Chapter 393 - I should live comfortably now
Yeonjeokha said with a nonchalant face.
“It’s a simple medicine called Socheongdan. I have four of them, so please let the adoptive wife take care of them.”
Yang-Hwa's eyes widened at the word Socheongdan.
Even though she is a Moorim person, there is no one who does not know Socheongdan.
It is said that if you take it, you will gain 10 years of gong power.
Looking at Namcheon's ability, Socheongdan must be genuine.
“Why is this precious thing… … .”
“I am offering this as an apology. Enough then.”
After marrying Yang-Hwa, who had a relationship with him, he disappeared due to Lee Hyung-Hwan's divine law.
It happened so quickly that Yang-Hwa couldn't even ask him.
do you mean apology? what?
Yang Yi-hwa, who was standing with an absurd face, was approached by Waryong Swordsman Yeon Mu-baek.
"It looks like Namcheon Sohyeop is standing with his backpack on his back. What's going on?"
“He is gone.”
“Why, in the middle of the night?”
“He said he was busy with work. Rather than that, I don’t know how to go about this.”
"What's going on?"
I showed her the oil paper she was holding.
“He gave me this.”
“What is it?”
“He said it was Socheongdan.”
“Socheongdan? Did Namcheon Sohyeop really give away Socheongdan? The small group of non-partisans?”
"yes. He obviously said that.”
Hyeonmubaek was surprised, but at the same time he felt uncomfortable.
It is because he does not understand why he gave such a treasure as Socheongdan to his wife.
“Did you ever ask why I was giving you socheongdan?”
“I said it was an apology.”
"her! it means apology This is it, do you know what I'm talking about... … .”
Haze Bag shook his head.
A man who had been generous to me beyond measure gave me a small bowl of apology as an apology?
If Namgoong-yeo is nearby, he wants to run over and ask.
Yang Hwa muttered with a puzzled face.
“I don’t know either. What is an apple, and what is socheongdan?”
Haze Baek alternately looked at the roll of oil paper and his wife.
Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.
'Could it be someone sent by an brother?'
No matter how much I thought about it, the only person who felt sorry for his wife was Yeon Jeok-ha.
But that's an overestimation.
The brother revenge against Samjang is not completely over.
This can be seen just by looking at the Baek and Yang households wandering around unable to return home.
'No way.'
Besides, he hadn't heard that there was a magician like Namcheon among his friends.
Even if he is an acquaintance of the enemy, socheongdan is too much.
There was no way that the non-partisan faction would give such a treasure to a brother!
He shook his head vigorously to get his thoughts out.
"why?"
"No, I've been thinking nonsense for a while."
“I don’t know how to deal with this anyway.”
Yang-Hwa stared blankly at the paper package containing Socheongdan.
“How many are there in all?”
“I said four.”
“Well, that is a significant number.”
"why?"
“I think you and I, Seungbaek and Seolju were in mind.”
“Whoops! Come to think of it, I remember he said ‘awesome family’. Certainly, if it is Socheongdan, Lady Seolju and the second boy can reconcile, right?”
"It's hard to say for sure, but I think we can bring Seol-ju in front of Seung-baek."
It is time for the two to continue talking about the use of Socheongdan.
Lian Seung-baek approached with frequent steps.
Yang-Hwa quickly kept the oil paper in her bosom.
Yeon Seung-baek was also cautious because he was as greedy as the speaker.
“Brother-in-law.”
"yes?"
Yang Yang-hwa was startled when Yeon Seung-baek called her.
“What are you so surprised about?”
“Oh, I was thinking about something else for a second. Why did you call me?”
“I was wondering if you had seen Namcheon Sohyeop.”
Then Mubaek Yeon replied on behalf of his wife.
"He left a while ago."
“You left? During this night?”
“He said he was busy with work. Why are you looking for him?”
“Because of the amulet, I have something to check. brother-in-law You were with Namcheon Sohyup when he used the amulet, right?”
"yes."
“Didn't he cast another spell?”
“Order?”
“Yes, it seems that the Chunjimaeng magicians memorized spells when using their amulets. If Namcheon Sohyeop was like that, then you should know the spells related to the wall power department.”
"ah! Namcheon Sohyeop also seemed to memorize a spell.”
"is it so? It was like that too. What is this?”
“Do I really need to know the order?”
“Each technique is slightly different, but his talisman seems to be the way it should be.”
An exclamation flowed from the mouth of the smoke bag that was listening.
"no wonder!"
"why? Brother, do you have a clue about anything?”
“Namcheon Sohyup is a disciple of the shaman faction. Then he handed over the terrifying amulet to the Sapphire Iron Blood Room. Don't you think something is strange? Obviously, a special spell will be required to use the amulet. If you don't know that, it might be useless.”
“I heard and saw it. shit."
At his brother's sharp point, Yeonseungbaek looked up at the night sky with a dazed face.
He was dumbfounded that he had fought so hard with his sister without even knowing it.
Yanghwa thought deeply and said a word.
“Brother, don’t be too disappointed. Namcheon Sohyeop came from a non-partisan faction. Wouldn't it be better to find a non-partisan magician and figure out the spell?”
"oh! There was such a way. thank you Brother-in-law.”
Yeon Seung-baek, who was standing there with a shit-chewed face, smiled brightly.
He couldn't think of many possibilities and I don't know why he was obsessed with one.
On the other hand, Mu-baek Yeon tried to tell his younger brother, ‘don’t expect too much’, but stopped.
It was because Namcheon didn't seem to be such an easy-going person.
Rather than the amulet, I was more concerned about the handling of Socheongdan.
And why Namcheon is so interested in his family history.
***
Goseong Village.
Full moon cup.
Gucheonno, who was sleeping, also opened his eyes in surprise when the door opened with a rattling sound.
"who… … .”
“It’s me, go to sleep.”
It was the voice of Yeonjeokha.
Old sim let go of his guard and pulled the blanket that had flowed down to his chin.
“Oh, you’re just sleeping at Yeongamugwan. Why did you come here in the middle of the night?”
Yeonjeokha answered by throwing herself on the empty bed.
“Oops! good night. The Iron Blooded Room came and went a while ago. I was burdened with being greeted in the morning, so I just came out.”
“It is not easy to be greeted.”
"that's right. It’s a bit burdensome.”
“You will have to get used to it though. You can't avoid it every time, can you?”
“Other people don’t know how.”
“The others? If you don't say hello, you'll rather say shit. There are even more guys who help out as much as a rat tail and overdo it.”
“I think Old Sim sees the world too skewed.”
“This is called the wisdom of life.”
"That's a word that suits someone like Yeon. Old Sim is just twisted.”
“Yes, yes, would you like to?”
Old sim closed her eyes as if it were annoying.
In the silence, only the sound of the two breathing came out.
Has it been that long (15 minutes)?
It is a time when the spirit of old sim is faint due to flooding spirits.
Yeonjeokha said in a calm voice.
“I say Except for me, I thought they all banded together to harass me. That was the only thing I saw when I was younger.”
"yes… … .”
During the waking hours, the heartache groaned with a mix of ‘yes’ and ‘yes’.
“But looking at it today, it doesn’t seem like that.”
“Um… … .”
“They fought as if they were going to eat each other. The second older brother did this to his sister, and it was really no joke. It’s an atmosphere where you can open your eyes and cut your nose.”
“… … .”
Finally, the old sim fell asleep.
Either that or not, he continued talking.
“But today, all of a sudden, my brothers and sister seemed pitiful. I know, that sounds full. But don't you think I'm glad I didn't resent them and was able to say something full?”
The bed was uncomfortable, and the old sim tossed and turned.
“I don't hate them anymore. As old Sim said, the shaman must have abandoned me. Still, I don't want to go back to before. Before, I was suddenly angry, and I couldn’t feel better no matter what I did.”
growl-.
He paused for a moment to relate to the snoring of old sim.
"That's why I gave Mrs. Yang a small cheongdan."
The old sim that had been asleep for a moment suddenly opened its eyes.
“What did you just say?”
"what? Aren't you sleeping? I even picked my nose.”
“Originally, the Murim people sleep with only one ear covered. I think I heard something about socheongdan?”
“He gave the sheep wife a small cheongdan.”
Then old sim as if I had been struck by lightning, and I jumped up and straightened my upper body.
"no! Why are you giving that precious thing to the lady! Isn’t it too much for being served food only once?”
“What are you so excited about? I heard that I gave you my small bag.”
“Of course, it is Confucius’s small group. However, Socheongdan is not something that can be given to just anyone.”
Old sim was as if my belongings had been disposed of by Yeon Jeok-ha at will.
“Why is Mrs. Yang anyone? It's my brother-in-law."
“Confucius and the Yeons don’t have a relationship that will take care of them like that! Have you already forgotten what they did to Confucius? Didn't they beat you, trample you, lock you in a warehouse and try to kill you!”
Old sim of not being able to hear Yeonjeokha's words because he was sleeping couldn't understand him.
“I forgot everything.”
“Why do you forget that grudge? don't forget You must not forget until you die!”
“What is a good thing, do you live remembering it for the rest of your life?”
"That's how you'll get revenge!"
“Revenge is enough for her aunt to overflow. I should live comfortably now.”
He swallowed the words that had risen up to his throat as the heartache at the words of the young enemy was somehow empty.
After all, resentment is a kind of poison.
As much as he has a deep grudge against someone, his own heart is also rotten.
“Tell me honestly. Are you sick to your stomach?"
“… … There are things like that.”
Simtong was not denied.
There was nothing to hide between Yeonjeokha and him.
“How many do you need?”
“Two outlines.”
I laughed at the affair.
ten years Power doesn't mean much to old sim.
It seems that he wants to feed his two disciples who have reaped in his later years with socheongdan.
“An old man who works today and tomorrow is greedy.”
“The only people in this world who are not greedy are the dead.”
"okay. I'll give it to you in the morning.”
“Hehe, thank you.”
Having obtained what he wanted, then old sim immediately burst into laughter.
He can't stop laughing when he thinks of Geum-ah and Wol-ah, who will enjoy eating socheongdan.
“Is it that good?”
"If you're curious, Confucius should try raising a disciple."
“At this age already?”
“Don’t Confucius’ brothers also raise disciples? What does age matter when teaching? All you need is your ability.”
“I don’t bother.”
"It's too much for Confucius, who doesn't wash well because he's too lazy to do it."
"I don't think that's what old Sim, who is dirtier than me, would say. Didn’t Wol-a and Geum-ah tell me to wash up?”
“I don’t. Every morning, I scoop water and ejaculate.”
"okay? I only have two disciples. I should think about it too.”
“Oops! Confucius, if you don't want to fidget, just ask Sangdo to fetch water for you. Confucius, who can't even take care of himself, is not worthy of being a disciple.”
“Damn it. Are you telling me to have disciples or not?”
We exchanged old sim and trivial jokes until his eyes went watery from exhaustion.
And when the feelings of guilt toward Mrs. Yang and sympathy for the Yeons faded away, I finally fell asleep.
Chapter 393 - I should live comfortably now
Yeonjeokha said with a nonchalant face.
“It’s a simple medicine called Socheongdan. I have four of them, so please let the adoptive wife take care of them.”
Yang-Hwa's eyes widened at the word Socheongdan.
Even though she is a Moorim person, there is no one who does not know Socheongdan.
It is said that if you take it, you will gain 10 years of gong power.
Looking at Namcheon's ability, Socheongdan must be genuine.
“Why is this precious thing… … .”
“I am offering this as an apology. Enough then.”
After marrying Yang-Hwa, who had a relationship with him, he disappeared due to Lee Hyung-Hwan's divine law.
It happened so quickly that Yang-Hwa couldn't even ask him.
do you mean apology? what?
Yang Yi-hwa, who was standing with an absurd face, was approached by Waryong Swordsman Yeon Mu-baek.
"It looks like Namcheon Sohyeop is standing with his backpack on his back. What's going on?"
“He is gone.”
“Why, in the middle of the night?”
“He said he was busy with work. Rather than that, I don’t know how to go about this.”
"What's going on?"
I showed her the oil paper she was holding.
“He gave me this.”
“What is it?”
“He said it was Socheongdan.”
“Socheongdan? Did Namcheon Sohyeop really give away Socheongdan? The small group of non-partisans?”
"yes. He obviously said that.”
Hyeonmubaek was surprised, but at the same time he felt uncomfortable.
It is because he does not understand why he gave such a treasure as Socheongdan to his wife.
“Did you ever ask why I was giving you socheongdan?”
“I said it was an apology.”
"her! it means apology This is it, do you know what I'm talking about... … .”
Haze Bag shook his head.
A man who had been generous to me beyond measure gave me a small bowl of apology as an apology?
If Namgoong-yeo is nearby, he wants to run over and ask.
Yang Hwa muttered with a puzzled face.
“I don’t know either. What is an apple, and what is socheongdan?”
Haze Baek alternately looked at the roll of oil paper and his wife.
Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.
'Could it be someone sent by an brother?'
No matter how much I thought about it, the only person who felt sorry for his wife was Yeon Jeok-ha.
But that's an overestimation.
The brother revenge against Samjang is not completely over.
This can be seen just by looking at the Baek and Yang households wandering around unable to return home.
'No way.'
Besides, he hadn't heard that there was a magician like Namcheon among his friends.
Even if he is an acquaintance of the enemy, socheongdan is too much.
There was no way that the non-partisan faction would give such a treasure to a brother!
He shook his head vigorously to get his thoughts out.
"why?"
"No, I've been thinking nonsense for a while."
“I don’t know how to deal with this anyway.”
Yang-Hwa stared blankly at the paper package containing Socheongdan.
“How many are there in all?”
“I said four.”
“Well, that is a significant number.”
"why?"
“I think you and I, Seungbaek and Seolju were in mind.”
“Whoops! Come to think of it, I remember he said ‘awesome family’. Certainly, if it is Socheongdan, Lady Seolju and the second boy can reconcile, right?”
"It's hard to say for sure, but I think we can bring Seol-ju in front of Seung-baek."
It is time for the two to continue talking about the use of Socheongdan.
Lian Seung-baek approached with frequent steps.
Yang-Hwa quickly kept the oil paper in her bosom.
Yeon Seung-baek was also cautious because he was as greedy as the speaker.
“Brother-in-law.”
"yes?"
Yang Yang-hwa was startled when Yeon Seung-baek called her.
“What are you so surprised about?”
“Oh, I was thinking about something else for a second. Why did you call me?”
“I was wondering if you had seen Namcheon Sohyeop.”
Then Mubaek Yeon replied on behalf of his wife.
"He left a while ago."
“You left? During this night?”
“He said he was busy with work. Why are you looking for him?”
“Because of the amulet, I have something to check. brother-in-law You were with Namcheon Sohyup when he used the amulet, right?”
"yes."
“Didn't he cast another spell?”
“Order?”
“Yes, it seems that the Chunjimaeng magicians memorized spells when using their amulets. If Namcheon Sohyeop was like that, then you should know the spells related to the wall power department.”
"ah! Namcheon Sohyeop also seemed to memorize a spell.”
"is it so? It was like that too. What is this?”
“Do I really need to know the order?”
“Each technique is slightly different, but his talisman seems to be the way it should be.”
An exclamation flowed from the mouth of the smoke bag that was listening.
"no wonder!"
"why? Brother, do you have a clue about anything?”
“Namcheon Sohyup is a disciple of the shaman faction. Then he handed over the terrifying amulet to the Sapphire Iron Blood Room. Don't you think something is strange? Obviously, a special spell will be required to use the amulet. If you don't know that, it might be useless.”
“I heard and saw it. shit."
At his brother's sharp point, Yeonseungbaek looked up at the night sky with a dazed face.
He was dumbfounded that he had fought so hard with his sister without even knowing it.
Yanghwa thought deeply and said a word.
“Brother, don’t be too disappointed. Namcheon Sohyeop came from a non-partisan faction. Wouldn't it be better to find a non-partisan magician and figure out the spell?”
"oh! There was such a way. thank you Brother-in-law.”
Yeon Seung-baek, who was standing there with a shit-chewed face, smiled brightly.
He couldn't think of many possibilities and I don't know why he was obsessed with one.
On the other hand, Mu-baek Yeon tried to tell his younger brother, ‘don’t expect too much’, but stopped.
It was because Namcheon didn't seem to be such an easy-going person.
Rather than the amulet, I was more concerned about the handling of Socheongdan.
And why Namcheon is so interested in his family history.
***
Goseong Village.
Full moon cup.
Gucheonno, who was sleeping, also opened his eyes in surprise when the door opened with a rattling sound.
"who… … .”
“It’s me, go to sleep.”
It was the voice of Yeonjeokha.
Old sim let go of his guard and pulled the blanket that had flowed down to his chin.
“Oh, you’re just sleeping at Yeongamugwan. Why did you come here in the middle of the night?”
Yeonjeokha answered by throwing herself on the empty bed.
“Oops! good night. The Iron Blooded Room came and went a while ago. I was burdened with being greeted in the morning, so I just came out.”
“It is not easy to be greeted.”
"that's right. It’s a bit burdensome.”
“You will have to get used to it though. You can't avoid it every time, can you?”
“Other people don’t know how.”
“The others? If you don't say hello, you'll rather say shit. There are even more guys who help out as much as a rat tail and overdo it.”
“I think Old Sim sees the world too skewed.”
“This is called the wisdom of life.”
"That's a word that suits someone like Yeon. Old Sim is just twisted.”
“Yes, yes, would you like to?”
Old sim closed her eyes as if it were annoying.
In the silence, only the sound of the two breathing came out.
Has it been that long (15 minutes)?
It is a time when the spirit of old sim is faint due to flooding spirits.
Yeonjeokha said in a calm voice.
“I say Except for me, I thought they all banded together to harass me. That was the only thing I saw when I was younger.”
"yes… … .”
During the waking hours, the heartache groaned with a mix of ‘yes’ and ‘yes’.
“But looking at it today, it doesn’t seem like that.”
“Um… … .”
“They fought as if they were going to eat each other. The second older brother did this to his sister, and it was really no joke. It’s an atmosphere where you can open your eyes and cut your nose.”
“… … .”
Finally, the old sim fell asleep.
Either that or not, he continued talking.
“But today, all of a sudden, my brothers and sister seemed pitiful. I know, that sounds full. But don't you think I'm glad I didn't resent them and was able to say something full?”
The bed was uncomfortable, and the old sim tossed and turned.
“I don't hate them anymore. As old Sim said, the shaman must have abandoned me. Still, I don't want to go back to before. Before, I was suddenly angry, and I couldn’t feel better no matter what I did.”
growl-.
He paused for a moment to relate to the snoring of old sim.
"That's why I gave Mrs. Yang a small cheongdan."
The old sim that had been asleep for a moment suddenly opened its eyes.
“What did you just say?”
"what? Aren't you sleeping? I even picked my nose.”
“Originally, the Murim people sleep with only one ear covered. I think I heard something about socheongdan?”
“He gave the sheep wife a small cheongdan.”
Then old sim as if I had been struck by lightning, and I jumped up and straightened my upper body.
"no! Why are you giving that precious thing to the lady! Isn’t it too much for being served food only once?”
“What are you so excited about? I heard that I gave you my small bag.”
“Of course, it is Confucius’s small group. However, Socheongdan is not something that can be given to just anyone.”
Old sim was as if my belongings had been disposed of by Yeon Jeok-ha at will.
“Why is Mrs. Yang anyone? It's my brother-in-law."
“Confucius and the Yeons don’t have a relationship that will take care of them like that! Have you already forgotten what they did to Confucius? Didn't they beat you, trample you, lock you in a warehouse and try to kill you!”
Old sim of not being able to hear Yeonjeokha's words because he was sleeping couldn't understand him.
“I forgot everything.”
“Why do you forget that grudge? don't forget You must not forget until you die!”
“What is a good thing, do you live remembering it for the rest of your life?”
"That's how you'll get revenge!"
“Revenge is enough for her aunt to overflow. I should live comfortably now.”
He swallowed the words that had risen up to his throat as the heartache at the words of the young enemy was somehow empty.
After all, resentment is a kind of poison.
As much as he has a deep grudge against someone, his own heart is also rotten.
“Tell me honestly. Are you sick to your stomach?"
“… … There are things like that.”
Simtong was not denied.
There was nothing to hide between Yeonjeokha and him.
“How many do you need?”
“Two outlines.”
I laughed at the affair.
ten years Power doesn't mean much to old sim.
It seems that he wants to feed his two disciples who have reaped in his later years with socheongdan.
“An old man who works today and tomorrow is greedy.”
“The only people in this world who are not greedy are the dead.”
"okay. I'll give it to you in the morning.”
“Hehe, thank you.”
Having obtained what he wanted, then old sim immediately burst into laughter.
He can't stop laughing when he thinks of Geum-ah and Wol-ah, who will enjoy eating socheongdan.
“Is it that good?”
"If you're curious, Confucius should try raising a disciple."
“At this age already?”
“Don’t Confucius’ brothers also raise disciples? What does age matter when teaching? All you need is your ability.”
“I don’t bother.”
"It's too much for Confucius, who doesn't wash well because he's too lazy to do it."
"I don't think that's what old Sim, who is dirtier than me, would say. Didn’t Wol-a and Geum-ah tell me to wash up?”
“I don’t. Every morning, I scoop water and ejaculate.”
"okay? I only have two disciples. I should think about it too.”
“Oops! Confucius, if you don't want to fidget, just ask Sangdo to fetch water for you. Confucius, who can't even take care of himself, is not worthy of being a disciple.”
“Damn it. Are you telling me to have disciples or not?”
We exchanged old sim and trivial jokes until his eyes went watery from exhaustion.
And when the feelings of guilt toward Mrs. Yang and sympathy for the Yeons faded away, I finally fell asleep.
