"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 16 - Let's not resent
Hwang Yo-myeong woke up with a ‘grunt’ sound.
“I think it’s about time… …. Shall I go and talk to Chae-ju?”
Then, Sim Yang-gak, the swordsman of Gumil Bok-geom, said ‘excited’ with an expression of unknown meaning and snorted at him.
Hwang Yo-myeong hesitated for a moment at the unexpectedly cold reaction.
I don't know whether to do it or not.
'It's like nerds. I'll pretend I'm not interested, right? Yes, I'll install the board.'
Hwang Yo-myeong knocked the idlers up with his foot.
The three crouching men reluctantly got up and went outside.
Hwang Yo-myeong, who came down to the yard, said in a loud voice.
“Ugh! cold! On a day like this, you need to use your body! What are you doing? Go and call some people! Whatever it is, you have to do it quickly. The sun will fall like this.”
At Hwang Yo-myeong's insistence, his men stumbled and scattered.
After a while, the bandits came out one by one from the five mooks.
Hwang Yo-myeong, who accidentally met Jang So-bong's eyes, said with a fishy smile.
“Brother, do you know what day it is today? Originally, such things need to be dealt with quickly, so there are no words. It gets ugly as time goes on. Isn't it?”
"Uh… ….”
Place Bong reluctantly nodded his head.
“By the way, Master Pung Chae-nim can’t see you?”
“He’s talking to the seventh person right now. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
"ha-ha! Surely, you're not trying to give up before you even meet the sword?”
Just in time, Yeon jeok-ha and Poong yeoncho appeared.
Hwang Yo-myung, who had been shouting loudly, slipped back, perhaps feeling burdened when he saw Yeon Jeok-ha.
He glared at him as he hid like a rat, then stopped paying attention. After all, I was going to fix everything that bothered my eyes today.
Poong yeoncho, who had been scratching his head with a grave expression, slowly opened his mouth.
“You all know why we gathered today, right? I'll put it simply. Those who are satisfied with their rank stand to my left, and those who want to challenge stand to my right.”
The hesitant bandits split left and right.
Most of the bandits moved to the left side of Poong yeoncho. They were the people who directly experienced the inaction of Yeon jeok-ha through mountain climbing.
Of course, the five bandits, including Shen Yang-gak, leisurely walked to the right of Poong yeoncho.
Poong yeoncho, who patiently watched their lame actions, continued to speak.
“Me, Tak Go-myeong, Ma Hyeong-do, Heo Im-dal, Goksan-cheong, and So-bong So-bong are brothers with the seventh, Yeon Jeok-ha, by righteousness.”
At Poong yeoncho's words, Han Chaeyeon pursed her lips.
That's just words to eat using the continuous drop from Chaeju to Yukwi.
I glanced down at the younger brother with a sidelong glance and saw that he was nodding his head with an expressionless face.
Well, I understand. The ones who saved him from dying from illness were Chae-joo and Fan-joo. It's a lifesaver, so it's not wrong to take care of it for the rest of your life.
But isn't it a little bit like someone's brother-in-law and someone's family?
'Ha! If I had moved up to the mountain a few months earlier, my name would have been among them... ….’
A small sigh escaped Han Chae-yeon's mouth.
As long as Obong Sanchae continues, those seven people will be treated like one body. It's so annoying that I can't stand next to Yeon jeok-ha just a few months apart.
Meanwhile, Poong yeoncho words continued.
“… … So, we decided to entrust everything to the seventh, Yeonjeokha. In short, it means that whoever defeats him becomes the owner of Obong Sanchae.”
Feng Yancho paused for a moment and looked around him.
He nodded his head as if the people on his left acknowledged it. It was the same for the five people on the right.
When there was no disagreement, Poong Yeon-cho said to Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Yeon-ah, start.”
"Yes."
After giving a brief reply, Yeonjeokha walked out into the middle of the yard.
For a moment, there was a difference in Shen Yang-gak's eyes.
Even though it was midwinter, he was wearing light clothes that matched his age. It means that you have a constitution with a lot of heat or that you have reached the stage of invulnerability to the cold.
'Which one is that guy?'
Considering his age when his head was not even dried, his level of invulnerability to the cold is absurd.
Looking at Muyoungshintu Baekkyo, he too has a distraught face.
For an instant, the gazes of Shen Yang-gak and Baek Gyo were entangled in the air.
The two men's lips twisted lightly as they checked each other's thick fur clothes.
Even if you have trained for a pack (60 years), it is normal to wear fur in winter.
After all, Hanseo Buddhist acupuncture is a sound that would suit the masters of the Chilpai Monastery (Shaolin Temple, Shamanism, Hwahwapa, Cheongseongpa, Jeonjinpa, Gongpa, Jeomchangpa, Mugeukmun, and Uicheonmun) called Cheonoecheon.
After a while, Yeonjeokha turned his gaze toward the five of them.
“Hey, newbies. What are you doing. start soon? I will do this.”
Hwang Yo-myeong's eyebrows twitched.
He must have heard what he said earlier.
Seeing a young guy come out so boldly, I'm secretly scared. Isn't there a saying in Gangho to be careful of children, old people and women?
Without realizing it, my head turned toward Baegyo and Simyanggak.
However, even at this moment when they couldn't back down, the two old men were acting as if it were someone else's business. This means that anyone should look at the liver first.
However, Hwang Yo-myeong did not want to go first.
He pushed the man in his forties standing in front of him.
Chun Il-bo, who suddenly came forward, said with an awkward smile.
“I’m Cheonilbo. Can you do it with your bare hands? Would you like a sword?”
“If you are bare-handed, then I am also bare-handed. If you pick up a blade, I do the same.”
At Yeon Jeok-ha's words, Cheon Il-bo said with a benevolent face.
"It's not the enemy of the immortal enemy, but it's to see the martial arts high and low, so let's do it with our bare hands."
“Anyway.”
“… … .”
The young guy's tone is quite rude, but Cheonilbo didn't argue. His rank is higher, so even if he curses at me, it doesn't make me feel bad.
'Since he's known for being good at using knives, I guess he succeeded even if he wasn't allowed to carry a knife?'
He, of course, is better at using bakdo than fists.
Still, I was worried about the rumours of the other person, so I wanted to avoid a sword fight if possible.
Cheon Il-bo used the Samjae-simbeop to instill a ten-year-old history into his whole body.
His tight muscles relaxed a little, and his morale rose.
It is the effect of ten years of training.
Chun Ilbo immediately spurred his ground and ran out.
Puck!
With the sound of bones colliding with each other, Cheon Ilbo's body rose into the air.
dump.
He was stunned with his eyes wide open to see where and how he was hit.
Hwang Yo-myeong, who watched him with strained eyes, couldn't even breathe for a moment.
He was obscured by Cheon Il-bo's upper body and missed Yeonjeok-ha's movements.
Even so, how could Cheonilbo fall out in just one hit?
It's clear that Cheon Ilbo is less powerful than himself, but he honestly doesn't have the confidence to knock him out with a single blow.
'Isn't this messing things up?'
Hwang Yo-myeong looked at Shenyanggak and Baekkyo without realizing it.
The expressions on the faces of the two were also unusual.
In the meantime, two of the bandits on the left came out and dragged Cheonilbo.
Hwang Yo-myung, who was frantically shaking his head, kicked the staggering Yeom Sa-ung with his foot.
It means go out second.
Yeom Sa-ung glanced at Huang Yao-ming with disgruntled eyes, but he did not dare to go against his wishes. He hasn't fought him yet, but it's because he's underpowered.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was standing there aghast, asked in an indifferent tone.
“Are you going to do it with your fists? Should I extend it?”
Like most thieves, Yeom Sa-woong's specialty was dealing with the Bakdo. It's because I've rarely fought with his bare hands since I got his sword in my hand.
However, Yeom Sa-ung couldn't bear to say that he would do it with a sword.
Even bare hands are so ignorant, so you want to do it with a sword?
Yeomsaung shook his head vigorously.
"No. Let's do it with our bare hands.”
"Come in."
However, Yeom Sa-ung did not attack randomly like Cheon Il-bo.
After raising his strength, he circled around Yeonjeokha.
Contrary to his busy movement, he just stood still with his arms stretched out.
When Yeon Jeok-ha didn't even turn his head, Yeom Sa-ung's face flushed red.
There is no such thing as disregard.
He understands what doesn't move.
But shouldn't he at least return his head after himself?
'You bastard !'
Yeomsa-ung, who was glaring at the small back of the head of Yeonjeok-ha, held his breath and rushed at him.
Quick!
Yeom Sa-ung's sturdy body floated in the air and then fell with a clap of iron.
Hwang Yo-myeong's eyes sank.
Thanks to Yeom Sa-woong going back, I could see Yeonjeok-ha's movements this time.
There seemed to be no special technique in the movement of the enemy.
He just turned around and stretched out his fist, only to get caught in Yeom Sa-ung's chin.
'Stupid bastard.'
No matter how clumsy you are at punching. Why did I put my jawbone on the opponent's fist?
Yeon Jeok-ha won because he was slightly faster than Yeom Sa-ung.
Of course, it's a bit surprising that Yeom Sa-woong stretched out in one punch from a young guy.
'It seems to have a deeper history than I thought.'
Hwang Yo-myeong found a way to deal with the younger enemy.
When the bandits on his left pulled out Yeom Sa-ung, Hwang Yo-myeong walked out without hesitation. It was his turn anyway, but he didn't want to look ugly.
And he said excitedly.
“Let’s make it an extension.”
A mischievous smile crept across the young man's face.
At that moment, Hwang Yo-myeong thought, “Oops.”
He chose it because his sword is faster than his bare hands, but come to think of it, isn't that the same for his opponent!
Before he could change his words, one of the bandits handed Yeon Jeok-ha a bakdo.
‘It’s okay, it’s okay. I said I ate more knife rice.'
He is known by the nickname of a reader in the five nearby prefectures. Compared to that, the opponent is a strong player who doesn't even have a good nickname.
Hwang Yo-myeong worked hard to make up his mind and pulled out the Bakdo.
“swords have no eyes, so don’t blame me if you get hurt…” … Please.”
He originally intended to say ‘Mara’ firmly. However, I was intimidated by the attitude of the enemy who was so calm, so I turned my words around a little softly.
Yeonjeokha nodded his head and replied.
"It's good. I'm still clumsy, so I might get cut somewhere. Let’s not blame each other.”
Hwang Yo-myeong's expression became complicated at those words.
One thing to keep in mind when fighting a master is the degree of injury.
For that reason, don't insult your opponent before fighting.
strive for It's embarrassing, but that's why he hurriedly changed his words to Haoche.
But can you be cut because you're clumsy?
According to rumours, the master is clear, but what kind of bullshit is this?
Hwang Yo-myeong, who had been standing there blankly, shook his head vigorously to shake off all his thoughts.
'Omg! I was fooled by the young man's cunning and almost lost my mind. I will kill you.'
In the eyes of Hwang Yo-myeong, who captured his heart, life flashed.
It's not for nothing that he was nicknamed a single-hearted person. When he was wandering around as a ronin, he murders. Among them were several children of the same age as Yeon jeok-ha.
Hwang Yo-myeong decided to use the water supply from the beginning.
He mistakenly thinks that the opponent is a sword, so he intends to take advantage of the slack.
'From the beginning, I'm going to the Simsim dobeop.'
The simsim dobeop, which strikes from above, cuts horizontally, and cuts diagonally, is the essence of all swords in the world.
Hwang Yo-myeong took a big step and raised his sword like a thunderbolt. To others, it may look like a high-mountain push, but the downstroke of the Simsim dobeop is much more subtle than that.
shhh.
The flying ship's sword fell like lightning on top of Yeon jeok-ha's head without warning.
Screams of ‘Ouch!’ flowed from the mouths of some weak-minded thieves at this seemingly dangerous tactic.
In the case of Han Chae-yeon, who had a crushed on Yeon Jeok-ha, she turned her head with a sound of ‘Eh!’.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 16 - Let's not resent
Hwang Yo-myeong woke up with a ‘grunt’ sound.
“I think it’s about time… …. Shall I go and talk to Chae-ju?”
Then, Sim Yang-gak, the swordsman of Gumil Bok-geom, said ‘excited’ with an expression of unknown meaning and snorted at him.
Hwang Yo-myeong hesitated for a moment at the unexpectedly cold reaction.
I don't know whether to do it or not.
'It's like nerds. I'll pretend I'm not interested, right? Yes, I'll install the board.'
Hwang Yo-myeong knocked the idlers up with his foot.
The three crouching men reluctantly got up and went outside.
Hwang Yo-myeong, who came down to the yard, said in a loud voice.
“Ugh! cold! On a day like this, you need to use your body! What are you doing? Go and call some people! Whatever it is, you have to do it quickly. The sun will fall like this.”
At Hwang Yo-myeong's insistence, his men stumbled and scattered.
After a while, the bandits came out one by one from the five mooks.
Hwang Yo-myeong, who accidentally met Jang So-bong's eyes, said with a fishy smile.
“Brother, do you know what day it is today? Originally, such things need to be dealt with quickly, so there are no words. It gets ugly as time goes on. Isn't it?”
"Uh… ….”
Place Bong reluctantly nodded his head.
“By the way, Master Pung Chae-nim can’t see you?”
“He’s talking to the seventh person right now. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
"ha-ha! Surely, you're not trying to give up before you even meet the sword?”
Just in time, Yeon jeok-ha and Poong yeoncho appeared.
Hwang Yo-myung, who had been shouting loudly, slipped back, perhaps feeling burdened when he saw Yeon Jeok-ha.
He glared at him as he hid like a rat, then stopped paying attention. After all, I was going to fix everything that bothered my eyes today.
Poong yeoncho, who had been scratching his head with a grave expression, slowly opened his mouth.
“You all know why we gathered today, right? I'll put it simply. Those who are satisfied with their rank stand to my left, and those who want to challenge stand to my right.”
The hesitant bandits split left and right.
Most of the bandits moved to the left side of Poong yeoncho. They were the people who directly experienced the inaction of Yeon jeok-ha through mountain climbing.
Of course, the five bandits, including Shen Yang-gak, leisurely walked to the right of Poong yeoncho.
Poong yeoncho, who patiently watched their lame actions, continued to speak.
“Me, Tak Go-myeong, Ma Hyeong-do, Heo Im-dal, Goksan-cheong, and So-bong So-bong are brothers with the seventh, Yeon Jeok-ha, by righteousness.”
At Poong yeoncho's words, Han Chaeyeon pursed her lips.
That's just words to eat using the continuous drop from Chaeju to Yukwi.
I glanced down at the younger brother with a sidelong glance and saw that he was nodding his head with an expressionless face.
Well, I understand. The ones who saved him from dying from illness were Chae-joo and Fan-joo. It's a lifesaver, so it's not wrong to take care of it for the rest of your life.
But isn't it a little bit like someone's brother-in-law and someone's family?
'Ha! If I had moved up to the mountain a few months earlier, my name would have been among them... ….’
A small sigh escaped Han Chae-yeon's mouth.
As long as Obong Sanchae continues, those seven people will be treated like one body. It's so annoying that I can't stand next to Yeon jeok-ha just a few months apart.
Meanwhile, Poong yeoncho words continued.
“… … So, we decided to entrust everything to the seventh, Yeonjeokha. In short, it means that whoever defeats him becomes the owner of Obong Sanchae.”
Feng Yancho paused for a moment and looked around him.
He nodded his head as if the people on his left acknowledged it. It was the same for the five people on the right.
When there was no disagreement, Poong Yeon-cho said to Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Yeon-ah, start.”
"Yes."
After giving a brief reply, Yeonjeokha walked out into the middle of the yard.
For a moment, there was a difference in Shen Yang-gak's eyes.
Even though it was midwinter, he was wearing light clothes that matched his age. It means that you have a constitution with a lot of heat or that you have reached the stage of invulnerability to the cold.
'Which one is that guy?'
Considering his age when his head was not even dried, his level of invulnerability to the cold is absurd.
Looking at Muyoungshintu Baekkyo, he too has a distraught face.
For an instant, the gazes of Shen Yang-gak and Baek Gyo were entangled in the air.
The two men's lips twisted lightly as they checked each other's thick fur clothes.
Even if you have trained for a pack (60 years), it is normal to wear fur in winter.
After all, Hanseo Buddhist acupuncture is a sound that would suit the masters of the Chilpai Monastery (Shaolin Temple, Shamanism, Hwahwapa, Cheongseongpa, Jeonjinpa, Gongpa, Jeomchangpa, Mugeukmun, and Uicheonmun) called Cheonoecheon.
After a while, Yeonjeokha turned his gaze toward the five of them.
“Hey, newbies. What are you doing. start soon? I will do this.”
Hwang Yo-myeong's eyebrows twitched.
He must have heard what he said earlier.
Seeing a young guy come out so boldly, I'm secretly scared. Isn't there a saying in Gangho to be careful of children, old people and women?
Without realizing it, my head turned toward Baegyo and Simyanggak.
However, even at this moment when they couldn't back down, the two old men were acting as if it were someone else's business. This means that anyone should look at the liver first.
However, Hwang Yo-myeong did not want to go first.
He pushed the man in his forties standing in front of him.
Chun Il-bo, who suddenly came forward, said with an awkward smile.
“I’m Cheonilbo. Can you do it with your bare hands? Would you like a sword?”
“If you are bare-handed, then I am also bare-handed. If you pick up a blade, I do the same.”
At Yeon Jeok-ha's words, Cheon Il-bo said with a benevolent face.
"It's not the enemy of the immortal enemy, but it's to see the martial arts high and low, so let's do it with our bare hands."
“Anyway.”
“… … .”
The young guy's tone is quite rude, but Cheonilbo didn't argue. His rank is higher, so even if he curses at me, it doesn't make me feel bad.
'Since he's known for being good at using knives, I guess he succeeded even if he wasn't allowed to carry a knife?'
He, of course, is better at using bakdo than fists.
Still, I was worried about the rumours of the other person, so I wanted to avoid a sword fight if possible.
Cheon Il-bo used the Samjae-simbeop to instill a ten-year-old history into his whole body.
His tight muscles relaxed a little, and his morale rose.
It is the effect of ten years of training.
Chun Ilbo immediately spurred his ground and ran out.
Puck!
With the sound of bones colliding with each other, Cheon Ilbo's body rose into the air.
dump.
He was stunned with his eyes wide open to see where and how he was hit.
Hwang Yo-myeong, who watched him with strained eyes, couldn't even breathe for a moment.
He was obscured by Cheon Il-bo's upper body and missed Yeonjeok-ha's movements.
Even so, how could Cheonilbo fall out in just one hit?
It's clear that Cheon Ilbo is less powerful than himself, but he honestly doesn't have the confidence to knock him out with a single blow.
'Isn't this messing things up?'
Hwang Yo-myeong looked at Shenyanggak and Baekkyo without realizing it.
The expressions on the faces of the two were also unusual.
In the meantime, two of the bandits on the left came out and dragged Cheonilbo.
Hwang Yo-myung, who was frantically shaking his head, kicked the staggering Yeom Sa-ung with his foot.
It means go out second.
Yeom Sa-ung glanced at Huang Yao-ming with disgruntled eyes, but he did not dare to go against his wishes. He hasn't fought him yet, but it's because he's underpowered.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was standing there aghast, asked in an indifferent tone.
“Are you going to do it with your fists? Should I extend it?”
Like most thieves, Yeom Sa-woong's specialty was dealing with the Bakdo. It's because I've rarely fought with his bare hands since I got his sword in my hand.
However, Yeom Sa-ung couldn't bear to say that he would do it with a sword.
Even bare hands are so ignorant, so you want to do it with a sword?
Yeomsaung shook his head vigorously.
"No. Let's do it with our bare hands.”
"Come in."
However, Yeom Sa-ung did not attack randomly like Cheon Il-bo.
After raising his strength, he circled around Yeonjeokha.
Contrary to his busy movement, he just stood still with his arms stretched out.
When Yeon Jeok-ha didn't even turn his head, Yeom Sa-ung's face flushed red.
There is no such thing as disregard.
He understands what doesn't move.
But shouldn't he at least return his head after himself?
'You bastard !'
Yeomsa-ung, who was glaring at the small back of the head of Yeonjeok-ha, held his breath and rushed at him.
Quick!
Yeom Sa-ung's sturdy body floated in the air and then fell with a clap of iron.
Hwang Yo-myeong's eyes sank.
Thanks to Yeom Sa-woong going back, I could see Yeonjeok-ha's movements this time.
There seemed to be no special technique in the movement of the enemy.
He just turned around and stretched out his fist, only to get caught in Yeom Sa-ung's chin.
'Stupid bastard.'
No matter how clumsy you are at punching. Why did I put my jawbone on the opponent's fist?
Yeon Jeok-ha won because he was slightly faster than Yeom Sa-ung.
Of course, it's a bit surprising that Yeom Sa-woong stretched out in one punch from a young guy.
'It seems to have a deeper history than I thought.'
Hwang Yo-myeong found a way to deal with the younger enemy.
When the bandits on his left pulled out Yeom Sa-ung, Hwang Yo-myeong walked out without hesitation. It was his turn anyway, but he didn't want to look ugly.
And he said excitedly.
“Let’s make it an extension.”
A mischievous smile crept across the young man's face.
At that moment, Hwang Yo-myeong thought, “Oops.”
He chose it because his sword is faster than his bare hands, but come to think of it, isn't that the same for his opponent!
Before he could change his words, one of the bandits handed Yeon Jeok-ha a bakdo.
‘It’s okay, it’s okay. I said I ate more knife rice.'
He is known by the nickname of a reader in the five nearby prefectures. Compared to that, the opponent is a strong player who doesn't even have a good nickname.
Hwang Yo-myeong worked hard to make up his mind and pulled out the Bakdo.
“swords have no eyes, so don’t blame me if you get hurt…” … Please.”
He originally intended to say ‘Mara’ firmly. However, I was intimidated by the attitude of the enemy who was so calm, so I turned my words around a little softly.
Yeonjeokha nodded his head and replied.
"It's good. I'm still clumsy, so I might get cut somewhere. Let’s not blame each other.”
Hwang Yo-myeong's expression became complicated at those words.
One thing to keep in mind when fighting a master is the degree of injury.
For that reason, don't insult your opponent before fighting.
strive for It's embarrassing, but that's why he hurriedly changed his words to Haoche.
But can you be cut because you're clumsy?
According to rumours, the master is clear, but what kind of bullshit is this?
Hwang Yo-myeong, who had been standing there blankly, shook his head vigorously to shake off all his thoughts.
'Omg! I was fooled by the young man's cunning and almost lost my mind. I will kill you.'
In the eyes of Hwang Yo-myeong, who captured his heart, life flashed.
It's not for nothing that he was nicknamed a single-hearted person. When he was wandering around as a ronin, he murders. Among them were several children of the same age as Yeon jeok-ha.
Hwang Yo-myeong decided to use the water supply from the beginning.
He mistakenly thinks that the opponent is a sword, so he intends to take advantage of the slack.
'From the beginning, I'm going to the Simsim dobeop.'
The simsim dobeop, which strikes from above, cuts horizontally, and cuts diagonally, is the essence of all swords in the world.
Hwang Yo-myeong took a big step and raised his sword like a thunderbolt. To others, it may look like a high-mountain push, but the downstroke of the Simsim dobeop is much more subtle than that.
shhh.
The flying ship's sword fell like lightning on top of Yeon jeok-ha's head without warning.
Screams of ‘Ouch!’ flowed from the mouths of some weak-minded thieves at this seemingly dangerous tactic.
In the case of Han Chae-yeon, who had a crushed on Yeon Jeok-ha, she turned her head with a sound of ‘Eh!’.
