Chapter 463

Episode 463. I’m glad it’s you.

‘Ah!’ An exclamation flowed out.

Then, the feng shui lim, a folk tale, looked around the guests with a happy expression.

It is so admirable that ‘Wangbu’ and ‘Pungjisan’ were combined into ‘immortality’.

“Qin Shi Huang wasn’t the only one who pursued immortality. Immortality is the dream of all kings. The reason why the imperial family came close to Yumyeonggyo was to learn the law of immortality. Even Samcheok-dong knows that the famous religious leader is obsessed with immortality, so talking about it hurts.”

Pungsurim quenched my thirst with lukewarm tea.

“Kyaha! good night. The tea taste of this house is really the best in Namjikryeseong. Since Baekdam is a merchant, I sent him to ‘Wangbu’ first to see the liver. I would have been dubious about whether this would work. But the king’s reaction was very good? Baekdam, who had become courageous, secretly sprinkled gifts on ‘Pungjisan’. If the famous religious leader likes ‘Wangbu’ as much as he does, the upper class might aim for the position of the top ten grand masters. why? Who is going to touch the ‘King’s wife’ and the famous cult leader’s Geumil Sangbang?”

People shook their heads.

“When I look at this Bulmokhani and Baekdam, it reminds me of a story related to the Wolwang Gucheon. There was a person in a village who developed a drug that didn’t work. He subsisted on the medicine, washing the villagers’ clothes. But one day, a traveler passed by the place and bought the secret of holding hands with money. As soon as he buys it, the traveler visits the king of the moon, Gucheon. this is the tomb At that time, the king of the moon, Gucheon, was facing a river and was fighting a war with the state of Oh. It’s winter, so the soldiers’ hands are open and they can fight properly. The traveler sold this secret to the King of the Moon, Gucheon. Does the King of the Moon Gucheon only buy secrets? That traveler is perfect for a general! If Daejaeunsa’s Bulmokhani had taken the old book directly to the famous religious leader, her life would have changed. Anyway, there are people who do tricks and there are people who make money.”

The guests spat out one word with a bitter face.

“ha! How much would you like to sell it for?”

“It’s the size of a bowl.”

“I think the upper room took care of it a lot today.”

“The merchants are too good.”

People envied her good fortune, but at the same time regretted it.

After finishing the story, Feng Su-rim, who stood up from his seat, muttered as if to listen.

“By the way, I don’t know if there are any old books that Bulmokhani kept. If the old book is really valuable, I think ‘The King’ or the famous religious leader would have such suspicions. Or not.”

At the last words of Pungsurim, the guests whispered with the party.

Opinions of ‘I would have left at least one’ and ‘I don’t have that kind of hair’ were fiercely opposed.

In this way, Feng Shurim, a folk tale, left the Dagwan after giving abundant material for conversation.

Having come to his senses belatedly, he drank the tea in one gulp and stood up.

***

Namgung Se.

After leaving Dagwan, he returned to Namgung’s household around 5 o’clock (11:00 am).

It is when he crosses the yard to the main house.

Cheongwoon Sword Namgungcheon, who came out of the gymnasium, smiled brightly and waved.

“cadet! Where have you been shooting like that since morning?”

“I went for a little walk.”

“Where? Didn’t you see?”

Namgoongchun tilted his head.

I searched for Yeonjeokha for a while in the morning, but I couldn’t find it in Sega.

“Oh, I went to a nearby mountain and looked around the village before coming back.”

“aha! you went out I didn’t even know that, so I went looking for it in the morning.”

“Me?”

“uh. I was afraid to do something.”

He was a better match for Namgungcheon than his father, who was a rival to Namgungcheon.

It was because the fight with Yeon Jeok-ha, who was 12 years younger than himself, stimulated his fighting spirit.

“Shall we do it now? Beam?”

“Are you okay?”

Namgungcheon did not decline.

In my experience, the dance with Yeon Jeok-ha could be called a miracle in itself.

His sword was familiar, but on the other hand, it was elusive like the open sea.

I’m sure they use the same sword technique as the haze bag, but I don’t know why there’s such a difference.

My father said that Yeonjeokha had already reached the state of mucho, so that would be the case.

It uses herbivorous food, but the boundary is broken, so it contains the principle of a long sword?

When I told him that I think interpreting dreams is better than dreams, my father laughed.

As far as I know, I can see it.

It must have been the explanation of his father, who is called the King of Swords.

Namgungcheon took Yeonjeokha and returned to the gymnasium.

The attention of the disciples who were training at the gymnasium was focused on Yeonjeokha.

The startled Yeonjeokha helped him as he hurriedly sat down.

“Where are you, brother?”

“It’s because I’m out of energy. I feel dizzy because I am hungry. I’m so hungry I think I’m going to throw up.”

“I think you overdid it.”

Namgungcheon nodded.

I was a little greedy in front of the sword.

For some reason, the swordsmanship that I had only dreamed of was possible now.

With that conviction, I went one step further.

‘Cheondongmangwol’, which was burning with white light, was created in that way.

That was the secret of ‘Cheondong Mangwol’ that he realized.

“Still, where did you break the wall? There are many people who cannot break the wall no matter how hard they try their whole life. It’s all thanks to you. It’s so good that you’re my brother. thanks.”

Namgungcheon sincerely thanked Yeon Jeokha.

If it wasn’t for him, the absolute state might have ceased to be a dream. Just like most people do.

“Thank you. What have I done? It all happened because of his great talent.”

“no. I don’t think I’m the only one who heard geniuses in Gangho. there was a lot But not all of them have reached the absolute stage. Is there such a thing as the chosen people?”

“Ah, is that so?”

“okay. Now I can follow in your heels. ha ha ha!”

Namgungcheon laughed heartily as if she was really happy.

***

Around noon.

Two men entered Gujugak, a restaurant used by the direct descendants of the Namgung family.

Associated with Namgungcheon.

The movements of the admirers who saw Sogaju and the prospective son-in-law of the Namgung family became busy.

After a while, one of the fans came with Xiaolongpo (小籠包) dumplings.

“Two of you, eat this first. In the meantime, I will prepare other food.”

“yes.”

“I will eat well.”

As soon as Chanmo put down Soryongpo, Namgungcheon ate it like a man possessed.

The couple enjoyed the Soryongpo leisurely.

By the time I finished the soryongpo, rice, Geumneung salt water pressure (duck dish), Dongpa-yuk (steamed pork meat), iron plate beef (stir-fried beef), and steamed sea bream were served.

Namgungcheon, who put out the urgent fire with a soryongpo, said elegantly while eating duck meat.

“Is there anything worth seeing outside?”

“There were only a lot of people, so there was nothing to see?”

“Then did you just come here to watch people?”

“Ah, I stopped by Dagwan and had a cup of tea.”

“You went to Dagwan instead of Juru? you?”

Namgungcheon looked at Yeonjeokha with surprised eyes.

Don’t you know if it’s alcohol? His figure drinking tea alone was not well drawn.

“Brother, I actually enjoy drinking tea more than alcohol.”

“okay? I will trust you.”

“Actually, I was passing through the road, but at the dagwan...”

Yeon Jeok-ha was about to talk about Seolhwain when Namgung-yeon burst in.

“uh? should be opened did you come early? Are you hungry too? Shall I bring my father here too?”

“My father went out at the invitation of Moyongga.”

Namgungcheon flinched at the word ‘Moyongga’.

Moyongga, who lost his position as the Murim family, clung tenaciously to the Namgung family.

Let’s make ‘Cheongwoon Sword’ and ‘Hanga Sword’.

“So, before you say anything more, tell your father quickly. Brother.”

For a moment, Namgungcheon’s shoulders drooped.

He said to Yeon Jeok-ha, ‘I can’t cut my hair,’ but he was no different.