Chapter 380 - Hyeonmubaek greets you
Geumuiwi Baekho Wang Moo-yang and Dan Yeo-cheong's Joe, who lured the escorts, joined.
Sogis diligently went around and loaded the body of the golden guard onto the wagon.
to leave no evidence.
The battlefield was cleared with the charred corpse of Jong Myung as the last.
Soon after, the carriage pulled out of Konkuksa Temple.
The corpse of the field master escort was left in the yard, but the golden guard did not touch it.
Dong Yu-soo, a member of the Southern Jin Guard, approached Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Confucius Yan, thank you. I am alive thanks to you.”
"you're welcome. Anyway, what if the judge ran away?”
Yeon Jeok-ha glanced at Dong Yoo-soo’s complexion.
He felt that his position would be embarrassing since he failed to kill the field mage.
Surprisingly, however, Dong Yoo-soo looked calm.
“It's okay. The on-site judge also suffered greatly today, so I will refrain from outside activities for the time being. Besides, there are unexpected harvests, so it is not a complete failure.”
“A harvest?”
“Just knowing why the north march failed can be said to be half the success.”
"ah."
An exclamation escaped from the young man's mouth.
It seemed to be talking about the flag bearers carrying colorful flags.
“Until now, no one had noticed the riders. I thought they were simply famous cultists, but they were the hidden power of the field masters. Moorim’s breakwaters probably don’t know the true identity of the famous religious riders.”
“I guess so.”
Certainly, the riders of famous schools were different from other breakwaters.
Not just for show, each rider was a master of martial arts and techniques.
“I think we should leave before the officers arrive. When I find out where the field magistrate is, I will call you back.”
Dong Yu-soo looked around the town and returned to the golden guards.
While looking around, the gazes of Yeon Jeok-ha and Baek Woo-seon, a master of the Forward Wave, met.
Baek Woo-seon first politely showed an example of karate (拱手).
Yeonjeokha also ignored him.
When the goldsmith and the sorcerers left the scene, Yeonjeokha also trudged to Sanmun.
“Confucius.”
"what?"
“Didn’t you say ‘corpses’ when I asked what they were?”
"It did."
“You mean Jiangshi?”
I looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with a worried face.
The four riders did not change their facial expressions throughout.
So I thought that if they were corpses, they might be the ginger poetry from the legend.
"Are you kidding me?"
“Isn’t it?”
"That's what I meant to kill them."
"ah!"
The pain of realizing the meaning of the words belatedly scratched his head.
"I thought Confucius was a corpse, so I thought it was a Jiangshi. What is it?"
“Old Sim, hair is not an ornament. It's annoying, but think about it."
“Heh. Please consider my faith in Confucius to be that much.”
It wasn't an exaggeration or an excuse.
Simtong was the one who would believe Yeon Jeok-ha even if he said, “I made fermented soybeans with red beans.”
***
Yeon Jeok-ha and Shen-tong returned to Huashan Village.
Having parted ways with Shimtong in front of Geumwoljuru, the couple headed to the Namyeon guesthouse.
When he opened the inn door and entered, Nam Soo-gyeong, who was cleaning the table, rushed over.
“Are you done?”
"uh."
“Then, are you going back to Wudang Mountain?”
"why? What's going on?"
"no."
Nam Soo-kyung turned around with a calm face.
I asked because the co-owner seems to be emptying the inn too much, but is there work!
I sat down on the window seat.
Sang-do hurriedly came over, poured hot tea into an empty glass, and returned to his seat.
Yeonjeokha looked around the inn with happy eyes.
The store owner likes this.
Even if you don't ask for anything in particular, it's comfortable because Jeomsoi takes care of it for you.
Nam Soo-kyung, who was wiping the table with a clean dishcloth, said as if passing by.
“By the way, the hut disappeared in Hyojaam? Noksohyeob is also gone. Is that what a senior citizen is like?”
"uh. It was useless anyway. Even Nokdampyeong paid for his crimes with that much.”
"I see. I thought the rust cow had run away. He disappeared without a word.”
“Where am I running when my eyes are wide open? I told you to go home and take good care of your living parents.”
“Good job.”
"why? Do you feel empty because you can't see Nokdampyeong? I don't know what seat I'm in, but I heard that my seat stands out."
"It's false. It was uncomfortable just looking at the hut from a distance.”
Sang-do interrupted Nam Soo-kyung’s words.
“Hehe, but people from Sambobang came in and out, so sales went up a bit. What Nok Sohyeop brought and ate was also salty.”
“Hey, I still hate it.”
When Nam Soo-kyung hated it, Sang-do, who was quick to notice, stopped talking about his comments.
Hearing Yeonjeokha's voice, the Sambo Jeolmyeong Dangunmang came down from the room.
“When did you come?”
"now. Are the medicines going well?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha asked about the medicine, Tang Yun-mang took a different seat and sat in a nearby seat.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was watching, said a word.
“Don’t bother the workers and come here.”
Dan Yun-mang was uncomfortable sitting with Yan Je-he, but she did not dare to refuse and moved.
“By the way, when are you going back to the shaman faction?”
"why?"
“No, the contract antidote will be completed in three months anyway, but I’m afraid waiting will be boring… … .”
The tang cloud clouded the end of his speech.
That was an excuse, but in fact, he didn't want to be with Yeon Jeok-ha, who grabbed and shook him.
“Don’t worry about other people’s business, and inspiration does inspiration. Where are you drinking? That’s why old man Sim beat him.”
"It's true that Simga hit me, but if I put my mind to it, that old man... … .”
“How is it going?”
Yeonjeokha looked at the dangyunmang with cold eyes.
For a moment, I wanted to get rid of the dang luck.
Looking at the sticky life in Yeonjeokha's eyes, it seems that he made a mistake.
"Sir, I mean you're going to have severe diarrhoea."
“That mouth, you better be careful. Old Sim will lose, but I'm different. As soon as I see something that might be harmful, I get rid of it. You can't live with something steamy on your back. is not it?"
“Gulp, I will never be harmed. Aren’t you even making antidote for Confucius?”
"It's shameless. Are you saying that in front of me? The old man has already done his harm. I'm living as a bonus now. Then what should I do?”
“I will try harder.”
"okay. don't forget that It won't end with words next time.”
“… … .”
Tang Yun-mang's shoulders drooped.
That's why he didn't want to sit in the same seat with Yeonjeok Eve.
There is no separate needle cushion.
I have to make a antidote quickly and leave, I don't think I can live like this.
Suddenly, Yeonjeokha called Sangdo.
“Yes, Gongja.”
“A bowl of somen noodles, what’s popular these days?”
“They say that Eohyang Yuksa (stir-fried pork and vegetables), Uyuktang (beef soup), and Haengeumban (fried rice with eggs) are delicious.”
“Yes, give me that.”
Sang-do understood Yeon Jeok-ha’s words at once.
Somen means that it belongs to the old man of Tang.
“Yes, I will prepare it soon.”
Sang-do smiled and walked to the kitchen.
Dan Yun-mang pretended not to hear anything and drank the tea.
After a while the food came out.
As expected, somen was placed in front of the dangunmang.
Dan Yun-mang muttered as if talking to himself with a calm face.
“In winter, warm somen noodles are the best.”
Subsequently, various kinds of side dishes, fish stew, beef soup, and haengeumban were laid out in front of Yeonjeokha.
Eating with Yeon Jeok-ha was like torture to Tang Yun-mang.
If his chopsticks broke even on green vegetables, Yeon Jeok-ha knocked them off with his chopsticks.
It just means to eat somen noodles.
Tang Yun-mang shoveled only some noodles into his mouth.
While the two were eating, a strange man entered the inn.
"welcome!"
At Sang-do's greeting, the man smiled and waved her hand.
“I am a representative from Cheonungpyo. Is this the only Namyeon guesthouse in Hwasang Village?”
“Yes, why?”
“The owner of this place is the one with the Yeon family name, Ha Ja Gongja?”
"yes."
Then her man pulled out a sealed document from within her bosom.
“Do you have Confucius?”
“… … .”
Sang-do inadvertently turned his gaze to Yeonjeok-ha.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was in the midst of eating, shook his head as if he was annoyed.
“You are not seated right now. If you don't need to tell Confucius yourself, just leave it to me.”
Then her man approached the checkout counter.
It seemed that the old man at the checkout looked more trustworthy than the younger Jeom Soi.
When Sang-Il luck got up and down, her man handed him a seal.
“I heard it was an invitation. Please tell Confucius Yeon. Write the name of the old man here.”
The man took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it to Sang Il Woon.
After receiving the sealed letter, Sang Il-wun even wrote down his name, and the man made a request.
“Don't lose it, and pass it on to the elder. I made sure of it.”
Sang Il-woon nodded and the man immediately left.
After leaving the checkout counter, Sang Il-wun hurriedly went to Yeon Jeok-ha and politely handed over the seal.
What came out of the seal was a red envelope.
[Moorim Malhak Yeonmubaek greets you. On the first day of February this year, we are planning to hold an opening ceremony for the Yeongam Museum in the ancient city of Luoyang. I would appreciate it if you could come and brighten up the place. haze hundred compensation.]
Seeing that the name of the recipient was not specified, it seems to be an ordinary invitation.
Nam Soo-kyung looked over her shoulder to find out when she had arrived and said a word.
“Is this an invitation? Do you know anyone? Do you have the same last name?”
"Stepbrother."
"oh! I see. But don't you think we're on good terms?"
"How did you know?"
"You're asking me to come to the opening ceremony of Yeongamugwan. If we had a good relationship, he would have come and told us in person. Luoyang is only three or three days away. Besides, there is no name of the recipient. It’s like an invitation to just throw it all over the place.”
“It hurts me to say that.”
"sorry. That's not what I said.”
"are you okay. I didn't say anything."
“Do you think your brothers are also unmanned?”
“Uh, me and my siblings also learned martial arts.”
"I see. So are you going?”
"well. I don't know.”
Yeonjeokha looked at Baecheop with an ambiguous expression.
After defeating the three chapters (Baekjiajang, Yanggajang, and Waryongjang), Eunwon is over, but I don't know if I can go and celebrate.
Dan Yun-mang, who was eating somen noodles, hinted.
“Still, the blood has been connected, so wouldn’t it be nice to go? Unless you want to cut ties completely.”
of course, He says this because he doesn't want to be with Yeon Jeok-ha.
“It’s a … … .”
I put down my chopsticks.
Yeonssi have no regrets.
I never thought of living well with them.
However, when I think of ‘Jeong-seon’, I don’t think I’m blindly ignoring it.
It was definitely far from the good of the enemy to receive an invitation and turn away from the work of flesh and blood.
Yeonjeokha, who was thinking that way, was startled.
'Damn it, since when did I live thinking about the brother... … .’
I grumbled inwardly, but the word ‘brother’ was hard to erase from my head.
That night.
I visited Geumwoljuru with a mixed heart.
And he confided about the package he received today after having a old sim and a grand operation.
“Warongswordsman Yeon Moo-baek invited you to the opening ceremony?”
“Because it is.”
“Huh, yeah, really. It's ambiguous.”
“Looking at the package, I don’t think Mubaek-hyung didn’t think I was coming either.”
If it wasn't for that, I would have brought it myself, as Nam Soo-kyung said.
Old sim glanced at Yeonjeokha.
It is because it seems that the appearance before and after becoming a disciple of Cheongbulno has changed a little.
Shall we say that the sharp thorns have become dull?
Chapter 380 - Hyeonmubaek greets you
Geumuiwi Baekho Wang Moo-yang and Dan Yeo-cheong's Joe, who lured the escorts, joined.
Sogis diligently went around and loaded the body of the golden guard onto the wagon.
to leave no evidence.
The battlefield was cleared with the charred corpse of Jong Myung as the last.
Soon after, the carriage pulled out of Konkuksa Temple.
The corpse of the field master escort was left in the yard, but the golden guard did not touch it.
Dong Yu-soo, a member of the Southern Jin Guard, approached Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Confucius Yan, thank you. I am alive thanks to you.”
"you're welcome. Anyway, what if the judge ran away?”
Yeon Jeok-ha glanced at Dong Yoo-soo’s complexion.
He felt that his position would be embarrassing since he failed to kill the field mage.
Surprisingly, however, Dong Yoo-soo looked calm.
“It's okay. The on-site judge also suffered greatly today, so I will refrain from outside activities for the time being. Besides, there are unexpected harvests, so it is not a complete failure.”
“A harvest?”
“Just knowing why the north march failed can be said to be half the success.”
"ah."
An exclamation escaped from the young man's mouth.
It seemed to be talking about the flag bearers carrying colorful flags.
“Until now, no one had noticed the riders. I thought they were simply famous cultists, but they were the hidden power of the field masters. Moorim’s breakwaters probably don’t know the true identity of the famous religious riders.”
“I guess so.”
Certainly, the riders of famous schools were different from other breakwaters.
Not just for show, each rider was a master of martial arts and techniques.
“I think we should leave before the officers arrive. When I find out where the field magistrate is, I will call you back.”
Dong Yu-soo looked around the town and returned to the golden guards.
While looking around, the gazes of Yeon Jeok-ha and Baek Woo-seon, a master of the Forward Wave, met.
Baek Woo-seon first politely showed an example of karate (拱手).
Yeonjeokha also ignored him.
When the goldsmith and the sorcerers left the scene, Yeonjeokha also trudged to Sanmun.
“Confucius.”
"what?"
“Didn’t you say ‘corpses’ when I asked what they were?”
"It did."
“You mean Jiangshi?”
I looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with a worried face.
The four riders did not change their facial expressions throughout.
So I thought that if they were corpses, they might be the ginger poetry from the legend.
"Are you kidding me?"
“Isn’t it?”
"That's what I meant to kill them."
"ah!"
The pain of realizing the meaning of the words belatedly scratched his head.
"I thought Confucius was a corpse, so I thought it was a Jiangshi. What is it?"
“Old Sim, hair is not an ornament. It's annoying, but think about it."
“Heh. Please consider my faith in Confucius to be that much.”
It wasn't an exaggeration or an excuse.
Simtong was the one who would believe Yeon Jeok-ha even if he said, “I made fermented soybeans with red beans.”
***
Yeon Jeok-ha and Shen-tong returned to Huashan Village.
Having parted ways with Shimtong in front of Geumwoljuru, the couple headed to the Namyeon guesthouse.
When he opened the inn door and entered, Nam Soo-gyeong, who was cleaning the table, rushed over.
“Are you done?”
"uh."
“Then, are you going back to Wudang Mountain?”
"why? What's going on?"
"no."
Nam Soo-kyung turned around with a calm face.
I asked because the co-owner seems to be emptying the inn too much, but is there work!
I sat down on the window seat.
Sang-do hurriedly came over, poured hot tea into an empty glass, and returned to his seat.
Yeonjeokha looked around the inn with happy eyes.
The store owner likes this.
Even if you don't ask for anything in particular, it's comfortable because Jeomsoi takes care of it for you.
Nam Soo-kyung, who was wiping the table with a clean dishcloth, said as if passing by.
“By the way, the hut disappeared in Hyojaam? Noksohyeob is also gone. Is that what a senior citizen is like?”
"uh. It was useless anyway. Even Nokdampyeong paid for his crimes with that much.”
"I see. I thought the rust cow had run away. He disappeared without a word.”
“Where am I running when my eyes are wide open? I told you to go home and take good care of your living parents.”
“Good job.”
"why? Do you feel empty because you can't see Nokdampyeong? I don't know what seat I'm in, but I heard that my seat stands out."
"It's false. It was uncomfortable just looking at the hut from a distance.”
Sang-do interrupted Nam Soo-kyung’s words.
“Hehe, but people from Sambobang came in and out, so sales went up a bit. What Nok Sohyeop brought and ate was also salty.”
“Hey, I still hate it.”
When Nam Soo-kyung hated it, Sang-do, who was quick to notice, stopped talking about his comments.
Hearing Yeonjeokha's voice, the Sambo Jeolmyeong Dangunmang came down from the room.
“When did you come?”
"now. Are the medicines going well?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha asked about the medicine, Tang Yun-mang took a different seat and sat in a nearby seat.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was watching, said a word.
“Don’t bother the workers and come here.”
Dan Yun-mang was uncomfortable sitting with Yan Je-he, but she did not dare to refuse and moved.
“By the way, when are you going back to the shaman faction?”
"why?"
“No, the contract antidote will be completed in three months anyway, but I’m afraid waiting will be boring… … .”
The tang cloud clouded the end of his speech.
That was an excuse, but in fact, he didn't want to be with Yeon Jeok-ha, who grabbed and shook him.
“Don’t worry about other people’s business, and inspiration does inspiration. Where are you drinking? That’s why old man Sim beat him.”
"It's true that Simga hit me, but if I put my mind to it, that old man... … .”
“How is it going?”
Yeonjeokha looked at the dangyunmang with cold eyes.
For a moment, I wanted to get rid of the dang luck.
Looking at the sticky life in Yeonjeokha's eyes, it seems that he made a mistake.
"Sir, I mean you're going to have severe diarrhoea."
“That mouth, you better be careful. Old Sim will lose, but I'm different. As soon as I see something that might be harmful, I get rid of it. You can't live with something steamy on your back. is not it?"
“Gulp, I will never be harmed. Aren’t you even making antidote for Confucius?”
"It's shameless. Are you saying that in front of me? The old man has already done his harm. I'm living as a bonus now. Then what should I do?”
“I will try harder.”
"okay. don't forget that It won't end with words next time.”
“… … .”
Tang Yun-mang's shoulders drooped.
That's why he didn't want to sit in the same seat with Yeonjeok Eve.
There is no separate needle cushion.
I have to make a antidote quickly and leave, I don't think I can live like this.
Suddenly, Yeonjeokha called Sangdo.
“Yes, Gongja.”
“A bowl of somen noodles, what’s popular these days?”
“They say that Eohyang Yuksa (stir-fried pork and vegetables), Uyuktang (beef soup), and Haengeumban (fried rice with eggs) are delicious.”
“Yes, give me that.”
Sang-do understood Yeon Jeok-ha’s words at once.
Somen means that it belongs to the old man of Tang.
“Yes, I will prepare it soon.”
Sang-do smiled and walked to the kitchen.
Dan Yun-mang pretended not to hear anything and drank the tea.
After a while the food came out.
As expected, somen was placed in front of the dangunmang.
Dan Yun-mang muttered as if talking to himself with a calm face.
“In winter, warm somen noodles are the best.”
Subsequently, various kinds of side dishes, fish stew, beef soup, and haengeumban were laid out in front of Yeonjeokha.
Eating with Yeon Jeok-ha was like torture to Tang Yun-mang.
If his chopsticks broke even on green vegetables, Yeon Jeok-ha knocked them off with his chopsticks.
It just means to eat somen noodles.
Tang Yun-mang shoveled only some noodles into his mouth.
While the two were eating, a strange man entered the inn.
"welcome!"
At Sang-do's greeting, the man smiled and waved her hand.
“I am a representative from Cheonungpyo. Is this the only Namyeon guesthouse in Hwasang Village?”
“Yes, why?”
“The owner of this place is the one with the Yeon family name, Ha Ja Gongja?”
"yes."
Then her man pulled out a sealed document from within her bosom.
“Do you have Confucius?”
“… … .”
Sang-do inadvertently turned his gaze to Yeonjeok-ha.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was in the midst of eating, shook his head as if he was annoyed.
“You are not seated right now. If you don't need to tell Confucius yourself, just leave it to me.”
Then her man approached the checkout counter.
It seemed that the old man at the checkout looked more trustworthy than the younger Jeom Soi.
When Sang-Il luck got up and down, her man handed him a seal.
“I heard it was an invitation. Please tell Confucius Yeon. Write the name of the old man here.”
The man took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it to Sang Il Woon.
After receiving the sealed letter, Sang Il-wun even wrote down his name, and the man made a request.
“Don't lose it, and pass it on to the elder. I made sure of it.”
Sang Il-woon nodded and the man immediately left.
After leaving the checkout counter, Sang Il-wun hurriedly went to Yeon Jeok-ha and politely handed over the seal.
What came out of the seal was a red envelope.
[Moorim Malhak Yeonmubaek greets you. On the first day of February this year, we are planning to hold an opening ceremony for the Yeongam Museum in the ancient city of Luoyang. I would appreciate it if you could come and brighten up the place. haze hundred compensation.]
Seeing that the name of the recipient was not specified, it seems to be an ordinary invitation.
Nam Soo-kyung looked over her shoulder to find out when she had arrived and said a word.
“Is this an invitation? Do you know anyone? Do you have the same last name?”
"Stepbrother."
"oh! I see. But don't you think we're on good terms?"
"How did you know?"
"You're asking me to come to the opening ceremony of Yeongamugwan. If we had a good relationship, he would have come and told us in person. Luoyang is only three or three days away. Besides, there is no name of the recipient. It’s like an invitation to just throw it all over the place.”
“It hurts me to say that.”
"sorry. That's not what I said.”
"are you okay. I didn't say anything."
“Do you think your brothers are also unmanned?”
“Uh, me and my siblings also learned martial arts.”
"I see. So are you going?”
"well. I don't know.”
Yeonjeokha looked at Baecheop with an ambiguous expression.
After defeating the three chapters (Baekjiajang, Yanggajang, and Waryongjang), Eunwon is over, but I don't know if I can go and celebrate.
Dan Yun-mang, who was eating somen noodles, hinted.
“Still, the blood has been connected, so wouldn’t it be nice to go? Unless you want to cut ties completely.”
of course, He says this because he doesn't want to be with Yeon Jeok-ha.
“It’s a … … .”
I put down my chopsticks.
Yeonssi have no regrets.
I never thought of living well with them.
However, when I think of ‘Jeong-seon’, I don’t think I’m blindly ignoring it.
It was definitely far from the good of the enemy to receive an invitation and turn away from the work of flesh and blood.
Yeonjeokha, who was thinking that way, was startled.
'Damn it, since when did I live thinking about the brother... … .’
I grumbled inwardly, but the word ‘brother’ was hard to erase from my head.
That night.
I visited Geumwoljuru with a mixed heart.
And he confided about the package he received today after having a old sim and a grand operation.
“Warongswordsman Yeon Moo-baek invited you to the opening ceremony?”
“Because it is.”
“Huh, yeah, really. It's ambiguous.”
“Looking at the package, I don’t think Mubaek-hyung didn’t think I was coming either.”
If it wasn't for that, I would have brought it myself, as Nam Soo-kyung said.
Old sim glanced at Yeonjeokha.
It is because it seems that the appearance before and after becoming a disciple of Cheongbulno has changed a little.
Shall we say that the sharp thorns have become dull?
