"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
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Chapter 326 - You can go back to Jaffa
Spectators filled the Guando to watch the negotiations between Cheonjimaeng and Yumyeonggyo.
When the passageway was blocked, the warriors of the escort ran to Jegal Seung-un.
Samapyeong, the owner of Musou, asked.
“Sir, the road was blocked by onlookers from all over the place. What to do with them?”
“Just leave it alone. Being crowded isn't all that bad.”
"All right."
Sima Ping tilted his head and retreated with the escort.
A quiet voice flowed from Gongson Ilang Gongson Ki's mouth.
“Hmm, it’s a human tent… … .”
“Don’t you say that everything is fine? There's no way there's no smoke coming out of the chimney. If there are so many people, it will be difficult for famous people to draw their swords carelessly.”
A chill like frost flashed in Jegal Seungwoon's eyes.
He was a cold-hearted strategist who regarded ordinary onlookers as his shield.
***
It was at the beginning of five o'clock (11:00 a.m.) when the 300 or so masters of Cheonjimaeng arrived at Baekmasa Temple.
Even though the masters of the Cheonjimaeng entered the front yard, the masters of famous schools did not even show their noses.
Even the famous religious leaders who usually frequented it were vague.
A light commotion broke out among the masters of the Cheonjimaeng.
There were also people who came to Luoyang and talked about rumours they encountered.
Merchant Mugeuk, the leader of the Cheonjimaeng, approached Jegal Seung-un.
“What is this? I can't see the famous bridge, so I'm sure you misunderstood the date of the negotiations, right?”
“It can’t be. They will take the time to show off their victory.”
“Are you making us wait?”
“Even the imperial family welcomed the end of the war. Now I can't bite even if I try to bite. They also want to end the war, so just wait.”
“The rumours I heard in Luoyang made the warlords anxious. Is it okay to just wait like this... … .”
The Mugeuk Merchant looked at Jegal Seung-un with half-doubt.
The status of the musketeer was different from the past, and his words were not as weighty as before.
Jegal Seung-un knew that the leader was anxious, but he had no choice.
Now that he had come as far as the White Horse, he had to hope that famous religious leaders would come to the negotiations.
The green swordsmen are as anxious as the sect masters.
It is said that the famous religion is friendly towards Sapa, but now that it is tied to the political faction, it is not safe.
The thieves stretched their necks and listened to the movement inside the white horse.
Unlike those Noklimdos, Yeonjeokha was carefree.
It's because they know the inside story of famous schools.
He sat in the shade under the pavilion and sipped fragrant wine from Luoyang.
“Old Shim, did you say that the taste of alcohol improves when you hear proper gold music?”
“It was.”
“What was it? Can't you see I'm drinking right now?"
"You're not telling me to play gold right here, are you?"
"why? Can't we play at the temple?”
"There's nothing that can't be done, but isn't that the mood? Everyone is raising their eyebrows... … .”
“Tsk! I know one, I don't know the other. The more you do, the more you have to make the atmosphere softer.”
“Should Confucius take responsibility?”
"I'm going to listen to some kind of gold performance. Is it luck?"
“Confucius, is this a normal seat? I am saying this because political parties and famous churches may regard it with respect.”
“What do you value famous religious people when you can’t even see them? Besides, I heard that strong men like this kind of thing?”
"It's like that when you're having fun. So, take responsibility. It should be banned.”
"yes."
“Try to play some music for Confucius.”
With a puzzled face on Geum-ah, Gu Cheon-no also looked at her old sim and Yeonjeok-ha alternately.
It's hard to stay still with the momentum that orthodox masters exude, so why play?
However, it was difficult to disobey the words of the teacher and the founder.
Geum-ah, who was hesitant, undid the gold she was holding and settled down under the eaves of the palace hall.
tying. ding... … .
It is a song called ‘Bongguhwang’ written by Sama Bier for Takmugun.
Geum Ah, who worked at Giru, naturally knew many of her songs about love between a man and a woman, and she enjoyed playing them.
Wolah, who was excited by her performance of Geumah, quietly sang ‘Bonggu Hwang’.
She even closed her eyes and fell in love with the girls playing and singing.
The masters of the orthodox faction frowned at the gold and singing voices that did not match the time and place.
However, no one dared to go and argue with Yeon Jeok-ha.
Half an hour (an hour) passed like that.
It's when some people can't stand it and grumble that we should just go back.
Suddenly, about 600 famous religious leaders poured out from the inside.
The orthodox masters, who were agitated by the overwhelming number, kept their mouths shut.
He realized the inferiority of Cheonji-maeng in front of famous religious leaders twice as many.
After a while, the poisonous demon, Yang So-ran, and seven Baekdu demon soldiers moved to the nearby Great Buddha Hall.
The leader of the Cheonjimaeng and Musketeers, the representative of the Chilpamun and the four generations, followed by the Six Horse Army.
The meeting was over in an hour (15 minutes).
The end of the long and devastating war was so simple.
After completing the agreement, the Baekduma forces and the representatives of the political faction came out of the Great Buddha Hall.
Honsei Swordsman Cheok Jin-gyeong, who was in the lead, turned his gaze to one side.
'What is the sound of gold in the temple?'
A young man, an old man, and two little girls were drinking.
“What are those?”
Yang So-ran quickly answered Cheok Jin-gyeong’s question.
“Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no are also heartaches.”
"crazy. How dare you say that this is where you are.”
However, Cheok Jin-gyeong soon reaped his life.
It's because I don't want to cause a dispute with greening in the yard where the war is over.
Besides, fighting Green Forest in front of those who follow the leader would only cost him himself.
Their enemies would no longer be the Cheonjimaeng, but the apostates.
Cheok Jin-gyeong, Akbul Bangcheongak, Jeokwol Gongchwisan, and Honcheon Blood Ghost Kang Sang-pi first moved toward Daeungjeon.
Ung Jae-gwi, the god of welcome, Lee Mae-hwa, Musan Nang-rang, and Wolhaseon-ja followed them at a little distance.
As the Baekdu Horse Army disappeared, the Twelve Horsemen and the famous Christians also retreated inside like the ebb tide.
The eyes of the masters of the orthodox faction turned to the leader, the Mugeuk Merchant.
After saying a few words to the musketeer, the martial arts merchant climbed the stairs in front of the Great Buddha Hall.
“Today, we signed an agreement to stop the war with the famous Baekduma forces. After this time, the Cheonji League will be disbanded. Chilpilmun, the four generations, and the political faction clans and heroes of Green Forest, thank you for your hard work. We will not forget your hard work. You may return to Jaffa now. thank you."
The Mugeuk Merchant raised an example of gongsu (greeting with both hands together) to the warlords.
Representatives of Chilpilmun and the four generations also bowed their heads toward the Mugeuk merchants and warlords.
After the greeting, Chilpamun and the masters of the four generations moved outside first.
The waves belonging to the political faction hurriedly left the white horse.
The green forest's chaeju and the six demons gathered around Yeonjeokha before leaving.
Ghost warriors greeted the group on behalf of the group.
“Tae Sang-ho, now we will go back to being alive. Thank you for your hard work.”
“What is suffering? go. Let's not see each other again.”
“Yes, no, I don’t mean that… … . Goodbye.”
Gwi Yeong-ja-gun, who hurriedly greeted them, left with the owners of the village.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was standing in the middle of nowhere and looking at the Jeongsa faction warlords, said with heartache.
“Should we go?”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Are you going to the Namyeon guesthouse in huawang Village?”
"Shouldn't that be the first thing?"
“Before going to the non-partisan faction, eat a hearty meal and go.”
“If the guesthouse does well, I’ll be able to eat greasy food to my heart’s content.”
“No, why is someone with a lot of money in his pocket worried about that?”
“I don’t have any money left if I add it to old Sim’s life.”
“Can you really help me?”
“When did you see me talking white?”
Then, the old sim lowered its head.
"thank you. Confucius. You can drink for free at our Juru for the rest of your life.”
“I’m not a person who likes freebies.”
“Oh, yes, yes, I know. Would you like it?”
A smile did not leave Simtong's excited face at the thought of setting up a juru.
It was when Yeon Jeok-ha and his party were about to leave the White Horse Temple.
Namgoongse, who had been waiting for me outside first, rushed to the crowd.
The first person to run was Cheongun Sword Namgungcheon.
"haha! This snarky guy! Are you in love with Yuna? Have you been cheating on me all this time?”
“Cow, are you cheating? Why do you say that my older brother is dull?”
“Oops! Who is this guy saying is dull?”
Namgungcheon stretched out her hand and tousled Yeonjeokha's hair.
While Namgungcheon was making a fuss while grabbing Yeonjeokha, Sword King Namgungbyeok approached.
"oh its jeokha."
"yes. Uncle.”
“I would like to discuss the marriage between you and Yeoni after the Namgung family is rebuilt. You will have to stay with the non-partisan faction for a while, so I think that would be better. What do you think?”
Yeonjeokha blushed at him and nodded his head.
“Yes, I will do as you say, Uncle.”
“Okay, go find them as soon as they come down from the shaman faction. Let's catch up on the road then.”
Namgung Byeok planned to preside over the wedding himself, since Yeonjeokha was no different from an orphan.
"yes."
When Yeon Jeok-ha agreed, Namgung Byeok turned around with a satisfied face.
Namgung-yeon, ashamed, only greeted her from a distance and followed her father.
“Who would you like?”
Yeon Jeok-ha asked at Namgungcheon's words.
“Isn’t there a Sojeo that hyung used to follow? What about Chang In-mun’s Jin So-ja?”
“How are you going home?”
“Isn’t it going well with Jean Souza?”
“I can’t. It's good to ride. It's not easy to meet because the distance is too far.”
“You can get married.”
“I have no intention of doing that until Namgung Sega regains her former majesty. I should also take the burden off her father's shoulders.”
“I respect you. older brother."
“Sheesh! what is respect As my father said, if you go to a shaman, learn how to use magic. Seeing the menacing eyes of Baekdu demon soldiers today made his heart terrify.”
"yes. I want you to go to a higher level, too.”
“Okay, I’ll try my best to become a big brother you wouldn’t be ashamed of. See you later then. Shim-senpai, please be healthy. Even cute girls learn hard.”
Namgung-cheon made eye contact with Yeon Jeok-ha and the others, greeted them, and then left.
Namgungcheon I muttered a heartache while watching.
“The blue cloud sword is also a different species. Namgung Sega’s Sogaju is as talkative as the women in her neighborhood, Won.”
Walla said with a hazy face.
“Still, I think you are a kind person. Seeing that you say good things to us as well.”
Not to be outdone by this, Geum Ah also helped out.
“Right, I wish all men would be like Confucius Namgung.”
Old sim at the praise of his disciples, and he cleared his throat.
“Hum! There are men like this and there are men like that. And it seems you don't know because you're still young, but the color demons are naturally friendly.”
“Tsk tsk! doing what you say So, are you saying my older brother is a sex horse?”
“Oops! Is the blue cloud sword a slut? I'm just saying don't be fooled by the friendly appearance. Even Confucius is not a kind person, is he? But if you go through... … .”
“If you try it?”
“Hehe, why is someone who already has an owner obsessed over such a reputation?”
"Whew! That Madou.”
Yeonjeokha, who shook his head, strode forward.
Right after the orthodox faction's masters left, famous religious masters poured out of the White Horse Temple.
As soon as they left the white horse, they split into north and south.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
paypal.me/Agustusfang
Chapter 326 - You can go back to Jaffa
Spectators filled the Guando to watch the negotiations between Cheonjimaeng and Yumyeonggyo.
When the passageway was blocked, the warriors of the escort ran to Jegal Seung-un.
Samapyeong, the owner of Musou, asked.
“Sir, the road was blocked by onlookers from all over the place. What to do with them?”
“Just leave it alone. Being crowded isn't all that bad.”
"All right."
Sima Ping tilted his head and retreated with the escort.
A quiet voice flowed from Gongson Ilang Gongson Ki's mouth.
“Hmm, it’s a human tent… … .”
“Don’t you say that everything is fine? There's no way there's no smoke coming out of the chimney. If there are so many people, it will be difficult for famous people to draw their swords carelessly.”
A chill like frost flashed in Jegal Seungwoon's eyes.
He was a cold-hearted strategist who regarded ordinary onlookers as his shield.
***
It was at the beginning of five o'clock (11:00 a.m.) when the 300 or so masters of Cheonjimaeng arrived at Baekmasa Temple.
Even though the masters of the Cheonjimaeng entered the front yard, the masters of famous schools did not even show their noses.
Even the famous religious leaders who usually frequented it were vague.
A light commotion broke out among the masters of the Cheonjimaeng.
There were also people who came to Luoyang and talked about rumours they encountered.
Merchant Mugeuk, the leader of the Cheonjimaeng, approached Jegal Seung-un.
“What is this? I can't see the famous bridge, so I'm sure you misunderstood the date of the negotiations, right?”
“It can’t be. They will take the time to show off their victory.”
“Are you making us wait?”
“Even the imperial family welcomed the end of the war. Now I can't bite even if I try to bite. They also want to end the war, so just wait.”
“The rumours I heard in Luoyang made the warlords anxious. Is it okay to just wait like this... … .”
The Mugeuk Merchant looked at Jegal Seung-un with half-doubt.
The status of the musketeer was different from the past, and his words were not as weighty as before.
Jegal Seung-un knew that the leader was anxious, but he had no choice.
Now that he had come as far as the White Horse, he had to hope that famous religious leaders would come to the negotiations.
The green swordsmen are as anxious as the sect masters.
It is said that the famous religion is friendly towards Sapa, but now that it is tied to the political faction, it is not safe.
The thieves stretched their necks and listened to the movement inside the white horse.
Unlike those Noklimdos, Yeonjeokha was carefree.
It's because they know the inside story of famous schools.
He sat in the shade under the pavilion and sipped fragrant wine from Luoyang.
“Old Shim, did you say that the taste of alcohol improves when you hear proper gold music?”
“It was.”
“What was it? Can't you see I'm drinking right now?"
"You're not telling me to play gold right here, are you?"
"why? Can't we play at the temple?”
"There's nothing that can't be done, but isn't that the mood? Everyone is raising their eyebrows... … .”
“Tsk! I know one, I don't know the other. The more you do, the more you have to make the atmosphere softer.”
“Should Confucius take responsibility?”
"I'm going to listen to some kind of gold performance. Is it luck?"
“Confucius, is this a normal seat? I am saying this because political parties and famous churches may regard it with respect.”
“What do you value famous religious people when you can’t even see them? Besides, I heard that strong men like this kind of thing?”
"It's like that when you're having fun. So, take responsibility. It should be banned.”
"yes."
“Try to play some music for Confucius.”
With a puzzled face on Geum-ah, Gu Cheon-no also looked at her old sim and Yeonjeok-ha alternately.
It's hard to stay still with the momentum that orthodox masters exude, so why play?
However, it was difficult to disobey the words of the teacher and the founder.
Geum-ah, who was hesitant, undid the gold she was holding and settled down under the eaves of the palace hall.
tying. ding... … .
It is a song called ‘Bongguhwang’ written by Sama Bier for Takmugun.
Geum Ah, who worked at Giru, naturally knew many of her songs about love between a man and a woman, and she enjoyed playing them.
Wolah, who was excited by her performance of Geumah, quietly sang ‘Bonggu Hwang’.
She even closed her eyes and fell in love with the girls playing and singing.
The masters of the orthodox faction frowned at the gold and singing voices that did not match the time and place.
However, no one dared to go and argue with Yeon Jeok-ha.
Half an hour (an hour) passed like that.
It's when some people can't stand it and grumble that we should just go back.
Suddenly, about 600 famous religious leaders poured out from the inside.
The orthodox masters, who were agitated by the overwhelming number, kept their mouths shut.
He realized the inferiority of Cheonji-maeng in front of famous religious leaders twice as many.
After a while, the poisonous demon, Yang So-ran, and seven Baekdu demon soldiers moved to the nearby Great Buddha Hall.
The leader of the Cheonjimaeng and Musketeers, the representative of the Chilpamun and the four generations, followed by the Six Horse Army.
The meeting was over in an hour (15 minutes).
The end of the long and devastating war was so simple.
After completing the agreement, the Baekduma forces and the representatives of the political faction came out of the Great Buddha Hall.
Honsei Swordsman Cheok Jin-gyeong, who was in the lead, turned his gaze to one side.
'What is the sound of gold in the temple?'
A young man, an old man, and two little girls were drinking.
“What are those?”
Yang So-ran quickly answered Cheok Jin-gyeong’s question.
“Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no are also heartaches.”
"crazy. How dare you say that this is where you are.”
However, Cheok Jin-gyeong soon reaped his life.
It's because I don't want to cause a dispute with greening in the yard where the war is over.
Besides, fighting Green Forest in front of those who follow the leader would only cost him himself.
Their enemies would no longer be the Cheonjimaeng, but the apostates.
Cheok Jin-gyeong, Akbul Bangcheongak, Jeokwol Gongchwisan, and Honcheon Blood Ghost Kang Sang-pi first moved toward Daeungjeon.
Ung Jae-gwi, the god of welcome, Lee Mae-hwa, Musan Nang-rang, and Wolhaseon-ja followed them at a little distance.
As the Baekdu Horse Army disappeared, the Twelve Horsemen and the famous Christians also retreated inside like the ebb tide.
The eyes of the masters of the orthodox faction turned to the leader, the Mugeuk Merchant.
After saying a few words to the musketeer, the martial arts merchant climbed the stairs in front of the Great Buddha Hall.
“Today, we signed an agreement to stop the war with the famous Baekduma forces. After this time, the Cheonji League will be disbanded. Chilpilmun, the four generations, and the political faction clans and heroes of Green Forest, thank you for your hard work. We will not forget your hard work. You may return to Jaffa now. thank you."
The Mugeuk Merchant raised an example of gongsu (greeting with both hands together) to the warlords.
Representatives of Chilpilmun and the four generations also bowed their heads toward the Mugeuk merchants and warlords.
After the greeting, Chilpamun and the masters of the four generations moved outside first.
The waves belonging to the political faction hurriedly left the white horse.
The green forest's chaeju and the six demons gathered around Yeonjeokha before leaving.
Ghost warriors greeted the group on behalf of the group.
“Tae Sang-ho, now we will go back to being alive. Thank you for your hard work.”
“What is suffering? go. Let's not see each other again.”
“Yes, no, I don’t mean that… … . Goodbye.”
Gwi Yeong-ja-gun, who hurriedly greeted them, left with the owners of the village.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was standing in the middle of nowhere and looking at the Jeongsa faction warlords, said with heartache.
“Should we go?”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Are you going to the Namyeon guesthouse in huawang Village?”
"Shouldn't that be the first thing?"
“Before going to the non-partisan faction, eat a hearty meal and go.”
“If the guesthouse does well, I’ll be able to eat greasy food to my heart’s content.”
“No, why is someone with a lot of money in his pocket worried about that?”
“I don’t have any money left if I add it to old Sim’s life.”
“Can you really help me?”
“When did you see me talking white?”
Then, the old sim lowered its head.
"thank you. Confucius. You can drink for free at our Juru for the rest of your life.”
“I’m not a person who likes freebies.”
“Oh, yes, yes, I know. Would you like it?”
A smile did not leave Simtong's excited face at the thought of setting up a juru.
It was when Yeon Jeok-ha and his party were about to leave the White Horse Temple.
Namgoongse, who had been waiting for me outside first, rushed to the crowd.
The first person to run was Cheongun Sword Namgungcheon.
"haha! This snarky guy! Are you in love with Yuna? Have you been cheating on me all this time?”
“Cow, are you cheating? Why do you say that my older brother is dull?”
“Oops! Who is this guy saying is dull?”
Namgungcheon stretched out her hand and tousled Yeonjeokha's hair.
While Namgungcheon was making a fuss while grabbing Yeonjeokha, Sword King Namgungbyeok approached.
"oh its jeokha."
"yes. Uncle.”
“I would like to discuss the marriage between you and Yeoni after the Namgung family is rebuilt. You will have to stay with the non-partisan faction for a while, so I think that would be better. What do you think?”
Yeonjeokha blushed at him and nodded his head.
“Yes, I will do as you say, Uncle.”
“Okay, go find them as soon as they come down from the shaman faction. Let's catch up on the road then.”
Namgung Byeok planned to preside over the wedding himself, since Yeonjeokha was no different from an orphan.
"yes."
When Yeon Jeok-ha agreed, Namgung Byeok turned around with a satisfied face.
Namgung-yeon, ashamed, only greeted her from a distance and followed her father.
“Who would you like?”
Yeon Jeok-ha asked at Namgungcheon's words.
“Isn’t there a Sojeo that hyung used to follow? What about Chang In-mun’s Jin So-ja?”
“How are you going home?”
“Isn’t it going well with Jean Souza?”
“I can’t. It's good to ride. It's not easy to meet because the distance is too far.”
“You can get married.”
“I have no intention of doing that until Namgung Sega regains her former majesty. I should also take the burden off her father's shoulders.”
“I respect you. older brother."
“Sheesh! what is respect As my father said, if you go to a shaman, learn how to use magic. Seeing the menacing eyes of Baekdu demon soldiers today made his heart terrify.”
"yes. I want you to go to a higher level, too.”
“Okay, I’ll try my best to become a big brother you wouldn’t be ashamed of. See you later then. Shim-senpai, please be healthy. Even cute girls learn hard.”
Namgung-cheon made eye contact with Yeon Jeok-ha and the others, greeted them, and then left.
Namgungcheon I muttered a heartache while watching.
“The blue cloud sword is also a different species. Namgung Sega’s Sogaju is as talkative as the women in her neighborhood, Won.”
Walla said with a hazy face.
“Still, I think you are a kind person. Seeing that you say good things to us as well.”
Not to be outdone by this, Geum Ah also helped out.
“Right, I wish all men would be like Confucius Namgung.”
Old sim at the praise of his disciples, and he cleared his throat.
“Hum! There are men like this and there are men like that. And it seems you don't know because you're still young, but the color demons are naturally friendly.”
“Tsk tsk! doing what you say So, are you saying my older brother is a sex horse?”
“Oops! Is the blue cloud sword a slut? I'm just saying don't be fooled by the friendly appearance. Even Confucius is not a kind person, is he? But if you go through... … .”
“If you try it?”
“Hehe, why is someone who already has an owner obsessed over such a reputation?”
"Whew! That Madou.”
Yeonjeokha, who shook his head, strode forward.
Right after the orthodox faction's masters left, famous religious masters poured out of the White Horse Temple.
As soon as they left the white horse, they split into north and south.
