Chapter 389

Episode 389. Don’t be afraid of death,

Luoyang.

Goseong Village.

Unfortunately, the upward trend of Yeongamugwan was broken in one day.

On the second day, only 5 ronin joined.

When Samsalmun and Guidobang started in earnest, the rongins were reluctant to stand on the side of Yeongamugwan.

The expressions of the Yeonssi and Jeong family leaders, who are leading the conflict with the Iron Blood Room, darkened.

As the sun went down, bonfires were lit all over Yeonga Military Museum.

The official, Waryong Swordsman Yeon Mu-baek, formed a group to prepare for the surprise attack of the Cheol-hyeol room and made them stand.

Not a single person was an exception.

In preparation for an emergency, even Namcheon, a guest, and ‘Nakyangsamui’ were put in.

Namcheon and ‘Lakyangsamui’ took Gwanju’s decision for granted.

Because the number of enemies is high, he knows that once he is pushed back, he will end without a chance to counterattack.

around midnight.

Hana Nangin went to the inn and shook Yeonjeokha, who was sleeping, to wake him up.

After recovering from the spirit of rivalry that had arisen, Booth went out into the yard.

The ronins in the fire sent eye greetings.

He nodded lightly and blended in with them.

A young woman in her thirties glanced at her sister-in-law to see if she had something to say.

“why?”

“Ah, I heard that you are a non-partisan secular disciple.”

“So what?”

“I heard you’re a drunkard, is that right?”

“that’s right.”

The other ronin, who had been spending their free time, pricked up their ears.

Their faces were curious, probably because it was their first time seeing a sorcerer up close.

So Jeon-gwang, a man in his thirties, said with a confused face.

“It is said that sorcerers use talismans to create harmony, is that true?”

“Hmm. well. Not everyone can win and wield a sword, so do magicians.”

“Are you saying that it’s okay if you have a high degree?”

“Is that right?”

“How strong are the non-partisan sorcerers? Is it possible to harmonize heaven and earth?”

Not only So Jeon-gwang, but also the other ronin paid attention to Yeon Jeok-ha’s mouth.

“If that were easier said than done, would the magician of the Chilpamun be treated coldly in Gangho?”

The rongins turned their gazes with faces that said, “Yes, of course.”

In Gangho, the sorcerer is slightly better than the average person.

When I thought that Namcheon in front of me was also in that category, I fell out of favor.

Sojeon-gwang said with a shy face.

“okay. But I don’t think that’s an absurd story. Just as the warriors’ dreams lie in the sword, so-hyeop also has a goal, right?”

“Is there?”

When Yeon Jeok-ha answered vaguely, a pitiful light flashed in So Jeon-gwang’s eyes.

“I hope you achieve that goal. I believe that if you move in the right direction, you will arrive at your destination someday. Wouldn’t it be?”

“What is your dream, Uncle?”

“It’s embarrassing, but it’s to form a family in Moorim like Yeon Gwan-ju.”

“Awesome.”

“Actually, I once learned swordsmanship at Waryongjang. It was the first time I encountered proper swordsmanship. After Waryongjang collapsed, he moved from one river to another.”

“Ah...”

Yeonjeokha looked at the man again.

I was a little nervous because it seemed that he had moved from one river to another because of him.

“Seeing the ronin wandering around Gangho like Bupyeongcho, I suddenly thought of that. I want to give people a chance like Waryongjang. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get in touch with true martial arts.”

The man was sincere.

At his heartfelt words, the ronins nodded their heads.

For a ronin who lives by relying on a sword, martial arts is like a lifeline.

There was no one who did not have a longing for proper martial arts.

A heavy silence fell around the bonfire.

Every time the bonfire was shaken, the dry branches danced.

Then Yeonjeokha said.

“It looks like an uninvited guest is coming.”

Sojeon-gwang’s eyes glared at the sudden words of Yeonjeokha.

I tried to listen closely, but I couldn’t hear anything.

The other ronin also tried to feel the presence in their own way.

Some put their ears to the ground.

Song Jinwol’s sword was one step faster than that.

Shiiik-.

Swordsmanship and pottery fired like a flash war met in front of Hyeonmubaek’s eyes.

Kwakwang!

As his career fragmented into his face, Yeon Mu-baek hurriedly took a step back.

“omg! omg!”

The people who actually exchanged numbers were Juyeon-shin and Song Jin-wol, but Yeonmu-baek’s breath became rough.

Not because I was surprised, but because I was so focused.

Joo-sin, who had been surprised, took the sword as if nothing had happened.

“It’s quite. Is it the blue wind sword?”

“exactly. Looking at the deformed long sword, you seem to be a strong believer, is that right?”

“I don’t want to kill a non-partisan disciple. Non-partisan disciples, get out of this business.”

“The non-partisan disciple sees injustice and does not turn away.”

“I must have misunderstood what you said about not wanting to kill me. I didn’t mean you couldn’t kill me.”

“If we fight to the death, Sangvis Sangbang will suffer great damage. Hello, do you really want that? Is Goseongchon worth it?”

“Worth it. Don’t you know if it’s a merchant? Our Iron Blood Room is not interested in such things.”

“If so, why are you so upset that you couldn’t catch and eat Yeongamugwan?”

“Because I dared to touch the Iron Blood Room without knowing the subject. It just makes them pay the price they deserve.”

“You mean you don’t have the strength, so if you hit me, you have to give up what you have?”

“I never heard you asked for it.”

“I heard that death sword Lee Cheol-won said he would consider it if he offered his adoptive wife. Isn’t that what you asked for?”

“...”

As the words got longer, Joo Yeon-sin frowned.

It seemed that the non-partisan secular disciples had no intention of leaving.

‘Should I kill them all?’

The non-partisan secular disciples are a little bothered by it, but it’s not a big deal if you look at it closely.

If there is a shamanist group behind ‘Luoyangsamui’, there is a famous religion behind them as well.

If the non-partisan faction is held accountable, they can request mediation from the famous religious sect.

Even non-partisan factions would not fight famous religions just for the sake of a few secular disciples.

that’s when

“Cheack.”

A laugh that was hard to hear shook the Yeongamugwan.

Jooyeon-sin, who was in a moment of vigor, took a backward step with a startled face.

Then, a black shadow rose from the back of the main character.

The shadow burst into laughter once more in the sky five feet (about 15 meters) high.

“Ha ha ha!”

The ignorant latent power swept through Yeongamugwan.

Yeongamugwan, as well as the warriors in Cheolhyeolbang and Samsalmun Guidobang, held their ears and staggered.

The complexion of ‘Luoyangsamui’ turned white.

How can a mere laugh contain so much potential!

The ronin of Yeongamugwan, who had weak air power, collapsed with nosebleeds.

Kwajik. Kwazijik-.

The ronin bounced off with the eerie sound of bones cracking.

The black shadow that came down before I knew it was sweeping the ronin like a wave.

‘Lakyangsamui’, who came to his senses, hurriedly attacked the shadow.

Two swords swept away the shadows.

Cha-cha-cha-.

The shadow and Song Jin-wol and Hong So-so intertwined at an invisible speed.

Donghwa High, the master of the recommendation, hovered around the three people, waiting for an opportunity.

But the fight was over before he even jumped in.

chin chin greung-.

The sword bodies of Song Jin-wol and Hong So-so were cut off.

After that, the two grabbing his chest shuddered and stepped back.

The appearances of Song Jin-wol and Hong So-so, revealed in the moonlight, were disastrous.

The upper body was slashed in tatters as if it had been scratched by a beast.

The black shadow turned its gaze toward Donghwa High School.

The face of a black shadow was revealed in the moonlight that just in time escaped from the clouds.

He is a white-haired old man whose age is difficult to guess.

The ten blades on the tips of his fingers glistened like nails in the moonlight.

In an instant, Donghwa High School’s eyes were stained with despair.

“Cheonsalgwijo?”

“It kills even the sky,” said the great horse head, licking the blade of the demon with its tongue.

“Yeonja, don’t be afraid of death.”