"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 92 - jukbang method
There are as many ways to kill people as there are reasons to kill people.
You can poison, trap, stealthily ambush, or fight squarely.
Jukbang preferred the most popular method.
Perhaps it was because of the tastes of Sam Gongja Shim Yeong-chun, who was in charge of the jukbang.
Shim Young-choon likes to beat to death in the middle of the day, especially in the downtown area.
Aren't you afraid of the country's laws?
That only applies to ordinary people.
If a petty thief or gangster kills a person, he or she is taken to the government office, but those who say they use their strength in the river are an exception.
The reality is that even when they hit and kill someone, they praise them for being “brave.”
Of course, if the person who was beaten to death had great personal connections—for example, blood relatives of the lord of the castle—the brave man would have to run away as well.
Under the influence of Sim Yeong-chun, the killers of Jukbang also enjoyed killing in public.
The number of arrows mobilized increased or decreased depending on the opponent's inaction, but the method was similar.
To visit, fight, and kill.
That's why Ma Chun-wu, the seven-year-old killer of Jukbang, started a fight at Yonghuiru.
“What are you doing bastard?”
Ma Chun-wu smiled and answered Poong-yeon-cho's question.
“It’s a guest, you bastard. The liquor was rotten, and the girls were all in good spirits, collecting only the things that came to them. Go ahead and tell your master to come.”
A courtesan who was watching intervened.
“It is a lie. I drank all of the alcohol, said I liked Sohyang, and kneaded it next to her, and suddenly I was like shit. How is it that our sohyang is pitiful? You're not dead, are you?"
“You bitch, where dare you blow your snout? Know that your next turn will be four years.”
Poongyeoncho was stunned by the man's threat.
No matter how much Giru is, he shouldn't behave like a careless person like that.
"This bastard, if you come to Giru, you're going to have to treat yourself well. What kind of crazy things are you doing!"
Ma Tianyu laughed and stepped on the courtesan's head.
“Kuuuu! Why are you so excited all of a sudden? Can you be the pillar of this year? huh? Is it like that?”
“Ah! You crazy bastard!”
Enraged by the continued mockery, Poong Yeon-cho threw herself like a defense and attacked her man.
Then, as if she had waited, Ma Chun-wu pulled out his Bak-do and shot it down with the momentum of a double-edged sword.
shhh.
Surprised, Poongyeoncho hurriedly rolled to the side to avoid it.
However, the opponent's Tao was so fast that the waist dance split into a long part.
Seeing how hot it is, it looks like the skin has also been cut.
In an unexpected situation, he couldn't hide his puzzled expression.
I didn't understand why he spread such vicious grass from the beginning.
'I don't have any grudges, so why?'
Poong Yeon-cho, who got up from her seat, hurriedly pulled out her sword and glared at the drunken guest.
After the surprise attack ended in failure, Ma Tianyu raised his momentum even more.
Now that Poongyeoncho is fully prepared, it is about to respond calmly.
The two of them slowly moved to the centre of the forearm while maintaining an appropriate distance.
Suddenly, Poongyeoncho's eyes lit up.
'Didn't he say he drank all the alcohol?'
But now the man's eyes were glistening not with drunkenness, but with life.
It is said that he woke up from alcohol or pretended to be drunk.
Judging by the way he held his sword; he was one step above the upper guards he had dealt with in the past.
His heart sank when he thought, ‘If I do something wrong, I may not be able to see my family.
'Sorry. I have to die.'
Having made up his mind, Poong Yeon-cho slowly lowered the bakdo.
It is the standard ceremony for the ascension of the flying dragon.
Ma Tianyu glared at the windmill with strange eyes.
In general, lowering the point of his sword means that he has “switched his stance from offense to defense.”
As long as you haven't mastered super-high swordsmanship or swordsmanship, that's right.
If the opponent gets scared and cowers, that's the table set.
He naturally twisted his upper body to hide his left hand from his view.
As he straightened his posture again, three steel needles hung from his fingers.
He is trying to spread his seasonal season, Samcheomsal.
Ma Chun-wu, who was playfully spinning his bak-do, brushed his left hand at one point.
Papa pat.
At the same time, he raised his sword above his head and sent his body flying.
Who said that lowering the tip of a knife is defense!
Poongyeoncho has taken a step forward by attracting the spirit of the white porcelain.
Bakdo soared into the air, dancing with the jija [zhī].
teeting.
The river needle bounced with a faint sound.
Ma Tianyu hurriedly turned his sword as he was about to strike down the opponent with the force of Taishan Tack.
It was to remove the pottery from under his chin.
each.
At that moment, the sound of the blades being crushed resonated in my ears like an auditory hallucination.
But there was no room for surprise.
It was because the Bakdo of Poongyeoncho, which turned elegantly in the air, fell over my head.
“… … .”
Even before the scream came out.
Ma Tianyu's body split in two from the top of his head to his groin.
Iron flip. Tuduk.
Red blood poured out at once like a river.
Poongyeoncho, who looked down at the man with bitter eyes, slowly turned around.
The housekeepers who were watching from afar rushed over and started cleaning.
Poongyeoncho, which was walking towards the residence of the escort warriors, stopped.
It wasn't because he found Takgomyeong running frantically from the other side.
Suddenly, his left shoulder tingled.
Looking at the throbbing here and there, it seems that he was quite nervous.
Certainly, the man was strong.
The reason he is alive is entirely thanks to the white porcelain structure and the Gucheon tax law.
The moment he let out a sigh of relief, his eyes widened.
"Older brother!"
Hearing Takgomyeong's cry, Poongyeoncho slowly collapsed.
I have to go home... … .
***
release.
Cheonhyang Spot.
Late at night, two men sat facing each other in the innermost bamboo room.
They are Sim Yeong-chun, the three masters, and Yuksal Gongjin-dan, who are in charge of the jukbang.
Both of them didn't look good.
“Did you just say that Ma Tianyu is dead?”
"Yes."
Gongjindan did not dare to raise his face.
For the past three years, no one has died during an assassination attempt, and that record has been broken today.
"her! Seven years old was killed by that idiot from Waryongjang?”
“… … .”
Gongjindan's head bent even more.
“Is he even an elder of Chilpaimun? no. Waryongjang doesn't have that level of master. Wouldn't it be known if it was Waryong Swordsman Yeonmubaek? The rest are just dumbass. Besides, he said he wasn't even Mr. Yeon? Then he says he's from Nangin, but he was killed by a guy like that for seven years? Fuck! Do you think that makes sense!”
Quaang.
Shim Young-choon, unable to overcome his anger, slapped the table.
The gongjindan, which had been shrugging his shoulders, said with a crawling sound.
“It's not a complete failure, though. I fell down after being hit by a seven-year-old poison needle... … .”
“Such an asshole! Say it! What the hell are you doing with shit on my face! Can't you see that Jukbang's reputation has fallen to the ground!”
“Forgive me.”
Gong Jin-dan lowered his head so that his chin touched his chest.
It was true that this incident had shaken the three Gongja's position in Cheonhyang Banjeom.
Shim Youngchun, who was glaring at the crown of Gongjindan’s head, said.
“Finish yourself, you bastard.”
“Honorable name!”
The Gongjindan responded without delay.
He was poisoned by the seven-year-old's poison, so he would die if left alone, but he couldn't go against the orders of the three princes.
***
Poongyeoncho did not return home that night.
He couldn't go because of his drowsy mind, so he remained at Yonghui Road.
Gomyeong Tak sent a helper to Poongyeoncho's house to inform them of the situation, and stayed by Poongyeoncho's side.
Around midnight, the doctor visited, but the condition of Poongyeoncho gradually deteriorated.
the next morning.
Tak Go-myeong, who had been dozing off at the bedside of a windmill, woke up at the faint sound.
“Okay, Go Myung-ah… … .”
“Yes, brother!”
“The housekeeper must have waited… … .”
“Don't worry about that. My sister-in-law went last night.”
“… … .”
A sigh escaped from Poongyeoncho's mouth, who was staring blankly at the ceiling.
"ha! Did I do something wrong... … .”
“What kind of small grain is that?”
“I don’t feel good. I think I did something bad to my family who were living well without me.”
“Oops! what a nasty sound. The lack of energy is all because of its poison.”
“Poison?”
“Did you not know? A poisonous needle came out of my brother's shoulder. Don't worry too much because the congressman said he would look for medicines here and there. If it doesn't work out, go to the party... … .”
“Don’t talk like a party song.”
There was no way he would come running to escort Giru in a party known for his atrocities.
“But why did the guy who came to Giru use such a trick? It's the first time I've ever seen a poison needle. I don't think he's a normal guy.”
In fact, even for Murim people, things like poison needles were not something that could be easily accessed. So, it was natural for Takgomyeong to be suspicious.
“Who are you? him.”
“I don’t know yet. Everyone said they were new guests. Brother, can anyone guess? Someone worth living for, dear brother.”
“A lot.”
Poong Yeon-cho answered without hesitation, and Tak Go-myeong laughed poodle poodle.
It's a dumb question the more you think about it.
Where should there be one or two enemies? It could be the family members of the people who died from the bogus drugs sold by the brother-in-law, or the officials from the upstream who managed to recognize their faces.
"ha! I wish I could see the faces of my brothers before I die.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Contrary to what he said, Tak Go-myeong thought that he should send someone to Obongsanchae right away.
Maybe that will be the brother-in-law's last wish.
Looking at the swarthy complexion of Poongyeoncho, I thought I would die tomorrow.
***
Luoyang.
pointless point.
around noon.
Yeonjeokha, who opened his eyes late, slowly raised his upper body like a slug crawling.
"hungry. I can't lie down any longer."
“Cluck. I was going to see how long you were lying down, but are you awake now?”
"Last night's dream was troubled."
“Ah yes, yesterday, you woke up late the day before yesterday too.”
“Old Sim, do you know what physical pain is?”
With a serious face unsuitable for Yeon Jeok-ha, Gu Cheon-no also looked at his heartache.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 92 - jukbang method
There are as many ways to kill people as there are reasons to kill people.
You can poison, trap, stealthily ambush, or fight squarely.
Jukbang preferred the most popular method.
Perhaps it was because of the tastes of Sam Gongja Shim Yeong-chun, who was in charge of the jukbang.
Shim Young-choon likes to beat to death in the middle of the day, especially in the downtown area.
Aren't you afraid of the country's laws?
That only applies to ordinary people.
If a petty thief or gangster kills a person, he or she is taken to the government office, but those who say they use their strength in the river are an exception.
The reality is that even when they hit and kill someone, they praise them for being “brave.”
Of course, if the person who was beaten to death had great personal connections—for example, blood relatives of the lord of the castle—the brave man would have to run away as well.
Under the influence of Sim Yeong-chun, the killers of Jukbang also enjoyed killing in public.
The number of arrows mobilized increased or decreased depending on the opponent's inaction, but the method was similar.
To visit, fight, and kill.
That's why Ma Chun-wu, the seven-year-old killer of Jukbang, started a fight at Yonghuiru.
“What are you doing bastard?”
Ma Chun-wu smiled and answered Poong-yeon-cho's question.
“It’s a guest, you bastard. The liquor was rotten, and the girls were all in good spirits, collecting only the things that came to them. Go ahead and tell your master to come.”
A courtesan who was watching intervened.
“It is a lie. I drank all of the alcohol, said I liked Sohyang, and kneaded it next to her, and suddenly I was like shit. How is it that our sohyang is pitiful? You're not dead, are you?"
“You bitch, where dare you blow your snout? Know that your next turn will be four years.”
Poongyeoncho was stunned by the man's threat.
No matter how much Giru is, he shouldn't behave like a careless person like that.
"This bastard, if you come to Giru, you're going to have to treat yourself well. What kind of crazy things are you doing!"
Ma Tianyu laughed and stepped on the courtesan's head.
“Kuuuu! Why are you so excited all of a sudden? Can you be the pillar of this year? huh? Is it like that?”
“Ah! You crazy bastard!”
Enraged by the continued mockery, Poong Yeon-cho threw herself like a defense and attacked her man.
Then, as if she had waited, Ma Chun-wu pulled out his Bak-do and shot it down with the momentum of a double-edged sword.
shhh.
Surprised, Poongyeoncho hurriedly rolled to the side to avoid it.
However, the opponent's Tao was so fast that the waist dance split into a long part.
Seeing how hot it is, it looks like the skin has also been cut.
In an unexpected situation, he couldn't hide his puzzled expression.
I didn't understand why he spread such vicious grass from the beginning.
'I don't have any grudges, so why?'
Poong Yeon-cho, who got up from her seat, hurriedly pulled out her sword and glared at the drunken guest.
After the surprise attack ended in failure, Ma Tianyu raised his momentum even more.
Now that Poongyeoncho is fully prepared, it is about to respond calmly.
The two of them slowly moved to the centre of the forearm while maintaining an appropriate distance.
Suddenly, Poongyeoncho's eyes lit up.
'Didn't he say he drank all the alcohol?'
But now the man's eyes were glistening not with drunkenness, but with life.
It is said that he woke up from alcohol or pretended to be drunk.
Judging by the way he held his sword; he was one step above the upper guards he had dealt with in the past.
His heart sank when he thought, ‘If I do something wrong, I may not be able to see my family.
'Sorry. I have to die.'
Having made up his mind, Poong Yeon-cho slowly lowered the bakdo.
It is the standard ceremony for the ascension of the flying dragon.
Ma Tianyu glared at the windmill with strange eyes.
In general, lowering the point of his sword means that he has “switched his stance from offense to defense.”
As long as you haven't mastered super-high swordsmanship or swordsmanship, that's right.
If the opponent gets scared and cowers, that's the table set.
He naturally twisted his upper body to hide his left hand from his view.
As he straightened his posture again, three steel needles hung from his fingers.
He is trying to spread his seasonal season, Samcheomsal.
Ma Chun-wu, who was playfully spinning his bak-do, brushed his left hand at one point.
Papa pat.
At the same time, he raised his sword above his head and sent his body flying.
Who said that lowering the tip of a knife is defense!
Poongyeoncho has taken a step forward by attracting the spirit of the white porcelain.
Bakdo soared into the air, dancing with the jija [zhī].
teeting.
The river needle bounced with a faint sound.
Ma Tianyu hurriedly turned his sword as he was about to strike down the opponent with the force of Taishan Tack.
It was to remove the pottery from under his chin.
each.
At that moment, the sound of the blades being crushed resonated in my ears like an auditory hallucination.
But there was no room for surprise.
It was because the Bakdo of Poongyeoncho, which turned elegantly in the air, fell over my head.
“… … .”
Even before the scream came out.
Ma Tianyu's body split in two from the top of his head to his groin.
Iron flip. Tuduk.
Red blood poured out at once like a river.
Poongyeoncho, who looked down at the man with bitter eyes, slowly turned around.
The housekeepers who were watching from afar rushed over and started cleaning.
Poongyeoncho, which was walking towards the residence of the escort warriors, stopped.
It wasn't because he found Takgomyeong running frantically from the other side.
Suddenly, his left shoulder tingled.
Looking at the throbbing here and there, it seems that he was quite nervous.
Certainly, the man was strong.
The reason he is alive is entirely thanks to the white porcelain structure and the Gucheon tax law.
The moment he let out a sigh of relief, his eyes widened.
"Older brother!"
Hearing Takgomyeong's cry, Poongyeoncho slowly collapsed.
I have to go home... … .
***
release.
Cheonhyang Spot.
Late at night, two men sat facing each other in the innermost bamboo room.
They are Sim Yeong-chun, the three masters, and Yuksal Gongjin-dan, who are in charge of the jukbang.
Both of them didn't look good.
“Did you just say that Ma Tianyu is dead?”
"Yes."
Gongjindan did not dare to raise his face.
For the past three years, no one has died during an assassination attempt, and that record has been broken today.
"her! Seven years old was killed by that idiot from Waryongjang?”
“… … .”
Gongjindan's head bent even more.
“Is he even an elder of Chilpaimun? no. Waryongjang doesn't have that level of master. Wouldn't it be known if it was Waryong Swordsman Yeonmubaek? The rest are just dumbass. Besides, he said he wasn't even Mr. Yeon? Then he says he's from Nangin, but he was killed by a guy like that for seven years? Fuck! Do you think that makes sense!”
Quaang.
Shim Young-choon, unable to overcome his anger, slapped the table.
The gongjindan, which had been shrugging his shoulders, said with a crawling sound.
“It's not a complete failure, though. I fell down after being hit by a seven-year-old poison needle... … .”
“Such an asshole! Say it! What the hell are you doing with shit on my face! Can't you see that Jukbang's reputation has fallen to the ground!”
“Forgive me.”
Gong Jin-dan lowered his head so that his chin touched his chest.
It was true that this incident had shaken the three Gongja's position in Cheonhyang Banjeom.
Shim Youngchun, who was glaring at the crown of Gongjindan’s head, said.
“Finish yourself, you bastard.”
“Honorable name!”
The Gongjindan responded without delay.
He was poisoned by the seven-year-old's poison, so he would die if left alone, but he couldn't go against the orders of the three princes.
***
Poongyeoncho did not return home that night.
He couldn't go because of his drowsy mind, so he remained at Yonghui Road.
Gomyeong Tak sent a helper to Poongyeoncho's house to inform them of the situation, and stayed by Poongyeoncho's side.
Around midnight, the doctor visited, but the condition of Poongyeoncho gradually deteriorated.
the next morning.
Tak Go-myeong, who had been dozing off at the bedside of a windmill, woke up at the faint sound.
“Okay, Go Myung-ah… … .”
“Yes, brother!”
“The housekeeper must have waited… … .”
“Don't worry about that. My sister-in-law went last night.”
“… … .”
A sigh escaped from Poongyeoncho's mouth, who was staring blankly at the ceiling.
"ha! Did I do something wrong... … .”
“What kind of small grain is that?”
“I don’t feel good. I think I did something bad to my family who were living well without me.”
“Oops! what a nasty sound. The lack of energy is all because of its poison.”
“Poison?”
“Did you not know? A poisonous needle came out of my brother's shoulder. Don't worry too much because the congressman said he would look for medicines here and there. If it doesn't work out, go to the party... … .”
“Don’t talk like a party song.”
There was no way he would come running to escort Giru in a party known for his atrocities.
“But why did the guy who came to Giru use such a trick? It's the first time I've ever seen a poison needle. I don't think he's a normal guy.”
In fact, even for Murim people, things like poison needles were not something that could be easily accessed. So, it was natural for Takgomyeong to be suspicious.
“Who are you? him.”
“I don’t know yet. Everyone said they were new guests. Brother, can anyone guess? Someone worth living for, dear brother.”
“A lot.”
Poong Yeon-cho answered without hesitation, and Tak Go-myeong laughed poodle poodle.
It's a dumb question the more you think about it.
Where should there be one or two enemies? It could be the family members of the people who died from the bogus drugs sold by the brother-in-law, or the officials from the upstream who managed to recognize their faces.
"ha! I wish I could see the faces of my brothers before I die.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Contrary to what he said, Tak Go-myeong thought that he should send someone to Obongsanchae right away.
Maybe that will be the brother-in-law's last wish.
Looking at the swarthy complexion of Poongyeoncho, I thought I would die tomorrow.
***
Luoyang.
pointless point.
around noon.
Yeonjeokha, who opened his eyes late, slowly raised his upper body like a slug crawling.
"hungry. I can't lie down any longer."
“Cluck. I was going to see how long you were lying down, but are you awake now?”
"Last night's dream was troubled."
“Ah yes, yesterday, you woke up late the day before yesterday too.”
“Old Sim, do you know what physical pain is?”
With a serious face unsuitable for Yeon Jeok-ha, Gu Cheon-no also looked at his heartache.
