Chapter 93

Episode 93. I’m against it.

Physical pain is the six special abilities spoken of in Buddhism.

It is called Shinjoktong Cheonitong Tasimtong, Sookmyeongtong, 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 you reach that level, you see what others cannot see. Maybe something happened to the five-year-olds.

‘If nothing happens, that’s strange...’

Ordinary people live their lives biting and biting, much less the bloody warriors.

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.

***

Unboxing.

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.

When he went to the backyard, he called other escorts to guard the windmill.

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 racking his brain, he finally decided to end it now. 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.

Because there is nowhere else to go nearby.

Upon entering the main base, 20-year-old Jeomsoi Hongjeokso recognized his face 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 past few days of entertainment, 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.”

It was only two days later, but he made a fuss as if it had been years.

“okay. I’ll look forward to it. don’t stick too hard Isn’t Hong-hyung’s sweaty joke 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 red-dyed streets of Luoyang 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, they said that the host has changed, so it seems that the snacks are quite palatable.”

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 a leisurely and enjoyable life with Confucius. If you’re hungry, you want to eat and go, but if you have one, how good would it be to drink and drink at night?”

“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 he couldn’t refute it.

That’s when the two of them are exchanging nonsensical noises.

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.

Before sitting down, the man and the woman secretly glanced at each other and their 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, plain and gloomy, 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.

“By the way, what did you mean by that?”

“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. There are two Nangin that have recently been attracting attention in the opening. Have you guys heard of Yonghuiru?”

“yes.”

“I know.”

“They say they are the escorts of the 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 my gosh, half like this?”

Jeon Soo-rin looked down from her head to her groin with her hand.

“Uh, and another person said he punched a hole in the head of a waterman with a double dagger. Even with pottery.”

“Oh 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 lengthwise 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?