"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 126- Troublesome night for young people
Shandong Province.
Meng Lin.
around dusk.
Four carriages entered the forest where the tombs of Mencius and his descendants were located.
The wagon that Yeonjeokha and his party rode.
A sigh escaped from the mouth of the younger brother who was standing next to the driver's seat.
I couldn't rest properly because I didn't see the inn after leaving the lower village.
Looking at the sign that reads ‘Blind Forest’, it looks like a village, but no matter how much I look at it, I can’t see the permission.
“Mister, there doesn’t seem to be any inn here either, right?”
The director of the coachman answered while looking left and right.
“Yeah, it doesn’t sound like a lot of people. The houses are sparsely visible... … .”
The director was also from Henan Province, so the situation in Shandong Province was bleak.
“Then, let’s rest here today. I don't think there's any point in going any further.”
“Good idea. It would be better to rest in an empty house than to be homeless.”
"ha!"
A shotgun trick flowed from the mouth of the Yeonjeokha.
I never thought wandering around the river would be this hard.
I thought it would be less difficult to ride in a wagon, but after a month, his butt hurts.
I thought it would be over after only five sanchaes, but the land is too wide.
Isa stopped the wagon in front of the largest building nearby.
Soon after, people came out of the carriage one by one.
First of all, Geun-shik Yoo said that he was sick.
“Oops! it's the waist My butt hurts too. There is no pain anywhere in my body.”
“Brother Yu, what do you do if you are already having a hard time? I only went to one living vegetable.”
“Wow! I think I went around ten places. Seol death penalty, isn’t it?”
“Tsk! What's so hard about a young guy? Namgung’s family and Noh Seon-bae don’t say much either.”
At Seol's point, Yoo Geun-sik shut his mouth.
It was because I thought that I was too trembling in front of Namgungcheon and Simtong, the sword of Cheongwoon.
Namgungcheon looked around and murmured.
“What is this? Houses are sparsely populated, but no one can be seen.”
Of course, it might be because it was winter, but it didn't feel like living among people.
Namgungyeon said as she moved her steps towards her hall.
“Maenglin is the tomb of the Mencius family.”
Namgungcheon hurriedly followed and asked.
"omg! So, is this all a graveyard?”
Namgung-yeon went deep inside, with her face asking what to ask for her natural words.
Yeon Jeok-ha also hurriedly followed Namgung-yeon.
Once inside, it's definitely not a house, but a shrine.
Maengrim seems to have been well maintained and is much larger and cleaner than the previous Po family shrine.
Suddenly, I remembered the long trip to Gangnam with my sworn brothers.
I don't know how I traveled that distance on my own two feet back then.
Seol Cha-soo, Yu Geun-sik, and Jin Seol-ha diligently traveled around the area to pick up dead trees.
After a while, Geun-sik Yoo lit a bonfire in the middle of the shrine.
As people gathered around the bonfire, Seol Cha-soo, who had become awkward for no reason, trembled.
"haha! Still, I see the virtue of Mencius.”
But no one responded to his jokes.
Except for Namgungyeon, most of them were far from Gongmaeng (孔孟), so they had nothing to say.
tadak. tadak.
Only the sound of fire burning in the shrine was heard.
Did it pass like that (15 minutes)?
Seol Cha-su, who had been sitting absent-mindedly, took out a dry rice from his backpack and put it in his mouth.
Belatedly, other people silently rummaged through the backpack.
As soon as I ate the amount of dried food that I had accumulated, I made a seat by the fire like everyone else.
Although it is said that the body is invulnerable to cold, cold places are not good for the body. My body was pushing out the cold all night, so I slept soundly and woke up feeling sad.
It goes without saying that people with high levels of inaction took their seats on the side of the Buddha. It is only in the family that it is okay to make concessions because the position is high.
Yeonjeokha, Shimtong, and Namgungcheon siblings are the innermost ones.
In the meantime, where the warmth reached, Seol Cha-su and the others reluctantly intervened.
how much time has passed
Yeonjeokha, who was forcibly trying to close his eyes, raised his upper body.
"ah! itchy! It's itchy!”
As if he couldn't stand it, he scratched his body.
As soon as it was warmed by the campfire, the fleas began to work in earnest.
My heart ached as I lay down and watched the pulsating, clattering Yeonjeokha.
Fleas were a part of his life.
It could be something I got used to, or it could be that my senses have become dull due to old age. Whatever the reason, the heartache was bearable, so he was able to smile at the enemy.
Seol Cha-soo, Yu Geun-sik, and Jin Seol-ha also itched, but they kept their mouths shut and scratched.
In the case of Namgungcheon, she is only tossing and turning her body from time to time due to her experience going to Gangho for more than ten years.
However, Namgoong-yeon, who grew up beautifully, was different.
She couldn't stand the barrage of her fleas that continued on her, and got herself up.
There must be something wrong with the shrine.
Otherwise, there would be no way I would suddenly feel itchy today!
‘Why are there fleas?’
Namgoong-yeon's beautiful armie frowned as she inspected every nook and cranny of her shrine.
I saw a pile of mats abandoned in the corner.
Things that I couldn't see well because it was dark came into my eyes when I looked with interest.
It must have been used by beggars recently.
In a word, it is the wrong place.
'ha!'
Namgoongyeon let out a sigh and quietly slipped outside.
If she's like this, it's wrong for her to sleep well, so she's thinking of taking a walk.
Namgung-yeon, who had circled around her, hesitated.
I saw four people squatting in front of the door of the shrine.
They were Yeon Jeok-ha and Seol Cha-su.
Namgoong-yeon, who met the eyes of the four of her, smiled without knowing it.
It seems that only the young people who have no experience going to Kang Ho have a painful night.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who just met Namgung-yeon's eyes, stood up.
“Sister, where have you been?”
"walk."
“Wow. I can't sleep because I'm itchy. There weren't that many fleas even on wild vegetables. I think this is just a flea den.”
“Looks like someone used it recently. I saw a few mats in the corner.”
“I must have been a very dirty person. I've been homeless many times, but today is the worst.”
Yeonjeokha shook his head excitedly.
Jin Seol-ha, who was watching the conversation between the two, quietly stood up.
“Hey, did Sojeo come out because of the fleas too?”
“… … .”
After a moment of silence, Namgoongyeon replied.
"is it so."
Normally, I wouldn't have responded.
But tonight, perhaps because she was going through a similar struggle, the wall in her heart softened.
For the first time, she mustered up the courage to speak up, and she spoke again and again.
“I’m having a hard time with Kang Ho-haeng for the first time. How is Sojeo?”
"me too."
Even though it was a short answer, the strength of her shoulders was put on her shoulders for no reason.
She was proud of herself for being able to have a normal conversation with Nam Goong-yeon.
After her Namgung-yeon accepted, even Cha-soo Seol and Geun-sik Yoo began to talk to her little by little.
Perhaps because she was with people of similar age, she gradually melted into people. Of course, her answer was still short answer.
At dawn, the five exhausted men went inside and fell asleep.
the next morning.
I woke up from my sleep to the loud noise of tyranny.
My eyes were sore because I went to bed late.
I forcibly opened my unopened eyes and looked around, what was this?
The inside and outside of the shrine were full of beggars.
The number seemed to be over fifty.
Beggars were sitting here and there shaking off or catching fleas on their bodies.
Seeing it reminded me of last night's nightmare, and my body started itching again.
“Ah, what is it?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha cried, his heartache approached.
“Confucius, a group of beggars recklessly pushed in. All you have to do is tell me... … .”
The reason why Simtong didn't touch the beggars was purely because he was aware of the younger brother.
just as expected?
She shook her head while frowning.
“Leave it. We were going anyway.”
The rest of the people who fell asleep late in the commotion caused by the beggars came and went one by one.
Jin Seol-ha and Namgung-yeon were frightened when they saw the beggars filling the shrine. It's not because she's scared, it's a face that's mentally shocked.
I laughed out loud at Namgung-yeon's weak appearance, seeing him for the first time.
The itchiness all over her body that had been tormenting her a little while ago was blown away in one blow.
It's time for Yeon Jeok-ha and his party to pack their belongings.
A clean-dressed beggar in his fifties approached and greeted him.
"ha ha ha. There are many examples of this since morning. I am using Maengrim as the base of openness in Chuseong. I am a reciter of Chuseong Bunta. Where are the guests?”
Baek-ui-gae Seochang broke into the shrine late and pretended to be the owner.
Heartache looked him up and down and asked with a displeased face.
“Why do you say that Mr. Maeng’s grave is yours when you say you are a teacher?”
“Ahaha! Didn't I tell you? It's been a while since I used this place in the opening of Chuseong. But isn’t it okay to talk like that in the first meeting?”
"joy! I don't think you're the one who believes in the number of heads and puts your head anywhere.”
For a moment, Seochang narrowed his eyes.
I put up with all sorts of rude words, but they say it's a point-and-shoot, and now they're even swearing at me. It is also in the blind forest, which can be called an open master's room.
'Can't this old man see the open roads?'
There are about 50 people in the shrine alone, and more than 200 if you add up the whole forest. Not all of them are masters, but they can rob at least one of them.
Still, such a mad attitude?
Even in the midst of his anger, Seochang looked closely at the old man and his companions.
'huh? Doesn't anyone look surprised?'
Openness and disputes arose, but everyone remained calm.
There is even a kid who is frowning with an annoyance at all.
Seochang, feeling a bit burdened, asked politely.
“Are you famous?”
He assumed that a group of famous religious leaders were on their way somewhere. Unless you're a famous school, you won't be able to be so confident in the blind forest.
Then the heartache screamed.
"this guy! Do we look like such lesser assholes! What a crazy crab!”
Seochang's mouth fell open.
There would be no one in the world who would call Myung-gyo as ‘less idiots’.
“If it’s false, don’t go round and round and say it clearly! Who are you?”
Simtong said, pointing with one hand at the younger enemy.
“The great name of our Confucius Combined! Let's be the total patrol of the green forest! He is like the grim reaper to famous cultists!”
“Huh! Are you saying that Confucius is really a green forest patrol? Then, do you have a heartache too?”
"Yes! How dare you intrude into the bed where Confucius is sleeping. If it hadn't been for Confucius' orders, all of you would have died by my hand.”
Along with the words, the heartache poured out the life that had been suppressed.
Tsutsutsutsu -.
Seochang, who was nearby, had his hair stand on end and his breath choked.
The opening room guards who were arrogant inside the shrine could not stand the pressure and collapsed one after another.
dump. dump… … .
Seochang, who was resisting by raising his air power alone, spoke with difficulty.
“Hey, stop it. Openness is not your enemy.”
It was only then that Heartache withdrew the energy of the fake murder.
Seochang, who had barely been freed from the intangible pressure, gasped for breath and alternately looked at him with heartache and lowered blood pressure.
'I can't believe there was such a master in Green Forest!'
Even so, it is more than I have heard of the heartache of inaction that follows him like a shadow.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 126- Troublesome night for young people
Shandong Province.
Meng Lin.
around dusk.
Four carriages entered the forest where the tombs of Mencius and his descendants were located.
The wagon that Yeonjeokha and his party rode.
A sigh escaped from the mouth of the younger brother who was standing next to the driver's seat.
I couldn't rest properly because I didn't see the inn after leaving the lower village.
Looking at the sign that reads ‘Blind Forest’, it looks like a village, but no matter how much I look at it, I can’t see the permission.
“Mister, there doesn’t seem to be any inn here either, right?”
The director of the coachman answered while looking left and right.
“Yeah, it doesn’t sound like a lot of people. The houses are sparsely visible... … .”
The director was also from Henan Province, so the situation in Shandong Province was bleak.
“Then, let’s rest here today. I don't think there's any point in going any further.”
“Good idea. It would be better to rest in an empty house than to be homeless.”
"ha!"
A shotgun trick flowed from the mouth of the Yeonjeokha.
I never thought wandering around the river would be this hard.
I thought it would be less difficult to ride in a wagon, but after a month, his butt hurts.
I thought it would be over after only five sanchaes, but the land is too wide.
Isa stopped the wagon in front of the largest building nearby.
Soon after, people came out of the carriage one by one.
First of all, Geun-shik Yoo said that he was sick.
“Oops! it's the waist My butt hurts too. There is no pain anywhere in my body.”
“Brother Yu, what do you do if you are already having a hard time? I only went to one living vegetable.”
“Wow! I think I went around ten places. Seol death penalty, isn’t it?”
“Tsk! What's so hard about a young guy? Namgung’s family and Noh Seon-bae don’t say much either.”
At Seol's point, Yoo Geun-sik shut his mouth.
It was because I thought that I was too trembling in front of Namgungcheon and Simtong, the sword of Cheongwoon.
Namgungcheon looked around and murmured.
“What is this? Houses are sparsely populated, but no one can be seen.”
Of course, it might be because it was winter, but it didn't feel like living among people.
Namgungyeon said as she moved her steps towards her hall.
“Maenglin is the tomb of the Mencius family.”
Namgungcheon hurriedly followed and asked.
"omg! So, is this all a graveyard?”
Namgung-yeon went deep inside, with her face asking what to ask for her natural words.
Yeon Jeok-ha also hurriedly followed Namgung-yeon.
Once inside, it's definitely not a house, but a shrine.
Maengrim seems to have been well maintained and is much larger and cleaner than the previous Po family shrine.
Suddenly, I remembered the long trip to Gangnam with my sworn brothers.
I don't know how I traveled that distance on my own two feet back then.
Seol Cha-soo, Yu Geun-sik, and Jin Seol-ha diligently traveled around the area to pick up dead trees.
After a while, Geun-sik Yoo lit a bonfire in the middle of the shrine.
As people gathered around the bonfire, Seol Cha-soo, who had become awkward for no reason, trembled.
"haha! Still, I see the virtue of Mencius.”
But no one responded to his jokes.
Except for Namgungyeon, most of them were far from Gongmaeng (孔孟), so they had nothing to say.
tadak. tadak.
Only the sound of fire burning in the shrine was heard.
Did it pass like that (15 minutes)?
Seol Cha-su, who had been sitting absent-mindedly, took out a dry rice from his backpack and put it in his mouth.
Belatedly, other people silently rummaged through the backpack.
As soon as I ate the amount of dried food that I had accumulated, I made a seat by the fire like everyone else.
Although it is said that the body is invulnerable to cold, cold places are not good for the body. My body was pushing out the cold all night, so I slept soundly and woke up feeling sad.
It goes without saying that people with high levels of inaction took their seats on the side of the Buddha. It is only in the family that it is okay to make concessions because the position is high.
Yeonjeokha, Shimtong, and Namgungcheon siblings are the innermost ones.
In the meantime, where the warmth reached, Seol Cha-su and the others reluctantly intervened.
how much time has passed
Yeonjeokha, who was forcibly trying to close his eyes, raised his upper body.
"ah! itchy! It's itchy!”
As if he couldn't stand it, he scratched his body.
As soon as it was warmed by the campfire, the fleas began to work in earnest.
My heart ached as I lay down and watched the pulsating, clattering Yeonjeokha.
Fleas were a part of his life.
It could be something I got used to, or it could be that my senses have become dull due to old age. Whatever the reason, the heartache was bearable, so he was able to smile at the enemy.
Seol Cha-soo, Yu Geun-sik, and Jin Seol-ha also itched, but they kept their mouths shut and scratched.
In the case of Namgungcheon, she is only tossing and turning her body from time to time due to her experience going to Gangho for more than ten years.
However, Namgoong-yeon, who grew up beautifully, was different.
She couldn't stand the barrage of her fleas that continued on her, and got herself up.
There must be something wrong with the shrine.
Otherwise, there would be no way I would suddenly feel itchy today!
‘Why are there fleas?’
Namgoong-yeon's beautiful armie frowned as she inspected every nook and cranny of her shrine.
I saw a pile of mats abandoned in the corner.
Things that I couldn't see well because it was dark came into my eyes when I looked with interest.
It must have been used by beggars recently.
In a word, it is the wrong place.
'ha!'
Namgoongyeon let out a sigh and quietly slipped outside.
If she's like this, it's wrong for her to sleep well, so she's thinking of taking a walk.
Namgung-yeon, who had circled around her, hesitated.
I saw four people squatting in front of the door of the shrine.
They were Yeon Jeok-ha and Seol Cha-su.
Namgoong-yeon, who met the eyes of the four of her, smiled without knowing it.
It seems that only the young people who have no experience going to Kang Ho have a painful night.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who just met Namgung-yeon's eyes, stood up.
“Sister, where have you been?”
"walk."
“Wow. I can't sleep because I'm itchy. There weren't that many fleas even on wild vegetables. I think this is just a flea den.”
“Looks like someone used it recently. I saw a few mats in the corner.”
“I must have been a very dirty person. I've been homeless many times, but today is the worst.”
Yeonjeokha shook his head excitedly.
Jin Seol-ha, who was watching the conversation between the two, quietly stood up.
“Hey, did Sojeo come out because of the fleas too?”
“… … .”
After a moment of silence, Namgoongyeon replied.
"is it so."
Normally, I wouldn't have responded.
But tonight, perhaps because she was going through a similar struggle, the wall in her heart softened.
For the first time, she mustered up the courage to speak up, and she spoke again and again.
“I’m having a hard time with Kang Ho-haeng for the first time. How is Sojeo?”
"me too."
Even though it was a short answer, the strength of her shoulders was put on her shoulders for no reason.
She was proud of herself for being able to have a normal conversation with Nam Goong-yeon.
After her Namgung-yeon accepted, even Cha-soo Seol and Geun-sik Yoo began to talk to her little by little.
Perhaps because she was with people of similar age, she gradually melted into people. Of course, her answer was still short answer.
At dawn, the five exhausted men went inside and fell asleep.
the next morning.
I woke up from my sleep to the loud noise of tyranny.
My eyes were sore because I went to bed late.
I forcibly opened my unopened eyes and looked around, what was this?
The inside and outside of the shrine were full of beggars.
The number seemed to be over fifty.
Beggars were sitting here and there shaking off or catching fleas on their bodies.
Seeing it reminded me of last night's nightmare, and my body started itching again.
“Ah, what is it?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha cried, his heartache approached.
“Confucius, a group of beggars recklessly pushed in. All you have to do is tell me... … .”
The reason why Simtong didn't touch the beggars was purely because he was aware of the younger brother.
just as expected?
She shook her head while frowning.
“Leave it. We were going anyway.”
The rest of the people who fell asleep late in the commotion caused by the beggars came and went one by one.
Jin Seol-ha and Namgung-yeon were frightened when they saw the beggars filling the shrine. It's not because she's scared, it's a face that's mentally shocked.
I laughed out loud at Namgung-yeon's weak appearance, seeing him for the first time.
The itchiness all over her body that had been tormenting her a little while ago was blown away in one blow.
It's time for Yeon Jeok-ha and his party to pack their belongings.
A clean-dressed beggar in his fifties approached and greeted him.
"ha ha ha. There are many examples of this since morning. I am using Maengrim as the base of openness in Chuseong. I am a reciter of Chuseong Bunta. Where are the guests?”
Baek-ui-gae Seochang broke into the shrine late and pretended to be the owner.
Heartache looked him up and down and asked with a displeased face.
“Why do you say that Mr. Maeng’s grave is yours when you say you are a teacher?”
“Ahaha! Didn't I tell you? It's been a while since I used this place in the opening of Chuseong. But isn’t it okay to talk like that in the first meeting?”
"joy! I don't think you're the one who believes in the number of heads and puts your head anywhere.”
For a moment, Seochang narrowed his eyes.
I put up with all sorts of rude words, but they say it's a point-and-shoot, and now they're even swearing at me. It is also in the blind forest, which can be called an open master's room.
'Can't this old man see the open roads?'
There are about 50 people in the shrine alone, and more than 200 if you add up the whole forest. Not all of them are masters, but they can rob at least one of them.
Still, such a mad attitude?
Even in the midst of his anger, Seochang looked closely at the old man and his companions.
'huh? Doesn't anyone look surprised?'
Openness and disputes arose, but everyone remained calm.
There is even a kid who is frowning with an annoyance at all.
Seochang, feeling a bit burdened, asked politely.
“Are you famous?”
He assumed that a group of famous religious leaders were on their way somewhere. Unless you're a famous school, you won't be able to be so confident in the blind forest.
Then the heartache screamed.
"this guy! Do we look like such lesser assholes! What a crazy crab!”
Seochang's mouth fell open.
There would be no one in the world who would call Myung-gyo as ‘less idiots’.
“If it’s false, don’t go round and round and say it clearly! Who are you?”
Simtong said, pointing with one hand at the younger enemy.
“The great name of our Confucius Combined! Let's be the total patrol of the green forest! He is like the grim reaper to famous cultists!”
“Huh! Are you saying that Confucius is really a green forest patrol? Then, do you have a heartache too?”
"Yes! How dare you intrude into the bed where Confucius is sleeping. If it hadn't been for Confucius' orders, all of you would have died by my hand.”
Along with the words, the heartache poured out the life that had been suppressed.
Tsutsutsutsu -.
Seochang, who was nearby, had his hair stand on end and his breath choked.
The opening room guards who were arrogant inside the shrine could not stand the pressure and collapsed one after another.
dump. dump… … .
Seochang, who was resisting by raising his air power alone, spoke with difficulty.
“Hey, stop it. Openness is not your enemy.”
It was only then that Heartache withdrew the energy of the fake murder.
Seochang, who had barely been freed from the intangible pressure, gasped for breath and alternately looked at him with heartache and lowered blood pressure.
'I can't believe there was such a master in Green Forest!'
Even so, it is more than I have heard of the heartache of inaction that follows him like a shadow.
