before.
Instead, it had a single horn on the top of its head.
“Cra la la la—.”
The song diary opened his mouth to the sky and shouted as if calling someone.
Then he slowly turned his head towards the heartache.
Seeing the creepy hostility flowing from his dark eyes, he seemed to know who had killed him.
Feeling chills for no reason, he secretly hid himself behind his enemy.
“Why, do more. You said you would only kill half of them?”
“I took care of the first part, so now Gongja-nim can finish it.”
"Anyway, it's not a normal mouth."
Shaking his head as if he had lost, Yeonjeokha walked forward.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 124 - I'll kill your half
Gokilgi, a horse master who used to visit Gwangmyeong Manor in Jinyeong, was lucky enough to become a soldier of twelve horses about a month ago.
Then, moving eastward, he accepted Jang Ye, a red flame, as his subordinate, and settled in Mt. Guseon. And he robbed nearby villages and increased his tax.
In the meantime, he heard a story from his subordinate about 'an odd thing that doesn't seem to make money'. He revisited Hahyup Jeomchon because it seemed to be Paljuryeong for some reason.
When the village chief's expression changed, he hurriedly asked the song diary.
“Did you remember now?”
"that is… … .”
The village chief was about to say something about the tomb of the god of Toji, when he heard the sound of horses hooves in the distance.
The gaze of the village chief as well as the thieves turned to one side.
Four men who appeared to be Murim people were riding their horses.
All of a sudden, the faces of the village chief and the villagers turned red.
I asked for help from the White House a while ago, and it seemed like they came just in time.
Ten scattered bandits gathered around Gokilgi and Jangye.
Zhang Ye, who knows the inaction of the song diary, snorted.
"joy! They said that one-day-dogs don't know how to be afraid. I don't know who it is, but they're looking for a place to die.”
hee hee hee! hee hee
As if all four were excellent in horsemanship, the four horses that had been running like the wind stopped.
Eventually, the four of them lightly landed on the ground.
After discovering the two decapitated bodies, Mujin Somu-jin, a white swordsman, frowned.
Even at a glance, it was a scene where bandits plundered the village and even killed people.
Lee Shin-woong, who is more hot-tempered than So Mu-jin, took a step forward and shouted.
“What kind of people are you! How dare you commit plunder and murder in Baekju! There must be no thieves!”
Zhang Ye replied with a smile.
“Yes, we are the heros who settled in Mt. Guseon. Who are you guys?”
Shin-woong Lee's eyes narrowed at the word Guseonsan.
As expected, they were bandits of Mt. Guseon.
However, it bothers me a little that he is so confident for thieves who have not even entered the green forest.
“We are the people of White Sword Gate! Since you guys killed the villagers, there's no point in talking any more! I will kill them all and appease the spirits of those who have been slain!”
Along with the words, Lee Shin-woong drew his sword.
Somujin and their two disciples also quickly drew their swords.
Although outnumbered, the people of Baekgeommun showed no sign of fear. If the opponent is a group of ordinary bandits, numbers don't mean much.
Then, the song diary I was watching began to giggle as if it couldn't hold back its laughter.
It is time for So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong to turn their attention to him.
Suddenly, the new type of song diary disappeared from the spot like a ghost.
Surprised by the opponent's new method, Somujin gave a short shout.
"be careful! Not an ordinary guy!”
before he even finished speaking. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew overhead.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-.
A huge ax whirled like a windmill and landed on the heads of the four men.
The four of them swung their swords over their heads and slashed the axes.
tatttttttttttttttttttttd
First, Joo Yoon-sung and Jacheong fell backwards.
So Moo-jin and Lee Shin-woong shuddered and retreated, but the look of despair was evident.
Gok Diary ran like the wind, picked up the ax again, and smashed into Somujin.
Boo woo woo-.
Tired of the tremendous sound, So Mu-jin hurriedly backed away, not daring to deal with it.
The ax naturally headed for Lee Shin-woong next to him.
Lee Shin-woong tried to remove the ax with his sword, but he ran out of strength and instead got caught up in the axe.
Kwaaang.
Lee Shin-woong, who was hit by the axe, flew back, spraying his blood.
"Priests!"
So Mu-jin tried to run to Shin-woong Lee, but the ax blocked his path.
“Quack! Who is going to kill whom?”
Gok Diary laughed and swung the ax again.
So Mu-jin quickly stepped back, but the song diary followed like a shadow.
Boo Woo-.
Once again, the ax flew into Somujin's upper body.
So Mu-jin, who could not shake him off, stabbed his sword with a spirit of ‘Cha-ha!’.
It was truly a two-sided plan.
But surprisingly, the heavy ax was much faster than the sword.
Surprised, Somujin widened his eyes.
If this is the case, it is a situation where only himself will die, not the plan of both sides.
Without a doubt, he retrieved the sword and raised the axe.
Chirik.
However, the ax did not change its direction even though it was raised with the strength of the whole body.
"omg!"
As the ax approached, Somujin instinctively rolled on the ground. He spread Tagon by thinking that Murim people hate death rather than death.
“Ha ha ha! die! die!"
Gok Diary exploded like a madman and hit the ground with an axe.
puck. puck. puck.
At that time, Somujin had to roll around.
Mujin So, who had been rolling around for a while, realized belatedly that his opponent was making fun of him.
'Such a dog!'
The ax stroke did not feel the same delicacy as the first time.
The opponent was literally tapping the floor without a break as if joking. As if telling them not to get up and just roll around.
Just then, a wagon came to a halt as it skidded.
It was as natural as stopping for a while while touring a scenic spot.
Soon after, six people opened the carriage door and came out.
Yoo Geun-sik, who was sitting next to the coachman, jumped down.
The seven people snooped in all directions, unsuitable for the murderous atmosphere.
Gokilgi, who had been hammering an ax on the ground, lost his excitement and stepped back.
“What else are you guys doing?”
When the ax stopped, So Mu-jin ran to Shin-woong Lee and hugged him.
Fortunately, Lee Shin-woong's breath was still attached.
So Mu-jin carried Lee Shin-woong and moved to the place where Joo Yun-seong and Jacheong were.
Seeing the wary thief, So Mu-jin let out a sigh of relief.
'ha! It looks like they weren't together.'
I wonder if the Justice aliance and Namgungse are really people.
But even so, I couldn't be relieved.
The martial arts of the thief with the ax were unimaginably excellent.
Will they be able to overcome the provincial master priest and the one who defeated them?
Namgungcheon, the blue cloud sword, approached the trembling old man.
The enemy Yeomla Zhangye, who was guarding the old man, took a step back involuntarily at the man's prayer.
“Old man, what happened here?”
The village chief answered with a face that had been dead but came back to life.
“They are the thieves of Mt. Guseon. I looted it once a few days ago, but I want you to come back today and give me something... … .”
“What did you ask me to give you?”
“It’s a round object with eight bell shapes carved in all directions. He said he didn’t know, so he killed people without hesitation.”
“Eight bells in all directions?”
Namgungcheon tilted her head.
What on earth is it that you want to steal it even by killing people?
At that time, Namgoongyeon muttered.
“Eight bells.”
At that word, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed.
The song diary was rapidly approaching, waving to live.
“I asked what you guys are doing!”
Gucheonno also asked, with a heartache blocking his way.
“Aren’t you also a famous school foodie? Judging from the fact that the butcher's group was reduced to that level, it looks like they are about 12 horsemen. Is that right?”
The song diary glared at his heartache with a stunned expression.
Even though he knew that he was a soldier of the Twelve Horses, no one had ever spoken so madly.
“Kuuuu! You are a senile old man. I would have run away if I had known that I was the Twelve Horsemen of the famous cult... … .”
A heartache interrupted him.
“Ughhh. Twelve Horsemen is right. You met the right person today. Confucius, I will only kill half of the small man. Please allow me.”
"crazy… … .”
Gok Diary looked at the old man with absurd eyes.
It was absurd that an old man with a goatee would kill half of the 12 horsemen of the famous cult.
Something even more absurd happened after that.
Among the old man's party, one of the young men answered with a natural virtuous face.
“Sheesh! Where are you going to sell your drugs? You can only kill half of it anyway.”
The unbearable song diary put strength into his hand holding the axe.
“Yeah, talk to your heart’s content. A little while ago, those two old men shouted louder than you, but in the end, I was beaten like a dog by the principal. Let them know that the Twelve Horses is not a name to be spoken of in vain.”
“Heh heh. If you talk about it, let's die now. Do you know where the twelve horsemen died at the hands of our Confucius?”
Along with the words, Heartache pulled out Yuyeopdo.
Before long, Gok Diary and Heart Pain recklessly ran towards each other.
Cha-cha-cha-window. Papa pat.
The ax and sword were intertwined in a flamboyant way.
Unlike the days of So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong, the heartache did not bounce back.
Rather, every time he was struck by his sword, the ax flinched and deviated from its trajectory.
Gok Diary's face twisted.
He felt that neither he nor he could press down with force.
I haven't been like this since I became a twelve-horse soldier, but I don't know what the case is.
'Shit! It's just a petty thief... ….’
Gradually, as he became short of breath, Gok Diary unfolded a gale-force blue that was the beginning of his lifesaver.
Woo woo woo-.
As the name suggests, a huge gust of wind from the ax rushed towards Simtong. The gust of wind itself seemed quite strong, as if it were a tangible energy.
“Oh man! Let's see whose wind is stronger!”
Heartache stretched out Yuyeopdo in front of him and shook it violently.
It is an unfolding of the three-fold cloud dragon style of the nine thousand years technique.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-.
A battle of strength and power.
The gusts of the axe and the dragon fist winds created by the yuyeopdo collided in the middle.
Kwajajajajak.
A short scream erupted with the sound of something grinding and breaking.
“Cheak!”
The knife handle was shattered and scattered in all directions.
Fragments caught in the wind of the Dragon Fist swept across the upper body of the standing Gok Diary.
Torn to shreds by pottery and shrapnel, Gok Diary died with his eyes wide open.
“Oops! I killed him in one shot!”
Heartache fled backwards with a fuss.
So Mu-jin, Joo Yun-seong, and Ja-cheong Yu looked at the old man with blank eyes.
His projection was a world they had never dreamed of, a world beyond heaven. Even if he was a long master of the Chillpai Gate, he wouldn't be so incompetent.
But what really surprised them happened after that.
fast. Tuduk. Took.
The sound of severely breaking bones could be heard from the body of the dead thief standing still.
And his clothes and skin fall off in bits and pieces And a dark red-skinned monster came out of it. It looked as if the cocoon had been ripped open and a butterfly emerged.
Of course, it was not a butterfly, but a dark red-skinned monster.
So Moo-jin and his party's mouths widened at the first article they had ever seen.
The old man's martial arts was amazing, but what happened after that was shocking enough to be a flagship.
Unusually, the body of this song diary did not become as large as before.
Instead, it had a single horn on the top of its head.
“Cra la la la—.”
The song diary opened his mouth to the sky and shouted as if calling someone.
Then he slowly turned his head towards the heartache.
Seeing the creepy hostility flowing from his dark eyes, he seemed to know who had killed him.
Feeling chills for no reason, he secretly hid himself behind his enemy.
“Why, do more. You said you would only kill half of them?”
“I took care of the first part, so now Gongja-nim can finish it.”
"Anyway, it's not a normal mouth."
Shaking his head as if he had lost, Yeonjeokha walked forward.
