Episode 903. Can’t we leave the South too?
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the world was buzzing with the Moorim Festival, which had been held for a long time.
The Hocheonmaeng and the Nammaeng ran around in every way for the success of the Moorim Competition held by each other.
Both sides tried to prove that they were the suzerains of the Murim through the Murim Competition of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng sent out invitations to all parts of the world, as well as Sangbang and Muga.
Later – except for Sapa – I also sent it to people who made a name for themselves in Gangho.
It was to the extent that if you did not receive an invitation from the Hocheonmaeng and the Nammaeng, you would hear the voices of obscenities.
The fear of the famous religion and the demonic religion faded, and Kang-ho was enthusiastic about the Moorim competition of the Hocheon League and the Nam League.
Regarding the current situation, many people commented that it was the renaissance period of the political faction Murim.
Actually it was.
The Demonic Cult fled, and the famous Cult, which pretended to be the owner of the world, ceased its activities as if it had died.
The green roads also became softer than before.
The teenagers did not dare to be harsh because they had a relationship with Hocheonmaeng or Nammaeng.
It is said that there are less than seventy green forests, but in reality, there were very few gatherings.
On the other hand, minor breakwaters easily gathered around the branch of Hocheonmaeng.
Wouldn’t it be unaware if a civil war broke out?
In daily life, forested wild vegetables are no match for the well-organized Hutian League branch.
The Southern Alliance is more
It is famous as the great devil who fights in the green forest to the southern stream.
Even though they were not rivals, there was no bandit that could compete with the South, whose father-in-law was the leader.
As a result, the world was quiet.
It wasn’t the calm before the storm, it was like a calm lake without elements of conflict.
Conflicts between political factions decreased, but the political faction’s internal situation was deteriorating.
***
Namjikryeseong.
Hefei.
Seokgyeongjang.
Audience.
Seol Cha-su, who came as the messenger of the Hocheon League, smiled and placed a red package on the table.
“Namcheon Grand Gorge. How have you been? This is an invitation to the Hocheonmaeng Moorim Competition.”
Yoo Geun-shik quickly intervened and made an excuse that was not an excuse.
“Originally, Branch Manager Ma was supposed to go, but something urgent happened in the family, so we came instead.”
Yeonjeokha responded by picking up the bag.
“Welcome. Even if it’s not, I’ve always been curious about the safety of Seollal and Yoo. How are you?”
Seol Cha-su, Yu Geun-sik, Jin Seol-ha and Yeon Jeok-ha accompanied the twelve horsemen when they went hunting for them.
At the time, I was shocked by the cooperative behavior of the young people of my age. Since then, I have had a good relationship with them.
Seol Cha-soo answered on behalf of Yoo Geun-shik.
“Thanks to your concern, I have been well. I heard about your daughter. It’s late, but congratulations. I heard that you look like Empress Dowager Ten.”
“You are prettier than your sister.”
Seol Cha-soo and Yoo Geun-sik only laughed at Yeon Jeok-ha’s words, but did not respond.
Even so, in front of Namgung-yeon, he couldn’t bear to agree with that statement.
Namgoongyeon smiled and nodded.
“It is true that Ji An is much prettier than me. Would you like to see it?”
Namgoongyeon pushed the daughter she was holding in front of the two of them.
“Wow! I have never seen such a pretty baby.”
“The look in their eyes seems to know who we are.”
Seol Cha-soo and Yoo Geun-sik forgot about the invitation and couldn’t take their eyes off the baby’s face.
When the outstretched arm felt numb, Namgung-yeon pulled the baby back and held it in his arms.
Thinking of the leader and musketeer that I was secretly looking forward to, my heart already felt stuffy.
***
Confederate guesthouse.
Seol Cha-soo and Yu Geun-sik, who came out of Seokgyeongjang, went to the Southern League and met Jin Seol-ha.
Although they were divided into Nam-maeng and Ho-cheon-maeng, the three shared their regards with a smile.
Yoo Geun-sik said jokingly.
“Sister Jin. the face is clear Do you think the water of the Nammaeng is better than the Hocheonmaeng?”
“of course. By the way, how is the atmosphere of Ho Chun Meng these days?”
“bad. There should be a few breakwaters that passed from Hogwangseong and Henan to the South.”
The tea water sneaked in.
“Still, it’s fortunate that the rumors that Namcheon Daehyeop left the Southern Alliance cooled the fever of leaving the alliance. Before that, when I opened my eyes in the morning, I wondered, ‘How many have I crossed today?’ Because I was nervous.”
“Is that enough?”
When Jin Seol-ha raised her eyes round, Yoo Geun-shik asked again.
“Didn’t you know that Sister Jin was in the Southern Alliance?”
“Hey, I’m way down the ranks. Maybe it’s because I’m from the Hocheonmaeng, so I don’t talk about Hocheonmaeng in front of me.”
“I see. Hocheonmaeng is now clamoring to come back before the Moorim Championships.”
“I moved the enemy to the South, but are they found again?”
“So that’s a problem. They told me to bring it back unconditionally from above, but there must be a way. Everyone is on edge. I’m worried that there will be an accident.”
“Are you buying?”
“Hocheon-maengdo, but why don’t you peck at the top of the south-maeng? If you continue to fight from above, the people below you will have to draw their swords to say.”
“No way! It’s still the same political faction.”
“If it weren’t for the Moorim Championships, it would be less. The Moorim tournament held on the same day is a problem. It’s completely on one side or the other. Because there is no such thing as a civil war.”
Yoo Geun-sik shook his head excitedly as if he was tired of it.
In fact, internally, it was worse than during the Great War.
If a faction notifies the absence, the branch heads with that faction break up.
Since non-participation in the Moorim Convention was linked to withdrawal, everyone was alert.
Seol Cha-soo said with a worried face.
“This is the case with the Moorim Championships, but I’m afraid just thinking about what would happen if a dispute broke out later between the upper and middle sides.”
It was only then that he realized that the conflict between Jinseolha and Hocheonmaeng was not simple.
“I don’t know if this is going to be a big deal or not.”
“It was wise for you to move the enemy to the Southern Alliance early on. If you had remained in Hocheonmaeng until now... Phew!”
A shotgun trick flowed from Seol Cha-soo’s mouth.
If Jin Seol-ha was in the Hocheon Alliance, it would be fortunate if he did not get treated as an illegitimate member of the Southern Alliance.
At that time, Yoo Geun-sik said softly.
“The death penalty. Will you stop getting up? If we hold on to Sister Jin for a long time, the Southern Alliance might suspect her.”
“Oh, I see.”
Seol Cha-soo reflexively stood up.
It is because if the atmosphere of the Nammaeng is the same as the Hocheonmaeng, it will remain so.
Jin Seol-ha was unable to catch the two because of his qualifications as a native of the Hocheon League.
Immediately after saying goodbye to the two, Jinseolha was called to the Hobeopdang.
She was released only after being investigated and mentally educated there until late at night.
Jinseolha suddenly raised her head as she trudged back to the lodging while feeling the cool autumn breeze.
I don’t know why the moon that lights up the darkness is so cold and strange today.
“This is why Yeondaehyeop left the Southern Alliance...”
For those who aspire to succeed, this may be an opportunity, but he felt empty.
Just then, the blue cloud sword Namgungcheon, who had been looking for Jinseolha, appeared in front of her.
“Gin Mae? Why are you doing that?”
In response to his friendly voice, I said something that I shouldn’t have said.
“Brother. Can’t we leave the South too?”