Chapter 447 - The happiest and most fulfilling day
The cold feeling dripping down his face made Gongqushan in the red moon slowly open his eyes.
Shoot aaaaa...
It was raining from the dark sky.
Since the rites started around sundown, it seems that time has passed quite a bit.
Did it fail?
That was all my first thought.
If so, why did the sister-in-law let me live?
The cult leader who annihilated Taeilgwan because of the ‘Taesangjeongil Advent Divine Spell’?
I couldn't understand it when I thought of the religious leader who had captured him in Mt.
Gongchwisan, who had been lying on his back and being hit by raindrops all over his body, stood up.
I don't know why, but he himself is still alive.
Once overcoming the crisis of death, the will to live was born intensely.
It was pouring rain, so I couldn't see an inch ahead.
He got up from his seat and started walking cautiously.
Every time his foot fell into a puddle, his upper body buckled violently.
His back hurt as if it would break, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed his moans.
It seemed that the famous cultists would come out and grab him by the back, but fortunately that didn't happen.
It's when he stutters forward, flailing his hands.
rumble. thud.
A nearby lightning strike brightened the surroundings once.
“… … .”
Gongquan Mountain froze in place.
Darkness descended again.
Shoot aaaaa...
In the darkness, only the sound of rain could be heard.
“Where are you?”
He should have noticed right away the first time he opened his eyes.
Rain in the middle of winter.
Besides, it was drenched in the rain, but it wasn't cold.
Crucially, the surroundings briefly seen during the thunderstorm were not Mount Pungji.
***
Shanxi.
Fungji Mountain.
Fortunately, the wagon was quietly in its place.
The coachman did not come down from the coachman's seat even after seeing the river drop coming down from the mountain.
“Gongja, please get on. When it gets darker, I can't move.”
He had a look on his face that he couldn't start any faster.
He did not want to spend the night at Mt. Pungji, the sacred site of famous religious sects.
I got on the carriage with a sullen face.
I didn't even set a destination, but the carriage hurried forward.
Looking at the direction, it seems to be going to a nearby village.
It was already dark outside the window, so I couldn't see anything well.
I glanced back toward Mt.
The days I spent busy months trying to get out of the language felt like a dream.
'ha! The old man must be dead?'
Knowing so many of the cult leader's secrets, it would be difficult for him to survive.
Thinking of him made Gu Cheon-no's old sim come to mind.
Gongchwisan and old sim are similar in many ways.
From Sapa to Sangong (散功).
Of course, Gongchwisan's gongpower was destroyed by himself, and he broke the heartache himself.
The wagon, which had run like crazy, rattled, slowly slowed down.
After a while, the carriage stopped and Yeonjeokha went outside.
Finding a snot-sized inn in the dark! Once again, the coachman feels great.
This time the coachman also followed them into the inn.
When Yeonjeokha found an empty seat and sat down, the coachman approached with a face full of words.
“Come on, Gongja.”
"yes?"
“Where are you planning to go now? It's been a long time since he left home.”
It sounds like you want to go home
He nodded his head in suspense.
After wandering around the country for months, it is only natural that he wants to go home.
He himself also wants to go to the Namyeon Inn in the opening and take a rest, but he is horrified.
“You’re going back to inn, right? I will go to Hefei.”
The coachman's eyes lit up at the word 'Hapbi'.
This is why you can accompany him to Jeongju.
“If Confucius goes to Hefei, I would like to accompany him to Zhengzhou. Will you be okay?”
The coachman secretly looked at the jeokha.
Of course I would allow it, but I was cautious because there was only one thing.
"is it so. Then I will go to Jeongju together.”
“Yes, yes. Knowing that, I will go to the stable.”
The coachman, who was guaranteed employment until Jeongju again, left the inn with a bright face.
I laughed at the back of the coachman who was in a row.
Looking at it, it seems that he had been thinking about it the whole time he was waiting at Mt. Pungji.
***
Ipchun.
Ha Nam.
Jeongju.
Around the time the spring energy forms at the tips of the branches, the couple arrived at Jeongju.
After a long winter, the city was noisy until the early evening.
I didn't want to get caught up in the hassle of dating, so I didn't leave the room.
the next morning.
The coachman brought a middle-aged man with a good impression of her, saying he met her in the stable.
"It's called Gokseong."
“Did you hear where it was going? Please take good care of me.”
I liked the benevolent impression of the new coachman who was riding.
It is said that when he gets older, his life will appear on his face.
Gokseong, a middle-aged man, had the same face for about a hundred years even if he had not been able to practice Jeokseon.
In addition to Wolbong, he gave ten more silver coins to the coachman he had been with.
“Oops! what so much... … .”
The coachman received it politely with both hands.
I don't know how many times I thought of running away after learning that the owner of the carriage was the head of the green forest.
However, he endured it, knowing that he would not be able to return to his hometown and live a normal life.
He was patient.
Consistent with his notoriety, the practitioner did not quarrel with anyone.
Even the monthly salary was paid on time.
Where is that?
He added ten more hermits for all his hard work.
This was money he had never received even though he had served the great swordsman of Murim.
The coachman glanced at the wailing.
He was a very quiet practitioner, so he did not teach him the identity of the practitioner.
He honestly knew that if he knew who he was, he would be reluctant to volunteer.
If he had known that the owner of the carriage was to be a rival of Green Forest, he would never have taken it.
'Well, he seems like a nice person, but he must take care of himself.'
He also saw that he received ten more hermits, so he will serve them faithfully.
Believing so, the coachman left happily.
“Confucius, I will go out first and take care of the horse.”
Gokseong kept glancing out the window, as if he was bothered by the carriage parked at the entrance.
"is it so. I'll have a cup of tea and leave."
Yeonjeokha, who was left alone, enjoyed the scent of tea for a long time.
The thought of going to Namgung Sega already makes his heart flutter.
Spring, tea, and Namgungse.
That alone makes me feel happy.
"Feel so good!"
I jumped up from the place where I emptied my teacup.
Looking back, his life so far has been nothing more than an errand boy for a green grocer or a famous religious leader.
But that's all over.
Visiting the Namgung family was only for himself.
As he went outside, a wailing approached.
“Gongja-nim, shall we depart?”
“Yes, please go to the opening first. If you follow the Yellow River, it will come out as huawang Village.”
“Yes, I will take you to the opening hwawang village.”
As Yeon Jeok-ha climbed into the carriage, the wailing quickly rose to the driver's seat.
It was a lighter movement than normal coachmen.
“Hey!”
Wailing lightly shook the reins, and the carriage moved slowly.
***
Jeongju.
Jungmu-hyeon Mantanjin.
around sunset.
Two wagons carrying Yeonjeokha moved slowly along the banks of the Yellow River.
No matter how long it was along the river, it felt a bit slow.
However, the jeokha did not urge him to leave quickly.
It was around sunset anyway, so I had to take a night off in a nearby village.
The coachman must have been calmly driving the wagon with the same thought in mind.
As expected, Gokseong stopped the carriage in front of a shabby empty house on the outskirts of the village.
When Yeonjeokha got off the carriage, a wailing sounded.
“Since there seems to be no inn, we took them to an empty house. A proper meal will be possible only tomorrow.”
I mean, let's just eat dinner.
He nodded his head in suspense.
No matter how much it was, it was still better to be empty than homeless.
"is it so. Shall we take a look at your cooking skills?”
“It's not a great skill, but I'll try my best to make it. Please wait a moment.”
Gokseong unloaded the cauldron and food ingredients from the wagon and started the fire.
It's because it's hard to cook or anything when it's dark.
While he prepared the meal while humming songs, he took a walk along the riverside.
After a while, Yeon Jeok-ha, who returned from a walk, opened his eyes wide.
The veranda of the empty house was full of plausible dishes, as if they had been brought from a restaurant.
“No, what kind of dish is this? I thought I was just going to boil porridge?”
"haha. When I was young, I worked as a hostess for a long time, so it happened like this.”
“Wow! Was it a sleepover? From Gyeongjangyuksa (京醬肉絲, stir-fried pork) to the starter (炒飯, fried rice) to dosakmyeon (刀削面, noodles). You don't have to go looking for spots anymore, do you?"
“The ingredients were only pork and flour, so I made it roughly. Enjoy your meal anyway.”
“I will eat well.”
He grabbed the chopsticks and ate them greedily.
It seemed to be more delicious than usual because it was an unexpected dish.
That night.
I slept more sweetly than at the inn where I was connected.
Even though it was a night in an abandoned house, it must have been because the food was as good as the food at the restaurant.
Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the half-shattered window, illuminating her eyelids.
Only then did Yeonjeokha's eyes slowly open.
Yesterday was the happiest and most fulfilling day in recent times.
In particular, the early stage that Gokseong made was the best I've ever tasted.
'Should I ask for the beginning in the morning too?'
As soon as I opened my eyes, I remembered the beginning, it seems that I really enjoyed the meal.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had risen from his seat and stretched, froze with his arms outstretched.
quiet?
The surroundings were strangely silent.
I didn't feel the sound of the horse's galling, or the presence of people at all.
Do you feel as if you are the only one left in this world?
“Mister Gok?”
As he went outside, he called the coachman's name.
However, there was no answer from Gokseong.
“Mister Gok!”
When Yeonjeokha pushed hard on the gate, the two sides of the gate fell apart with the sound of ‘Crunch!’.
“Fuck! Uncle Song! did you run away? With my carriage?”
The two horses and carriage were nowhere to be seen in the yard or anywhere nearby.
Full happiness ended in just one day.
“No, there are all cases of dogs like this, right? What a bad thing I did! to the coachman He doesn't curse at me, and he's the one who puts extra money on top of his monthly salary! Why are you doing this to me!”
The desperate cry of the jeokha shook the mantanjin.
“Your uncle didn’t look like that! It's really not okay to cheat with a face like that! Seebaal!”
I was so angry that I had tears in my eyes.
He couldn't believe that he had been stabbed in the back of the head in Gangho again.
The memory of being scammed when buying a Namyeon guesthouse in the past came to mind as if it had happened yesterday.
Then the pain doubled.
“It’s okay if you get hit once, why did you get hit again stupidly? Am I sick?”
I should have been suspicious.
Where in the world is there a coachman who is so good at cooking?
Even when she punched her chest with her fist, the cry that ran away did not come back.
“Oh, fuck, my backpack?”
I jumped into the room behind the mating.
Fortunately, thanks to the habit of not letting go of the bamboo backpack, it remained.
When I opened the lid, the luggage inside was still intact.
I don't know if it was a trivial thing that I left behind or if I didn't touch it because I was afraid it would wake me up, but I was fortunate in my misfortune.
“I never trust people who look good.”
He was carrying the burden on his back while sharpening his teeth.
At that moment, there was a ‘rumbling’ sound from the ship.
Then, without even realizing it, the sweet and salty early days of last night came to mind.
Even though I hated people, I missed the beginning.
Chapter 447 - The happiest and most fulfilling day
The cold feeling dripping down his face made Gongqushan in the red moon slowly open his eyes.
Shoot aaaaa...
It was raining from the dark sky.
Since the rites started around sundown, it seems that time has passed quite a bit.
Did it fail?
That was all my first thought.
If so, why did the sister-in-law let me live?
The cult leader who annihilated Taeilgwan because of the ‘Taesangjeongil Advent Divine Spell’?
I couldn't understand it when I thought of the religious leader who had captured him in Mt.
Gongchwisan, who had been lying on his back and being hit by raindrops all over his body, stood up.
I don't know why, but he himself is still alive.
Once overcoming the crisis of death, the will to live was born intensely.
It was pouring rain, so I couldn't see an inch ahead.
He got up from his seat and started walking cautiously.
Every time his foot fell into a puddle, his upper body buckled violently.
His back hurt as if it would break, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed his moans.
It seemed that the famous cultists would come out and grab him by the back, but fortunately that didn't happen.
It's when he stutters forward, flailing his hands.
rumble. thud.
A nearby lightning strike brightened the surroundings once.
“… … .”
Gongquan Mountain froze in place.
Darkness descended again.
Shoot aaaaa...
In the darkness, only the sound of rain could be heard.
“Where are you?”
He should have noticed right away the first time he opened his eyes.
Rain in the middle of winter.
Besides, it was drenched in the rain, but it wasn't cold.
Crucially, the surroundings briefly seen during the thunderstorm were not Mount Pungji.
***
Shanxi.
Fungji Mountain.
Fortunately, the wagon was quietly in its place.
The coachman did not come down from the coachman's seat even after seeing the river drop coming down from the mountain.
“Gongja, please get on. When it gets darker, I can't move.”
He had a look on his face that he couldn't start any faster.
He did not want to spend the night at Mt. Pungji, the sacred site of famous religious sects.
I got on the carriage with a sullen face.
I didn't even set a destination, but the carriage hurried forward.
Looking at the direction, it seems to be going to a nearby village.
It was already dark outside the window, so I couldn't see anything well.
I glanced back toward Mt.
The days I spent busy months trying to get out of the language felt like a dream.
'ha! The old man must be dead?'
Knowing so many of the cult leader's secrets, it would be difficult for him to survive.
Thinking of him made Gu Cheon-no's old sim come to mind.
Gongchwisan and old sim are similar in many ways.
From Sapa to Sangong (散功).
Of course, Gongchwisan's gongpower was destroyed by himself, and he broke the heartache himself.
The wagon, which had run like crazy, rattled, slowly slowed down.
After a while, the carriage stopped and Yeonjeokha went outside.
Finding a snot-sized inn in the dark! Once again, the coachman feels great.
This time the coachman also followed them into the inn.
When Yeonjeokha found an empty seat and sat down, the coachman approached with a face full of words.
“Come on, Gongja.”
"yes?"
“Where are you planning to go now? It's been a long time since he left home.”
It sounds like you want to go home
He nodded his head in suspense.
After wandering around the country for months, it is only natural that he wants to go home.
He himself also wants to go to the Namyeon Inn in the opening and take a rest, but he is horrified.
“You’re going back to inn, right? I will go to Hefei.”
The coachman's eyes lit up at the word 'Hapbi'.
This is why you can accompany him to Jeongju.
“If Confucius goes to Hefei, I would like to accompany him to Zhengzhou. Will you be okay?”
The coachman secretly looked at the jeokha.
Of course I would allow it, but I was cautious because there was only one thing.
"is it so. Then I will go to Jeongju together.”
“Yes, yes. Knowing that, I will go to the stable.”
The coachman, who was guaranteed employment until Jeongju again, left the inn with a bright face.
I laughed at the back of the coachman who was in a row.
Looking at it, it seems that he had been thinking about it the whole time he was waiting at Mt. Pungji.
***
Ipchun.
Ha Nam.
Jeongju.
Around the time the spring energy forms at the tips of the branches, the couple arrived at Jeongju.
After a long winter, the city was noisy until the early evening.
I didn't want to get caught up in the hassle of dating, so I didn't leave the room.
the next morning.
The coachman brought a middle-aged man with a good impression of her, saying he met her in the stable.
"It's called Gokseong."
“Did you hear where it was going? Please take good care of me.”
I liked the benevolent impression of the new coachman who was riding.
It is said that when he gets older, his life will appear on his face.
Gokseong, a middle-aged man, had the same face for about a hundred years even if he had not been able to practice Jeokseon.
In addition to Wolbong, he gave ten more silver coins to the coachman he had been with.
“Oops! what so much... … .”
The coachman received it politely with both hands.
I don't know how many times I thought of running away after learning that the owner of the carriage was the head of the green forest.
However, he endured it, knowing that he would not be able to return to his hometown and live a normal life.
He was patient.
Consistent with his notoriety, the practitioner did not quarrel with anyone.
Even the monthly salary was paid on time.
Where is that?
He added ten more hermits for all his hard work.
This was money he had never received even though he had served the great swordsman of Murim.
The coachman glanced at the wailing.
He was a very quiet practitioner, so he did not teach him the identity of the practitioner.
He honestly knew that if he knew who he was, he would be reluctant to volunteer.
If he had known that the owner of the carriage was to be a rival of Green Forest, he would never have taken it.
'Well, he seems like a nice person, but he must take care of himself.'
He also saw that he received ten more hermits, so he will serve them faithfully.
Believing so, the coachman left happily.
“Confucius, I will go out first and take care of the horse.”
Gokseong kept glancing out the window, as if he was bothered by the carriage parked at the entrance.
"is it so. I'll have a cup of tea and leave."
Yeonjeokha, who was left alone, enjoyed the scent of tea for a long time.
The thought of going to Namgung Sega already makes his heart flutter.
Spring, tea, and Namgungse.
That alone makes me feel happy.
"Feel so good!"
I jumped up from the place where I emptied my teacup.
Looking back, his life so far has been nothing more than an errand boy for a green grocer or a famous religious leader.
But that's all over.
Visiting the Namgung family was only for himself.
As he went outside, a wailing approached.
“Gongja-nim, shall we depart?”
“Yes, please go to the opening first. If you follow the Yellow River, it will come out as huawang Village.”
“Yes, I will take you to the opening hwawang village.”
As Yeon Jeok-ha climbed into the carriage, the wailing quickly rose to the driver's seat.
It was a lighter movement than normal coachmen.
“Hey!”
Wailing lightly shook the reins, and the carriage moved slowly.
***
Jeongju.
Jungmu-hyeon Mantanjin.
around sunset.
Two wagons carrying Yeonjeokha moved slowly along the banks of the Yellow River.
No matter how long it was along the river, it felt a bit slow.
However, the jeokha did not urge him to leave quickly.
It was around sunset anyway, so I had to take a night off in a nearby village.
The coachman must have been calmly driving the wagon with the same thought in mind.
As expected, Gokseong stopped the carriage in front of a shabby empty house on the outskirts of the village.
When Yeonjeokha got off the carriage, a wailing sounded.
“Since there seems to be no inn, we took them to an empty house. A proper meal will be possible only tomorrow.”
I mean, let's just eat dinner.
He nodded his head in suspense.
No matter how much it was, it was still better to be empty than homeless.
"is it so. Shall we take a look at your cooking skills?”
“It's not a great skill, but I'll try my best to make it. Please wait a moment.”
Gokseong unloaded the cauldron and food ingredients from the wagon and started the fire.
It's because it's hard to cook or anything when it's dark.
While he prepared the meal while humming songs, he took a walk along the riverside.
After a while, Yeon Jeok-ha, who returned from a walk, opened his eyes wide.
The veranda of the empty house was full of plausible dishes, as if they had been brought from a restaurant.
“No, what kind of dish is this? I thought I was just going to boil porridge?”
"haha. When I was young, I worked as a hostess for a long time, so it happened like this.”
“Wow! Was it a sleepover? From Gyeongjangyuksa (京醬肉絲, stir-fried pork) to the starter (炒飯, fried rice) to dosakmyeon (刀削面, noodles). You don't have to go looking for spots anymore, do you?"
“The ingredients were only pork and flour, so I made it roughly. Enjoy your meal anyway.”
“I will eat well.”
He grabbed the chopsticks and ate them greedily.
It seemed to be more delicious than usual because it was an unexpected dish.
That night.
I slept more sweetly than at the inn where I was connected.
Even though it was a night in an abandoned house, it must have been because the food was as good as the food at the restaurant.
Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the half-shattered window, illuminating her eyelids.
Only then did Yeonjeokha's eyes slowly open.
Yesterday was the happiest and most fulfilling day in recent times.
In particular, the early stage that Gokseong made was the best I've ever tasted.
'Should I ask for the beginning in the morning too?'
As soon as I opened my eyes, I remembered the beginning, it seems that I really enjoyed the meal.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had risen from his seat and stretched, froze with his arms outstretched.
quiet?
The surroundings were strangely silent.
I didn't feel the sound of the horse's galling, or the presence of people at all.
Do you feel as if you are the only one left in this world?
“Mister Gok?”
As he went outside, he called the coachman's name.
However, there was no answer from Gokseong.
“Mister Gok!”
When Yeonjeokha pushed hard on the gate, the two sides of the gate fell apart with the sound of ‘Crunch!’.
“Fuck! Uncle Song! did you run away? With my carriage?”
The two horses and carriage were nowhere to be seen in the yard or anywhere nearby.
Full happiness ended in just one day.
“No, there are all cases of dogs like this, right? What a bad thing I did! to the coachman He doesn't curse at me, and he's the one who puts extra money on top of his monthly salary! Why are you doing this to me!”
The desperate cry of the jeokha shook the mantanjin.
“Your uncle didn’t look like that! It's really not okay to cheat with a face like that! Seebaal!”
I was so angry that I had tears in my eyes.
He couldn't believe that he had been stabbed in the back of the head in Gangho again.
The memory of being scammed when buying a Namyeon guesthouse in the past came to mind as if it had happened yesterday.
Then the pain doubled.
“It’s okay if you get hit once, why did you get hit again stupidly? Am I sick?”
I should have been suspicious.
Where in the world is there a coachman who is so good at cooking?
Even when she punched her chest with her fist, the cry that ran away did not come back.
“Oh, fuck, my backpack?”
I jumped into the room behind the mating.
Fortunately, thanks to the habit of not letting go of the bamboo backpack, it remained.
When I opened the lid, the luggage inside was still intact.
I don't know if it was a trivial thing that I left behind or if I didn't touch it because I was afraid it would wake me up, but I was fortunate in my misfortune.
“I never trust people who look good.”
He was carrying the burden on his back while sharpening his teeth.
At that moment, there was a ‘rumbling’ sound from the ship.
Then, without even realizing it, the sweet and salty early days of last night came to mind.
Even though I hated people, I missed the beginning.
