Chapter 226

Chapter 226

Moo-young came out immediately.

A not very large yard spreads out in front of you.

On a small bench, a wrinkled old woman was cutting and drying herbs with leaves shaped like human hands.

Although he looks well over ninety, he carefully catches herbs with his blind eyes and trims them with a small knife.

Shuk.

Was it because it was overpowered?

Even though he cut himself, he couldn’t overcome the force and the sharp part of the blade cut through the old woman’s skin.

“It’s like this again.”

Even though the blood began to flow, the old woman’s voice was insignificant. Moo-young hurriedly approached and grabbed him as he was about to wipe his hands with a rag next to him.

“......?”

“You cut yourself again.”

The old woman couldn’t help but feel apologetic at Mu-young’s words and tried to withdraw her hand.

“Stay still. It doesn’t get better anymore.”

At Mu-young’s words, the old woman puts on a sullen expression.

He tries to stop the bleeding by pressing the blood canal next to the wound and blocks the blood with his own energy, but it doesn’t work.

It’s because of getting older. He was so old that he couldn’t even stop bleeding properly.

“It’s always amazing to see.”

When the bleeding stops after a while, the old woman smiles, revealing sparsely missing teeth.

Moo-young smiled and tore off the clean hem of his long sleeves and wrapped it around the old woman’s hand.

wounded hands. It wasn’t just once or twice that an accident like this happened.

I told the old woman who was taking care of my work several times to take a break, but she didn’t listen. In particular, whenever Moo-yeong returned from an outing, she always brought back a new meal, saying that she should always eat warm rice.

“I’m sorry.”

The old woman said sorry with wrinkled eyes.

Moo-young, who had been silently looking at him, smiled.

“Let’s rest for today.”

“yes? nope, that’s not okay. An adult is at home.”

Adults, I always call that to my young self.

Seeing the old woman waving her hand, Mu-yeong shook her head.

“Looks like I should go out and see.”

“Oh, are you going to work?”

“yes.”

“If you do, I will prepare a cheap meal for you.”

“it’s okay. Go out and eat.”

“Nonsense. When you go out for work, you have to eat a hearty meal at home.”

The old woman shook off Moo-young’s hand and entered the kitchen with quick steps despite her stooped waist.

Even if you dry it, you will not hear it. I just have to leave it as it is because I am happy with it.

무명촌 (nameless village).

It is literally a small mountain village without a name.

A hundred years have passed since it was created, and it is a huge place with more than a thousand people living there, but still no one knows about it.

They were people who had been living for generations, thinking that that place was everything in the world.

Moo-young, who was looking outside the private gate with unfocused eyes, saw a figure approaching in her eyes.

“My lord.”

A good-looking man dressed as a merchant came and sat down on the bench where Mu-young was sitting.

dump.

The old woman, who had entered the kitchen at the sound of a heavy load being unloaded, stuck her head out and was delighted.

“You’ve got the middle mark.”

“yes. How are you?”

“Amman. Thanks to you, I live without starving.”

“What are you saying? This time, I brought a lot of dried fish, so please share it with the villagers.”

“Strength is good. Did you carry all of them?”

The old woman is surprised to see the huge burden that Jung-pyo is carrying.

“Why are you always thankful? Wait a minute. I’ll prepare my own rice.”

“yes.”

Joong-pyo, who greeted them warmly, wiped off his sweat a couple of times and then looked at the same place as Mu-yeong and said,

“I found the whereabouts of Shaman District Prosecutor.”

A polite way of speaking that was different from the conversation with the old woman.

In addition to the name Jungpyo, he had the name Chuyeong (追影), and was one of the seven leaders of Yeoneundang in charge of the Hanam branch.

“It must be the West Bank, right?”

“yes. Jeongmu-maeng’s gaze is focused on it, so I can’t get close to it, but I’m sure. For now, Wol-young is watching from a distance.”

“Muk-young’s death. The Shaman District Prosecutor’s Office is also involved.”

“yes.”

Moo-young’s eyes change sharply.

Shameless sword, Jinmu.

He began to be admired as a hero in the Jeongmu-maeng, but from their point of view, he was one of the enemy’s thorns.

“... ... for a cause.”

Chu-young returned with a cold gaze as always.

“Now, meals tongue.”

Moo-young and Chu-young laugh innocently at the appearance of an old woman who has prepared a full table just in time.

“Let’s eat together.”

As if nothing had happened, as if the future to come was nothing.

Green herbs grown everywhere as far as the eye could see swayed with a rustling sound, following the wind blowing up the mountain foot.

A medicinal herb called hemp that resembles the shape of a human beckoning.

* * *

Jinmu felt good.

It was because it was no different from liquidating all the relationships that had been going on for so long.

After the work of the Xianbu was over, I stopped by Jinhuiru and met Heo Sam-soo again.

“How can I call you in the future?”

“Chunju.”

“All right.”

Jinmu said it as if it were natural, and Heo Sam-soo accepted it as if it were natural.

You probably still haven’t acknowledged it. Well, what does it matter what you call it? It doesn’t even cost money.

“Are you going to Cheonungbang?”

“okay.”

“If you do, take this guy with you.”

The little boy Heo Sam-soo brought.

The guy with the name Hwangshin (黃信) had just turned 20, and he was as blunt as his stubbornly closed mouth.

But, oddly enough, it happened.

Aside from being so dwarfed that the age of twenty is unbelievable, the appearance is strange.

The lines are too thick to be called a woman, and the features are too fine to be called a man.

A well-stretched nose and eyes shining with firearms. His eyelashes are long enough to cover half of his eyes, and his lips are red like blood.

The hands that were politely gathered in front of her looked like a seomseomoksu for anyone to see, and her skin was so pale that when she was dressed as a woman, she could hear the sound of Gain, even if it wasn’t perfect.

Could this guy be like Jegal Sansan? No, there’s nothing special about that, right?

Jegal Sansan was also a Jinmu that he recognized at a glance, but this guy couldn’t get a sense of it at all.

“buy... ... Are you my baby?”

“.......”

At Jinmu’s question, Heo Sam-soo raises his head and widens his eyes.

“Are you a bitch?”

“I buy it.”

right? yes?

It’s crazy, but why do you keep looking into it?

No matter how strange it looks, since when did I become like this? Like a bag of books... ... .

Was it an illusion that Heo Sam-soo, who noticed the change in Jinmu at the moment, had an impression as if he were seeing a bug?

“Hmm, hmm. I was just asking. just.”

“Ah, yes.”

“.......”

Damn you, damn shaman. Did I get the indigo disease without my knowledge?

When the thought reached that point, Jinmu hated it and frowned arrogantly, and Hwangshin maintained a respectful attitude without changing his expression even once in the face of open misunderstandings.

Guys like that usually hide their insides well. Hmm, I don’t like it for some reason... ... .

Heo Sam-soo, who looked at Jin-mu, who was looking up and down at Hwang-sin with a very displeased expression, added an explanation.

“He is a pretty good guy in Haomen too. He was once also a silver widow, and to the extent that Lord Moon tried to recruit him as a disciple.”

The Silver Widow?

Did Myung Se-chan try to make you a disciple?

That’s a big deal.

“I will wait on the Lord while I go to Cheonungbang. You can also contact us through this guy.”

In other words, it would mean that he would serve as an attendant on the liaison, and also serve as a supervisor.

I don’t like it, but let’s accept it for now. I have to keep in touch with Hao Mun anyway.

Anyway, thinking about it, it seems that Gonghu has not been able to contact Myung Se-chan yet.

As I left Cheonwoongbang, I repeatedly asked Salmak and Haomun that I must obtain them.

Did he become stupid because he was with Chun Woo-myeong?

“For now, take a day off and start tomorrow. I will prepare the horse.”

“okay.”

I give it to you, but there is no reason to refuse it.

I was thinking about buying a horse, but money was tight. An admirable guy from the Xi’an branch.

While Jinmu smiled happily, the main ansang, which Hyangran Lee had prepared himself, was filled with alcohol and side dishes.

Whoops, too.

It’s good to be back again.

After all, the sapaecheonju is the best than the clogged guru semblance.

Tonight, drink like a dog.

I’ll show you what quadrupedal walking is!