"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 93 - I'm against you
Six powers are the six special powers spoken of in Buddhism.
They are called Shinjoktong, Cheonitong, Tasimtong, Destinytong, Cheonantong, and Progressive pain.
"yes? Where are you sick?”
“It’s okay, you ignorant human being.”
Yeonjeokha vacated his seat and got down from the bed.
My heart is not at ease, perhaps because I saw the dying face of the sturgeon in my dream.
“Old Sim.”
"yes."
“Send some people to Sanchae to find out if everything is okay. Let us know where we are staying.”
“Are you that embarrassed?”
“You were going to deliver the news when you arrive in Luoyang anyway.”
"All right."
Gucheonnodo Shimtong looked at Yeonjeokha with meaningful eyes.
When he reaches that level, he sees what others cannot see. Maybe something happened to the five-year-olds.
'If nothing happens, that's weird...' … .’
Ordinary people live by biting and biting, let alone a fierce-blooded warrior.
A heartache asked on the way down to the restaurant.
“By the way, Confucius, how long are you planning to stay in Luoyang?”
"Why? Do you already miss Obongsan?”
“If you are going to stay for a long time, I thought that Sahapwon would be better than an inn.”
“Sahapwon?”
"You've seen it a lot in Luoyang, haven't you? It is a house with rooms on all sides around the garden. It's called the Sahabwon. I wondered what it would be like to get a house like that and live there. Aren’t the guesthouses too small for you to stay in?”
“Anyway.”
Didn't show any particular interest in dating.
After hearing that Namgung family was leaving for Jeongju, everything faded.
***
release.
Yong Hee-ru.
Behind the long fence separating the backyard, a man sighed heavily.
Jukbang's killer is Yuksal Gongjindan.
It's been two days since he hid in Yonghuiru to end the breath of Poongyeoncho.
But never get a chance.
This is because a sloppy escort named Takgomyeong is guarding Poongyeoncho.
Frustrated, he sent his subordinates to turn Giru over, but to no avail.
He didn't come out of the room except to go to the back room.
Occasionally, when he went to the backyard, he called the other escorts to guard the Poong Yeoncho.
A sigh flowed from Gongjindan's mouth as he watched the sunset burn to a dark red.
'ha!'
Even if you try to stop the breath of wind smoke, you won't have a chance, so you're going crazy.
Even today, if you return empty-handed, the three Gongja will not stand still.
'It can't go on like this.'
After wringing his hair out, he finally decided to put an end to it. Because it's much better to deal with Takgo Myung than to be broken by the three Gongja.
rattle.
The sound of the door being opened came from afar.
I feel like I'm looking forward to going to the back.
However, it is not yet time for the other escort warriors to return.
Gong Jin-dan let go of Jin-gi and stood up slowly holding a dagger in each hand.
Over the fence, you can see Tubseokburi frowning and turning around.
The back liver is in a hurry, but not seeing a single ant cub, so it seems distressed.
Tub Seokburi entered the road and closed the door.
Skip.
At that moment, Gong Jin-dan's new model climbed over the fence.
Now that the killer has appeared, it's either death or killing.
Papa pat.
Gong Jin-dan lightly kicked off the ground without hesitation and ran out.
Then, he rammed the tightly closed door with his whole body and jumped like a thunderbolt.
Quaang! and the door burst open.
It's nice to be sneaky, but sometimes this ignorant way is better.
As expected, the embarrassed face of Tubseokburi came into his eyes.
He was so surprised that he even screamed ‘ugh’ in front of the water cannon.
shish shush.
Gongjindan's two hands moved quickly.
The whitish remnants of the sharpened double daggers were pushed away like a raging sword.
It is true that Takgomyeong was frightened by the intrusion of the waterspout.
He was so surprised that he screamed and even pricked up the stool he was holding back.
But that's for a while.
He, who had been rolling as a bandit, quickly came to his senses and went on the defensive.
Of course, there is no time to pull out the bakdo, so it is bare-handed.
spam. spam.
Every time the dagger grazed his forearm, blood splattered.
Takgo Myung turned sideways, avoiding the fatal attack.
Gongjindan, who had been relentlessly pushing his opponent, paused for a moment.
At first glance, he could see a windmill with a black face lying at his feet.
The target is not Tubseokburi, but Poongyeoncho.
Gong Jin-dan retrieved the dagger he had stabbed forward while bending down at the same time.
But that brief hesitation was the problem.
Shugak.
A cold draft rushed along with the terrifying sound of scratching the scabbard.
Gongjindan slightly turned his head to where the wind was blowing.
fast.
A hole pierced the head of the Gongjindan with a sharp blow.
“Hey! The bastard wants to die! where."
As if he was out of breath, he heard a small sound in his ears as he was lifting his shoulders.
“… … It stinks.”
***
Luoyang.
Anyone who has been dating in Luoyang, the capital of a thousand years, was a lame person.
He got up around noon, had a meal at an inn, wandered around the scenic spots, and ended the day at the Juru, which is said to have a good atmosphere.
If he had lived in a normal house, there wouldn't have been any rumors about him.
However, due to the nature of guesthouses, the time to wake up, eat, and go to bed is inevitably disclosed.
If you see them eating disheveled, or if you make a fuss about unlocking a locked door late at night, you'll find out about them one by one.
Still, I didn't care about the one-way transfer of the Mujingaek store.
How is it?
Whatever you decide to play with.
After Namgung Sega left for Jeongju, he drank every day.
Heartache followed him like a shadow and supported him.
When the sun went down, the couple entered the alley with heartache.
After several days of exploring, I have already been through quite a few places.
Simtong, who had been fussy about choosing a base, pointed to one place.
“Confucius, how would you like that place today?”
“Pungwollu?”
“Yes, I think the alcohol tasted good among them.”
“I don’t like snacks over there… … .”
“Confucius, isn’t alcohol a priority and snacks not a priority?”
"Oh really. I don’t like the lodging there.”
While grumbling, he moved to Pungwolru where he continued to fight.
There is no other place to go nearby.
Upon entering the main base, 20-year-old Jeom So-yi and Hong Jeok-so recognized their faces and pretended to be ignorant.
“Oops! Confucius! Welcome! Welcome. Today, I will take responsibility and serve delicious dishes! Trust me once!”
While talking, the excited Red Jeokso pounded on my chest.
Then Yeon Jeok-ha, whose face had thickened from the entertainment of the past few days, bruised him.
“Hyung hyung, are you Suksu? Can you really take responsibility? Let's not throw out any words. I am a delicate man.”
"older brother! Really. Because the accommodation has changed. I thought a lot about my brother. It seems that sincerity has reached the sky. Seeing you come back today.”
He made a fuss about him as if it had been years, even though it was only a matter of seeing him again in two days.
"okay. I'll look forward to it. don't stick too hard Hong hyung, isn’t the smell of sweat a joke?”
“Yes, yes, come here. I will take you to the best seat.”
Pleistocene crouched and guided us to this floor.
I don't know anything else, but I was right in saying that it was the best seat.
When I sat down and turned my head out the window, the streets of Luoyang, which were dyed red, unfolded like a painting.
While Yeon Jeokhe was immersed in the scenery, his heartache ordered him to drink and snack.
The two emptied their glasses, giving and receiving.
“Hehe, I heard that the host has changed, and the snacks seem to suit my taste quite a bit.”
He nodded his head with a satisfied face that matched the words of heartache.
It definitely tasted better than the one I ate two days ago.
With this level of skill, I thought I could just have dinner here.
“Kyaha! The drink tastes good. Confucius, I wish every day were like today.”
“Who stopped? live like that There’s quite a bit of money I’ve saved up that I haven’t spent in a while.”
“I’m not saying that I want to live like that. I want you to live comfortably and enjoy life with Confucius. Eat when you're hungry, go where you want to go, drink profusely at night, how good is it?”
"what? Old Sim would be nice, but what's wrong with me? Why do I have to live with an old man like old Sim? I do not want to. I will never oppose such a life.”
“… … .”
Hearing it, he was right, so the heartache couldn't refute it.
That's when the two of them are exchanging meaningless words.
Following the Pleistocene, the man and the woman came up.
They took their seats right next to Yeonjeokha and Simtong, which were empty at the time.
Just before sitting down, the man and the woman secretly took a quick look at Yeonjeokha and his heartache. It seems that the sword hanging from the waist of the two was bothered.
Murim people have a unique prayer.
If the political faction is clear, simple, and unmarried, the sa faction exudes an insidious and dangerous feeling.
Naturally, they felt a clear and light energy from Yeonjeokha and Simtong.
At least that means it's not a four-way affair.
The three of them looked at each other and said, “It’s okay,” and then sat down.
In fact, as disciples of Uicheonmun, they came to Juru after a long-awaited meeting.
The woman, Bibong Jeon Soo-rin, spoke first.
“The late brother-in-law, what did you mean by that earlier?”
"a moment ago?"
“I heard something funny happened at the opening?”
“Oh, that? Do you know that there are many disciples of our sect in Suwoon Sangbang?”
"yes."
“Yesterday, Shin Haengsu stopped by on the way. At first, he said he came to say hello, but he asked me to send someone useful. So I introduced Priest Moon.”
“Not that. fun thing.”
“Oh, with that bastard’s temper. okay. They say there are two romantics who are attracting attention recently at the opening. You guys have heard of Yonghuiru, too, right?”
"yes."
“I know.”
“They say they are the escorts of Giru, but the process of becoming famous is a bit unusual. One person even used a sharpener, and split it in half with a single sword.”
“Oh, half like this?”
Jeon Soo-rin looked down from her head to her crotch with her hand.
“Uh, and another person said he punched a hole in the head of a waterman with a double dagger. That too ith pottery only.”
“Ah, no way.”
Jeon Soo-rin shook her head.
In general, the disciples of Chilpai or prestigious families are reluctant to advance into Giru. Of course, considering the face of the samurai. It was Nangin who took his place.
Splitting a person's body vertically or making a hole in the head with only pottery is a difficult task even for the first disciples of Chilpaimun. Did the ronin who guard Giru do that?
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 93 - I'm against you
Six powers are the six special powers spoken of in Buddhism.
They are called Shinjoktong, Cheonitong, Tasimtong, Destinytong, Cheonantong, and Progressive pain.
"yes? Where are you sick?”
“It’s okay, you ignorant human being.”
Yeonjeokha vacated his seat and got down from the bed.
My heart is not at ease, perhaps because I saw the dying face of the sturgeon in my dream.
“Old Sim.”
"yes."
“Send some people to Sanchae to find out if everything is okay. Let us know where we are staying.”
“Are you that embarrassed?”
“You were going to deliver the news when you arrive in Luoyang anyway.”
"All right."
Gucheonnodo Shimtong looked at Yeonjeokha with meaningful eyes.
When he reaches that level, he sees what others cannot see. Maybe something happened to the five-year-olds.
'If nothing happens, that's weird...' … .’
Ordinary people live by biting and biting, let alone a fierce-blooded warrior.
A heartache asked on the way down to the restaurant.
“By the way, Confucius, how long are you planning to stay in Luoyang?”
"Why? Do you already miss Obongsan?”
“If you are going to stay for a long time, I thought that Sahapwon would be better than an inn.”
“Sahapwon?”
"You've seen it a lot in Luoyang, haven't you? It is a house with rooms on all sides around the garden. It's called the Sahabwon. I wondered what it would be like to get a house like that and live there. Aren’t the guesthouses too small for you to stay in?”
“Anyway.”
Didn't show any particular interest in dating.
After hearing that Namgung family was leaving for Jeongju, everything faded.
***
release.
Yong Hee-ru.
Behind the long fence separating the backyard, a man sighed heavily.
Jukbang's killer is Yuksal Gongjindan.
It's been two days since he hid in Yonghuiru to end the breath of Poongyeoncho.
But never get a chance.
This is because a sloppy escort named Takgomyeong is guarding Poongyeoncho.
Frustrated, he sent his subordinates to turn Giru over, but to no avail.
He didn't come out of the room except to go to the back room.
Occasionally, when he went to the backyard, he called the other escorts to guard the Poong Yeoncho.
A sigh flowed from Gongjindan's mouth as he watched the sunset burn to a dark red.
'ha!'
Even if you try to stop the breath of wind smoke, you won't have a chance, so you're going crazy.
Even today, if you return empty-handed, the three Gongja will not stand still.
'It can't go on like this.'
After wringing his hair out, he finally decided to put an end to it. Because it's much better to deal with Takgo Myung than to be broken by the three Gongja.
rattle.
The sound of the door being opened came from afar.
I feel like I'm looking forward to going to the back.
However, it is not yet time for the other escort warriors to return.
Gong Jin-dan let go of Jin-gi and stood up slowly holding a dagger in each hand.
Over the fence, you can see Tubseokburi frowning and turning around.
The back liver is in a hurry, but not seeing a single ant cub, so it seems distressed.
Tub Seokburi entered the road and closed the door.
Skip.
At that moment, Gong Jin-dan's new model climbed over the fence.
Now that the killer has appeared, it's either death or killing.
Papa pat.
Gong Jin-dan lightly kicked off the ground without hesitation and ran out.
Then, he rammed the tightly closed door with his whole body and jumped like a thunderbolt.
Quaang! and the door burst open.
It's nice to be sneaky, but sometimes this ignorant way is better.
As expected, the embarrassed face of Tubseokburi came into his eyes.
He was so surprised that he even screamed ‘ugh’ in front of the water cannon.
shish shush.
Gongjindan's two hands moved quickly.
The whitish remnants of the sharpened double daggers were pushed away like a raging sword.
It is true that Takgomyeong was frightened by the intrusion of the waterspout.
He was so surprised that he screamed and even pricked up the stool he was holding back.
But that's for a while.
He, who had been rolling as a bandit, quickly came to his senses and went on the defensive.
Of course, there is no time to pull out the bakdo, so it is bare-handed.
spam. spam.
Every time the dagger grazed his forearm, blood splattered.
Takgo Myung turned sideways, avoiding the fatal attack.
Gongjindan, who had been relentlessly pushing his opponent, paused for a moment.
At first glance, he could see a windmill with a black face lying at his feet.
The target is not Tubseokburi, but Poongyeoncho.
Gong Jin-dan retrieved the dagger he had stabbed forward while bending down at the same time.
But that brief hesitation was the problem.
Shugak.
A cold draft rushed along with the terrifying sound of scratching the scabbard.
Gongjindan slightly turned his head to where the wind was blowing.
fast.
A hole pierced the head of the Gongjindan with a sharp blow.
“Hey! The bastard wants to die! where."
As if he was out of breath, he heard a small sound in his ears as he was lifting his shoulders.
“… … It stinks.”
***
Luoyang.
Anyone who has been dating in Luoyang, the capital of a thousand years, was a lame person.
He got up around noon, had a meal at an inn, wandered around the scenic spots, and ended the day at the Juru, which is said to have a good atmosphere.
If he had lived in a normal house, there wouldn't have been any rumors about him.
However, due to the nature of guesthouses, the time to wake up, eat, and go to bed is inevitably disclosed.
If you see them eating disheveled, or if you make a fuss about unlocking a locked door late at night, you'll find out about them one by one.
Still, I didn't care about the one-way transfer of the Mujingaek store.
How is it?
Whatever you decide to play with.
After Namgung Sega left for Jeongju, he drank every day.
Heartache followed him like a shadow and supported him.
When the sun went down, the couple entered the alley with heartache.
After several days of exploring, I have already been through quite a few places.
Simtong, who had been fussy about choosing a base, pointed to one place.
“Confucius, how would you like that place today?”
“Pungwollu?”
“Yes, I think the alcohol tasted good among them.”
“I don’t like snacks over there… … .”
“Confucius, isn’t alcohol a priority and snacks not a priority?”
"Oh really. I don’t like the lodging there.”
While grumbling, he moved to Pungwolru where he continued to fight.
There is no other place to go nearby.
Upon entering the main base, 20-year-old Jeom So-yi and Hong Jeok-so recognized their faces and pretended to be ignorant.
“Oops! Confucius! Welcome! Welcome. Today, I will take responsibility and serve delicious dishes! Trust me once!”
While talking, the excited Red Jeokso pounded on my chest.
Then Yeon Jeok-ha, whose face had thickened from the entertainment of the past few days, bruised him.
“Hyung hyung, are you Suksu? Can you really take responsibility? Let's not throw out any words. I am a delicate man.”
"older brother! Really. Because the accommodation has changed. I thought a lot about my brother. It seems that sincerity has reached the sky. Seeing you come back today.”
He made a fuss about him as if it had been years, even though it was only a matter of seeing him again in two days.
"okay. I'll look forward to it. don't stick too hard Hong hyung, isn’t the smell of sweat a joke?”
“Yes, yes, come here. I will take you to the best seat.”
Pleistocene crouched and guided us to this floor.
I don't know anything else, but I was right in saying that it was the best seat.
When I sat down and turned my head out the window, the streets of Luoyang, which were dyed red, unfolded like a painting.
While Yeon Jeokhe was immersed in the scenery, his heartache ordered him to drink and snack.
The two emptied their glasses, giving and receiving.
“Hehe, I heard that the host has changed, and the snacks seem to suit my taste quite a bit.”
He nodded his head with a satisfied face that matched the words of heartache.
It definitely tasted better than the one I ate two days ago.
With this level of skill, I thought I could just have dinner here.
“Kyaha! The drink tastes good. Confucius, I wish every day were like today.”
“Who stopped? live like that There’s quite a bit of money I’ve saved up that I haven’t spent in a while.”
“I’m not saying that I want to live like that. I want you to live comfortably and enjoy life with Confucius. Eat when you're hungry, go where you want to go, drink profusely at night, how good is it?”
"what? Old Sim would be nice, but what's wrong with me? Why do I have to live with an old man like old Sim? I do not want to. I will never oppose such a life.”
“… … .”
Hearing it, he was right, so the heartache couldn't refute it.
That's when the two of them are exchanging meaningless words.
Following the Pleistocene, the man and the woman came up.
They took their seats right next to Yeonjeokha and Simtong, which were empty at the time.
Just before sitting down, the man and the woman secretly took a quick look at Yeonjeokha and his heartache. It seems that the sword hanging from the waist of the two was bothered.
Murim people have a unique prayer.
If the political faction is clear, simple, and unmarried, the sa faction exudes an insidious and dangerous feeling.
Naturally, they felt a clear and light energy from Yeonjeokha and Simtong.
At least that means it's not a four-way affair.
The three of them looked at each other and said, “It’s okay,” and then sat down.
In fact, as disciples of Uicheonmun, they came to Juru after a long-awaited meeting.
The woman, Bibong Jeon Soo-rin, spoke first.
“The late brother-in-law, what did you mean by that earlier?”
"a moment ago?"
“I heard something funny happened at the opening?”
“Oh, that? Do you know that there are many disciples of our sect in Suwoon Sangbang?”
"yes."
“Yesterday, Shin Haengsu stopped by on the way. At first, he said he came to say hello, but he asked me to send someone useful. So I introduced Priest Moon.”
“Not that. fun thing.”
“Oh, with that bastard’s temper. okay. They say there are two romantics who are attracting attention recently at the opening. You guys have heard of Yonghuiru, too, right?”
"yes."
“I know.”
“They say they are the escorts of Giru, but the process of becoming famous is a bit unusual. One person even used a sharpener, and split it in half with a single sword.”
“Oh, half like this?”
Jeon Soo-rin looked down from her head to her crotch with her hand.
“Uh, and another person said he punched a hole in the head of a waterman with a double dagger. That too ith pottery only.”
“Ah, no way.”
Jeon Soo-rin shook her head.
In general, the disciples of Chilpai or prestigious families are reluctant to advance into Giru. Of course, considering the face of the samurai. It was Nangin who took his place.
Splitting a person's body vertically or making a hole in the head with only pottery is a difficult task even for the first disciples of Chilpaimun. Did the ronin who guard Giru do that?
