"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 285 - Hid the sword in the sky
Chili Hachon.
A small house at the foot of the mountain on the east side.
around lunchtime.
Gucheonno also had a old sim and muttered as he took out the dry weight from his backpack.
“I thought I was going to leave any time soon, so I packed a lot, but I seem to have forgotten everything at home.”
Then, Yeon Jeok-ha, who was eating beef jerky at the table, said something.
“Old Sim, if you don’t like the house, go up to the back mountain and eat.”
“It's not that I don't like it, it's because I've been eating only dry amounts for a while. If you forget this for a day or two and leave, you have to eat again on the way, right?”
“Tsk tsk! They are not children; they all think only of what old people eat. Don't you know how dangerous it is to go spy on a famous religious leader? If you want to meet Wol-a and Geum-ah, don't mumble.”
“Even a coriander will die if food does not enter its mouth. Eating is precious.”
“You delayed your departure to do that precious thing for a long time. Where are you resenting without knowing how to be thankful? Do you want to keep buzzing like a fly?”
“Confucius, when did you say I resented Namgung Sojeo? I just said that I have been eating dry food for a long time. If you only talk about Sojeo Namgung, why do you light a double wick in her eyes and attack her like that?”
"What? attack? I? Are you saying anything right now?”
“Isn't that true? Anything involving Sojeo Namgung is unconditional… … .”
“Unconditionally what?”
Yeonjeokha put down the jerky he was holding in his mouth and shot him in pain.
The old sim, startled by the sharpness, hurriedly continued.
“It’s nice to see them trusting and following them, I wanted to say something like that.”
Only then did the serial enemy turn his gaze back to the beef jerky.
Looking at his old sim, he put the dry amount in his mouth and chewed it softly and swallowed it.
After a while, Yeonjeokha, who had eaten the jerky, got up from his seat.
“Confucius, where are you going?”
“I’m going to go up the back mountain for a bit.”
“Hehe. You seem to have finished the jerky, but why?”
“Why? Of course, I'm going to learn swordsmanship. You can't do that in a yard the size of the palm of your hand. Even old Sim, if you don't want to die, train diligently. No, since you’ve lived enough to live, wouldn’t it be better to take a good rest and then leave?”
“Oops! What a pitiful word. Go first. I will follow soon.”
“Anyway.”
I left the old sim and went outside.
Now that the spring weather is in full swing, it feels warmer outside than inside.
I climbed the mountain with a lounging streak.
Since it is a shallow mountain, it took less than 15 minutes to reach the summit.
Around the time when Yeonjeokha finished the practice of Gucheonseibeop, a chuckle was heard from below.
Now it seems that the old sim is climbing the mountain.
The regular sound of footsteps stopped at the crooked ridge below.
Soon after, 'Huh! Huh!
'Anyway, it's noisy.'
The rivalry that shook his head passed to the Gucheon Gugum.
Even though he did not carry his history and unfolded purely with muscular strength, his sword wind was sharpened.
I sat cross-legged on a rock where I relaxed with the Gucheonsaebeop and the Gucheongu sword.
And he slowly recalled the rules of the Cheondungeom.
Still, Oh Ui (奧義) could not be caught as if he could be caught.
'It's a Cheondun Sword.'
Literally, it means ‘hid a sword in the sky’.
'Oh no way.'
What kind of sword are you hiding in the sky?
Taoist immortals make so many noises that it is impossible to know what is true.
Obviously, the Cheondun Sword is also a metaphor for something.
Even so, he raised his head and looked up at the sky, just in case.
Fluffy clouds float in the blue sky.
'It doesn't mean that cloud will become a sword, right?'
Piercing it with a cloud and cutting it would only make it tickle more.
While thinking so, he reached out his hand to the cloud involuntarily.
And he habitually recalled the structure of the Cheondun Sword.
Again, the clouds were the same.
“Sheesh! shit. What are you hiding?”
The frustrated rivals nervously stood up from their seats.
One after another, I kicked off the ground and jumped up with the feeling of becoming what I was meant to be.
Dig-.
He raised the index finger of his right hand to the sky and shouted out loud.
“Cheondun Sword!”
Because of the use of aerodynamic power, the body of the serial enemy flew up to 10 pieces (approximately 30 meters).
It's like trying to pick a star from the sky.
Yeonjeokha's eyes were blazing with fire.
It seemed that if I climbed a little more, I could reach the clouds with my hand.
If Lu Dongbin hid the Tien Dun Sword in the sky, I will find it with my own hands!
However, his body could not rise further and stopped.
His body, trembling with gritted teeth, soon fell down.
Before reaching the ground, he unfolded the Guryong Bunsin (Nine Dragons).
It is an application of the Gucheonsebeop that moves in the air.
In an instant, his body slowly circled and descended softly like his feathers.
Old sim rushed towards Yeon Jeok-ha, who was standing idly with a despondent face.
“Gongja? Did you finally succeed?”
"What?"
Yeonjeokha looked back at his old sim with a tired face.
Old sim narrowed his eyes and said.
“Didn't you just shout loudly that it was the Thunder Sword? I was surprised by the sound and saw that Confucius was ascending to heaven. Of course, I thought that Confucius had mastered the Cheondun Sword, didn't he?”
“I shouted because I was frustrated.”
“Oops! If you answer twice, I'll make a big deal out of it. If it sounds like that, I think Cheonjimaeng would have heard it.”
“Can’t I make my own noise in the mountains?”
"It's possible, but soon the masters of the world may come. know what happened The shouting should have been louder than usual.”
“I don’t know. Come or not.”
It's when the jeok-ha is grumbling.
The sound of footsteps under the mountain was really loud, as if the masters of the Chunjimaeng were flocking.
The couple standing with a grouchy face jumped down the valley. He didn't want to give people a lame explanation, so he left in a hurry.
The old sim of seeing the flying drop like a single bird jumped down as well.
Shortly after the two disappeared, dozens of Cheonjimaeng patrols appeared at the top.
It was a police force led by Taeeul Merchant Taeeul, an elder of the Jeomchang faction, Taesangjang, and Mumu, Jinin, an elder of the Jeonjin faction.
Mumu Jinin looked around with the eyes of a hawk.
But I didn't see anything suspicious.
“Huh, great. I could definitely hear a sound that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.”
At that time, a member of the surveillance team, a non-partisan elder, Cheonseong Dosa, inadvertently looked up at the sky and shouted.
“Huh! What is that?”
The mouths of the guards who turned their heads to the direction he pointed to widened.
A cloud in the shape of a giant sword floated in the blue sky.
Mumu Jin-in, who had been staring blankly, approached the Tae-eul merchant.
“Merchant, what do you think of that?”
“Isn’t it a sword-shaped cloud?”
“Yes, yes, but among the many shapes, why is it a sword? Do you have any guesses?”
"well. The frequency is also surprising. But for now, it's just nature's harmony... … . No matter how skilled you are, you can’t artificially create something like that.”
At his words, Mumujinin nodded his head.
The size of the cloud was large enough to cover a village, so it wasn't man-made.
Even so, a sword-shaped cloud followed by a sound that shook the heavens and the earth?
It didn't make sense to go on like this.
“Isn’t there a relationship between a sound so loud that it echoes all over the world and that cloud?”
“I think finding out who made the noise is a more serious problem than that. Connecting even the cloud with that person seems like an excessive leap.”
The Taeeul merchant thought the sword-shaped cloud was a natural phenomenon.
No matter how you think about it, it is because it is not something that can be done by human effort.
“As expected, is that so? It seems that Bindo’s imagination went a little too far.”
Even if he was a famous cult leader, he would not be able to do such a thing.
The celestial guru who watched the conversation between the two said.
“Jinin, the house at the bottom of the mountain is the residence of Confucius Yeon. The person screaming may have had a relationship with him.”
"hmm! I guess If so, let's meet him and find out what happened.”
Taeeul Merchant and Mumu Jinin's guards looked around once again and hurriedly descended.
***
East Sapain Residential Area.
In the guest room of a fairly large house, three middle-aged men sat with their heads together.
Gwiyeongjagun and Hyolcheonjingun, who are members of the Twelve Horses Army, and Haksan Sanchae Chaeju Sisanma are also Hyukmuchun.
Ghosts sighed after emptying their drinking cups.
" Total Patrol! What should I do with that son of a bitch? Cub.”
After becoming a disciple of the head chef and earning the name of the Twelve Demons, he lived looking down on the world.
To him, the work in Cheonjimaeng was so disgraceful that he wanted to kill himself by biting his tongue.
“Sahyung, he won’t last long anyway. Be patient. Even the head of the household knows how strong the famous religion is. There's not much left to wipe the backs of the rightists.”
“What is the intention of the general manager?”
“People around me keep saying, ‘We have to compromise with the famous religion at any cost. The famous religious leader has already reached the point of legend, so the head of the household is not going to prolong the fight.”
“Are you saying you still don’t know?”
“Still, it is clear that you do not have lingering feelings for Cheonjimaeng. The head of the household knows that we are putting a line on the famous bridge. Still, do you have anything else to say? You condone that.”
"hmm! connivance.”
“All under heaven will be reorganized around famous religions. The era of the Chilpamun is over. Aren’t the Murim Sega already in disarray?”
“I have no interest in those assholes. All you need to do is kill the bloody jeok-ha and the old sim, these damn bastards.”
“Before that, we have to educate the idiots who support them. That way, even later, when you hand them over to a famous church, you won't be able to say anything.”
"How?"
“How would you like to show the owners of Yeonjeokha and their shimtong?”
"Puppetry?"
“Yes, it seems like they are acting like knights these days. If we show what true greening is, the owners of the households will also change their minds.”
“How do you show that?”
“Let’s properly reverse the Giru saying that shimtong is a regular customer. When greenery covers the red and blue did you play? It's greenery that makes even a woman's daughter fall for herself.”
“Grunt… … .”
Gwi Young-ja-kun didn't dare to say that.
He couldn't say it openly, but he honestly showed his shimtong and his love interest.
As he hesitated, Hsu Tianjin continued to seduce him.
“Isn’t it enough if we don’t step out ourselves? All you have to do is ask the fool who reveals the color.”
“Is there such a person?”
“Is there? The placenta of Green Forest is such a bastard. Hyuk Chae-joo, who would you prefer?”
Hyukmu-chun, who was still at rest, was brought in by Hyeol Cheonjin-gun.
“Chaeju Blood Seahorse of Jeongju Hwangryongsuichae Jeokmuin is just such a guy. Even on the road, if your lower leg gets stiff, you will drag any woman along.”
Hyukmu-chun answered without delay.
Where is he, only an enemy soldier!
He himself usually does that too.
Again this time, if the opponent hadn't been for simtong, he would have stepped out to do it for me.
Finally, the ghost said in a gloomy tone.
"Good. Let's show you what greenery is. Send the jeok-ha to Giru and let them enjoy themselves. In particular, I recommend you to taste the year of Wol-ah. Ha ha ha!”
Returnee-kun seemed to be happy just thinking about it, and he shook his shoulders and smiled.
He takes revenge on Shen Tong, and makes even the husbands and rivals antagonize each other, killing two birds with one stone.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 285 - Hid the sword in the sky
Chili Hachon.
A small house at the foot of the mountain on the east side.
around lunchtime.
Gucheonno also had a old sim and muttered as he took out the dry weight from his backpack.
“I thought I was going to leave any time soon, so I packed a lot, but I seem to have forgotten everything at home.”
Then, Yeon Jeok-ha, who was eating beef jerky at the table, said something.
“Old Sim, if you don’t like the house, go up to the back mountain and eat.”
“It's not that I don't like it, it's because I've been eating only dry amounts for a while. If you forget this for a day or two and leave, you have to eat again on the way, right?”
“Tsk tsk! They are not children; they all think only of what old people eat. Don't you know how dangerous it is to go spy on a famous religious leader? If you want to meet Wol-a and Geum-ah, don't mumble.”
“Even a coriander will die if food does not enter its mouth. Eating is precious.”
“You delayed your departure to do that precious thing for a long time. Where are you resenting without knowing how to be thankful? Do you want to keep buzzing like a fly?”
“Confucius, when did you say I resented Namgung Sojeo? I just said that I have been eating dry food for a long time. If you only talk about Sojeo Namgung, why do you light a double wick in her eyes and attack her like that?”
"What? attack? I? Are you saying anything right now?”
“Isn't that true? Anything involving Sojeo Namgung is unconditional… … .”
“Unconditionally what?”
Yeonjeokha put down the jerky he was holding in his mouth and shot him in pain.
The old sim, startled by the sharpness, hurriedly continued.
“It’s nice to see them trusting and following them, I wanted to say something like that.”
Only then did the serial enemy turn his gaze back to the beef jerky.
Looking at his old sim, he put the dry amount in his mouth and chewed it softly and swallowed it.
After a while, Yeonjeokha, who had eaten the jerky, got up from his seat.
“Confucius, where are you going?”
“I’m going to go up the back mountain for a bit.”
“Hehe. You seem to have finished the jerky, but why?”
“Why? Of course, I'm going to learn swordsmanship. You can't do that in a yard the size of the palm of your hand. Even old Sim, if you don't want to die, train diligently. No, since you’ve lived enough to live, wouldn’t it be better to take a good rest and then leave?”
“Oops! What a pitiful word. Go first. I will follow soon.”
“Anyway.”
I left the old sim and went outside.
Now that the spring weather is in full swing, it feels warmer outside than inside.
I climbed the mountain with a lounging streak.
Since it is a shallow mountain, it took less than 15 minutes to reach the summit.
Around the time when Yeonjeokha finished the practice of Gucheonseibeop, a chuckle was heard from below.
Now it seems that the old sim is climbing the mountain.
The regular sound of footsteps stopped at the crooked ridge below.
Soon after, 'Huh! Huh!
'Anyway, it's noisy.'
The rivalry that shook his head passed to the Gucheon Gugum.
Even though he did not carry his history and unfolded purely with muscular strength, his sword wind was sharpened.
I sat cross-legged on a rock where I relaxed with the Gucheonsaebeop and the Gucheongu sword.
And he slowly recalled the rules of the Cheondungeom.
Still, Oh Ui (奧義) could not be caught as if he could be caught.
'It's a Cheondun Sword.'
Literally, it means ‘hid a sword in the sky’.
'Oh no way.'
What kind of sword are you hiding in the sky?
Taoist immortals make so many noises that it is impossible to know what is true.
Obviously, the Cheondun Sword is also a metaphor for something.
Even so, he raised his head and looked up at the sky, just in case.
Fluffy clouds float in the blue sky.
'It doesn't mean that cloud will become a sword, right?'
Piercing it with a cloud and cutting it would only make it tickle more.
While thinking so, he reached out his hand to the cloud involuntarily.
And he habitually recalled the structure of the Cheondun Sword.
Again, the clouds were the same.
“Sheesh! shit. What are you hiding?”
The frustrated rivals nervously stood up from their seats.
One after another, I kicked off the ground and jumped up with the feeling of becoming what I was meant to be.
Dig-.
He raised the index finger of his right hand to the sky and shouted out loud.
“Cheondun Sword!”
Because of the use of aerodynamic power, the body of the serial enemy flew up to 10 pieces (approximately 30 meters).
It's like trying to pick a star from the sky.
Yeonjeokha's eyes were blazing with fire.
It seemed that if I climbed a little more, I could reach the clouds with my hand.
If Lu Dongbin hid the Tien Dun Sword in the sky, I will find it with my own hands!
However, his body could not rise further and stopped.
His body, trembling with gritted teeth, soon fell down.
Before reaching the ground, he unfolded the Guryong Bunsin (Nine Dragons).
It is an application of the Gucheonsebeop that moves in the air.
In an instant, his body slowly circled and descended softly like his feathers.
Old sim rushed towards Yeon Jeok-ha, who was standing idly with a despondent face.
“Gongja? Did you finally succeed?”
"What?"
Yeonjeokha looked back at his old sim with a tired face.
Old sim narrowed his eyes and said.
“Didn't you just shout loudly that it was the Thunder Sword? I was surprised by the sound and saw that Confucius was ascending to heaven. Of course, I thought that Confucius had mastered the Cheondun Sword, didn't he?”
“I shouted because I was frustrated.”
“Oops! If you answer twice, I'll make a big deal out of it. If it sounds like that, I think Cheonjimaeng would have heard it.”
“Can’t I make my own noise in the mountains?”
"It's possible, but soon the masters of the world may come. know what happened The shouting should have been louder than usual.”
“I don’t know. Come or not.”
It's when the jeok-ha is grumbling.
The sound of footsteps under the mountain was really loud, as if the masters of the Chunjimaeng were flocking.
The couple standing with a grouchy face jumped down the valley. He didn't want to give people a lame explanation, so he left in a hurry.
The old sim of seeing the flying drop like a single bird jumped down as well.
Shortly after the two disappeared, dozens of Cheonjimaeng patrols appeared at the top.
It was a police force led by Taeeul Merchant Taeeul, an elder of the Jeomchang faction, Taesangjang, and Mumu, Jinin, an elder of the Jeonjin faction.
Mumu Jinin looked around with the eyes of a hawk.
But I didn't see anything suspicious.
“Huh, great. I could definitely hear a sound that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.”
At that time, a member of the surveillance team, a non-partisan elder, Cheonseong Dosa, inadvertently looked up at the sky and shouted.
“Huh! What is that?”
The mouths of the guards who turned their heads to the direction he pointed to widened.
A cloud in the shape of a giant sword floated in the blue sky.
Mumu Jin-in, who had been staring blankly, approached the Tae-eul merchant.
“Merchant, what do you think of that?”
“Isn’t it a sword-shaped cloud?”
“Yes, yes, but among the many shapes, why is it a sword? Do you have any guesses?”
"well. The frequency is also surprising. But for now, it's just nature's harmony... … . No matter how skilled you are, you can’t artificially create something like that.”
At his words, Mumujinin nodded his head.
The size of the cloud was large enough to cover a village, so it wasn't man-made.
Even so, a sword-shaped cloud followed by a sound that shook the heavens and the earth?
It didn't make sense to go on like this.
“Isn’t there a relationship between a sound so loud that it echoes all over the world and that cloud?”
“I think finding out who made the noise is a more serious problem than that. Connecting even the cloud with that person seems like an excessive leap.”
The Taeeul merchant thought the sword-shaped cloud was a natural phenomenon.
No matter how you think about it, it is because it is not something that can be done by human effort.
“As expected, is that so? It seems that Bindo’s imagination went a little too far.”
Even if he was a famous cult leader, he would not be able to do such a thing.
The celestial guru who watched the conversation between the two said.
“Jinin, the house at the bottom of the mountain is the residence of Confucius Yeon. The person screaming may have had a relationship with him.”
"hmm! I guess If so, let's meet him and find out what happened.”
Taeeul Merchant and Mumu Jinin's guards looked around once again and hurriedly descended.
***
East Sapain Residential Area.
In the guest room of a fairly large house, three middle-aged men sat with their heads together.
Gwiyeongjagun and Hyolcheonjingun, who are members of the Twelve Horses Army, and Haksan Sanchae Chaeju Sisanma are also Hyukmuchun.
Ghosts sighed after emptying their drinking cups.
" Total Patrol! What should I do with that son of a bitch? Cub.”
After becoming a disciple of the head chef and earning the name of the Twelve Demons, he lived looking down on the world.
To him, the work in Cheonjimaeng was so disgraceful that he wanted to kill himself by biting his tongue.
“Sahyung, he won’t last long anyway. Be patient. Even the head of the household knows how strong the famous religion is. There's not much left to wipe the backs of the rightists.”
“What is the intention of the general manager?”
“People around me keep saying, ‘We have to compromise with the famous religion at any cost. The famous religious leader has already reached the point of legend, so the head of the household is not going to prolong the fight.”
“Are you saying you still don’t know?”
“Still, it is clear that you do not have lingering feelings for Cheonjimaeng. The head of the household knows that we are putting a line on the famous bridge. Still, do you have anything else to say? You condone that.”
"hmm! connivance.”
“All under heaven will be reorganized around famous religions. The era of the Chilpamun is over. Aren’t the Murim Sega already in disarray?”
“I have no interest in those assholes. All you need to do is kill the bloody jeok-ha and the old sim, these damn bastards.”
“Before that, we have to educate the idiots who support them. That way, even later, when you hand them over to a famous church, you won't be able to say anything.”
"How?"
“How would you like to show the owners of Yeonjeokha and their shimtong?”
"Puppetry?"
“Yes, it seems like they are acting like knights these days. If we show what true greening is, the owners of the households will also change their minds.”
“How do you show that?”
“Let’s properly reverse the Giru saying that shimtong is a regular customer. When greenery covers the red and blue did you play? It's greenery that makes even a woman's daughter fall for herself.”
“Grunt… … .”
Gwi Young-ja-kun didn't dare to say that.
He couldn't say it openly, but he honestly showed his shimtong and his love interest.
As he hesitated, Hsu Tianjin continued to seduce him.
“Isn’t it enough if we don’t step out ourselves? All you have to do is ask the fool who reveals the color.”
“Is there such a person?”
“Is there? The placenta of Green Forest is such a bastard. Hyuk Chae-joo, who would you prefer?”
Hyukmu-chun, who was still at rest, was brought in by Hyeol Cheonjin-gun.
“Chaeju Blood Seahorse of Jeongju Hwangryongsuichae Jeokmuin is just such a guy. Even on the road, if your lower leg gets stiff, you will drag any woman along.”
Hyukmu-chun answered without delay.
Where is he, only an enemy soldier!
He himself usually does that too.
Again this time, if the opponent hadn't been for simtong, he would have stepped out to do it for me.
Finally, the ghost said in a gloomy tone.
"Good. Let's show you what greenery is. Send the jeok-ha to Giru and let them enjoy themselves. In particular, I recommend you to taste the year of Wol-ah. Ha ha ha!”
Returnee-kun seemed to be happy just thinking about it, and he shook his shoulders and smiled.
He takes revenge on Shen Tong, and makes even the husbands and rivals antagonize each other, killing two birds with one stone.
