Chapter 640

640 times. It’s not about moving while eating.

Dosolmun is known not only in Geumsan-hyeon but also in Gangnam-seong.

This is because Jang Cheon, the grandfather of Jang Woong, the master of the Tang dynasty, is a true man of the Tiantai sect.

In Guju, the closer the disciple of the clan and the degree of kinship, the higher the price.

It is because the bond with the disciple of the clan is still strong.

So, the lord of Gangnam Province sends a gift to Jangung, the lord of Dosolmun, every year.

As long as Seongju notices, there is nothing to say in Geumsan-hyeon.

The spirited people of Dosolmun acted as if they were disciples of the Tiantai sect.

Do you think Banban beats customers for drinking Hong Seol-ah, a specialty of Yeongcheon-ju?

I’ll turn a blind eye to my family members beating me outside, but it’s human nature that I can’t stand being beaten.

As soon as Jang Il-seon, the first disciple, heard that the two major disciples had been hit in the half, the top turned around.

This is because the disciple of Dosolmun should not be beaten and beaten before the right and wrong are covered.

It was an act of humiliating not only Jangung, the owner of Dosolmun, but also Jangcheon Jinin of the Cheontae Order.

So, I ran to Banban, leading a priest named Geumsan-hyeon and three disciples of Lee Dae.

It was not difficult to find the outsider who caused the accident.

After all, there was only one guest at the restaurant.

Jang Il-seon approached the young man who had just stood up and gave a chin gesture.

“Are you the one who kicked out Dosolmun’s disciples as if he were in front of Dosolmun?”

Yeonjeokha took a good look around at the five men who looked like Dosolmundo.

Seeing this guy and that guy do it all the time, they are people who have built a wall with politeness.

With the Cheontae sect on the back, it is not understandable.

“You don’t even ask why?”

At Yeon Jeok-ha’s words, Jang Il-seon snorted and replied.

“joy! Regardless of the reason, you must not lay your hands on Dosolmun’s disciples. Seeing that he doesn’t know such basic things, he doesn’t seem to be from Gangnam, but where did he come from!”

“me? Did you come from Suyakju?”

Jang Il-seon looked at the young man with ambiguous eyes.

Unlike Yeongcheonju, the war partner, Suyakju did not have a bad relationship with Wansanju.

“Just because you are a foreigner does not mean that your sins disappear. Since you injured the disciples in the text, you must go to Dosolmun Gate with us. Myeongjin Songwon, catch the interest.”

As his name fell, the two men who had been glaring at him stepped forward.

Soon after, Myeong-jin approached Yeonjeok-ha’s left side and Songwon approached the right side.

At the moment, my stomach was twisted at the carefree attitude of the dosolmundo who were in a relationship.

I tried to quietly disappear with my best thought, but would you catch me?

Annoyed, he sat back in his chair.

This is the moment when Myeong-jin and Song-won are about to push their hands into the left and right armpits of Yeonjeok-ha.

‘Perfect!’ With a heavy hitting sound, Myeongjin and Songwon rolled backwards.

The center of their foreheads immediately swelled as they stood up, as if they had been hit properly.

Jang Il-sun was taken aback by the lightning-like trick of the young man and took a step back.

This time, Son Moo-chi, the best master of Geumsan-hyeon, stepped forward.

“I am Dosolmun’s hand. Who is that?”

“me? A traveler passing by.”

“Is it because it is a sin not to reveal your name? Or is it because the Tiantai sect shouldn’t know?”

Son Moo-chi subtly drove the young man to a strange side.

Of course, it wasn’t because he thought the opponent was a chump, but rather to put pressure on him.

However, I didn’t feel the pressure as much as the eyes of the eyes.

“You don’t deserve to know my name. Don’t bother and go when you say nice things. Go ask the first two whiners what’s going on. Then you will know too. That I’m not arguing.”

After the explanation, Yeonjeokha poured Seolah Hong into the glass again.

Soon after, he was just picking up a glass of wine, when suddenly, his hand jumped at him.

“Cha ha!”

Dosolmun’s punch, called the eighteenth number of yeonhwan, was blocked just before it burst out in a splendid way.

“Did you see the martial arts he uses?”

“I saw it, but it was a simple punch that only street men would use.”

“Tell me everything you know about him.”

“The disciples who were first attacked by him said that they had seen a dagger and a jade red jade.”

“Okjeok?”

Jangcheon Jin-in looked back at his teacher, So-yeon union.

Okjeok, along with firecrackers, was an object often used as a signal by the clan gates.

As expected, the So-Yeon union nodded as if they had the same idea.

Jiang Chen Jinyin stood up from his seat.

For the Tiantai sect, which is at war with the Chunroe sect, it was not an issue to just let go.

“We need to find out if he is really related to the Chun Lei sect, so take the lead.”

“yes!”

Jang Il-seon replied courageously.

At times like these, you realize how good it is to have a strong back.

***

Seoga Banjeom.

I sat by the window and slowly ate the fried rice I ordered.

Sweet Seolah Hong, well-grilled chicken, and fried rice are a satisfying meal after a long time.

“Uncle, are you a member of the clan?”

Yeon Jeok-ha asked Seo-yoon’s words.

“why?”

“Even if you’re a member of the clan, you’d better run away. Dosolmun Moonju’s grandfather is a true man of the Cheontae Order. Besides, even the true master is now at Dosolmun. If the people of the Tiantai sect come, you won’t even be able to break the bones.”

“By the way, I have a question. Are you in the mood not to eat Hong Seol-ah in Wansanju these days?”

“Where is that? If that was the case, my father wouldn’t have sold Seolah Hong either. Dosolmun’s disciples were drinking and doing it for nothing. Perhaps those people also ate Cheongju (淸酒) of Yeongcheonju? How famous is Cheongju in Yeongcheonju? Where is a place that doesn’t sell Yeongcheonju alcohol even if it’s a half-and-half?”

“But why are you saying that?”

“It’s a dosolmun. Dosolmun Moonju’s grandfather is a true member of the Cheontae sect, so he’s doing it for nothing. As if they were disciples of the Tiantai sect.”

An explanation that pops into my head.

I looked at the boy with a new pair of eyes.

“why?”

“Are you smart?”

“Where is that question? Stop talking nonsense and it’s not too late, so hurry up and go. I’ll wrap up the leftovers for you.”

“done. It’s not like eating and then moving.”

“Wow! It’s not a bluff joke. Uncle, then he really dies. I hope the secular masters know the general public...”

Stopping talking, Seoyoon quietly backed away.

At the same time, the half door opened and the Dosolmun officials entered quietly.

Jang Il-seon whispered close to Moon-joo Jang.

“He is the one who broke the hand of Munju-nim Sonmuchi. Seeing as he didn’t run away even though he knew he was coming from Dosolmun, he’s no ordinary guy.”

Jangung Moonju carefully examined the young man.

However, I couldn’t see it well because I had my face buried in a plate of fried rice.

I don’t know what else, but one liver was definitely swollen.

Ordinary people would not have dared to quarrel with Dosolmun.

‘Where’s this guy from?’

Jang-cheon Jin-in stepped out while Jang-woong Mun-ju was sticking out his tongue at the young man’s boldness.

As soon as he said his first words, the young man looked back with his mouth full of food.

“You...”

“Yeon Jinin?”

After pushing his disciple Jang Cheon Jin-in roughly, So-yeon’s union jumped forward.

It is a reckless momentum, as if he had reunited with a lover who had been separated in life after twists and turns.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who was sitting leisurely at her intense reaction, flinched and shrugged his shoulders.