Episode 184. Are you friends from today?
The conduit leading to the opening.
Cheonryangji, the adjutant of Anchalsa, motioned for Lim Saseong to come closer.
“Yes, man.”
“If you’re unrelated, you’ll understand, right? How much is his inaction?”
“Do you remember when he pulled the glass from in front of you?”
“Every time I remember.”
“It is a method of super-elevation called empty space, and it is difficult even for a long master of the Chilpai Gate. It is even more difficult to make it into powder, which means that you have reached a level where you can use your inner skills freely.”
“I can’t believe it. Is that possible at the age of only twenty-one?”
“If you look at the ordinary appearance, you are already a person who has reached the stage of refutation.”
“Have you returned a reply?”
“The highest level that a person can climb is called Deungbong Jogeuk. After that, all that remains is to leave this world as a fable.”
“I know the Uhwa Deungseon. You say you go up to the realm and become a hermit?”
“Yes, but sometimes there are masters who can transcend Deungbong Jogeuk without having to go through Woohwadeungseon. If you go beyond the deungbong jogeuk, you will return to your original state and look like an ordinary person. That stage is called the return of the opposite reaction.”
“her! Is that sister-in-law saying that he is a half-return?”
“Didn’t he look normal until he cheered up? Nam Cho-gyeol would still know him as the white-skinned Dal. That’s the scary thing about refutation.”
“Amazing, amazing.”
“I’ve only heard about the jurisdiction, but it’s the first time I’ve seen someone who has reached the stage of refutation.”
“I shouldn’t even step into the burn village.”
“Good idea. I heard that the imperial family does not get involved in the affairs of the teenage masters of Murim. If they hold a grudge, it will be difficult to stop them even with a golden robe.”
Cheonryangji shook his head with a terrified expression and said.
“Today, keep your subordinates closed so that things don’t leak out. And quietly investigate him. You have to know who the opponent is.”
“yes.”
After thinking about something for a while, Cheonryangji asked.
“What did his personality look like?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Yes, he seems to be from Sapa, but seeing Nam Cho-gyeol alive, it seems okay, but...”
Lim Sa-seong blurted out his words with a confused expression.
“why? Is there anything on your mind?”
“Seeing him casually intimidating people, I don’t think he’s an ordinary villain.”
“Right.”
Cheonryangji nodded as if agreeing.
There was a big difference between how he treated Nam Cho-gyeol and what he did to himself.
‘What kind of guy is he?’
***
Unboxing.
Sambobang.
Nok Il-chwi, the Ark of Sambobang, considers money, alcohol, and women as important in life. Naturally, Sambobang is earning money through usury and management of liquor sales courtesans.
Wan Ja-gyeong, the head of the foreign party, spoke cautiously to Nokil-chwi, who was sitting in the seat of honor.
“There is a story that the Ark’s Cheonhwabang is trying to take over the Burning Village.”
Dark green eyebrows twitched.
Cheonhwabang was the biggest competitor of Sambobang as a breakwater between Jeongsaji in the northern part of Gaebang.
“Burn Village? Will that make money?”
“There is also a guesthouse in the village, and there are dozens of stores, so if you manage it well, it’s good.”
“Is there a breakwater you manage?”
“Not yet. That’s why Cheonhwabang seems to be trying to enter from afar.”
“Is there anything missing in that little town?”
“It is not something to be ignored. Even if the merchants come and go in and out of the inn, there will be a hundred people a month.”
Only then did Nokilchwi show interest.
“okay? A guest cup is not enough. Let’s see, if you have a harlot residing there, will it make some money?”
“You will earn much more than just running an inn.”
The two comfortably exchanged opinions as if the inn was theirs.
***
Nam Cho-gyeol sneaked away when Cheon Ryang-ji, an adverb of Anchalsa, visited. It was because he was worried that Yeonjeokha would bite him and hang down.
Later, when he found out that Cheonryangji had just returned, Nam Soo-kyung got angry at him for being disappointed.
When the granddaughter jumped up, Nam Cho-gyeol decided to turn a blind eye to Yeon Jeok-ha’s radio drinking.
It’s because I want to be unfair if I’m really scammed.
“Are you the kind of person who hangs out with someone and has a casual conversation?”
“Poop! that’s right.”
When Nam Soo-kyung asked Yeon Jeok-ha about the meaning of a friend like a child, she laughed
.
“Oh, that’s great. But I think my grandfather would hate it if I were friends with him.”
“no. My grandfather is a warm person. When I was drinking in the past, when I saw people starving, they would bring them in and feed them.”
“So you hate me?”
“Because when we don’t know each other’s circumstances well, we can misunderstand. If the misunderstanding is resolved, you will treat Confucius well. So will you be friends with me? Are you going to tell me?”
“Let’s do it. A little bit.”
“Then, are you going to be our friends from today?”
“yes.”
“What is ‘yes’ to a friend? Please let go.”
Even so, Nam Soo-kyung raised a question as if she was concerned about the age difference.
“Oh is that so? if you let go, let go I’m comfortable talking too. It becomes a habit.”
“Oh, you must be a son of a high-ranking family?”
“Not like that. In Gangho, if you are strong, you are an adult, and if you are weak, you are a subordinate.”
“Really?”
“Because it is.”
“Then Gongja-nim is strong?”
“At least stronger than Old Sim.”
“Foot! Are you stronger than that grandfather?”
When Nam Soo-kyung said, ‘I’m stronger than old man Sim’, I grabbed my stomach and laughed.
It made me laugh when they said that young people in their prime were stronger than old people.
Of course, Gu Cheon-no knows that his heartache brought Zhang Yiyu, but that’s all. To her, a normal person, that scene was just a little shocking.
That’s how Nam Soo-kyung became Yeon Jeok-ha’s first friend.
***
Cheonhwabang moved much faster than Sambobang predicted.
Around sundown, five men and women armed with swords entered the Burning Village.
They are the warriors of Cheonhwabang who came to take over Burns Village.
White-skinned beauty Morandan Danju White Sword Joo Hwa-yeong muttered as she swung around the village.
“Small is small.”
Then Gye-Young Son, a young man next to him, said a word.
“I don’t know why the ark is interested in a corner like this.”
“How can a sparrow know the meaning of the phoenix? Find an inn quickly. I have to get things done before the sun goes down.”
“I know. I went this way a few years ago.”
Along with the horse, Gye-Young Son quickly rushed forward.
Joo Hwa-young and the three soldiers diligently followed.
After walking for a while outside the village, a large building appeared on the riverside far away.
“Dan-lord, over there is that inn.”
Joo Hwa-yeong carefully examined the inn and the surrounding scenery as if analyzing it.
After that, I opened the door to the inn and went inside.
“welcome!”
Sangdo greeted the guests with a flying sound.
As Joo Hwa-young and his party rushed to the restaurant, Sang-do hurriedly followed.
“Are you going to stay overnight? Are you going to just eat?”
Joo Hwa-young, who sat down, said in a calm tone.
“I am a person in the heavenly room. I’m here to meet the owner, so ask him to come for a while.”
“Ah yes...”
Sangdo stepped back with an awkward face.
Again, guests came looking for the owner.
Now, when someone finds the owner, it shakes from the heart.
‘Couldn’t the swindlers have sold an inn again?’
Sang-do ran to the main house to call Nam Cho-gyeol, hoping that such a thing would not happen.
After a while, Nam Cho-gyeol followed Sang-do to the inn.
Namchogyeol’s complexion hardened at the word that Cheonhwabang had come.
It is obvious why they are looking for themselves.
Both the inn and the bar in the big city are under the management of Moorim Bangpa. An area without Moorim breakwater is not free. There, gangsters named Hao Mun are hired.
‘Shanghai Village is a remote and small place, so even Haomen did not reach out...’