Chapter 317 - Is it like the tip of a spear? Is it like a bamboo leaf?
Jegal Seung-woon, a mysterious investigator, knew one thing through the hesitant attitude of the poisonous spirit and Yang So-ran. It was that the famous people wanted an end to the war as much as the Chunjimaeng.
A fierce battle of nerves broke out between the negotiating teams on both sides over the expected end of the war.
Yang So-ran sat across from Jegal Seung-un again.
Both of them just stared into each other's eyes.
As Jegal Seung-un's silence grew longer, Yang So-ran opened her mouth with a displeased face.
“Aren’t you silent after grabbing the person who is about to leave?”
“Don’t you know Yang Roh Tae-tae? The pride and stubbornness of the people of Chilpamun and the four generations. It's not to go against the famous religion, but it won't accept the constraint of a hundred years.”
“At this rate, the Chilpa clan and the four generations will not be able to escape extinction. I'm not asking them to pay for it. I mean, don't go against famous churches. If you refuse to do so, do you mean continuing the war?”
“Haha, it can’t be. But think about it. In strongholds, there are often fights even between the bones. Don't do it with a single knife. You can't decide. even for a hundred years. On the other hand, can you promise that even in the famous religion, you will not be hostile to the Chilpa sect and the four major generations for a hundred years?”
Yang So-ran sneered at Jegal Seung-woon's counter-proposal.
"Our school has no history of being touched first, whether it be a political faction or a sect. did you forget It was the same 30 years ago, but this time too, the Justice alliance touched it first.”
“… … .”
Jegal Seung-un was at a loss for words.
He spoke at the level of Yeokjisaji (易地思之), but it feels like he couldn't even get his money's worth.
Yang So-ran said coldly.
“You cannot subtract a single day from a hundred years. Decide.”
“Life is something you don’t know even a day ahead, so how can you promise a hundred years?”
Jegal Seung-woon did not back down either.
In a situation where famous people want to end the war anyway, there is no reason to do so.
“Can I take that as a sign of continuing the war?”
There was life in Yang So-ran's eyes.
It was such a look that you could see his blood depending on the other person's answer.
In an instant, the five twelve horsemen to her left and right poured out their lives.
'omg!'
The dry saliva flowed down the throat of Han Baek-sang, the small sword of the wall checkpoint, and the small sword.
If the negotiations went wrong, the negotiators would be annihilated.
Next to him were Gongsonga and Paengga's head family, but their opponents were the twelve horse soldiers.
'I've been following you for no reason. I wasn't participating in the negotiating team... … .’
I regret that I accepted the musketeer's offer, thinking that I am a good man now.
If I had known it was such a dangerous position, I would have refused.
He glanced at Ascension Gate Munju Ilgeomcheon Magon.
Margon also had a white face.
'ha! Songchungi has to live on pine needles... … .’
Blinded by the interests of Nam Jik-rye-seong, he came to the place where he would die!
Han Baek-sang lamented his foolishness and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
On the other hand, Jegal Seung-un knew that the time had come for him to compete with Geon-Gon.
'Are you serious? Or is it bravado?'
If that killing was sincere, the negotiators would all die here.
But when it comes to bravado, the words are different.
If you go beyond that, the negotiating team will be able to raise the best major.
Jegal Seung-woon suffered from Yang So-ran's death with his body.
It was the first crossroads between life and death since the war against famous religions began.
Looking at Gongson Illang, Gong Son Gi, and Byeokgyeok Do Paeng Man Ho on the left and right, it was clear that they were nervous.
'It's not easy to maintain composure in the midst of the killing spree of the Twelve Horsemen... … . What is it?'
I knew that negotiations would be a thorny road.
Isn't it the choice of whether or not to submit to the famous religion of the chilpa family and the four generations for a hundred years?
Even famous schools would not want to miss this opportunity.
'Is there any way to satisfy both sides?'
Jegal Seung-un devised an appropriate compromise.
Jegalga was just a small sickhouse on the outskirts, so it was freer than Chilpa family or the four generations.
But there can be no such thing.
Chilpamun and the four generations would not tolerate it even for a single day.
Rather, they hoped to get rid of the conditions for famous schools through negotiations to end the war.
He would think that granting that wish was the musketeer's reason for being.
I didn't say anything like that, but the atmosphere was like that.
In the current situation, if he can't play his part, there will be no place for Zhuge Ga.
Jegal Seung-woon's silence lengthened, but Yang So-ran didn't bother anymore.
After a while, Jegal Seung-un's mouth opened.
“The League of Heaven and Earth does not want war.”
The corners of Yang So-ran's mouth rose slightly.
In the end, it seems that Musanangrang and Lee Maehwa will get what they want.
“However, it is difficult to accept the condition of not opposing the famous religion for a hundred years.”
"what! Are you saying that now? Otherwise, it's just war!”
Unable to contain his anger, Yang So-ran screamed.
The more Yang So-ran jumped, the more Jegal Seung-woon's eyes calmed down.
'As expected, that was bravado!'
Yang So-ran was feasting on words, not swords.
He continued to live, but Jegal Seung-un took it as intimidation, not intent to kill.
‘Yeah, say whatever you like. Dogs that bark by nature don't bite.'
Jegal Seung-un heard Yang So-ran's words with one ear and let out.
'Anyway, what happened to the famous church makes it want to end the war?'
It seemed that a breakthrough would be seen if only that was known.
Yang So-ran, who had been nagging like a storm, rose from his seat.
“I’m tired of saying the same thing over and over again. Go ahead and tell me clearly. The war will continue unless the chilpamun and the four generations change their minds.”
After those words, Yang Soran and the twelve horsemen left Pungwolru.
Han Baek-sang and Magon, who had risen awkwardly, sat down on their chairs.
They were so nervous that their clothes were soaking wet.
Afterwards, Jegal Seung-un, Gong Son-ki, and Paeng Man-ho sat quietly.
Gongsunki took the luck.
“Hey, what a strange thing. I thought he would kill himself any moment, but he went away quietly.”
Jegal Seungwoon said calmly.
“They want it just as much as we want it to end.”
"Why do you want to quit a fight you've already won?"
“I don't know that. If you know that, you will be able to negotiate in a better position.”
Paeng Man-ho asked with a half-confident face.
“Do you really see that in your eyes?”
Gongsonga was as resourceful as Zhugega, famous for sick leave.
It is for this reason that Jegal Seung-un included Gong Son-ki in the negotiating team.
Gongsun Qi answered first.
“The brutality of the Twelve Horsemen's hands is already widely known. If there was a will for war, the moment the musketeer refused, it would have been four months. However, even as he raised his voice, he kept his seat in the end. It is clear that they want to stop the war.”
“The Gongson family saw it right away. Readers will know we noticed that. We may come up with different terms in the next negotiations.”
“Did you say you would come out with different conditions?”
Pang Man-ho narrowed his eyes.
I couldn't listen to him for even a hundred years, but I was staggered that he had another condition.
“Since the Cheonji League rejected their conditions, they will come out with something else suitable. Isn't it their first victory in 30 years? You just don't want to let go.”
“What conditions do you think you will offer?”
"well. I guess I'll have to go back and think about that.”
Jegal Seungwoon did not answer.
He planned to secretly send people to famous schools to coordinate behind the scenes.
It was a losing battle anyway, so I had to listen to their demands.
'I have to fit that condition into what I want.'
The advantages of working behind the scenes are there.
If you have to give something away anyway, it's better to give the hand you want to discard.
Whatever it is.
***
The first negotiations ended in failure.
The negotiating team reported without hesitation the meeting with famous believers.
On the other hand, the process of negotiations was known through the mouths of escort warriors.
Only then did the warlords realize that the negotiations were not going smoothly.
Even the negotiation team is risking their lives to do it.
Although the negotiations failed, the negotiating team's position was indescribably solidified.
At such a time, Namgung-yeon went to visit the Cheonji-maeng Maengju Mugeuk Merchant.
It was the afternoon of a sunny day, the day before the second round of negotiations.
“It’s the Gunsan silver acupuncture that Bindo enjoys drinking these days.”
The Mugeuk merchant poured hot water into Namgoongyeon's teacup.
The tea leaves that floated to the top gradually sank as time passed.
“The shape of the car is like a spear, or like a bamboo leaf. How does Sojeo look? Is this like the tip of a spear? Or is it like a bamboo leaf?”
Namgoongyeon, who had been quietly looking down at the teacup, raised her head.
Her martial artist stared at her with her meaningful eyes.
The moment she saw the deeply sunken Maengju's gaze, Namgungyeon recognized it.
'Did you know what the musketeer did?'
Haha, everything in the world is in the hands of the leader, but it's even weirder if you don't know.
If the musketeer secretly commanded ten, the leader commanded a hundred.
As the tea leaves sank, Namgoongyeon slowly picked up the teacup.
Her scent was clear, but her heart was heavy.
“Is there a reason you gave me the Gunsan silver acupuncture needle?”
“As expected. With a junior like Sojeo, Kangho’s future will be bright.”
“Tell me.”
“Look at the tea leaves. It's like the tip of a spear, and it's like a bamboo leaf. I was sharp as a spearhead. I broke anything against my will.”
"Does that sound like it's not now?"
A bitter smile crept across Namgungyeon lips.
She spoke of the past as a thing of the past, when a righteous man lived sharp as a spear.
“Rather than that, it would be more accurate to say that I have become a person who knows how to wait patiently.”
“Are you patiently waiting?”
“Are you familiar with bamboo?”
Namgungyeon did not answer.
When a bamboo seed is planted in the ground, it takes three years to sprout.
Even then, for two years, it does not grow well above the ground because it spreads its roots underground.
And finally, when it is 5 years old, it grows terribly by two feet (about 60 cm) a day.
It seems that Mugeuk Merchant wanted to compare his perseverance to bamboo.
“Since the Cheonji League was established, it’s been less than a year. But it is in danger of being cut off before it even takes root.”
“What kind of roots do you want to plant in Gangho, Lord?”
Along with her words, Namgung-yeon put materials related to Jegal Seung-un on the table.
The Merchant's eyes passed over the seal.
For an instant, his eyes fluttered.
The past, which has lived without compromise with injustice, has touched a conscience that has become dull with time.
But then he shook his head.
In the negotiating team, not only the heavenly alliance, but also the fate of the factional coalition that will be established in the future depends on it.
Musketeers are the core of the negotiating team.
You can't bring him down except for some kind of misconduct.
No, even if there was such an affair, I had to embrace it now.
Moreover, it is absurd to reveal the disgrace of a musketeer when the orthodox faction is in the same fence.
'I can't kill a musketeer with the lives of just one female idol and two thieves.'
Greening, as well as Chilpamun and representatives of the four generations, will rise up.
Even the Sword King Namgung Byeok wouldn’t be happy with it.
However, it is not possible to just bury the issue raised by Empress yeon.
After thinking about it, the Mugeuk merchant opened his mouth.
“I will discuss this matter with the Sword King and the head of the family. Would that be the answer?”
Chapter 317 - Is it like the tip of a spear? Is it like a bamboo leaf?
Jegal Seung-woon, a mysterious investigator, knew one thing through the hesitant attitude of the poisonous spirit and Yang So-ran. It was that the famous people wanted an end to the war as much as the Chunjimaeng.
A fierce battle of nerves broke out between the negotiating teams on both sides over the expected end of the war.
Yang So-ran sat across from Jegal Seung-un again.
Both of them just stared into each other's eyes.
As Jegal Seung-un's silence grew longer, Yang So-ran opened her mouth with a displeased face.
“Aren’t you silent after grabbing the person who is about to leave?”
“Don’t you know Yang Roh Tae-tae? The pride and stubbornness of the people of Chilpamun and the four generations. It's not to go against the famous religion, but it won't accept the constraint of a hundred years.”
“At this rate, the Chilpa clan and the four generations will not be able to escape extinction. I'm not asking them to pay for it. I mean, don't go against famous churches. If you refuse to do so, do you mean continuing the war?”
“Haha, it can’t be. But think about it. In strongholds, there are often fights even between the bones. Don't do it with a single knife. You can't decide. even for a hundred years. On the other hand, can you promise that even in the famous religion, you will not be hostile to the Chilpa sect and the four major generations for a hundred years?”
Yang So-ran sneered at Jegal Seung-woon's counter-proposal.
"Our school has no history of being touched first, whether it be a political faction or a sect. did you forget It was the same 30 years ago, but this time too, the Justice alliance touched it first.”
“… … .”
Jegal Seung-un was at a loss for words.
He spoke at the level of Yeokjisaji (易地思之), but it feels like he couldn't even get his money's worth.
Yang So-ran said coldly.
“You cannot subtract a single day from a hundred years. Decide.”
“Life is something you don’t know even a day ahead, so how can you promise a hundred years?”
Jegal Seung-woon did not back down either.
In a situation where famous people want to end the war anyway, there is no reason to do so.
“Can I take that as a sign of continuing the war?”
There was life in Yang So-ran's eyes.
It was such a look that you could see his blood depending on the other person's answer.
In an instant, the five twelve horsemen to her left and right poured out their lives.
'omg!'
The dry saliva flowed down the throat of Han Baek-sang, the small sword of the wall checkpoint, and the small sword.
If the negotiations went wrong, the negotiators would be annihilated.
Next to him were Gongsonga and Paengga's head family, but their opponents were the twelve horse soldiers.
'I've been following you for no reason. I wasn't participating in the negotiating team... … .’
I regret that I accepted the musketeer's offer, thinking that I am a good man now.
If I had known it was such a dangerous position, I would have refused.
He glanced at Ascension Gate Munju Ilgeomcheon Magon.
Margon also had a white face.
'ha! Songchungi has to live on pine needles... … .’
Blinded by the interests of Nam Jik-rye-seong, he came to the place where he would die!
Han Baek-sang lamented his foolishness and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
On the other hand, Jegal Seung-un knew that the time had come for him to compete with Geon-Gon.
'Are you serious? Or is it bravado?'
If that killing was sincere, the negotiators would all die here.
But when it comes to bravado, the words are different.
If you go beyond that, the negotiating team will be able to raise the best major.
Jegal Seung-woon suffered from Yang So-ran's death with his body.
It was the first crossroads between life and death since the war against famous religions began.
Looking at Gongson Illang, Gong Son Gi, and Byeokgyeok Do Paeng Man Ho on the left and right, it was clear that they were nervous.
'It's not easy to maintain composure in the midst of the killing spree of the Twelve Horsemen... … . What is it?'
I knew that negotiations would be a thorny road.
Isn't it the choice of whether or not to submit to the famous religion of the chilpa family and the four generations for a hundred years?
Even famous schools would not want to miss this opportunity.
'Is there any way to satisfy both sides?'
Jegal Seung-un devised an appropriate compromise.
Jegalga was just a small sickhouse on the outskirts, so it was freer than Chilpa family or the four generations.
But there can be no such thing.
Chilpamun and the four generations would not tolerate it even for a single day.
Rather, they hoped to get rid of the conditions for famous schools through negotiations to end the war.
He would think that granting that wish was the musketeer's reason for being.
I didn't say anything like that, but the atmosphere was like that.
In the current situation, if he can't play his part, there will be no place for Zhuge Ga.
Jegal Seung-woon's silence lengthened, but Yang So-ran didn't bother anymore.
After a while, Jegal Seung-un's mouth opened.
“The League of Heaven and Earth does not want war.”
The corners of Yang So-ran's mouth rose slightly.
In the end, it seems that Musanangrang and Lee Maehwa will get what they want.
“However, it is difficult to accept the condition of not opposing the famous religion for a hundred years.”
"what! Are you saying that now? Otherwise, it's just war!”
Unable to contain his anger, Yang So-ran screamed.
The more Yang So-ran jumped, the more Jegal Seung-woon's eyes calmed down.
'As expected, that was bravado!'
Yang So-ran was feasting on words, not swords.
He continued to live, but Jegal Seung-un took it as intimidation, not intent to kill.
‘Yeah, say whatever you like. Dogs that bark by nature don't bite.'
Jegal Seung-un heard Yang So-ran's words with one ear and let out.
'Anyway, what happened to the famous church makes it want to end the war?'
It seemed that a breakthrough would be seen if only that was known.
Yang So-ran, who had been nagging like a storm, rose from his seat.
“I’m tired of saying the same thing over and over again. Go ahead and tell me clearly. The war will continue unless the chilpamun and the four generations change their minds.”
After those words, Yang Soran and the twelve horsemen left Pungwolru.
Han Baek-sang and Magon, who had risen awkwardly, sat down on their chairs.
They were so nervous that their clothes were soaking wet.
Afterwards, Jegal Seung-un, Gong Son-ki, and Paeng Man-ho sat quietly.
Gongsunki took the luck.
“Hey, what a strange thing. I thought he would kill himself any moment, but he went away quietly.”
Jegal Seungwoon said calmly.
“They want it just as much as we want it to end.”
"Why do you want to quit a fight you've already won?"
“I don't know that. If you know that, you will be able to negotiate in a better position.”
Paeng Man-ho asked with a half-confident face.
“Do you really see that in your eyes?”
Gongsonga was as resourceful as Zhugega, famous for sick leave.
It is for this reason that Jegal Seung-un included Gong Son-ki in the negotiating team.
Gongsun Qi answered first.
“The brutality of the Twelve Horsemen's hands is already widely known. If there was a will for war, the moment the musketeer refused, it would have been four months. However, even as he raised his voice, he kept his seat in the end. It is clear that they want to stop the war.”
“The Gongson family saw it right away. Readers will know we noticed that. We may come up with different terms in the next negotiations.”
“Did you say you would come out with different conditions?”
Pang Man-ho narrowed his eyes.
I couldn't listen to him for even a hundred years, but I was staggered that he had another condition.
“Since the Cheonji League rejected their conditions, they will come out with something else suitable. Isn't it their first victory in 30 years? You just don't want to let go.”
“What conditions do you think you will offer?”
"well. I guess I'll have to go back and think about that.”
Jegal Seungwoon did not answer.
He planned to secretly send people to famous schools to coordinate behind the scenes.
It was a losing battle anyway, so I had to listen to their demands.
'I have to fit that condition into what I want.'
The advantages of working behind the scenes are there.
If you have to give something away anyway, it's better to give the hand you want to discard.
Whatever it is.
***
The first negotiations ended in failure.
The negotiating team reported without hesitation the meeting with famous believers.
On the other hand, the process of negotiations was known through the mouths of escort warriors.
Only then did the warlords realize that the negotiations were not going smoothly.
Even the negotiation team is risking their lives to do it.
Although the negotiations failed, the negotiating team's position was indescribably solidified.
At such a time, Namgung-yeon went to visit the Cheonji-maeng Maengju Mugeuk Merchant.
It was the afternoon of a sunny day, the day before the second round of negotiations.
“It’s the Gunsan silver acupuncture that Bindo enjoys drinking these days.”
The Mugeuk merchant poured hot water into Namgoongyeon's teacup.
The tea leaves that floated to the top gradually sank as time passed.
“The shape of the car is like a spear, or like a bamboo leaf. How does Sojeo look? Is this like the tip of a spear? Or is it like a bamboo leaf?”
Namgoongyeon, who had been quietly looking down at the teacup, raised her head.
Her martial artist stared at her with her meaningful eyes.
The moment she saw the deeply sunken Maengju's gaze, Namgungyeon recognized it.
'Did you know what the musketeer did?'
Haha, everything in the world is in the hands of the leader, but it's even weirder if you don't know.
If the musketeer secretly commanded ten, the leader commanded a hundred.
As the tea leaves sank, Namgoongyeon slowly picked up the teacup.
Her scent was clear, but her heart was heavy.
“Is there a reason you gave me the Gunsan silver acupuncture needle?”
“As expected. With a junior like Sojeo, Kangho’s future will be bright.”
“Tell me.”
“Look at the tea leaves. It's like the tip of a spear, and it's like a bamboo leaf. I was sharp as a spearhead. I broke anything against my will.”
"Does that sound like it's not now?"
A bitter smile crept across Namgungyeon lips.
She spoke of the past as a thing of the past, when a righteous man lived sharp as a spear.
“Rather than that, it would be more accurate to say that I have become a person who knows how to wait patiently.”
“Are you patiently waiting?”
“Are you familiar with bamboo?”
Namgungyeon did not answer.
When a bamboo seed is planted in the ground, it takes three years to sprout.
Even then, for two years, it does not grow well above the ground because it spreads its roots underground.
And finally, when it is 5 years old, it grows terribly by two feet (about 60 cm) a day.
It seems that Mugeuk Merchant wanted to compare his perseverance to bamboo.
“Since the Cheonji League was established, it’s been less than a year. But it is in danger of being cut off before it even takes root.”
“What kind of roots do you want to plant in Gangho, Lord?”
Along with her words, Namgung-yeon put materials related to Jegal Seung-un on the table.
The Merchant's eyes passed over the seal.
For an instant, his eyes fluttered.
The past, which has lived without compromise with injustice, has touched a conscience that has become dull with time.
But then he shook his head.
In the negotiating team, not only the heavenly alliance, but also the fate of the factional coalition that will be established in the future depends on it.
Musketeers are the core of the negotiating team.
You can't bring him down except for some kind of misconduct.
No, even if there was such an affair, I had to embrace it now.
Moreover, it is absurd to reveal the disgrace of a musketeer when the orthodox faction is in the same fence.
'I can't kill a musketeer with the lives of just one female idol and two thieves.'
Greening, as well as Chilpamun and representatives of the four generations, will rise up.
Even the Sword King Namgung Byeok wouldn’t be happy with it.
However, it is not possible to just bury the issue raised by Empress yeon.
After thinking about it, the Mugeuk merchant opened his mouth.
“I will discuss this matter with the Sword King and the head of the family. Would that be the answer?”
