"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 43 - Don't you think you've seen it somewhere?
However, instead of Namgung-yeon, who was expected to have a good heart, Namgung-cheon, the sword of Cheong woon, suddenly intervened.
“Lord Moon, it seems that your brother is curious about the name of the missing disciple.”
“Ah, his name is Gohak Sword Deungcho.”
“It was a small narrow back. He said he left the house three days ago. Can you tell me exactly when?”
“I heard you went out after lunch.”
"Okay. Also, who did you hear the rumor about the Biryongmun from?”
“Among the disciples, there is a disciple who goes in and out of the phoenix mark. He said he heard it there.”
The face of Ilgumcheon Magon, the head of the Ascension Gate, who had been replying incessantly, wrinkled slightly.
She came because she wanted to hear the advice of Namgoong-yeon, who was known for her courageous reading and non-payment of money, but she kept her mouth shut like a clam, which burned her insides.
Besides, what's the point of asking someone in front of her, saying, 'I think her sister would be curious'! Namgoong-yeon was not far away, but right in front of her nose.
However, even the sword emperor, Namgung Byeok, was just watching Namgung cheon's travels. In the Namgung family, such bizarre conversations are natural.
For a long time after that, Magon answered Namgung cheon's question.
After asking her every detail, Namgungcheon leaned her upper body against the back of the chair as if satisfied.
For a long time, Magon couldn't even hear Namgoong yeon's voice.
Did this really happen?
Namgung cheon's voice was heard in Magon's ears as he glanced at Namgung yeon with suspicious eyes.
“My younger brother is a bit introverted, so he doesn't like to talk to other people. So, despite the rudeness, I took my place. I've asked about everything, so the results will come out sooner or later."
“Ah, I guess.”
Margon nodded his head reluctantly.
It wasn't that he was a bit introverted, but that level of dumbness.
At that time, Namgung yeon stood up, bowed silently to Magon and Namgung byeok, and left the main hall. As if he were her maid, Namgung cheon diligently followed him.
When the two suddenly disappeared, Magon looked at the wall of Namgung with blank eyes.
Namgung Byeok said with a nonchalant face.
“As you can see, my daughter is a bit reticent.”
“Ah, yes… … .”
Margon sighed inwardly.
Suddenly, the thought, “I think I came to the wrong place because of rumours,” crosses my mind.
***
On the day Magon visited the Namgung family, Namgung Yeon sent the people of the family to various places. It was the next day that she visited Deungcho's house.
It's true that Namgoong-yeon doesn't talk to other people, but she's not dumb either. After asking Deungcho's mother a few questions, she looked around her room.
And she walked slowly from Deungcho's house to Ascension Gate.
Namgungcheon followed her around, but she did not speak to her at all for fear of disturbing her brother's thoughts.
Namgung-yeon carefully looked around her whenever she came to a fork in the road, and sometimes she spoke to street vendors.
Every time that happened, a smile bloomed on her face. It seems she is quite happy to see her one and only brother interacting with the world.
Namgoongyeon's steps gradually left her alley and headed toward her Soho.
Namgung-yeon stopped after walking along the lake for a long time.
Her expression hardened like someone who had seen something she couldn't see.
"why?"
To Namgungcheon's question, instead of answering her, Namgungyeon looked carefully at her floor and walked away.
She seemed to be following her something.
Her face seems possessed by something, but Namgungcheon, who has been watching her brother for a long time, knows. That expression on her face meant she was lost in her own world.
A thin sigh escaped from her mouth.
The color of shamanism is also added to the background where people say that it is Hwa-yong-dok-sim or Mu-bul-tong-ji. Some believe her brother to be a born fortune teller. Anyone who sees such a strange appearance will think that way.
'ha! Yuna. Can't we just go a little more normal?'
Unlike Namgungyeon, who is preoccupied with her reasoning, Namgungcheon's head is filled with her worries about her younger sister.
Namgungyeon, who was moving forward through the forest, suddenly stopped.
Belatedly, her Namgungcheon turned her head to where her brother's finger pointed.
She roughly covered it with a branch, but what was clearly a corpse underneath.
Perhaps it will be a lantern.
Her brother has found the missing person, but determining her cause of death is another matter.
Namgungcheon removed the branches and examined the body of her deungcho.
'hmm! Her throat was cut and she died.’
She had no scratches or tears anywhere else.
Judging from her holding a sword in her hand, she must have gotten into a fight with someone.
Looking at the hopae in her arms, it was, of course, a lantern.
It seems that she did not meet the robbers, as her money bag and her nameplate are still intact. Hagiya, how could a master swordsman like Go Hak Sword be beaten by a robber?
After Namgoong-yeon looked over her brother's shoulder for about an hour (15 minutes) at her body, she backed off.
Only then did Namgungcheon stop investigating her and stand up from her seat.
She said, “Looking at the cut on her neck, she must have been stabbed. Seeing as she has no other scars, it looks like she didn't last a few rounds. It must be the work of a master who can easily subdue the high school sword, right?”
“Paesando Hwangyeomdong.”
Namgungcheon meekly accepted her brother's words.
“Why did you kill him?”
“… … .”
Namgoongyeon did not answer.
She couldn't figure out why Hwang Yeom-dong killed Deung-cho.
If I ask Hwang Yeom-dong directly, will he give me an answer?
Namgungcheon, who had brushed her hand, lightly clicked her tongue.
“Tsk! I don't know if this is going to lead to a fight between Cheondomun and Ascensionmun.”
Hwang Yeom-dong is a disciple of Cheon Do-mun, and Deung-cho is a disciple of Seung Cheon-mun.
There was no way I could overlook the death of my disciple at the Ascension Gate. If she had intended to, she wouldn't have even visited Namgung Sega in the first place.
“But how did Biryongmun know that something would happen to Ascension Gate?”
To Namgungcheon's question, Namgungyeon remained silent. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even predict the identity of the Biryongmun, so it was only natural.
***
Southern directness.
floating.
Eleven men and women are walking along the road. The Obong sipgeol and the others return to Obong san.
It is said that travel makes people mature.
Although the clothes of the bandit group were old and dirty, their eyes were full of light. Unlike the first time he descended the mountain, his behaviour showed signs of a mature strong man.
Maybe that's why, despite the crowds, no fights arose. Regardless of the faction, there is no one who looks at bandit group easily.
“Hyungs, we’re hungry, so shouldn’t we eat something?”
Heo Imdal, the fourth child, pointed out the signboard that read “Three Red Spots.”
Poongyeoncho and Takgomyeong nodded their heads almost simultaneously.
Even if it wasn't so, when I heard the sound of 'Let's eat' while I was hungry, my hunger surged.
The Samhong Banjeom was full of customers, but Jeom So-yi diligently went around and made a seat.
Oh Bong Ten Girl sat at two tables and quenched her thirst with cold tea. Unlike before, he didn't look around awkwardly, and his silent appearance was quite unmanned.
Shen Yang-gak, a swordsman of old secrets, tilted her head while glancing at the five peaks and ten girls that changed day by day.
'What on earth did you learn to change your prayer like that?'
In just three months or so, the prayers of the Obong sipgeol changed to the difference between heaven and earth. He didn't have the slightest amount of internal energy, but now his eyes are shining brightly.
It's still not enough compared to myself, but considering the time they trained, it's an incredible speed. Even if it was magic, it wouldn't be that fast.
'This is like people who have learned some kind of suction power... … .’
There is no way you can build up your strength in such a short period of time without extracting and eating the gong power of others!
However, because I lived with them every day, I know better than anyone how absurd that delusion is. They were changing like that with one piece of white porcelain that they learned from Yeonjeokha.
‘Shall I ask you to teach me too… … .’
Shen Yang-gak glanced at Yeon Jeok-ha, who was sitting next to him.
But soon, Shen Yang-gak shook his head.
He himself has already mastered the art of naegong. Besides, it is true that he is excellent at the composition of white porcelain, but he felt that it did not match the skill he had learned.
The inner skill he has learned is that of a sailor. Maybe that's why the back of my head gets heavy and uncomfortable when I'm around the bandit group. It is because they contradict each other.
‘Being greedy for no reason only breaks my inner strength.’
We can't destroy fifty years of enemy exploits now!
After about two angles, various dishes were piled up on two tables.
The 5 Bon 10 Girls threw away their dignity and clung to food like those possessed by gluttons.
It is when the bandit group are immersed in food in full swing.
A group of Murim people entered the spot.
Jeom So-yi, who ran quickly, guided them to the empty seat where the customers had left.
As they ordered and waited for food, they habitually looked around.
One of them looked at the Shenyang Pavilion and whispered to the elderly man sitting next to him.
“Late Lord, don’t you think you’ve seen that old man somewhere?”
"Who?"
Gocheok, a swordsman in Uicheon, looked at her man as he removed the teacup from his mouth.
The man, the three-legged sword, Lee Sang-moon pointed at Shenyanggak.
Gocheok tilted his head with an ambiguous face.
Certainly, the old man resembles Shenyanggak. However, it was slightly different from the Shenyanggak I met five years ago. Shen Yang-Gak is a well-known Madou in Henan Province, and even when he is still, evil energy overflows.
However, the face of the old man who was now far away looked quite benign. Although he has the unique sharpness of a Murim, he does not have the wickedness that overwhelms the crowd.
Is he really Shenyanggak?
Concerned, Gocheok said to Lee Sang-moon.
“You go and find out. It looks like you have a party, so don't cause trouble.”
"yes."
Lee Sang-moon got up from his seat and walked towards Shenyanggak.
Shen Yang-gak, who had been listening quietly since earlier, twisted his body around as if he was uncomfortable in his seat. It seems that the members of the Justice League recognized him.
The fifth, worse than the Goksan Office, asked.
“Shim No-je, why are you like a puppy that suddenly wants to poop after eating well?”
"That's a little more bloated... … .”
“Then stop eating and rest. After being homeless for a long time, it seems my body can't stand it anymore. Tsk!”
‘You bastard, you too should be chased by the Justice League. Does the food go down your throat?'
Shenyang Pavilion cries out in his heart, I sipped tea.
At that time, Lee Sang-moon came near Shenyanggak and spoke politely.
“Excuse me. I am Lee Sang-moon, the three-legged sword of the Justice League Poongundae.”
At the word ‘justice alliance’, the Five Bon 10 Girls all stopped their movements.
Green Forest's greatest enemy is the Justice League. Negotiations can be made with the upper side, but not justice. No transaction can be made with them. They seemed like people who were born to kill Green Forest.
The fourth Heo Imdal, who was good at improvising, said with a nonchalant face.
"ah! You were a man of justice. Thank you for your hard work. But what are you doing?”
“Five years ago, in Hanam, I missed a madu called Shen Yang-gak, a gunsmith. But no matter how I look at it, that old man seems to resemble Shenyanggak... … . If the author is Simyanggak, please hand it over to Poongwoondae.”
Heo Imdal looked back at Simyanggak with puzzled eyes.
Shim Yang-gak rolled his eyes as if he had chewed up shit.
Heo Imdal, who was hesitant, said while spitting on his lips.
“Ahaha, I think you misunderstood something, but he is not a madou. His name is Bangtong, and he is a man who does menial work in Biryongmun. Room Noje, what are you doing? Without formal greetings.”
Then, Sim Yang-gak stood up awkwardly and looked around.
“It’s called Bang Tong.”
Lee Sang-moon stared at Shenyang Pavilion with sharp eyes.
'hmm! No matter how you look at it, it's Shenyanggak... … .’
However, there was something unsatisfying about continuing to push for Shenyanggak.
First of all, it was so natural for the man to call the old man Bangtong and give instructions.
Besides, Shen Yang-gak is not such a compliant person.
A Madou like Shen Yang-Gak follows the instructions of a man like that?
That is the sound of a dog eating grass. Shim Yang-gak is a person who believes in the law of the jungle more than anyone else, and does not bow his head to lower ranks than himself.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 43 - Don't you think you've seen it somewhere?
However, instead of Namgung-yeon, who was expected to have a good heart, Namgung-cheon, the sword of Cheong woon, suddenly intervened.
“Lord Moon, it seems that your brother is curious about the name of the missing disciple.”
“Ah, his name is Gohak Sword Deungcho.”
“It was a small narrow back. He said he left the house three days ago. Can you tell me exactly when?”
“I heard you went out after lunch.”
"Okay. Also, who did you hear the rumor about the Biryongmun from?”
“Among the disciples, there is a disciple who goes in and out of the phoenix mark. He said he heard it there.”
The face of Ilgumcheon Magon, the head of the Ascension Gate, who had been replying incessantly, wrinkled slightly.
She came because she wanted to hear the advice of Namgoong-yeon, who was known for her courageous reading and non-payment of money, but she kept her mouth shut like a clam, which burned her insides.
Besides, what's the point of asking someone in front of her, saying, 'I think her sister would be curious'! Namgoong-yeon was not far away, but right in front of her nose.
However, even the sword emperor, Namgung Byeok, was just watching Namgung cheon's travels. In the Namgung family, such bizarre conversations are natural.
For a long time after that, Magon answered Namgung cheon's question.
After asking her every detail, Namgungcheon leaned her upper body against the back of the chair as if satisfied.
For a long time, Magon couldn't even hear Namgoong yeon's voice.
Did this really happen?
Namgung cheon's voice was heard in Magon's ears as he glanced at Namgung yeon with suspicious eyes.
“My younger brother is a bit introverted, so he doesn't like to talk to other people. So, despite the rudeness, I took my place. I've asked about everything, so the results will come out sooner or later."
“Ah, I guess.”
Margon nodded his head reluctantly.
It wasn't that he was a bit introverted, but that level of dumbness.
At that time, Namgung yeon stood up, bowed silently to Magon and Namgung byeok, and left the main hall. As if he were her maid, Namgung cheon diligently followed him.
When the two suddenly disappeared, Magon looked at the wall of Namgung with blank eyes.
Namgung Byeok said with a nonchalant face.
“As you can see, my daughter is a bit reticent.”
“Ah, yes… … .”
Margon sighed inwardly.
Suddenly, the thought, “I think I came to the wrong place because of rumours,” crosses my mind.
***
On the day Magon visited the Namgung family, Namgung Yeon sent the people of the family to various places. It was the next day that she visited Deungcho's house.
It's true that Namgoong-yeon doesn't talk to other people, but she's not dumb either. After asking Deungcho's mother a few questions, she looked around her room.
And she walked slowly from Deungcho's house to Ascension Gate.
Namgungcheon followed her around, but she did not speak to her at all for fear of disturbing her brother's thoughts.
Namgung-yeon carefully looked around her whenever she came to a fork in the road, and sometimes she spoke to street vendors.
Every time that happened, a smile bloomed on her face. It seems she is quite happy to see her one and only brother interacting with the world.
Namgoongyeon's steps gradually left her alley and headed toward her Soho.
Namgung-yeon stopped after walking along the lake for a long time.
Her expression hardened like someone who had seen something she couldn't see.
"why?"
To Namgungcheon's question, instead of answering her, Namgungyeon looked carefully at her floor and walked away.
She seemed to be following her something.
Her face seems possessed by something, but Namgungcheon, who has been watching her brother for a long time, knows. That expression on her face meant she was lost in her own world.
A thin sigh escaped from her mouth.
The color of shamanism is also added to the background where people say that it is Hwa-yong-dok-sim or Mu-bul-tong-ji. Some believe her brother to be a born fortune teller. Anyone who sees such a strange appearance will think that way.
'ha! Yuna. Can't we just go a little more normal?'
Unlike Namgungyeon, who is preoccupied with her reasoning, Namgungcheon's head is filled with her worries about her younger sister.
Namgungyeon, who was moving forward through the forest, suddenly stopped.
Belatedly, her Namgungcheon turned her head to where her brother's finger pointed.
She roughly covered it with a branch, but what was clearly a corpse underneath.
Perhaps it will be a lantern.
Her brother has found the missing person, but determining her cause of death is another matter.
Namgungcheon removed the branches and examined the body of her deungcho.
'hmm! Her throat was cut and she died.’
She had no scratches or tears anywhere else.
Judging from her holding a sword in her hand, she must have gotten into a fight with someone.
Looking at the hopae in her arms, it was, of course, a lantern.
It seems that she did not meet the robbers, as her money bag and her nameplate are still intact. Hagiya, how could a master swordsman like Go Hak Sword be beaten by a robber?
After Namgoong-yeon looked over her brother's shoulder for about an hour (15 minutes) at her body, she backed off.
Only then did Namgungcheon stop investigating her and stand up from her seat.
She said, “Looking at the cut on her neck, she must have been stabbed. Seeing as she has no other scars, it looks like she didn't last a few rounds. It must be the work of a master who can easily subdue the high school sword, right?”
“Paesando Hwangyeomdong.”
Namgungcheon meekly accepted her brother's words.
“Why did you kill him?”
“… … .”
Namgoongyeon did not answer.
She couldn't figure out why Hwang Yeom-dong killed Deung-cho.
If I ask Hwang Yeom-dong directly, will he give me an answer?
Namgungcheon, who had brushed her hand, lightly clicked her tongue.
“Tsk! I don't know if this is going to lead to a fight between Cheondomun and Ascensionmun.”
Hwang Yeom-dong is a disciple of Cheon Do-mun, and Deung-cho is a disciple of Seung Cheon-mun.
There was no way I could overlook the death of my disciple at the Ascension Gate. If she had intended to, she wouldn't have even visited Namgung Sega in the first place.
“But how did Biryongmun know that something would happen to Ascension Gate?”
To Namgungcheon's question, Namgungyeon remained silent. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even predict the identity of the Biryongmun, so it was only natural.
***
Southern directness.
floating.
Eleven men and women are walking along the road. The Obong sipgeol and the others return to Obong san.
It is said that travel makes people mature.
Although the clothes of the bandit group were old and dirty, their eyes were full of light. Unlike the first time he descended the mountain, his behaviour showed signs of a mature strong man.
Maybe that's why, despite the crowds, no fights arose. Regardless of the faction, there is no one who looks at bandit group easily.
“Hyungs, we’re hungry, so shouldn’t we eat something?”
Heo Imdal, the fourth child, pointed out the signboard that read “Three Red Spots.”
Poongyeoncho and Takgomyeong nodded their heads almost simultaneously.
Even if it wasn't so, when I heard the sound of 'Let's eat' while I was hungry, my hunger surged.
The Samhong Banjeom was full of customers, but Jeom So-yi diligently went around and made a seat.
Oh Bong Ten Girl sat at two tables and quenched her thirst with cold tea. Unlike before, he didn't look around awkwardly, and his silent appearance was quite unmanned.
Shen Yang-gak, a swordsman of old secrets, tilted her head while glancing at the five peaks and ten girls that changed day by day.
'What on earth did you learn to change your prayer like that?'
In just three months or so, the prayers of the Obong sipgeol changed to the difference between heaven and earth. He didn't have the slightest amount of internal energy, but now his eyes are shining brightly.
It's still not enough compared to myself, but considering the time they trained, it's an incredible speed. Even if it was magic, it wouldn't be that fast.
'This is like people who have learned some kind of suction power... … .’
There is no way you can build up your strength in such a short period of time without extracting and eating the gong power of others!
However, because I lived with them every day, I know better than anyone how absurd that delusion is. They were changing like that with one piece of white porcelain that they learned from Yeonjeokha.
‘Shall I ask you to teach me too… … .’
Shen Yang-gak glanced at Yeon Jeok-ha, who was sitting next to him.
But soon, Shen Yang-gak shook his head.
He himself has already mastered the art of naegong. Besides, it is true that he is excellent at the composition of white porcelain, but he felt that it did not match the skill he had learned.
The inner skill he has learned is that of a sailor. Maybe that's why the back of my head gets heavy and uncomfortable when I'm around the bandit group. It is because they contradict each other.
‘Being greedy for no reason only breaks my inner strength.’
We can't destroy fifty years of enemy exploits now!
After about two angles, various dishes were piled up on two tables.
The 5 Bon 10 Girls threw away their dignity and clung to food like those possessed by gluttons.
It is when the bandit group are immersed in food in full swing.
A group of Murim people entered the spot.
Jeom So-yi, who ran quickly, guided them to the empty seat where the customers had left.
As they ordered and waited for food, they habitually looked around.
One of them looked at the Shenyang Pavilion and whispered to the elderly man sitting next to him.
“Late Lord, don’t you think you’ve seen that old man somewhere?”
"Who?"
Gocheok, a swordsman in Uicheon, looked at her man as he removed the teacup from his mouth.
The man, the three-legged sword, Lee Sang-moon pointed at Shenyanggak.
Gocheok tilted his head with an ambiguous face.
Certainly, the old man resembles Shenyanggak. However, it was slightly different from the Shenyanggak I met five years ago. Shen Yang-Gak is a well-known Madou in Henan Province, and even when he is still, evil energy overflows.
However, the face of the old man who was now far away looked quite benign. Although he has the unique sharpness of a Murim, he does not have the wickedness that overwhelms the crowd.
Is he really Shenyanggak?
Concerned, Gocheok said to Lee Sang-moon.
“You go and find out. It looks like you have a party, so don't cause trouble.”
"yes."
Lee Sang-moon got up from his seat and walked towards Shenyanggak.
Shen Yang-gak, who had been listening quietly since earlier, twisted his body around as if he was uncomfortable in his seat. It seems that the members of the Justice League recognized him.
The fifth, worse than the Goksan Office, asked.
“Shim No-je, why are you like a puppy that suddenly wants to poop after eating well?”
"That's a little more bloated... … .”
“Then stop eating and rest. After being homeless for a long time, it seems my body can't stand it anymore. Tsk!”
‘You bastard, you too should be chased by the Justice League. Does the food go down your throat?'
Shenyang Pavilion cries out in his heart, I sipped tea.
At that time, Lee Sang-moon came near Shenyanggak and spoke politely.
“Excuse me. I am Lee Sang-moon, the three-legged sword of the Justice League Poongundae.”
At the word ‘justice alliance’, the Five Bon 10 Girls all stopped their movements.
Green Forest's greatest enemy is the Justice League. Negotiations can be made with the upper side, but not justice. No transaction can be made with them. They seemed like people who were born to kill Green Forest.
The fourth Heo Imdal, who was good at improvising, said with a nonchalant face.
"ah! You were a man of justice. Thank you for your hard work. But what are you doing?”
“Five years ago, in Hanam, I missed a madu called Shen Yang-gak, a gunsmith. But no matter how I look at it, that old man seems to resemble Shenyanggak... … . If the author is Simyanggak, please hand it over to Poongwoondae.”
Heo Imdal looked back at Simyanggak with puzzled eyes.
Shim Yang-gak rolled his eyes as if he had chewed up shit.
Heo Imdal, who was hesitant, said while spitting on his lips.
“Ahaha, I think you misunderstood something, but he is not a madou. His name is Bangtong, and he is a man who does menial work in Biryongmun. Room Noje, what are you doing? Without formal greetings.”
Then, Sim Yang-gak stood up awkwardly and looked around.
“It’s called Bang Tong.”
Lee Sang-moon stared at Shenyang Pavilion with sharp eyes.
'hmm! No matter how you look at it, it's Shenyanggak... … .’
However, there was something unsatisfying about continuing to push for Shenyanggak.
First of all, it was so natural for the man to call the old man Bangtong and give instructions.
Besides, Shen Yang-gak is not such a compliant person.
A Madou like Shen Yang-Gak follows the instructions of a man like that?
That is the sound of a dog eating grass. Shim Yang-gak is a person who believes in the law of the jungle more than anyone else, and does not bow his head to lower ranks than himself.
