Chapter 252

Episode 252. Tell me whether you are Shenyanggak or not.

Black Waterseon Seokryeosi.

Now eighteen years old, she had a youthful face unlike her mature body.

The masters of the orthodox faction call her ‘Black Water Sun’.

It is because of her unique taste of wearing only black clothes all year round.

According to Sapa’s physiology, a woman who is beautiful is bound to go through hardships.

However, Blackwater was an exception.

The masters of Sapa admired her, calling her the ‘Flower of Sapa’.

She is also the daughter of Seok Mu-hae, Pacheon Demon-gun, the head of Green Forest, but it is the established theory that it is because Heuksu-seon’s inaction has reached its peak.

In the year of his 1st birthday, Seokmuhae personally made him wash the bee mose, and from the age of five he learned the Amcheonsura Jingye, and was no match for his peers, regardless of political faction.

Since it is such a black daffodil, it was like a ‘flower in a picture’ to the orthodox youth.

Naturally, she had a high nose, so she usually regarded men as lesser creatures.

The ‘flower in the picture’ black daffodil was different today.

He sat next to him and chattered like a lark.

And that’s not all.

She even picked up a side dish made of seomseom corn that dazzled her eyes just by looking at her, and diligently served it in a bowl under a water dropper.

Heuksu-seon, who had just coated the fish fillet and placed it in a bowl under the Yeonjeok-ha, turned his head away.

At the climax, she heard the words of Paenggakmyeong in Cheongcheon-do.

Words like how did you get to know such a thief were an insult to Yeonjeokha and Nokrim.

Heuksu-seon quietly put down the chopsticks he was holding.

“ha! Gucheonnodo. Should our gun patrol be listening to that nonsense? Where to dine comfortably? Is that how you recruited our general patrol?”

Her bruise made Gucheonno jump up from his seat in pain.

Even if it wasn’t so, it bothered me from before, but I forcibly endured it. However, I couldn’t stay still when I heard such a thing from Dark Narcissus.

Before he moved, he took a quick look at his younger brother.

However, they seem to be concentrating only on food as if it were someone else’s affair.

In this case, one of the two.

They are not interested in this issue or are bothered by it, so they acquiesce to it.

Simtong, who had lived with Yeon Jeok-ha for a long time, intuitively knew that it was the latter.

A flash of light flashed in Heartache’s eyes, which were dim like a dead fish.

Even the black water line, which had instigated the fight, was startled by how intense those eyes were.

“Uhm, don’t kill me for that.”

Simtong listened to Heuksu-seon’s words with the back of his ear and strode toward the seat where Paeng-gak-myeong was.

Cheongcheon-do Paenggakmyeong Taeeul Sword Gongsan Jeongmyeongjin Sword Unhak Cheongung Sword Lee Woo-shin Paeng Cheon-woong Paeng So-mi Lee Woo-jin and Lee So-min stopped talking and turned their eyes to one side.

An old man called Gucheonnodo Heartache was approaching with a hideous face.

Lee So-min looked puzzled and did not know what to do, but the others were calm.

Kang Ho-in is obsessed with fame.

The reason why young people risked their lives to join the Cheonji League was to make a name for themselves.

To become famous, you have to kill a celebrity.

When is it difficult?

If you destroy a famous master, his reputation will be transferred to the new master.

It is for this reason that fights between orthodox factions are frequent in Chiliha Village.

A mischievous smile spread across the pauper’s face.

“You all know that I am close with Shinji Jegal, right?”

Jegal Shinji is the son of Jegal Seung-woon, the commander of the Cheonjimaeng.

The seven late exponents looked at Paenggakmyeong because they wanted to talk about something.

“A few days ago, Jegal Shinji said that. There was a thief in Henan who only spoke well of being called Gumilbokgum Shenyanggak, but he recently changed his name.”

Uicheonmunju’s eldest son, Cheongung-geom Lee Woo-shin, asked because he had something in his heart.

“Peng Shaoje’s Gumil Bokgeom Shenyang Pavilion is a name I’ve heard before. But what did he change his name to?”

“Shim Yang-gak is a person who uses Yuyeopdo, and the sword is said to be unusually red rosewood. Gucheonno over there is the same as the one that Simtong carries. They even have the same face, so wouldn’t he be Shenyanggak?

“...”

At that moment, the eyes of the seven people turned to Simtong.

The heartache that came near the table of the late exponents listened quietly as if to continue.

A smile grew on the pauper’s face.

“Shin Yang-gak, who only said that, is actually a little better than the county-level master. It’s hard to believe that he killed the Twelve Horsemen. Isn’t it fun?”

Then, Gongsan, a disciple of the progressive faction, spoke as if responding.

“...It deserves to be cut, but since the head isn’t even blood yet, I’ll break it instead.”

Then, Paeng-gak-myeong, who was watching as if he was laughing, screamed.

“Damn it! Where is the white voice of the mere gumilbok sword?”

The moment he was cursed at by a kid in his twenties, the heartache he had been enduring overturned.

“Such a nimmy ceveral nursing care bastard!”

Along with thick cursing, the new type of heartache disappeared with a ‘puck’.

Surprised by the strange new law, Paeng-Gak-Myeong jumped up reflexively.

But he didn’t even have time to look around.

A punch of heartache hit Paeng Gak-myeong’s chin like a thunderbolt.

puck!

With just one blow, Paeng Gak-myeong’s head spun around.

Heartache gripped his arm as he was about to lose consciousness and fall backwards.

Soon after, a terrifying sound was heard from the left arm of Paenggakmyeong.

Kwajik.

“evil!”

With a short scream, the paenggakmyeong stepped back.

“Brother!”

With a scream, Paeng So-mi drew her sword and cut through her heartache.

The heartache took half a step to the side, then flew forward again as if it were bouncing forward.

Heartache and Paeng So-mi’s new look diverged for a moment.

Kwajik.

“Ah!”

The sword fell from Paeng So-mi’s hand with an eerie sound.

When people heard the sound of falling knives, people were already going through the pain of communism.

Gongsan, unable to pull out his sword, confronted his heartache with a fist of five notes.

Gongshan’s fist hit Shen Tong’s shoulder, but Shen Tong waved his hand without flinching.

slam.

At once, Gongshan’s face turned to the other side, and after that it was like a paenggakmyeong.

“Kuk!”

Gongsan grabbed his broken arm and took a step back.

It was only after Heartong broke Peng Tianung’s arm that he stopped running in a frenzy.

Chae Chaeng-.

Belatedly, Unhak and Lee Woo-shin pulled out their swords.

that’s when

With the sound of a quandang, the half door opened as if it were about to break.

And the five Cheonjimaeng patrols jumped inside like the wind.

“Stop!”

The leader of the patrol, the elder of the advance party, Ilwolgum Mumu Jinin, looked around the room with sharp eyes.

Half of the spots were a mess of fighting, the other half were peaceful.

Did they watch the fight while eating?

Looking at the atmosphere, it seems that a fight broke out between the young members of the political faction and the old masters of the Sapa.

Mumu Jinin’s face contorted as he watched the people groaning against the wall.

Gongsan, which is called the hope of the advance party, was moaning like a sick puppy.

I hurriedly approached and looked at him and saw that his left arm was swollen as if it had been broken.

“What the hell is this?”

The hesitant Gongsan reluctantly opened his mouth.

“...Gucheonno also had heartaches and quarrels.”

“What’s the matter?”

“That’s because there is a saying that he is a former secret swordsmith.... While checking...”

“You foolish bastard.

“...”

Gongsan lowered his head at Mumu Jinin’s words.

That’s right.

What if it’s Simyanggak and what if it’s heartache?

It was only after I broke my arm that I felt belated regret that I had been caught up in something meaningless.