Chapter 82

Episode 82. Hwang Dong-yeop, the eldest son of the Lukyang Five Hyeop, who is a man of certain skill,

gnashed his teeth.

‘Where does this madman take Kang Ho-haeng and paste it! It’s a sacred rite of passage only for members of the political faction!’

But the words never came out of my mouth.

Last year, even after being released from Obong Sanchae, the Nakyang Five Groups, excluding the speaker, held frequent meetings.

The subject of the conversation was, of course, revenge.

Lee So-min, who was passive every time, revealed a wonderful secret one day.

The conversation that day came to mind as vividly as if it were yesterday.

***

Dagwan Cheongsa (靑舍) in Luoyang.

In a corner seat, three boys and one girl were sitting together and chatting with serious faces.

These are Hwang Dong-yeop from Nakyang Five Hyup and Lee So-min from Sang-geuk Oh Joong-san.

The revenge plan that went well as usual was cut off.

Lee So-min suddenly said something stupid.

Hwang Dong-yeop thought he heard it wrong.

“What did you just say?”

“Now, let’s forget about 5 bong and 10 gul.”

“omg! why?”

Shall we forget the humiliation of having the latter members of Moorim taken hostage by bandits?

“I just think it should be.”

The three men frowned.

Lee So-min, who used to be logical, keeps evasive today. Seeing the frustrated expression on his face, it seems that he is hiding something.

Hwang Dong-yeop frantically wanted to know what she was trying to hide.

“Don’t do that, tell me why. Are we the rest? Although they were born on different days, aren’t they bloody brothers who pledged to die at the same time while practicing cooperation?”

At the words of his older brother, who sells his sensitivity, So-min Lee confessed his secret secret to his comrades.

“...Even by my grandfather’s sword, he leisurely ran away. Even the greatest masters will not be able to catch him. Now you know why the sleeves are asking me to stop forgetting, right?”

After that day, Hwang Dong-yeop erased Oh Bon 10 Geols from his memory.

And I prayed that we would never see each other again, even in our dreams.

Fortunately, the family’s interest has long since shifted from green forests to famous schools.

That’s how the dark history was forgotten.

But today, I met the main character of the day again at an inn in Namyang.

***

Xiao Qiao looked at Yeon Jeok-ha and the three men with strange eyes.

The young Yeon Jeok-ha was leading the conversation without hesitation, like a monk’s master.

But what is surprising is the reaction of the three proud men.

All three of them took it for granted. No, he didn’t even try to make eye contact with Yeonjeokha as if he was afraid.

“Did you know each other?”

Yeonjeokha answered Sogyo’s question.

“sure. I found out last year.”

“Oh, you know people. Sohyup Hwang This is the person I was talking about. I am Yeonjeokha Sohyup, the son of True Moon Swordsman Yeon Daehyeop.”

For a moment, the gazes of the three men almost simultaneously turned to the enemy.

Yeon Jeok-ha opened his mouth with a naturally virtuous face.

“omg! I did not know? I’m Seolju’s older sister’s younger sister. Mothers are different, but fathers are the same. You could call him a younger brother. It seems Seol-ju noona was embarrassed and hid it.”

The three men were surprised to hear that he was the half-brother of the speaker, but thought it might be so.

Come to think of it, they seemed a bit like the Yeon siblings.

Hwang Dong-yeop asked cautiously.

“Are you really Seol-ju’s younger brother?”

“yes.”

“But why did you do that then?”

It is said that why did you take the speaker hostage and extort money from Waryongjang?

“It’s because I’m not on good terms with the Yeonssi. At least I watched it while trying to ruin it. Well, in the end, I was ruined by a crazy woman named Wolhwa Seonja.”

Xiao Qiao, caught in the middle, worked diligently to understand what Yeonjeokha meant.

Eighty soldiers gathered in front of Yangil Inn.

Thirty disciples of Cheongwoon-gwan and thirty masters of three schools are twenty.

So Woo-jin of Musan-kwon, the head of the Cheongun-gwan, and the heads of the three clans walked in the lead.

So Woo-jin and the munjus stopped about 50 paces ahead of the gun corps of the upper Namyang.

Customers as well as vendors on the street folded their stalls and retreated far away.

Several officers and soldiers who passed by were also surprised by the vicious Murim people and hurried back. They will come out towards the upper South Sea only after the sun goes down.

Upon reaching Namyang Sangbang, So Woo-jin and the lords of the three clans stepped back.

Twenty ronin, who had been following silently, stepped forward.

Since the role of the sword holders is to suppress the initiative, they have returned to their proper positions.

Xiao Qiao, who was standing next to his father, snooped in the direction of the ronin.

So Woo-jin, who was watching such a small school, said.

“I told you not to come out, but you insisted, so why are you so restless?”

“I mean Waryongjang’s Gucheon Sword. Are you such a bad swordsman as rumored?”

“The words of the true moon swordsman are miserable, so the atmosphere is disparaging, but honestly, I don’t know. I have never mixed swords with them.”

Next to him, Hwang Jang-ik, the new Master of the Eight Immortals, added a word.

“I saw the old lady by chance, and she was a good swordsman. If it wasn’t as bad as the rumors say, the Namgung family would have kept Yeonmubaek for ten years.”

“Have your questions been answered now?”

Xiao Qiao nodded at his father’s question.

Just then, the front door to the South Sea opened slowly.

And about 50 Murim people poured out from inside.

Although they were inferior in number, the warriors of the upper reaches of the South Seas were energetic at a glance.

At some point, twenty or so ronin came to the front.

So Woo-jin’s heart was heavy at the sight of his opponent full of confidence.

I couldn’t do that unless I believed in it.

just as expected?

Im Won-young, the ark of the South Sea, shouted while pointing his finger.

“Cow lord! Do you know what happens when a dog bites its owner? get eaten You dared to stand up to me, so you must be ready to die!”

Unable to bear it, one of the disciples of Cheongwoon-gwan confronted him.

“You are a dog! Prepare to die, as the Luoyang clans are unable to see the injustice!”

This time, So Gunpyeong, Daeju, Gyeongcheondae, in the upper reaches of Namyang, stepped forward.

“Ah, you crazy bastard! What kind of injustice are you looking for when the owner says he will change the worker! Stand by! You must try to kill the disciples to earn a few more pennies! It’s not too late, so apologize a hundred times and leave!”

Then Wang In-geol, the Daeju of Poongwoondae, from Cheongwoon-gwan, intervened.

“So Daeju! Even if your mouth is crooked, I told you to speak straight. Is it righteous to insult and drive out our windward with Hongbang at the fore? If you have a conscience too, let’s not say such things!”

It’s time for So Gunpyeong to try to make excuses.

A man in his fifties standing quietly next to Im Won-yeong in the ark said a word.

“stop.”

So Gunpyeong didn’t make a sound and kept his mouth shut.

the man said calmly.

“I am the head guard of Yeoju Church. You dared to persecute disciples of the famous religion, so you couldn’t die. So-gwan-ju and the lords of the three clans, cut off one arm immediately and apologize. If you disobey, everyone will die.”

Yeoju Church is where Eunhajang is located.

The Great Power Ghost was one of the four great commanders following Cheoksan-gyeong, the leader of Eunhajang, as a twelve-horse soldier.

So Woo-jin and the three gatekeepers looked at each other with pale faces.

I can’t believe that Eunhajang’s guardian came!

When So Woo-jin and the three gatekeepers hesitated, the powerful demon shouted with all his strength.

“Can’t I just offer my arms!”

So Woo-jin’s face turned black as the inside of him roared at the words of the great power demon.

With her own inaction, she did not dare to stand up to him.

Hwang Jang-ik, the owner of the Palseonmun Gate, hesitated, gritted his teeth and drew his sword.

“Let’s cut off the arm of the Sogwanju. We cannot kill all the disciples.”

The new lords of Daeyeonmun and Chilyangmun also look bewildered.

It is understandable that he lost his master at a famous school and came running with a vengeance, only to lose his arm for no reason.

I couldn’t ask for a fight, and I couldn’t cut off my arm, so it was a real quandary.