"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 21 - Block it with a hoe, block it with a shovel
Gyeong cheon Swordsman Lee Moo-ryang became a well-known master in Henan with only the six-component sword of the Henan faction. The six-pointed sword is a basic swordsmanship, but even the disciples in the main mountain could hardly realize its true meaning. After accomplishing that difficult task, he became the patriarch of the Southern Ocean.
Of course, I didn't think that the opponent who was desperate to avoid it from the beginning would stop it.
every step.
The sound of metal grinding was deafening.
Mooryang Lee's eyes widened as he looked at the swordplay.
blocked?
The sword and the sword that had been stabbed with no change were sticking together and sparking.
"Ah! be surprised!”
Yeonjeokha shouted out loud and swung the bakdo vertically and horizontally.
It seemed to be wielded randomly, but certain rules could be seen in it. It was an sword techinque learned from Tak Go-myung, the debt holder last year.
visor. visor. visor.
Moo-Ryang Lee hesitantly stepped back and removed the Bakdo.
The strength of the bakdo was so great that the grip on the sword felt like it would tear.
However, Moo-Ryang Lee focused more on the turbulent wave than on his hand. It seemed that the sword would break if he received the blow from the front.
After a storm swept through, this immortal breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was because he thought that the opponent had mastered the art from the beginning to the end.
As a rule, the first is difficult, the second is a little easier.
As I was thinking that, the tip of the bakdo headed back to the ground.
'You're right! It unfolds again!'
Moo-Ryang Lee secretly raised his air power.
Now that he has seen it once, he intends to somehow find an opening and strike back.
At that time, Park Do slowly came up to the diagonal.
rumble.
Suddenly the wind stopped. There seemed to be a faint sound of thunder from somewhere.
Come to think of it, it seems that earlier he raised the sword in a straight line, not diagonally.
'What, what is it? This pressure?'
The next moment, Park Do, who was drawing a semicircle in the air, fell to the top of his head.
'Omg! Oh, what's wrong?'
no. Omi invariant is contained in one sword. But now three strands of pottery fell on his head. The terrible thing is that you can feel everything in each one of them.
“Aww!”
Mooryang Lee blocked the top of his head with his sword and let out a scream involuntarily.
He even raised the sword sheathed in his left hand to protect his head.
Zeng.
A clear rustling sound came from above his head.
'He lived?'
As soon as he was relieved, blood gushed from both of his arms.
It is said that the three-stranded pottery was not an illusion.
Then, both arms felt tingling and tingling, and then they were gradually lowered.
He hurriedly tried to turn his Jinki and energize it, but the flow was blocked from his shoulder. It seems that the pottery has split not only the skin, but also the bones.
Yeon jeok-ha approached Mooryang Lee, who was standing in awe.
Lee Moo-ryang asked with a sad face.
“What are you going to do with me?”
“How would you like me to do it? A person who said he would cut down anyone, regardless of age or gender.”
Mooryang Lee said urgently.
“Please save me.”
“If you promise not to fight with Obong sanchae from now on.”
In fact, I didn't even think about killing him because I didn't have such a big grudge against him.
“I promise.”
"Mister. You'd better keep that promise."
“Okay.”
Yeonjeokha waved his hand as if telling him to stop.
This merciless drooped his arms and trudged toward the warriors above him.
After taking a few steps, Moo-ryang Lee turned around as if he had remembered something. I was curious about the name of the last technique.
But he couldn't bear to ask and moved his steps again.
The samurai of the South Seas, who witnessed the patriarch's defeat, packed up without saying a word.
As soon as Namyang Sangbang left, the bandits came out one by one through the broken planks.
After a while, the thieves let out a shout of joy when they confirmed that Namyang Sangbang had descended.
“Fuck! We are the owners of Obong Mountain!”
“Don't come again! You bastards!”
“Wow!”
The cheers of the bandits echoed throughout Obong Mountain.
***
Suju-hyeon Mansu Sangbang.
Early in the morning, Kwak Won-ho, the acting chief, hurriedly ran to the Ark's office.
“Ark!”
"Okay, what's up in the morning?"
“The people planted in Haga Village have returned.”
"Result?"
“It seems to have failed.”
Kwak Jai-ja of the Ark frowned.
“If it fails, it is a failure, what do you mean it seems like a failure?”
“They said that on the first day they entered the mountain, five people were injured, and the next day they left Hajia Village in a gloomy atmosphere.”
“Who is more dead or injured?”
“None. It is said that all the people who entered the mountain on the second day left in good shape.”
“That is so strange.”
"That's right. Considering the gloomy atmosphere, it is normal that there should have been more casualties.”
“Has there been any contact from the Southern District regarding it?”
"Not yet. They have face, so even if the subjugation fails, they won't tell you.”
“Tsk! Ambiguous.”
“Among the gangsters in Hajia Village, there are already rumors that ‘Southern Trade has been defeated’. Under the circumstances, it seems they are right.”
“Gyeong cheon Swordsman lost? To that young bandit? I can't believe it. Did you say you're seventeen now?"
“I know that.”
"Her! Is that possible at the age of seventeen? I'm the ambassador of Dharma, what is it?"
“Even if it were Dharma, it wouldn’t have been that much. Are you still thinking of sending the patriarch to the non-partisan faction? or not… … .”
Kwak Won-ho blurted out his words.
It was a little burdensome because it was such an excellent review index. It wouldn't matter if Obong sanchae was a thief like that, but it took a little while for it to be green forest.
"Or not? Do you want to say that you should bow your head at Obong sanchae now?”
“Today, I suddenly thought, ‘There might be some kind of relationship between that young bandit and Pacheonma-kun, the owner of green forest.’ There's no way you can excel so much unless you're a person from the Demonic Demon Army, isn't it? It's like the fact that Pacheonma-kun appeared at the time when the board was growing... … .”
"Don't you think that young fellow might be the hidden disciple of the Demon Lord?"
“Because there are few people who can grow such a master in a green forest.”
"Hmm! That's not entirely wrong. But you can't pass such a big thing off as a guess. If you are the Master's teacher, the Merchant of Heaven and Earth, you will be able to find out whether or not the young bastard is a disciple of the Pacheon Demon Army.”
With his words, Kwak Jai-ui took out a sealed letter from the table drawer.
“This is a letter asking for help in subjugating Obong Sanchae. Send it to the non-partisan through the patriarch. I'll let you take care of the hermit's five hundred nyang separately.”
"Yes. But is it really, okay? If that young bandit is from the Demon Lord's side... … .”
It's like touching a beehive that is still. Because Pacheon Demon-kun is going to fuck.
“Don't worry too much. Even the Merchant of Heaven and Earth would not openly kill the disciple of the Pacheon Demon Army. Even shamans get a headache when they wake up with greenery. We will try to compromise in an appropriate way.”
Only then did Kwak Won-ho's hardened face straighten.
Earlier, I was worried for a while, 'Isn't it blocking with a hoe and a shovel?'
However, hearing the words of the ark puts me at ease.
If you are a master of the level of a trader of heaven and earth, you will be able to take care of it on your own.
***
Mid-April.
Huguang seong (old name of Hubei Province) Wudang Mountain.
Taeheo jinin, a long-time leader of the shaman faction, called the elder, the merchant of heaven and earth, to Jasogung.
Taeheo Jinin asked with a smile as the merchant of heaven and earth took a sip of his tea.
“This time, Longjing tea from West Lake came in as a gift and served it. I heard that the merchant usually enjoys tea. How is it? Does it fit in your mouth?”
“I like that it has a subtle scent and a clean aftertaste.”
“If you like it, I’ll give you a package.”
Tae Heo Jin-in took out a package of Yong jing tea and softly pushed it to the merchant of heaven and earth.
“Heh heh, it’s not like receiving something so precious, right?”
"This! Did you see my insides already? In fact, the person who gave the tea as a gift was Sang mucheon of Mansu Sangbang. I heard that you are a merchant’s internal disciple.”
“Yes, this is the disciple I briefly taught about twenty years ago. He also came to say hello to me yesterday.”
“I guess so. Oh, I heard that a place called Obong san is infested with bandits and the pain of the merchants is great?”
“I’ve heard of it too, but the head office is busy, so I don’t really have time for it.”
“How about getting some fresh air with the inner disciple after a long time? You can leave the management of Taehwagung to someone else for about two months.”
"haha! Two months off? Are you really going to be, okay?”
The merchant of heaven and earth grabbed the tea package with a face that showed no signs of softening.
Two months of rest with one package of Yongjing Tea! It seems that the Jade Emperor looked at him rather kindly.
That afternoon, the manager of Taehwagung, the merchant of heaven and earth, went down Mt. The shoulders of the merchants of heaven and earth shook as they walked the road to Gangho for the first time in ten years.
***
Obong Mountain, Bobong County, Henan Province.
Obong sanchae was crowded with people due to the untimely construction wind. They are rebuilding the mother houses that Namyang Sangbang burned about a month ago and destroyed to build a wall.
Originally, there were two demolished houses, but he wanted to build five Poong yeoncho houses. This is because the number of people entering the mountain to become bandits has increased.
When the wild vegetables overflowed with money, Feng Yancho hired carpenters from Hajia Village. Because of that, not only thieves but also ordinary people came in and out of the mountain.
Poong yeoncho looked at the houses under construction with happy eyes.
The new building feels like a house because it was made by a carpenter.
A house that is not a hut in the middle of such a deep mountain!
It felt like a dream to build a building that can only be done on a scale comparable to that of Daebyeol Sanchae in my sanchae.
Poong Yeon-cho, who was standing in the yard and smiling, approached Poong-yeon-cho.
“Big brother, don’t you like it too much?”
“Hehe, why? don't you like it?"
“Tsk! You don't know when it will burn up, but don't like it too much.”
“Honey, people don’t know when they’ll die, but don’t they live their lives? live a little positively Why is the guy who ate fried rice the way he is?”
Takgomyeong, who had pursed his lips, spoke sarcasticly.
“Ah, yes. If you are building a new house, how about building a restaurant and bringing in admirers? Their mouths have stretched so much that it seems difficult to do anything to feed them.”
"Uh? is that a good idea? A woman who came to work as a tribute to the village chief of Haga Village 'm going to ask if you're there."
“Oops! older brother. I'm sorry I just tried it. Would a sane woman come alive and try to work?”
"What's not going to happen? Carpenters and handymen also come and work and get paid. How many people in Hajia Village do you think have not received money from us lately?”
Takgo myeong scratched his head.
Come to think of it, there seems to be some truth in what my older brother said.
Isn't the amount of money the wild vegetables family members spend in the main and banquet halls of Haga Village?
Poong yeoncho, who was rolling her eyes, said in a determined tone.
“I have to meet the village chief today and ask him to find a chanmo. Hearing your words made me suddenly want a proper meal. You should warn the family members not to touch Chanmo. They say that anyone who touches her admirers will cut off her things.”
"Really? and! seed bee. I hope it goes well.”
Unaware that dark clouds were gathering from Wudang Mountain, the two bandits were excited and flirting.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 21 - Block it with a hoe, block it with a shovel
Gyeong cheon Swordsman Lee Moo-ryang became a well-known master in Henan with only the six-component sword of the Henan faction. The six-pointed sword is a basic swordsmanship, but even the disciples in the main mountain could hardly realize its true meaning. After accomplishing that difficult task, he became the patriarch of the Southern Ocean.
Of course, I didn't think that the opponent who was desperate to avoid it from the beginning would stop it.
every step.
The sound of metal grinding was deafening.
Mooryang Lee's eyes widened as he looked at the swordplay.
blocked?
The sword and the sword that had been stabbed with no change were sticking together and sparking.
"Ah! be surprised!”
Yeonjeokha shouted out loud and swung the bakdo vertically and horizontally.
It seemed to be wielded randomly, but certain rules could be seen in it. It was an sword techinque learned from Tak Go-myung, the debt holder last year.
visor. visor. visor.
Moo-Ryang Lee hesitantly stepped back and removed the Bakdo.
The strength of the bakdo was so great that the grip on the sword felt like it would tear.
However, Moo-Ryang Lee focused more on the turbulent wave than on his hand. It seemed that the sword would break if he received the blow from the front.
After a storm swept through, this immortal breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was because he thought that the opponent had mastered the art from the beginning to the end.
As a rule, the first is difficult, the second is a little easier.
As I was thinking that, the tip of the bakdo headed back to the ground.
'You're right! It unfolds again!'
Moo-Ryang Lee secretly raised his air power.
Now that he has seen it once, he intends to somehow find an opening and strike back.
At that time, Park Do slowly came up to the diagonal.
rumble.
Suddenly the wind stopped. There seemed to be a faint sound of thunder from somewhere.
Come to think of it, it seems that earlier he raised the sword in a straight line, not diagonally.
'What, what is it? This pressure?'
The next moment, Park Do, who was drawing a semicircle in the air, fell to the top of his head.
'Omg! Oh, what's wrong?'
no. Omi invariant is contained in one sword. But now three strands of pottery fell on his head. The terrible thing is that you can feel everything in each one of them.
“Aww!”
Mooryang Lee blocked the top of his head with his sword and let out a scream involuntarily.
He even raised the sword sheathed in his left hand to protect his head.
Zeng.
A clear rustling sound came from above his head.
'He lived?'
As soon as he was relieved, blood gushed from both of his arms.
It is said that the three-stranded pottery was not an illusion.
Then, both arms felt tingling and tingling, and then they were gradually lowered.
He hurriedly tried to turn his Jinki and energize it, but the flow was blocked from his shoulder. It seems that the pottery has split not only the skin, but also the bones.
Yeon jeok-ha approached Mooryang Lee, who was standing in awe.
Lee Moo-ryang asked with a sad face.
“What are you going to do with me?”
“How would you like me to do it? A person who said he would cut down anyone, regardless of age or gender.”
Mooryang Lee said urgently.
“Please save me.”
“If you promise not to fight with Obong sanchae from now on.”
In fact, I didn't even think about killing him because I didn't have such a big grudge against him.
“I promise.”
"Mister. You'd better keep that promise."
“Okay.”
Yeonjeokha waved his hand as if telling him to stop.
This merciless drooped his arms and trudged toward the warriors above him.
After taking a few steps, Moo-ryang Lee turned around as if he had remembered something. I was curious about the name of the last technique.
But he couldn't bear to ask and moved his steps again.
The samurai of the South Seas, who witnessed the patriarch's defeat, packed up without saying a word.
As soon as Namyang Sangbang left, the bandits came out one by one through the broken planks.
After a while, the thieves let out a shout of joy when they confirmed that Namyang Sangbang had descended.
“Fuck! We are the owners of Obong Mountain!”
“Don't come again! You bastards!”
“Wow!”
The cheers of the bandits echoed throughout Obong Mountain.
***
Suju-hyeon Mansu Sangbang.
Early in the morning, Kwak Won-ho, the acting chief, hurriedly ran to the Ark's office.
“Ark!”
"Okay, what's up in the morning?"
“The people planted in Haga Village have returned.”
"Result?"
“It seems to have failed.”
Kwak Jai-ja of the Ark frowned.
“If it fails, it is a failure, what do you mean it seems like a failure?”
“They said that on the first day they entered the mountain, five people were injured, and the next day they left Hajia Village in a gloomy atmosphere.”
“Who is more dead or injured?”
“None. It is said that all the people who entered the mountain on the second day left in good shape.”
“That is so strange.”
"That's right. Considering the gloomy atmosphere, it is normal that there should have been more casualties.”
“Has there been any contact from the Southern District regarding it?”
"Not yet. They have face, so even if the subjugation fails, they won't tell you.”
“Tsk! Ambiguous.”
“Among the gangsters in Hajia Village, there are already rumors that ‘Southern Trade has been defeated’. Under the circumstances, it seems they are right.”
“Gyeong cheon Swordsman lost? To that young bandit? I can't believe it. Did you say you're seventeen now?"
“I know that.”
"Her! Is that possible at the age of seventeen? I'm the ambassador of Dharma, what is it?"
“Even if it were Dharma, it wouldn’t have been that much. Are you still thinking of sending the patriarch to the non-partisan faction? or not… … .”
Kwak Won-ho blurted out his words.
It was a little burdensome because it was such an excellent review index. It wouldn't matter if Obong sanchae was a thief like that, but it took a little while for it to be green forest.
"Or not? Do you want to say that you should bow your head at Obong sanchae now?”
“Today, I suddenly thought, ‘There might be some kind of relationship between that young bandit and Pacheonma-kun, the owner of green forest.’ There's no way you can excel so much unless you're a person from the Demonic Demon Army, isn't it? It's like the fact that Pacheonma-kun appeared at the time when the board was growing... … .”
"Don't you think that young fellow might be the hidden disciple of the Demon Lord?"
“Because there are few people who can grow such a master in a green forest.”
"Hmm! That's not entirely wrong. But you can't pass such a big thing off as a guess. If you are the Master's teacher, the Merchant of Heaven and Earth, you will be able to find out whether or not the young bastard is a disciple of the Pacheon Demon Army.”
With his words, Kwak Jai-ui took out a sealed letter from the table drawer.
“This is a letter asking for help in subjugating Obong Sanchae. Send it to the non-partisan through the patriarch. I'll let you take care of the hermit's five hundred nyang separately.”
"Yes. But is it really, okay? If that young bandit is from the Demon Lord's side... … .”
It's like touching a beehive that is still. Because Pacheon Demon-kun is going to fuck.
“Don't worry too much. Even the Merchant of Heaven and Earth would not openly kill the disciple of the Pacheon Demon Army. Even shamans get a headache when they wake up with greenery. We will try to compromise in an appropriate way.”
Only then did Kwak Won-ho's hardened face straighten.
Earlier, I was worried for a while, 'Isn't it blocking with a hoe and a shovel?'
However, hearing the words of the ark puts me at ease.
If you are a master of the level of a trader of heaven and earth, you will be able to take care of it on your own.
***
Mid-April.
Huguang seong (old name of Hubei Province) Wudang Mountain.
Taeheo jinin, a long-time leader of the shaman faction, called the elder, the merchant of heaven and earth, to Jasogung.
Taeheo Jinin asked with a smile as the merchant of heaven and earth took a sip of his tea.
“This time, Longjing tea from West Lake came in as a gift and served it. I heard that the merchant usually enjoys tea. How is it? Does it fit in your mouth?”
“I like that it has a subtle scent and a clean aftertaste.”
“If you like it, I’ll give you a package.”
Tae Heo Jin-in took out a package of Yong jing tea and softly pushed it to the merchant of heaven and earth.
“Heh heh, it’s not like receiving something so precious, right?”
"This! Did you see my insides already? In fact, the person who gave the tea as a gift was Sang mucheon of Mansu Sangbang. I heard that you are a merchant’s internal disciple.”
“Yes, this is the disciple I briefly taught about twenty years ago. He also came to say hello to me yesterday.”
“I guess so. Oh, I heard that a place called Obong san is infested with bandits and the pain of the merchants is great?”
“I’ve heard of it too, but the head office is busy, so I don’t really have time for it.”
“How about getting some fresh air with the inner disciple after a long time? You can leave the management of Taehwagung to someone else for about two months.”
"haha! Two months off? Are you really going to be, okay?”
The merchant of heaven and earth grabbed the tea package with a face that showed no signs of softening.
Two months of rest with one package of Yongjing Tea! It seems that the Jade Emperor looked at him rather kindly.
That afternoon, the manager of Taehwagung, the merchant of heaven and earth, went down Mt. The shoulders of the merchants of heaven and earth shook as they walked the road to Gangho for the first time in ten years.
***
Obong Mountain, Bobong County, Henan Province.
Obong sanchae was crowded with people due to the untimely construction wind. They are rebuilding the mother houses that Namyang Sangbang burned about a month ago and destroyed to build a wall.
Originally, there were two demolished houses, but he wanted to build five Poong yeoncho houses. This is because the number of people entering the mountain to become bandits has increased.
When the wild vegetables overflowed with money, Feng Yancho hired carpenters from Hajia Village. Because of that, not only thieves but also ordinary people came in and out of the mountain.
Poong yeoncho looked at the houses under construction with happy eyes.
The new building feels like a house because it was made by a carpenter.
A house that is not a hut in the middle of such a deep mountain!
It felt like a dream to build a building that can only be done on a scale comparable to that of Daebyeol Sanchae in my sanchae.
Poong Yeon-cho, who was standing in the yard and smiling, approached Poong-yeon-cho.
“Big brother, don’t you like it too much?”
“Hehe, why? don't you like it?"
“Tsk! You don't know when it will burn up, but don't like it too much.”
“Honey, people don’t know when they’ll die, but don’t they live their lives? live a little positively Why is the guy who ate fried rice the way he is?”
Takgomyeong, who had pursed his lips, spoke sarcasticly.
“Ah, yes. If you are building a new house, how about building a restaurant and bringing in admirers? Their mouths have stretched so much that it seems difficult to do anything to feed them.”
"Uh? is that a good idea? A woman who came to work as a tribute to the village chief of Haga Village 'm going to ask if you're there."
“Oops! older brother. I'm sorry I just tried it. Would a sane woman come alive and try to work?”
"What's not going to happen? Carpenters and handymen also come and work and get paid. How many people in Hajia Village do you think have not received money from us lately?”
Takgo myeong scratched his head.
Come to think of it, there seems to be some truth in what my older brother said.
Isn't the amount of money the wild vegetables family members spend in the main and banquet halls of Haga Village?
Poong yeoncho, who was rolling her eyes, said in a determined tone.
“I have to meet the village chief today and ask him to find a chanmo. Hearing your words made me suddenly want a proper meal. You should warn the family members not to touch Chanmo. They say that anyone who touches her admirers will cut off her things.”
"Really? and! seed bee. I hope it goes well.”
Unaware that dark clouds were gathering from Wudang Mountain, the two bandits were excited and flirting.
