"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 252- Tell me whether you are Shenyanggak or not
Black Waterseon Seokryeosi.
Now eighteen years old, she had a youthful face in contrast to her mature body.
Her adherents of her orthodox faction call her her ‘black daffodil’.
That's because of her unique taste in wearing only black all year round.
According to Sapa's physiology, a woman who is beautiful is bound to go through hardships.
However, Blackwater was an exception.
Her masters of her Sapa worshiped her, calling her 'the flower of her Sapa'.
She is also the daughter of Seok Mu-hae, Ma-gun, Pacheon, the head of the green house, but rather than that, it is an established theory that she is so because her martial arts of Black Water Line reached its peak.
In the year of her 1st birthday, Seo Mu-hae personally washed her face, and from the age of five she learned Amcheon Sura and the true scriptures, and was no match for her peers regardless of political faction.
Since she is such a black daffodil, she was like a ‘flower in a painting’ to the orthodox youth.
She naturally has a high nose, and usually she considers men to be less detached creatures.
The ‘flower in the painting’, Black Narcissus, was different today.
She sat down next to him and chattered like a lark.
And that's not all.
She, with her short mouth, who couldn't even fill her own stomach, took her side dishes with her seomseom jade, which dazzled her eyes just by looking at them, and diligently served them in a bowl.
The black daffodil, who had just slathered her fish and placed it in a bowl under her lap, turned her head away.
At the climax, she heard the words of Paenggakmyeong in Cheongcheon-do.
Words like how did you get to know such a thief were an insult to Yeonjeokha and Nokrim.
Black Narcissus calmly put down the chopsticks she was holding.
"ha! Gucheonnodo. Should our gun patrol be listening to that nonsense? Where to dine comfortably? Is that how you recruited our general patrol?"
Her bruise made Gucheonno jump up from his seat in pain.
Even if she wasn't, she was getting on her nerves from earlier, but she was forced to endure it. However, she could not stay still after hearing such a noise from Dark Narcissus.
Before he moved, he took a quick look at his younger brother.
However, they seem to be concentrating only on food as if it were someone else's affair.
In this case, one of the two.
They are not interested in this problem, or they are bothered by it, so they acquiesce to it.
Simtong, who had lived with Yeon Jeok-ha for a long time, intuitively knew that it was the latter.
A flash of light flashed in old sim eyes, which were dim like a dead fish.
Even the black water line, which had instigated the fight, was startled by how intense those eyes were.
“Uhm, but don’t kill me.”
Simtong listened to Heuksu-seon's words with the back of his ear and strode toward the seat where Paeng-gak-myeong was.
Cheongcheon-do Paenggakmyeong, Taeeulgeom Gongsan, Jeongmyeongjingeom Unhak, Heavenly Sword Lee Wooshin, Paeng Cheonung, Paeng Somi, Lee Woojin, and Lee Somin stopped talking and turned their eyes to one side.
An old man called Gucheonnodo Heartache was approaching with a hideous face.
Lee So-min looked puzzled and did not know what to do, but the others were calm.
Kang Ho-in is obsessed with fame.
The reason why young people risked their lives to join the Cheonji League was to make a name for themselves.
To become famous, you have to kill a celebrity.
When is it difficult?
If you destroy a famous master, his reputation will be transferred to the new master.
It is for this reason that fights between orthodox factions are frequent in Chiliha Village.
A mischievous smile spread across the pauper's face.
“You all know that I am close with Shinji Jegal, right?”
Jegal Shinji is the son of Jegal Seung-woon, the commander of the Cheonjimaeng.
The seven late exponents looked at Paenggakmyeong because they wanted to talk about something.
“A few days ago, Jegal Shinji said that. There was a thief in Henan who was good at saying that he was a former secret swordsman, Shenyanggak, but he recently changed his name.”
Uicheonmunju's eldest son, Cheongung-geom Lee Woo-shin, asked because he had something in his heart.
“Paeng Soje, Gumil Bokgeom Shenyang Pavilion is a name I’ve heard before. But what did he change his name to?”
“Shin Yang-gak is a person who uses yuyeopdo, and his sword is said to be unusually red rosewood. Gucheonno over there is the same as the one that Simtong carries. They even have the same face, so wouldn't he be Shenyanggak?
“… … .”
In an instant, the eyes of the seven people turned to Simtong.
The sim tomg that came near the table of the late exponents listened quietly as if to continue.
A smile grew on the pauper's face.
“Shin Yang-gak, who only said that, is actually a little better than the county-level master. It's hard to believe that he killed the Twelve Horsemen, and it's hard to believe. Isn't it fun?”
Then, Gongsan, a disciple of the progressive faction, spoke as if responding.
“I also found it a little strange that he killed the Twelve Horsemen. If he is Shen Yanggak, shouldn't he be suspicious of other things as well?”
"Other?"
Paenggakmyeong asked with a puzzled face.
He didn't know what communism wanted to say.
“Think about it. Now, does it make sense that a 21-year-old boy killed the Twelve Horsemen, whom even the greatest masters in the world have a hard time with? If you look closely, all the rumors are related to old sim... … .”
“Is everyone lying?”
Gongsan nodded as he looked at the name of Paenggak.
“Even if they concede a hundred times and they have the dharma, the rumors seem to be quite exaggerated. Isn't it?”
Gongsan looked around the seven late exponents.
Except for Lee So-min and her brothers, Lee Woo-shin and Lee Woo-jin, everyone nodded.
“Uhhhhh.”
A sullen laugh escaped from his mouth.
If I hadn't met Yeonjeokha, I wouldn't have even made eye contact with them.
But now I'm in a position to think about how to cook them.
Suddenly, I feel grateful to Gucheonhyeonnyeo.
Meanwhile, Lee So-min, whose heartache and eyes met, hurriedly got up from his seat.
“Sir, I am not. No, what are you guys doing? not wake up.”
At her request, her second son, Lee Woo-jin, stood up awkwardly.
However, her eldest son, Heavenly Palace Sword Yi Woo-shin, did not budge on what she was thinking.
In fact, the first, Lee Woo-shin, and the second, Lee Woo-jin, heard painfully about Yeon Jeok-ha's inaction through her grandfather and third, Lee So-min. However, heartache is an exception.
Now, Lee Woo-shin, the eldest, thought that Gu Cheon-no also had a old sim attached to Yeon Jeok-ha and escorted him.
If he is, as Paenggakmyeong said, Simyanggak, a secret book, then there is still more!
However, Lee So-min and Lee Woo-jin were different.
They got up from their seats in fear of the yeon jeok ha who was holding on behind their heartache.
“A big brother?”
Lee So-min grabbed Lee Woo-shin's shoulder, but Lee Woo-shin was immovable.
A smile grew on the saddened face.
“You say so? What are you going to do now?”
I looked at Lee So-min with a heartache.
Lee So-min, who sighed heavily, took his second brother and fell to the side.
The six-to-one situation hardened.
Paenggakmyeong arrogantly leaned his upper body back and said.
“Gucheonno also old shim? No, Gumilbokgeom Shenyanggak. I think it's time for him to say who he is. I'm sorry, but the name Gucheonnodo doesn't work for us. If it weren't for the same Cheonjimaeng, you would already be... … .”
Paenggakmyeong blurted out his words.
Instead, he slit his own neck with the blade of his hand.
I mean it would have killed him.
Old sim said, looking slowly at her five men and women.
“You insulted the old lady and the senior, like that naked man. Do you admit it?”
When he mentioned Yeonjeokha, Lee Woo-shin flinched, but held back.
It was because he thought that the cunning old sim was trying to escape by putting the name of Yeonjeokha at the forefront.
In fact, all six of them thought so.
Gongsan threw a word like driving a nail into it.
“Shenyanggak. Don't you know that the more you say things like that, the less your achievements will be?”
“Ughhh. So, did you say that Gongja-nim and I are swindlers, dogs, and bastards?”
Noklimdo’s unique exaggeration and vitriol came out.
Old sim cursed at himself and his rival as if he were self-torturing.
The six late exponents who grew up in orphans frowned, but did not deny it.
Because if they now deny his words, they will be seen as cowards.
Moreover, although there was a bit of harsh swearing added, it was all true in the big picture.
At that moment, Paeng Gak-myeong's younger sister, Paeng So-mi, spoke up.
"Hey! Where are you trying to scare me? Tell me whether you are Shenyanggak or not!”
But he didn't even look at me because he was already in a state of heartache and aroused by what he had said.
“Did these rat-sized kites make up their minds to die! Do you dare to insult our Confucius? I want to kill him if I feel like it, but since I'm the same, I cut off one arm... … .”
At that time, Yeon Jeok-ha, who was eagerly eating fish next to the black daffodil, muttered to himself as if talking to himself.
“Don’t cut it.”
Old sim hastily changed his words.
“… … It should be cut off, but since there is still no blood on the head, I will break it instead.”
Then, as if she was laughing, Pang-gak-myeong, who was watching, screamed.
“Damn it! Where is the white voice of the mere gumilbok sword?"
The moment I was cursed at by a kid in my twenties, the heartache I had been enduring overturned.
“Such a nimmy ceveral nursing care bastard!”
Along with thick cursing, the new type of heartache disappeared with a ‘puck’.
Surprised by the strange new law, Paeng-Gak-Myeong jumped up reflexively.
But he didn't even have time to look around.
A punch of old sim hit Paeng Gak-myeong's chin like a thunderbolt.
puck!
With just one blow, Paeng Gak-myeong's head spun around.
He lost consciousness and went backwards, grabbing his arm as he was about to fall.
Soon after, a terrifying sound was heard from the left arm of Paenggakmyeong.
Kwajik.
"evil!"
With a short scream, the paenggakmyeong stepped back.
"Brother!"
With a scream, Paeng So-mi drew her sword and cut through her old sim.
The old sim took half a step to the side, then flew forward again as if it were bouncing forward.
Old sim and Paeng So-mi's new look diverged for a moment.
Kwajik.
“Ah!”
The sword fell from Paeng So-mi's hand with an eerie sound.
When people heard the sound of falling knives, saying, “Grung,” the old sim was already hitting the communists.
Gongsan, who could not draw his sword, confronted his old sim with a circle of five notes.
Gongshan's fist hit Shen Tong's shoulder, but Shen Tong didn't even nod and swung his hand around.
slam.
At once, Gongsan's face turned to the other side, and after that it was like a paenggakmyeong.
“Kuk!”
Gongsan grabbed his broken arm and took a step back from him.
The old sim continued hit to Peng Tianung's arm.
It was only after breaking it that the madness stopped.
Chae Chaeng -.
Belatedly, Unhak and Lee Woo-shin pulled out their swords.
that's when
With the sound of a quandang, the half door opened as if it were about to break.
And the five Cheonjimaeng patrols jumped inside like the wind.
“Stop!”
The leader of the patrol, the elder of the advance party, Ilwolgum Mumu Jinin, looked around the room with sharp eyes.
Half of the spots are a mess of fights; the other half are peaceful.
Did they watch the fight while eating?
Looking at the atmosphere, it seems that a fight broke out between the young members of the political faction and the old masters of the Sapa.
Mumu Jinin's face contorted as he watched the people groaning against the wall.
Gongsan, which is called the hope of the advance party, was moaning like a sick puppy.
He hurriedly approaches and examines his left arm, as if it had been broken, swollen.
“What the hell is this?”
The hesitant Gongsan reluctantly opened his mouth.
“… … Gucheonno also had quarrels.”
“What quarrel?”
“That’s because there is a saying that he is a former secret swordsmith, Simyanggak… … . While checking... … .”
“You foolish bastard. What if Gucheonnodo is Shenyanggak or what if it is not?”
“… … .”
At Mumu Jinin's words, Gongsan lowered his head.
That's right.
What if it's Shenyanggak and what if it' shen tong?
It wasn't until his arm was broken that he felt belated regret that he had been involved in something meaningless.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 252- Tell me whether you are Shenyanggak or not
Black Waterseon Seokryeosi.
Now eighteen years old, she had a youthful face in contrast to her mature body.
Her adherents of her orthodox faction call her her ‘black daffodil’.
That's because of her unique taste in wearing only black all year round.
According to Sapa's physiology, a woman who is beautiful is bound to go through hardships.
However, Blackwater was an exception.
Her masters of her Sapa worshiped her, calling her 'the flower of her Sapa'.
She is also the daughter of Seok Mu-hae, Ma-gun, Pacheon, the head of the green house, but rather than that, it is an established theory that she is so because her martial arts of Black Water Line reached its peak.
In the year of her 1st birthday, Seo Mu-hae personally washed her face, and from the age of five she learned Amcheon Sura and the true scriptures, and was no match for her peers regardless of political faction.
Since she is such a black daffodil, she was like a ‘flower in a painting’ to the orthodox youth.
She naturally has a high nose, and usually she considers men to be less detached creatures.
The ‘flower in the painting’, Black Narcissus, was different today.
She sat down next to him and chattered like a lark.
And that's not all.
She, with her short mouth, who couldn't even fill her own stomach, took her side dishes with her seomseom jade, which dazzled her eyes just by looking at them, and diligently served them in a bowl.
The black daffodil, who had just slathered her fish and placed it in a bowl under her lap, turned her head away.
At the climax, she heard the words of Paenggakmyeong in Cheongcheon-do.
Words like how did you get to know such a thief were an insult to Yeonjeokha and Nokrim.
Black Narcissus calmly put down the chopsticks she was holding.
"ha! Gucheonnodo. Should our gun patrol be listening to that nonsense? Where to dine comfortably? Is that how you recruited our general patrol?"
Her bruise made Gucheonno jump up from his seat in pain.
Even if she wasn't, she was getting on her nerves from earlier, but she was forced to endure it. However, she could not stay still after hearing such a noise from Dark Narcissus.
Before he moved, he took a quick look at his younger brother.
However, they seem to be concentrating only on food as if it were someone else's affair.
In this case, one of the two.
They are not interested in this problem, or they are bothered by it, so they acquiesce to it.
Simtong, who had lived with Yeon Jeok-ha for a long time, intuitively knew that it was the latter.
A flash of light flashed in old sim eyes, which were dim like a dead fish.
Even the black water line, which had instigated the fight, was startled by how intense those eyes were.
“Uhm, but don’t kill me.”
Simtong listened to Heuksu-seon's words with the back of his ear and strode toward the seat where Paeng-gak-myeong was.
Cheongcheon-do Paenggakmyeong, Taeeulgeom Gongsan, Jeongmyeongjingeom Unhak, Heavenly Sword Lee Wooshin, Paeng Cheonung, Paeng Somi, Lee Woojin, and Lee Somin stopped talking and turned their eyes to one side.
An old man called Gucheonnodo Heartache was approaching with a hideous face.
Lee So-min looked puzzled and did not know what to do, but the others were calm.
Kang Ho-in is obsessed with fame.
The reason why young people risked their lives to join the Cheonji League was to make a name for themselves.
To become famous, you have to kill a celebrity.
When is it difficult?
If you destroy a famous master, his reputation will be transferred to the new master.
It is for this reason that fights between orthodox factions are frequent in Chiliha Village.
A mischievous smile spread across the pauper's face.
“You all know that I am close with Shinji Jegal, right?”
Jegal Shinji is the son of Jegal Seung-woon, the commander of the Cheonjimaeng.
The seven late exponents looked at Paenggakmyeong because they wanted to talk about something.
“A few days ago, Jegal Shinji said that. There was a thief in Henan who was good at saying that he was a former secret swordsman, Shenyanggak, but he recently changed his name.”
Uicheonmunju's eldest son, Cheongung-geom Lee Woo-shin, asked because he had something in his heart.
“Paeng Soje, Gumil Bokgeom Shenyang Pavilion is a name I’ve heard before. But what did he change his name to?”
“Shin Yang-gak is a person who uses yuyeopdo, and his sword is said to be unusually red rosewood. Gucheonno over there is the same as the one that Simtong carries. They even have the same face, so wouldn't he be Shenyanggak?
“… … .”
In an instant, the eyes of the seven people turned to Simtong.
The sim tomg that came near the table of the late exponents listened quietly as if to continue.
A smile grew on the pauper's face.
“Shin Yang-gak, who only said that, is actually a little better than the county-level master. It's hard to believe that he killed the Twelve Horsemen, and it's hard to believe. Isn't it fun?”
Then, Gongsan, a disciple of the progressive faction, spoke as if responding.
“I also found it a little strange that he killed the Twelve Horsemen. If he is Shen Yanggak, shouldn't he be suspicious of other things as well?”
"Other?"
Paenggakmyeong asked with a puzzled face.
He didn't know what communism wanted to say.
“Think about it. Now, does it make sense that a 21-year-old boy killed the Twelve Horsemen, whom even the greatest masters in the world have a hard time with? If you look closely, all the rumors are related to old sim... … .”
“Is everyone lying?”
Gongsan nodded as he looked at the name of Paenggak.
“Even if they concede a hundred times and they have the dharma, the rumors seem to be quite exaggerated. Isn't it?”
Gongsan looked around the seven late exponents.
Except for Lee So-min and her brothers, Lee Woo-shin and Lee Woo-jin, everyone nodded.
“Uhhhhh.”
A sullen laugh escaped from his mouth.
If I hadn't met Yeonjeokha, I wouldn't have even made eye contact with them.
But now I'm in a position to think about how to cook them.
Suddenly, I feel grateful to Gucheonhyeonnyeo.
Meanwhile, Lee So-min, whose heartache and eyes met, hurriedly got up from his seat.
“Sir, I am not. No, what are you guys doing? not wake up.”
At her request, her second son, Lee Woo-jin, stood up awkwardly.
However, her eldest son, Heavenly Palace Sword Yi Woo-shin, did not budge on what she was thinking.
In fact, the first, Lee Woo-shin, and the second, Lee Woo-jin, heard painfully about Yeon Jeok-ha's inaction through her grandfather and third, Lee So-min. However, heartache is an exception.
Now, Lee Woo-shin, the eldest, thought that Gu Cheon-no also had a old sim attached to Yeon Jeok-ha and escorted him.
If he is, as Paenggakmyeong said, Simyanggak, a secret book, then there is still more!
However, Lee So-min and Lee Woo-jin were different.
They got up from their seats in fear of the yeon jeok ha who was holding on behind their heartache.
“A big brother?”
Lee So-min grabbed Lee Woo-shin's shoulder, but Lee Woo-shin was immovable.
A smile grew on the saddened face.
“You say so? What are you going to do now?”
I looked at Lee So-min with a heartache.
Lee So-min, who sighed heavily, took his second brother and fell to the side.
The six-to-one situation hardened.
Paenggakmyeong arrogantly leaned his upper body back and said.
“Gucheonno also old shim? No, Gumilbokgeom Shenyanggak. I think it's time for him to say who he is. I'm sorry, but the name Gucheonnodo doesn't work for us. If it weren't for the same Cheonjimaeng, you would already be... … .”
Paenggakmyeong blurted out his words.
Instead, he slit his own neck with the blade of his hand.
I mean it would have killed him.
Old sim said, looking slowly at her five men and women.
“You insulted the old lady and the senior, like that naked man. Do you admit it?”
When he mentioned Yeonjeokha, Lee Woo-shin flinched, but held back.
It was because he thought that the cunning old sim was trying to escape by putting the name of Yeonjeokha at the forefront.
In fact, all six of them thought so.
Gongsan threw a word like driving a nail into it.
“Shenyanggak. Don't you know that the more you say things like that, the less your achievements will be?”
“Ughhh. So, did you say that Gongja-nim and I are swindlers, dogs, and bastards?”
Noklimdo’s unique exaggeration and vitriol came out.
Old sim cursed at himself and his rival as if he were self-torturing.
The six late exponents who grew up in orphans frowned, but did not deny it.
Because if they now deny his words, they will be seen as cowards.
Moreover, although there was a bit of harsh swearing added, it was all true in the big picture.
At that moment, Paeng Gak-myeong's younger sister, Paeng So-mi, spoke up.
"Hey! Where are you trying to scare me? Tell me whether you are Shenyanggak or not!”
But he didn't even look at me because he was already in a state of heartache and aroused by what he had said.
“Did these rat-sized kites make up their minds to die! Do you dare to insult our Confucius? I want to kill him if I feel like it, but since I'm the same, I cut off one arm... … .”
At that time, Yeon Jeok-ha, who was eagerly eating fish next to the black daffodil, muttered to himself as if talking to himself.
“Don’t cut it.”
Old sim hastily changed his words.
“… … It should be cut off, but since there is still no blood on the head, I will break it instead.”
Then, as if she was laughing, Pang-gak-myeong, who was watching, screamed.
“Damn it! Where is the white voice of the mere gumilbok sword?"
The moment I was cursed at by a kid in my twenties, the heartache I had been enduring overturned.
“Such a nimmy ceveral nursing care bastard!”
Along with thick cursing, the new type of heartache disappeared with a ‘puck’.
Surprised by the strange new law, Paeng-Gak-Myeong jumped up reflexively.
But he didn't even have time to look around.
A punch of old sim hit Paeng Gak-myeong's chin like a thunderbolt.
puck!
With just one blow, Paeng Gak-myeong's head spun around.
He lost consciousness and went backwards, grabbing his arm as he was about to fall.
Soon after, a terrifying sound was heard from the left arm of Paenggakmyeong.
Kwajik.
"evil!"
With a short scream, the paenggakmyeong stepped back.
"Brother!"
With a scream, Paeng So-mi drew her sword and cut through her old sim.
The old sim took half a step to the side, then flew forward again as if it were bouncing forward.
Old sim and Paeng So-mi's new look diverged for a moment.
Kwajik.
“Ah!”
The sword fell from Paeng So-mi's hand with an eerie sound.
When people heard the sound of falling knives, saying, “Grung,” the old sim was already hitting the communists.
Gongsan, who could not draw his sword, confronted his old sim with a circle of five notes.
Gongshan's fist hit Shen Tong's shoulder, but Shen Tong didn't even nod and swung his hand around.
slam.
At once, Gongsan's face turned to the other side, and after that it was like a paenggakmyeong.
“Kuk!”
Gongsan grabbed his broken arm and took a step back from him.
The old sim continued hit to Peng Tianung's arm.
It was only after breaking it that the madness stopped.
Chae Chaeng -.
Belatedly, Unhak and Lee Woo-shin pulled out their swords.
that's when
With the sound of a quandang, the half door opened as if it were about to break.
And the five Cheonjimaeng patrols jumped inside like the wind.
“Stop!”
The leader of the patrol, the elder of the advance party, Ilwolgum Mumu Jinin, looked around the room with sharp eyes.
Half of the spots are a mess of fights; the other half are peaceful.
Did they watch the fight while eating?
Looking at the atmosphere, it seems that a fight broke out between the young members of the political faction and the old masters of the Sapa.
Mumu Jinin's face contorted as he watched the people groaning against the wall.
Gongsan, which is called the hope of the advance party, was moaning like a sick puppy.
He hurriedly approaches and examines his left arm, as if it had been broken, swollen.
“What the hell is this?”
The hesitant Gongsan reluctantly opened his mouth.
“… … Gucheonno also had quarrels.”
“What quarrel?”
“That’s because there is a saying that he is a former secret swordsmith, Simyanggak… … . While checking... … .”
“You foolish bastard. What if Gucheonnodo is Shenyanggak or what if it is not?”
“… … .”
At Mumu Jinin's words, Gongsan lowered his head.
That's right.
What if it's Shenyanggak and what if it' shen tong?
It wasn't until his arm was broken that he felt belated regret that he had been involved in something meaningless.
