380 times. Yeon Mu -baek greets
the guards.
Sogis diligently went around and loaded the body of the golden guard onto the wagon.
to leave no evidence.
The battlefield was cleared with the charred corpse of Jong Myung as the last.
Soon after, the carriage pulled out of Konkuksa Temple.
The corpse of the field master escort was left in the yard, but the golden guard did not touch it.
Dong Yu-soo, a member of the Southern Jin Guard, approached Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Thank you, Confucius Yan. I am alive thanks to you.”
“you’re welcome. Anyway, what if the judge ran away?”
Yeon Jeok-ha glanced at Dong Yoo-soo’s complexion.
It is because he failed to kill the judge on the spot, so his position would be embarrassing.
Surprisingly, however, Dong Yoo-soo looked calm.
“It’s okay. The on-site judge also suffered greatly today, so I will refrain from outside activities for the time being. Besides, there are unexpected harvests, so it is not a complete failure.”
“A harvest?”
“Just knowing why the north march failed can be said to be half the success.”
“ah.”
An exclamation escaped from the young man’s mouth.
It seemed to be talking about the flag bearers carrying colorful flags.
“Until now, no one had noticed the riders. I thought they were simply famous cultists, but they were the hidden power of the field masters. Moorim’s breakwaters probably don’t know the true identity of the famous religious riders.”
“I guess so.”
Certainly, the riders of famous schools were different from other breakwaters.
Not just for show, each rider was a master of martial arts and techniques.
“I think we should leave before the officers arrive. When I find out where the field magistrate is, I will call you back.”
Dong Yu-soo looked around the town and returned to the golden guards.
While looking around, the gazes of Yeon Jeok-ha and Baek Woo-seon, a master of the Forward Wave, met.
Baek Woo-seon first politely showed an example of karate (拱手).
Yeonjeokha also ignored him.
When the goldsmith and the sorcerers left the scene, Yeonjeokha also trudged to Sanmun.
“Confucius.”
“why?”
“Didn’t you say ‘corpses’ when I asked what they were?”
“It did.”
“You mean Jiangshi?”
I looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with a worried face.
The four riders did not change their facial expressions throughout.
So I thought that if they were corpses, they might be the ginger poetry from the legend.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Isn’t it?”
“That’s what I meant to kill them.”
“ah!”
He scratched his head with heartache as he realized the meaning of the words belatedly.
“I thought Confucius was a corpse, so I thought it was a Jiangshi. What is it?”
“Old Sim’s hair is not a decoration. It’s annoying, but think about it.”
“Hehe. Please consider my faith in Confucius to be that much.”
It wasn’t an exaggeration or an excuse.
Simtong was the one who would believe Yeon Jeok-ha even if he said, ‘I made fermented soybeans with red beans’.
***
Yeon Jeok-ha and Shen-tong returned to Huashan Village.
Having parted ways with Shimtong in front of Geumwoljuru, the couple headed to the Namyeon guesthouse.
When he opened the inn door and entered, Nam Soo-gyeong, who was cleaning the table, rushed over.
“Are you done?”
“uh.”
“Then, are you going back to Wudang Mountain?”
“why? What’s going on?”
“no.”
Nam Soo-kyung turned around with a calm face.
I asked because the co-owner seems to be emptying the inn too much, but is there work!
I sat down on the window seat.
Sang-do hurriedly came over, poured hot tea into an empty glass, and returned to his seat.
Yeonjeokha looked around the inn with happy eyes.
The store owner likes this.
“welcome!”
At Sang-do’s greeting, the man smiled and waved his hand.
“I am a representative from Cheonungpyo. Is this the only Namyeon guesthouse in Hwasang Village?”
“Yes, why?”
“The owner of this place is Confucius, who is written in Yeon.”
“yes.”
Then the man took out a sealed document from his bosom.
“Do you have a kite Confucius?”
“....”
Sang-do inadvertently turned his gaze toward Yeonjeok-ha.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was in the middle of the meal, shook his head as if he was annoyed.
“You are not seated right now. If you don’t need to tell Confucius yourself, just leave it to me.”
Then the man approached the counter.
It seemed that the old man at the checkout looked more trustworthy than the younger Jeom Soi.
When Sang Il-wun hesitated to get up, the man handed him a seal.
“I heard it was an invitation. Please tell Confucius Yeon. Write the name of the old man here.”
The man took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Sang Il-wun.
After receiving the sealed letter, Sang Il-wun even wrote down his name, and the man made a request.
“Don’t lose it, and pass it on to the elder. I made sure of it.”
Sang Il-woon nodded and the man immediately left.
After leaving the checkout counter, Sang Il-wun hurriedly went to Yeon Jeok-ha and politely handed over the seal.
What came out of the seal was a red envelope.
[Moorim Malhak Yeonmubaek greets you. On the first day of February this year, we plan to hold an opening ceremony for the Yeongam Museum in Luoyang Ancient Town. I would appreciate it if you could come and brighten up the place. Compensation for haze.]
Seeing that the name of the recipient was not specified, it seems to be an ordinary invitation.
Nam Soo-kyung looked over his shoulder to find out when he had arrived and said a word.
“Is this an invitation? Do you know anyone? Do you have the same last name?”
“stepbrother.”
“oh! I see. But don’t you think we’re on good terms?”
“how did you know?”
“You’re asking me to come to the opening ceremony of Yeongamugwan. If we had a good relationship, he would have come and told us in person. Luoyang is only three or three days away. Besides, there is no name of the recipient. It’s like an invitation to just throw it all over the place.”
“It hurts me to say that.”
“sorry. That’s not what I said.”
“are you okay. I didn’t say anything.”
“Do you think your brothers are also unmanned?”
“Uh, my brothers and I also learned home appliance martial arts.”
“I see. So are you going?”
“well. I don’t know.”
Yeonjeokha looked at Baecheop with an ambiguous expression.
After defeating Samjang (Baekjiajang Yanggajang Waryongjang), Eunwon is over, but I don’t know if I can go and celebrate.
Dan Yun-mang, who was eating somen noodles, hinted.
“Still, the blood has been connected, so wouldn’t it be nice to go? Unless you want to cut ties completely.”
Of course, he says this because he doesn’t want to be with Yeon Jeok-ha.
“It’s a kite...”
He put down his chopsticks.
Yeonssi have no regrets.
I never thought of living well with them.
However, when I think about ‘regressive performance’, I don’t think I’m blindly ignoring it.
It was definitely far from the good of the enemy (積善) to receive an invitation and turn away from the work of flesh and blood.
Yeonjeokha, who was thinking that way, was startled.
‘Damn it, since when did I live thinking of the enemy ship...?’
I grumbled inwardly, but the word ‘enemy ship’ could hardly be erased from my head.
That night.
I visited Geumwoljuru with a mixed heart.
And while having a heartache and a grand operation, he confessed about the package he received today.
“Warongswordsman Yeon Moo-baek invited you to the opening ceremony?”
“Because it is.”
“Huh really. It’s ambiguous.”
“Looking at the package, I don’t think Mubaek-hyung didn’t think I was coming either.”
If it wasn’t for that, I would have brought it myself, as Nam Soo-kyung said.
Heartache glanced at Yeonjeokha.
It is because it seems that the appearance before and after becoming a disciple of Cheongbulno has changed a little.
Shall we say that the sharp thorns have become dull?