Chapter 433 -The clear scent of the jade bottle
Noh Do-kyung, the Demonic Cult’s eastern lion and the elven demon sword, looked at his opponent
with a nonchalant gaze.
There is no remorse.
He was just trying to confirm with his own body the power created by the famous religious method.
He had to know at least that much in order to report to the Jiao Master who was in hiding in
Tianshan.
However, I have no intention of bragging about it to my opponent.
Isn't that a foolish act that only first-timers of Murim would do?
Suddenly, the thinned face of Yeonnamcheon came to mind.
When he opened his mouth, he said something about Kang-ho's experience, and he was lax.
Lord Nodo, laughing, swung his sword.
squeak.
The mouth of Goonnam Song, the bloody corn, opened wide.
Blood poured from his severed neck, but his dangling arms didn't help.
Soon, Gunnam Song, who lost his balance, fell backwards.
Blood gushed from his throat and pooled around him.
Noh Do-kyung closely observed the opponent causing the final convulsions in a pool of blood.
The martial arts of the twelve horsemen seem to be somewhere between lower life and upper life.
In the Demonic Cult, those who belong to Sangsaeng are the elders and the seventh great lords.
Considering that Blood Oksu was only a county-level master in the past, this is an amazing
achievement.
Then what about the monsters?
Just when he thought about it, Gunnam Song's body split like a family paddy field.
Then, a black shadow popped out as it tore Song's body apart.
"omg!"
Nodo-kyung opened his mouth wide and took a step back from him.
As known in the Gangho, I thought that there would be super-heat demons, unicorn demons, demon
dragons, and thunder gods.
However, no matter how you look at it, the gigantic monster standing in front of him was an asura
from hell.
Like the Bodhisattva of Heaven that appeared after the death of Paedo Ilwicheon, the chief of the
Banyajang in the past, the monster that appeared in front of Noh Do-gyeong was different from
what was previously known.
It was a Yeomma that manifested itself according to the wish of the deceased, but Noh Do-gyeong
did not know.
In the Demonic Cult, Asura is the messenger of the Son of Heaven.
Noh Do-kyung couldn't help but conflict with the descending messenger of the Cheonjama in front
of him.
But the worries didn't last long.
Asura, who was looking around him with a sullen attitude, suddenly waved his hand.
The blood-colored Jangyeong flew to Noh Do-gyeong.
At first glance, it looked similar to Gunnam Song's blood corn, but it was the size of a pot lid.
Boom!
Noh Do-kyung's sword cut Jang-young apart.
However, Do-kyung Noh had to take a step back in the aftermath.
"crazy!"
Profanity came out of Noh Do-kyung's mouth.
The monster's power was 'co-existence'.
It was amazing that the ability that was somewhere between ‘hasaeng’ and ‘coexistence’ was
leaping to coexistence.
“Kuaaa!”
Asura, who was screaming, flew up into the air and landed on Noh Do-gyeong.
Before Asura's body could even touch, a strange energy pressed down on Noh Do-gyeong.
It was pure magic.
If he had been a soldier of the right sect, he would have felt dizzy, but his opponent was a master of
the Demonic Cult.
Noh Do-gyeong was rather encouraged.
After getting, the ‘Hwangeom Nodo’ and the ending of marriage, ‘Deadlock Sword Heaven’ unfolded
one after another.
The sword energy that rose like a raging sword penetrated Asura's entire body.
Then, a huge sword-image as black as pitch-black fell on the top of Asura's head.
“Quaaaaa!”
Asura struggled in pain, but he did not collapse.
Although the 'Deadlock Blade' was excellent, it was not possible to end Asura's life at once.
When Asura didn't fall down, a sigh escaped unconsciously from Noh Do-kyung's mouth.
"ha! It's difficult when this happens... … .”
When Magi and Magi meet, it is difficult to inflict fatal wounds unless one side is superior.
Asura and he herself did it.
In the end, it is said that a boring battle must be held.
After experiencing Asura's demonic energy, it wasn't that he couldn't handle it, but he didn't have
the confidence to kill her in one shot.
Asura, who had fled behind her, opened her dark mouth and lunged again.
Maybe an hour (15 minutes) has passed?
I could feel the presence on the mountain.
It seems that the Myeongwang cult members started to move at the sound of Asura's scream.
“Ah! Eat and leave!”
After pouring his sword energy into Asura, Do-kyung Noh ran away like lightning with her Cheonma-
bound ball.
Asura, who had suddenly lost her goal, hesitated for a moment, the Myeongwang cultists appeared.
When Asura saw her human, a raspy scream flowed from her mouth.
“Kyaaaaa!”
The startled Myeongwang cultists scattered in all directions like locusts.
A chase after chase took place between Asura and the Myungwang cults in Mt.
Asura tore to death twenty-five Myeongwang cultists before Baekdu demon forces came forward.
It's a shame because there were no 12 horsemen among the victims.
After killing Asura, the Baekdu Horsemen summoned the Twelve Horsemen who had descended.
And I found out that Asura was the blood corn Goonnam Song.
However, it is never known who actually killed him.
That night.
Three Baekduma soldiers gathered in Gwangmyeongjeong.
Honsei Swordsman Cheok Jin-kyung, who had been sighing deeply, said with a puzzled face.
“Maybe it would be good, since Myeongwanggyo has no masters to deal with the twelve horsemen
who have become demons? Every time this happens, we can't come out.”
Evil Buddha Bangcheongak brought out the words that were in his heart.
“We should reconsider making more twelve horsemen. It's a shame because it was a normal
prisoner who died today.
Chuck Jinkyung silently nodded his head.
That sounds right.
If the number of demons had increased, the Baekdu demons might have escaped.
Kang Sang-pi, a spirited demon, was very excited and asked while grinding his teeth.
“Do you think Danggeum Murim has enough power to come all the way to Mt. Yeo and kill the
Twelve Horsemen?”
Then Bang Cheon-gak replied with an ambiguous face.
“Except for famous schools and Hocheonmaeng, there is nothing… … . Ah, even the demons can do
it.”
Because he had recently met Noh Do-gyeong, he mentioned the Demonic Cult.
However, Cheok Jin-kyung had a different idea.
“I’m sure it’s not Noh Do-kyung. We treated him generously, so he couldn't have stuck a knife in his
back? What do you regret?”
Bang Cheon-gak could not refute that statement.
As he said, there was no reason for the Demonic Cult to touch the Myeongwang Cult.
It was he who rejected the Myeongwang religion.
In addition, in the Demonic Cult, there is a mountain of magical techniques that are superior to the
Myeongwanggyo technique.
Sangpi Kang said.
"If it's false, are you saying it's one of the famous schools or the Hocheon League?"
"Okay. As you know, we must be blind to famous schools, and it is clear that the Hocheonmaeng also
regard us as easy opponents.”
“Damn, that range is too wide.”
Bangcheongak, who had been listening quietly, changed the topic.
“There is no clue about the culprit, so it will be difficult to find. I want you to think about managing
the Twelve Horses rather than wasting your energy on impossible tasks. What do you two think?”
Cheok Jin-gyeong looked at Bangcheongak with uncomfortable eyes.
For some reason, it didn't feel right to keep mentioning the Twelve Horsemen from earlier.
“What do you mean specifically by managing the Twelve Horses?”
“Didn't we offer a sacrifice for the twelve horsemen in a competitive way at Mt. Lu? By the way, how
was your day? What if the Twelve Horsemen were mixed among the disciples? If so, would we have
been able to deal with the demons?”
“Are you saying you shouldn’t make twelve horsemen?”
"exactly."
Then Kang Sang-pi refuted.
“I am against it. It's like saying don't soak the intestines because you're afraid of maggots. In order
for our school to be on par with the Yumyeong School and the Hocheon League, we need more 12
Horsemen. If you lost one today, you'll have to build two tomorrow, why are you quitting?”
It is the sound of pushing forward with the number of twelve horsemen.
Cheok Jin-gyeong also had the same thoughts as Kang Sang-pi about the twelve horse soldiers.
“There is some truth in the words of evil Buddha, but I think it is time to raise the world. Wouldn't it
be known if the King of Heaven came out among us? Until then, I'll have to raise the Twelve
Horsemen.”
“If something like today happens again in the future, how do you say such things to deal with it?”
Bangcheongak did not back down.
Among the disciples who died today, there were those who were preparing to become the Twelve
Horsemen.
What if they were completed with twelve horsemen?
Isn't that terrible?
However, Cheok Jin-gyeong and Kang Sang-pi also insisted on the training of the twelve horses until
the end.
In the end, the meeting ended without reaching any conclusion.
***
starlight.
infinite.
around lunchtime.
After getting off at the Infinite Wharf, the couple headed for the stable.
to save horses and wagons.
The weather was very cold now, so it was impossible to travel long distances on foot.
As he entered the barn, an old caretaker hurried over.
“Confucius, what are you looking for?”
“Wagon.”
“There is a two-headed wagon that is in good condition. Would you like to see it?”
Yeonjeokha nodded, and the manager busily walked somewhere.
After a while he returned with a two-headed wagon.
"How is it? The horses are descended from good horses from the Kyrgyz steppe country. The
craftsman who made the wagon is that famous... … .”
“It’s done. how much is this?"
“Originally, I should have received 500 Nyang from Hermit, but please give me 300 Nyang.”
He nodded his head without saying anything, far from bargaining.
“And look at the coachman, too.”
“Where are you going?”
“Shanseo Province Yeoryangyo.”
“Oops! You're going pretty far. It would take half a year to make the round trip. I don't know if
anyone will step up to do it.”
“How much is it?”
Yeonjeokha asked bluntly.
What is the point of working for half a year in a world where even demons work for money?
“You are a big distribution person. If you give a lot of money, no one will refuse even for a year, not
half a year. How about taking six months round trip and two hermits a month?”
"great. When will you be ready?”
"Did you have dinner?"
"no. I have to eat.”
“Then let’s have a meal at a nearby restaurant. I will have the coachman ready before the meal is
over.”
"all right. Can I do the math then?"
“Of course. Oh, and I'm saying this out of an old woman's heart, but don't pay the coachman's wages
in advance or late. If you give it in advance, it will run away in the middle, and if you give it late, you
can disappear with the carriage.”
“Don't worry about that. I don't take one or two wagon rides either.”
“Ah, yes, you did. I told you because you look so young. Then come and eat. In the meantime, find a
coachman I will do it.”
In the midst of seeing off the manager, he left the stable with Jeokwol Gongchwisan.
Yeonjeokha, who was walking down the street, looked away.
The man who had been staring at him from a distance hurriedly disappeared with a startled look on
his face.
Looking at the clean clothes, I don't think it's green, but I don't know who it is.
'I'll come to you if I have something to do.'
After walking a little further, a large and colorful spot caught my eye.
“Okho Cheonghyang . how is the old man Do you think you'll be good at cooking at this house?"
“I am not a ghost, how can I know just by looking at the signboard?”
"is it? Seeing a lot of people, I think I'm good at cooking. let's go."
“… … .”
Gongqushan silently followed his lead.
He felt strange when he saw the letters ‘Okho Cheonghyang’ engraved as if they were about to fly.
It was a phrase written on a jade bottle containing flower essence oil, which the sister-in-law loved
to use.
Looking back at the past, it seems that the time has come for me to die.
Chapter 433 -The clear scent of the jade bottle
Noh Do-kyung, the Demonic Cult’s eastern lion and the elven demon sword, looked at his opponent
with a nonchalant gaze.
There is no remorse.
He was just trying to confirm with his own body the power created by the famous religious method.
He had to know at least that much in order to report to the Jiao Master who was in hiding in
Tianshan.
However, I have no intention of bragging about it to my opponent.
Isn't that a foolish act that only first-timers of Murim would do?
Suddenly, the thinned face of Yeonnamcheon came to mind.
When he opened his mouth, he said something about Kang-ho's experience, and he was lax.
Lord Nodo, laughing, swung his sword.
squeak.
The mouth of Goonnam Song, the bloody corn, opened wide.
Blood poured from his severed neck, but his dangling arms didn't help.
Soon, Gunnam Song, who lost his balance, fell backwards.
Blood gushed from his throat and pooled around him.
Noh Do-kyung closely observed the opponent causing the final convulsions in a pool of blood.
The martial arts of the twelve horsemen seem to be somewhere between lower life and upper life.
In the Demonic Cult, those who belong to Sangsaeng are the elders and the seventh great lords.
Considering that Blood Oksu was only a county-level master in the past, this is an amazing
achievement.
Then what about the monsters?
Just when he thought about it, Gunnam Song's body split like a family paddy field.
Then, a black shadow popped out as it tore Song's body apart.
"omg!"
Nodo-kyung opened his mouth wide and took a step back from him.
As known in the Gangho, I thought that there would be super-heat demons, unicorn demons, demon
dragons, and thunder gods.
However, no matter how you look at it, the gigantic monster standing in front of him was an asura
from hell.
Like the Bodhisattva of Heaven that appeared after the death of Paedo Ilwicheon, the chief of the
Banyajang in the past, the monster that appeared in front of Noh Do-gyeong was different from
what was previously known.
It was a Yeomma that manifested itself according to the wish of the deceased, but Noh Do-gyeong
did not know.
In the Demonic Cult, Asura is the messenger of the Son of Heaven.
Noh Do-kyung couldn't help but conflict with the descending messenger of the Cheonjama in front
of him.
But the worries didn't last long.
Asura, who was looking around him with a sullen attitude, suddenly waved his hand.
The blood-colored Jangyeong flew to Noh Do-gyeong.
At first glance, it looked similar to Gunnam Song's blood corn, but it was the size of a pot lid.
Boom!
Noh Do-kyung's sword cut Jang-young apart.
However, Do-kyung Noh had to take a step back in the aftermath.
"crazy!"
Profanity came out of Noh Do-kyung's mouth.
The monster's power was 'co-existence'.
It was amazing that the ability that was somewhere between ‘hasaeng’ and ‘coexistence’ was
leaping to coexistence.
“Kuaaa!”
Asura, who was screaming, flew up into the air and landed on Noh Do-gyeong.
Before Asura's body could even touch, a strange energy pressed down on Noh Do-gyeong.
It was pure magic.
If he had been a soldier of the right sect, he would have felt dizzy, but his opponent was a master of
the Demonic Cult.
Noh Do-gyeong was rather encouraged.
After getting, the ‘Hwangeom Nodo’ and the ending of marriage, ‘Deadlock Sword Heaven’ unfolded
one after another.
The sword energy that rose like a raging sword penetrated Asura's entire body.
Then, a huge sword-image as black as pitch-black fell on the top of Asura's head.
“Quaaaaa!”
Asura struggled in pain, but he did not collapse.
Although the 'Deadlock Blade' was excellent, it was not possible to end Asura's life at once.
When Asura didn't fall down, a sigh escaped unconsciously from Noh Do-kyung's mouth.
"ha! It's difficult when this happens... … .”
When Magi and Magi meet, it is difficult to inflict fatal wounds unless one side is superior.
Asura and he herself did it.
In the end, it is said that a boring battle must be held.
After experiencing Asura's demonic energy, it wasn't that he couldn't handle it, but he didn't have
the confidence to kill her in one shot.
Asura, who had fled behind her, opened her dark mouth and lunged again.
Maybe an hour (15 minutes) has passed?
I could feel the presence on the mountain.
It seems that the Myeongwang cult members started to move at the sound of Asura's scream.
“Ah! Eat and leave!”
After pouring his sword energy into Asura, Do-kyung Noh ran away like lightning with her Cheonma-
bound ball.
Asura, who had suddenly lost her goal, hesitated for a moment, the Myeongwang cultists appeared.
When Asura saw her human, a raspy scream flowed from her mouth.
“Kyaaaaa!”
The startled Myeongwang cultists scattered in all directions like locusts.
A chase after chase took place between Asura and the Myungwang cults in Mt.
Asura tore to death twenty-five Myeongwang cultists before Baekdu demon forces came forward.
It's a shame because there were no 12 horsemen among the victims.
After killing Asura, the Baekdu Horsemen summoned the Twelve Horsemen who had descended.
And I found out that Asura was the blood corn Goonnam Song.
However, it is never known who actually killed him.
That night.
Three Baekduma soldiers gathered in Gwangmyeongjeong.
Honsei Swordsman Cheok Jin-kyung, who had been sighing deeply, said with a puzzled face.
“Maybe it would be good, since Myeongwanggyo has no masters to deal with the twelve horsemen
who have become demons? Every time this happens, we can't come out.”
Evil Buddha Bangcheongak brought out the words that were in his heart.
“We should reconsider making more twelve horsemen. It's a shame because it was a normal
prisoner who died today.
Chuck Jinkyung silently nodded his head.
That sounds right.
If the number of demons had increased, the Baekdu demons might have escaped.
Kang Sang-pi, a spirited demon, was very excited and asked while grinding his teeth.
“Do you think Danggeum Murim has enough power to come all the way to Mt. Yeo and kill the
Twelve Horsemen?”
Then Bang Cheon-gak replied with an ambiguous face.
“Except for famous schools and Hocheonmaeng, there is nothing… … . Ah, even the demons can do
it.”
Because he had recently met Noh Do-gyeong, he mentioned the Demonic Cult.
However, Cheok Jin-kyung had a different idea.
“I’m sure it’s not Noh Do-kyung. We treated him generously, so he couldn't have stuck a knife in his
back? What do you regret?”
Bang Cheon-gak could not refute that statement.
As he said, there was no reason for the Demonic Cult to touch the Myeongwang Cult.
It was he who rejected the Myeongwang religion.
In addition, in the Demonic Cult, there is a mountain of magical techniques that are superior to the
Myeongwanggyo technique.
Sangpi Kang said.
"If it's false, are you saying it's one of the famous schools or the Hocheon League?"
"Okay. As you know, we must be blind to famous schools, and it is clear that the Hocheonmaeng also
regard us as easy opponents.”
“Damn, that range is too wide.”
Bangcheongak, who had been listening quietly, changed the topic.
“There is no clue about the culprit, so it will be difficult to find. I want you to think about managing
the Twelve Horses rather than wasting your energy on impossible tasks. What do you two think?”
Cheok Jin-gyeong looked at Bangcheongak with uncomfortable eyes.
For some reason, it didn't feel right to keep mentioning the Twelve Horsemen from earlier.
“What do you mean specifically by managing the Twelve Horses?”
“Didn't we offer a sacrifice for the twelve horsemen in a competitive way at Mt. Lu? By the way, how
was your day? What if the Twelve Horsemen were mixed among the disciples? If so, would we have
been able to deal with the demons?”
“Are you saying you shouldn’t make twelve horsemen?”
"exactly."
Then Kang Sang-pi refuted.
“I am against it. It's like saying don't soak the intestines because you're afraid of maggots. In order
for our school to be on par with the Yumyeong School and the Hocheon League, we need more 12
Horsemen. If you lost one today, you'll have to build two tomorrow, why are you quitting?”
It is the sound of pushing forward with the number of twelve horsemen.
Cheok Jin-gyeong also had the same thoughts as Kang Sang-pi about the twelve horse soldiers.
“There is some truth in the words of evil Buddha, but I think it is time to raise the world. Wouldn't it
be known if the King of Heaven came out among us? Until then, I'll have to raise the Twelve
Horsemen.”
“If something like today happens again in the future, how do you say such things to deal with it?”
Bangcheongak did not back down.
Among the disciples who died today, there were those who were preparing to become the Twelve
Horsemen.
What if they were completed with twelve horsemen?
Isn't that terrible?
However, Cheok Jin-gyeong and Kang Sang-pi also insisted on the training of the twelve horses until
the end.
In the end, the meeting ended without reaching any conclusion.
***
starlight.
infinite.
around lunchtime.
After getting off at the Infinite Wharf, the couple headed for the stable.
to save horses and wagons.
The weather was very cold now, so it was impossible to travel long distances on foot.
As he entered the barn, an old caretaker hurried over.
“Confucius, what are you looking for?”
“Wagon.”
“There is a two-headed wagon that is in good condition. Would you like to see it?”
Yeonjeokha nodded, and the manager busily walked somewhere.
After a while he returned with a two-headed wagon.
"How is it? The horses are descended from good horses from the Kyrgyz steppe country. The
craftsman who made the wagon is that famous... … .”
“It’s done. how much is this?"
“Originally, I should have received 500 Nyang from Hermit, but please give me 300 Nyang.”
He nodded his head without saying anything, far from bargaining.
“And look at the coachman, too.”
“Where are you going?”
“Shanseo Province Yeoryangyo.”
“Oops! You're going pretty far. It would take half a year to make the round trip. I don't know if
anyone will step up to do it.”
“How much is it?”
Yeonjeokha asked bluntly.
What is the point of working for half a year in a world where even demons work for money?
“You are a big distribution person. If you give a lot of money, no one will refuse even for a year, not
half a year. How about taking six months round trip and two hermits a month?”
"great. When will you be ready?”
"Did you have dinner?"
"no. I have to eat.”
“Then let’s have a meal at a nearby restaurant. I will have the coachman ready before the meal is
over.”
"all right. Can I do the math then?"
“Of course. Oh, and I'm saying this out of an old woman's heart, but don't pay the coachman's wages
in advance or late. If you give it in advance, it will run away in the middle, and if you give it late, you
can disappear with the carriage.”
“Don't worry about that. I don't take one or two wagon rides either.”
“Ah, yes, you did. I told you because you look so young. Then come and eat. In the meantime, find a
coachman I will do it.”
In the midst of seeing off the manager, he left the stable with Jeokwol Gongchwisan.
Yeonjeokha, who was walking down the street, looked away.
The man who had been staring at him from a distance hurriedly disappeared with a startled look on
his face.
Looking at the clean clothes, I don't think it's green, but I don't know who it is.
'I'll come to you if I have something to do.'
After walking a little further, a large and colorful spot caught my eye.
“Okho Cheonghyang . how is the old man Do you think you'll be good at cooking at this house?"
“I am not a ghost, how can I know just by looking at the signboard?”
"is it? Seeing a lot of people, I think I'm good at cooking. let's go."
“… … .”
Gongqushan silently followed his lead.
He felt strange when he saw the letters ‘Okho Cheonghyang’ engraved as if they were about to fly.
It was a phrase written on a jade bottle containing flower essence oil, which the sister-in-law loved
to use.
Looking back at the past, it seems that the time has come for me to die.
