Chapter 891

Episode 891. Do what you like?

There are times when people think, ‘Let it be as it should be’.

Yeonjeokha was like that now.

When he learned of the ambition of the sword king, Namgung Byeok, whom he believed to be a great swordsman, a terrible sense of despair came over him.

Of course, his uncle’s ambition is not evil.

It’s just that he didn’t know the true nature of the Murim family.

When the heart that adored the uncle and the Namgung family disappeared, everything went back to square one.

On the other hand, the struggles of the past, trying to get away from the green forest, felt fleeting.

Aren’t there people among the Green Forest who are just as righteous as the people of Murim?

Maybe you are one of them.

“Gongja? Are you going over there?”

The finger of heart pain was pointing at a shabby shop with the word ‘liquor’ written on it.

Because the Nammaeng is in a state of war, they build a wall with drinking.

It’s not forbidden by the Musketeers, but it’s an atmosphere of being careful?

“Let’s do it. What is life?”

With a spirit of rebellion against the Southern Alliance command, the Yeonjeokha readily agreed.

Heartache’s face brightened.

I’ve been paying attention to myself for so long, but now that I’m finally able to drink, it’s understandable.

Yeonjeokha did not hide and sat at the seat by the wide open window.

Before long, the wine and snacks were piled up on the table.

I continued to drink the alcohol that was accompanied by the heartache of love affair as if I were drinking water.

Is it because I decided to get drunk?

When I emptied a bottle of alcohol, I became drunk and my mind was agitated.

“Old Sim.”

“yes.”

“Old Shim, do you like Obongsan? Do you like Seokgyeongjang?”

“I like Seokgyeongjang.”

“why?”

“Even if you don’t work, food, clothing and shelter are solved, and there are Wol-a and Geum-a. Which one do you prefer, Confucius?”

“I like Seokgyeongjang, too.”

“why?”

“Because it’s suitable for me to live with you. You can’t live with your sister at Obongsan or Namyeon Pass.”

“ah!”

Sim Tong knew why Yeon Jeok-ha liked Shigyeongjang.

All he wants is Namgoong Yeon.

Do people know that the dream of being the best in the world is so simple?

‘Tsk! The Sword King must have a lot of worries.’

The son-in-law, who is the best man of all time and money, has no intention of managing Moorim, so he must be going crazy.

After emptying another bottle of alcohol, Yeon Jeok-ha said out of the blue.

“You must hate the Southern League and the Hocheon League, right?”

“What do you mean you hate?”

“What?”

“If Confucius intervened first... he would definitely hate it.”

“So you know people will die and pretend you don’t know?”

“Isn’t the sword king wrong?”

“Then am I wrong?”

“Even Confucius was not wrong.”

“To come and go.”

“Life is just like that.”

“Anyway, you’re not saying I’m wrong, are you?”

“Yes, but... it’s a bit vague to say right or wrong on that matter... Confucius?”

I looked at Yeonjeokha with heartache and bewildered eyes.

Do you put a bottle to your mouth and pour it?

That’s something he’s never seen before.

He has never drank to the point of getting drunk since his days at Obongsan Mountain.

But now his face was flushed.

“why?”

“Are you really drunk?”

“why? Shouldn’t I be drunk?”

“It can’t be.”

The heartache that shook his head in an exaggerated motion moved to a corner of the table.

Three bottles were lying around.

Since we shared one of them, it means we drank more than two bottles by ourselves.

“Are you ignoring my feelings? If you circle infinity once, you will find them all.”

“If you find it? Are you going to hit me right away?”

“Only the teacher.”

That was the answer Yeonjeokha found.

In fact, the Hocheon League, created by the Chilpamun, is not a nameless organization as rumored.

They were strong enough for the Sword King to worry about the future of the South.

If the Demonic Cult leader disappeared, the number of sacrifices of the Hocheonmaeng would decrease considerably.

Heartache immediately understood the thoughts of Yeon Jeok-ha.

“That would be fine too. Do you care about people like that?”

“There might be Seol Cha-su and Yoo Geun-shik among them. If they do nothing, they are almost certain to die.”

“That’s it again.”

The heartache that was shaking his head suddenly asked.

“By the way, Gongja. Do you know the way to infinity? You don’t seem to be looking down from a while ago.”

“I don’t know. If you see a big village on the way, go down and ask.”

“Looking at his red face and eyes, he looks like he’s still drunk... are you okay?”

“uh. It doesn’t feel too bad.”

“It’s okay if you wake up and don’t regret it.”

“regret? ah i don’t know This is the fault of Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng. I am not wrong.”

“Hehe. Even if things go wrong, no one will dare to say anything to Confucius.”

***

Around sundown.

Heshi Village in northern Wuhan.

About 50 warriors were running along the banks of the Yangtze River, a tributary of the Yangtze River.

The man running madly in front stopped for a moment.

At that moment, about 50 soldiers who followed him collapsed on the spot.

“Haha! Mandible! Haha!”

“omg! omg!”

The sound of heavy breathing pushed away the sound of the wind on the riverside.

Dong Il Hak Jin, head of the Wuhan Branch of the Hocheon League, sat down next to Yang Hong of Cheongpung Island, the head of the branch.

“omg! omg! branch manager. How much more do I have to go?”

“ha! Since we passed the sign of Hasokchon a while ago, we have about 50 li (about 20 kilometers) left.”

“Fifty li?”

Jin Liang looked at Yang Hong with a white face.

Since I had fought with three Demonic Cult masters two o’clock (four hours) ago, it was clear that I would meet with the headquarters tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.

Instead of answering, Yang Hong asked again.

“How are the wounded?”

“Fortunately, no one’s life is in danger yet.”

“I’ll turn. No matter how you think about it, this is crazy.”

Yanghong shook his head.

He had only fought three masters of the Demonic Cult, but there were ten wounded in the Wuhan branch.

The Demonic Cult masters left as soon as they heard the sound of the flute.

I got goosebumps at the thought of meeting Sambaek, a master who had reached his peak.

“It is too late now. Isn’t it said that demons can’t escape the magic cult’s follow-up technique? If you have to go all the way to Mt. Mokryeon to live or die, there is even a glimmer of hope.”

Yang Hong’s gaze turned to the soldiers of the Wuhan branch lying around.

The good thing is that they encountered the enemy without even having time to engage in manned operations.

Thanks to that, Hocheonmaeng naturally became what he wanted, and now he was proud to look at them.

The question is whether this number of people can make it to Mt. Mokryeon alive.

The masters of the Demonic Cult, who had only heard about it, were terrifying.

It was like a pack of fifty dogs attacking three tigers. Even if there were only five masters of the Demonic Cult, the result would have been reversed.

Yang Hong, who was trembling, forced himself to stand up.

As he moved, the fallen warriors stood up one by one.

A bitter smile appeared on Yanghong’s lips.

It was heartbreaking to see the soldiers of the Wuhan branch already in disrepair.

Yu Jin-Won, the master of the Cheongeommun gate, grabbed Yoo So-Woon’s arm and raised him up.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s a little dizzy...but it’s bearable.”

Yoo Jin-won looked at Yoo So-woon’s arm with pity.

During the melee, he was cut and bled by the same mundo, so there was nothing to say.

“It was because it was hot... but because the sun had set. It will be fine.”

“If you see an opportunity and find it difficult, cross the river. Since you are injured, both sides will understand.”

“No. Hocheonmaeng’s headquarters is not far away...”

Before she could finish her words, gloomy laughter was heard from all directions.

“Quack-!”

“Hehehe!”