Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 110

Published at 5th of May 2023 05:16:09 AM

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Chapter 110 -  I have no regrets when I have to be generous

Jungwon Sangbang is the most powerful Sangbang in Jeongju.

Of course, there are also several inns, spots, and bases that they directly operate.

As the name suggests, the midfield spot is above the midfield.

It is not so special that Lim Hae-soo, acting manager of the midfielder, visits this place. But today, he only had a companion named Baek Mi-joo.

As the acting chief, Hae-soo Lim and Mi-joo Baek were served a delicacy.

Im Hae-su picked up a bowl of gwantangpo (dumplings with broth) and placed it on an empty plate in front of Baekmiju.

“The star of this house. If you try the Mrs. Baek, you will fall in love with the taste.”

“Whoops. thank you."

Baek Mi-joo tore the dumplings on the plate with chopsticks, and the broth gushed out.

"oh. It's funny. It smells good.”

Baek Mi-joo put the dumpling filling in her mouth and mumbled.

A smile lingered on her lips as she looked at her like that.

Every part of her body tenses up as she watches her red lips squirm. She has an indescribable charm to her that is different from her sexiness.

“Oh, I heard the news. Have you made a new home in the palace? why didn't you tell me? I just wanted to help in a small way.”

“I haven't finished repairing the house yet. And I have already received enough help from the lessor. If it wasn't for the landlord, he wouldn't have even started.”

Baek Mi-joo was grateful to Im Hae-soo.

If he hadn't told us about Paljuryeong, the reconstruction of Waryongjang would have been impossible.

“The funds were also borrowed from Baekjia?”

“Half of it came from the head of the Baek family, and the rest was helped by the head of the Yang family.”

“I guess so. Sheep heads aren't the ones who help out for free. Are you okay?”

“Do you know what they might want?”

“I heard that disciples from sheep families are having a lot of difficulties lately. Since the head of the sheep can't do all the work on his own, he will also ask for help from Waryongjang.”

“If that’s the case, no problem. It’s something I’ve experienced enough in Luoyang anyway.”

“The situation will be different with Luoyang.”

“Is it different?”

"Exactly. There are not one or two clans that are targeting Yang's disciples. However, all of them are Safar, so their methods are cruel and vicious. By any chance, Waryongjang has experience fighting Sapa?”

“There’s nothing special about greening.”

“Compared to Sapa, Green Forest is pure. Sapa, uh... … .”

Lim Hae-soo shook his head excitedly.

The midfielder has also fought Sapa several times in the past.

How was the result?

suffered terrible damage.

If it had not been requested for mediation by the ‘Sakpunghoe’, an alliance of Sapa in Jeongju, it would have surely collapsed. Of course, a huge amount of money was broken in the arbitration process.

The upper midfield was also at that level, so it was obvious without looking at what Waryongjang would be like.

“I’m a little concerned after hearing Lim Dae-in’s words.”

“If you ever need mediation later, please contact me. I will let go of the bridge.”

"thank you. There is no one I can trust but Lim Dae-in.”

Baek Mi-joo stretched out Seom-seom corn and spread it over Imhae-su's thick back of hands.

There is a saying that times change in ten years.

Fourteen years ago, the age of six had changed beyond recognition.

But his grown-up Baek Mi-joo is different.

Moreover, since she was recognized by others, her face was almost the same as it was fourteen years ago. Thanks to her, she recognized who she was as soon as she saw her match.

My heart, which had been pounding like it was about to explode, subsided.

But like when she was six, she couldn't get her bearings on what to do.

Naturally, the conversation between Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong disappeared.

In the heavy silence, the conversation between the two middle-aged men and women was passed on to the two of them.

slurp. It's chewy.

Heartache focused on eating in silence. No, I pretended to.

‘Baek Lady’ and ‘Waryongjang’, and Yeon Jeok-ha’s firm expression as if he had seen a ghost.

'no way… … .’

He stuffed something into his mouth without stopping, but he couldn't taste it.

Has it been half an hour (about 7 minutes) like that?

I haven't even eaten half of it yet, but Yeon Jeok-ha quietly got up and went out.

Simtong threw away his chopsticks and hurriedly followed.

A tall building appeared in front of the two who were walking along the main road. Seeing that ‘Jeongju Jeilru’ is written at the entrance, it is Giru if it is not Juru.

It is seven stories high.

After checking the height of the serial killer, he strode inside.

Even in broad daylight, the first floor was full of customers.

Without stopping, I went up to the seventh floor, the topmost level, at once.

As we went up, the number of customers decreased, and the seventh floor was almost empty.

Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong sat by the window when a woman in her forties approached with young ladies.

“Ho-ho-ho. welcome. It seems like I'm meeting you for the first time, so I'd like to say hello. My name is Jang Bo-ok, the owner of Jeongju First Lu. I don't know if you know, but the seventh floor... … .”

Jang Bo-ok quietly blurted out her words.

She belatedly found the sword hanging from the waist of the old man and the boy.

The cost of drinking on the seventh floor is difficult for ordinary people to afford.

As a result, most of the guests were the owners of the Moorim breakwater unless they were high-ranking officials.

'Let's see. Do you think these burns have money?'

Of course, if a dispute arises over the price of alcohol, you can call the samurai.

The breakwater that looks after Jeongju Jeilru is Sapa, Tongcheonbang. In case a fight broke out, three warriors from Tongcheonbang were resident.

“Hoho, what are you guys standing around for? I do not accompany you sir.”

Jang Bo-ok slaps the back of the courtesan next to her as if scolding her.

After she gave her permission, the courtesans walked lightly to the seats next to the old man and the boy.

Jang Bo-ok dropped as many as four of her prostitutes and disappeared.

Afterward, the shop assistants didn't even ask for it, but she brought out food and alcohol.

Simtong, who was in a position like this for the first time, asked the courtesan next to her with a curious face.

“Here, you don’t even take an order, do you bring it yourself?”

“Yes, Nari. This is basic, and if you need more, you can order it separately.”

“Hum, hum, it’s not because I don’t have money, but how much does a drink cost in a place like this?”

“All this and that is forty hermits.”

"omg! forty? Only four bottles of alcohol and a table cost forty nyang?”

"Ho Ho. lily. Aren't we there instead? I will serve you wholeheartedly, so please take care of me.”

Heartache glanced at the younger brother's eyes.

He was looking out the window with a sullen face, showing no interest in alcohol or women. Looking around, he seemed to have come up just to see the view.

“You guys stop going. Our Confucius wants to be alone.”

“Oh, Nari… … .”

“Daein, I’ll take care of you. yes?"

The gisaengs flirted with her charms, but Simtong rejected her single knife and sent them all back.

After a while, the younger brother's mouth opened.

“When Waryongjang was destroyed, I was very sad. I thought my vengeance was over. by the way. I knew who I was seeing today. that you haven't even started Did you hear old Sim? That Waryongjang will be re-established in the Palace.”

"yes."

“I think it was really good to come to Jeongju.”

“Kuhhhh… … .”

Heartache moved up to his shoulders and he laughed grimly.

Seeing Yeon Jeok-ha's cool eyes, it seems that he will finally step on it properly.

“Confucius, just say the word. I'll chew it down to the bone and eat it.”

"I remember? I told you before that no one should have a relationship with Waryongjang.”

“It was.”

“I hate Baekgajang and Yanggajang just as much as Waryongjang.”

“Good idea. When taking revenge, you should do it generously so that there is no regret left.”

"Oh yeah?"

“Yes, my first teacher found all of the enemy’s family members and shaved them off… … .”

"Whew! That's not it. This old man has no middle ground. Are all Madou like that?”

Yeonjeokha frowned and nagged at him.

Heartache finally calmed down when Yeonjeokhe became more and more talkative. It was because he was so stiff that it was embarrassing to look at him just a moment ago.

The two of them came out after lunch, so they filled their stomachs with cooking rather than alcohol.

Perhaps because it was winter, we sat and chatted for about an hour (two hours), and the sun went down before we knew it.

As the sun went down, the vacant seventh floor began to fill up with guests little by little.

"Confucius, don't you think we should look for an inn soon?"

“It already happened.”

Yeonjeokha stood up without delay.

We had to hurry because it was difficult to get a good room the later we went.

As the two went towards the stairs, Jang Bo-ok and her courtesans rushed towards them.

“Ho-ho-ho! Ladies and gentlemen, are you leaving already? Did you have a good time?”

“How much?”

At the heartache question, Jang Bo-ok laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Ho Ho. I heard that Mae-hyang taught me, but what else do you ask? It’s 40 hermits.”

“What nonsense? You didn't even have courtesans with you, so you paid 40 nyang?"

“The price is already when you sit your children next to you… … .”

"joy! dog sound! You are the one who sat down Tell me how much it costs for drinks and food.”

Heartache coldly interrupted the woman.

If it wasn't for the younger brother next to her, she would have punched her first, but her lips trembled as she forced herself to hold it in.

“Oh, why are you doing this after coming to expensive Giru and playing well? I can't do it. Hurry up and bring the elder brothers of Tongcheonbang.”

Then, her gisaeng named Mae-hyang quickly disappeared.

As if this had not happened once or twice, there was no hesitation.

When other guests glanced at him, Yeon Jeok-ha, who felt sorry for nothing, stepped forward and tried to fix it.

“Hey, we don’t know the rules either, so let’s make some concessions to each other, right? I'll pay half the cost of calling her courtesan. Isn’t that enough for the price of sitting down and getting up?”

Giru was the first to come up with a reasonable compromise. I believed that at that level, it would end quietly without further quarrels.

But that was just the wind of the year before.

Broadly speaking, there are two types of people in the world. “Weak to the weak and strong to the strong” is the opposite of “strong to the weak and weak to the strong”.

If Yeon Jeok-ha was the former, Jang Bo-ok, who only managed special guests on the seventh floor, was the latter.

When a boy who seemed to be the old man's master bowed down and entered Jang Bo-ok, he felt contempt for him.

She misunderstood that the boy was afraid of the 'tongcheonbang'. Even the drunken warriors who used to make a fuss calmed down when they heard the sound of ‘Tongcheonbang’.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Jang Bo-ok's face.

“Hey, young Confucius. The calculations must be accurate. If you don't have money, you shouldn't have set foot in such an expensive place. Didn't it feel good to drink while looking down from the seventh floor? But it's for people with money. Guys, where are you without money?”

Then the gisaengs replied with a 'squeaky' laugh.

“It’s the bottom!”

“Did you hear? If you don't have money, you can squat on the first floor and drink. People fit the fountain... … .”

“Heh heh. It must be that the four years old decided to die. How dare you make fun of your snout in front of Confucius!”

When her swear words erupted from her heartbroken mouth, Jang Bo-ok hurriedly backed away.

Just in time, Maehyang climbed the stairs with the warriors of Tongcheonbang.

Jang Bo-ok, who backed away in surprise, made a fuss about her.

"oh! Brothers, why are you coming now! They said they would kill me because I had to pay for the drink... … .”

Musa raised his hand as if to stop it, and then said to Simtong.

“I am Yang Jin-saeng of Tongcheonbang. This place is managed by Tongcheonbang, so let’s pay quietly and go.”

While talking, Yang Jin-saeng secretly examined the armaments of the old man and the boy.

Belatedly checking the Liu Yu-do and the antique sword, he diligently shook his head.

‘Who are the old men and boys in Jeongju who use red yuyeopdo and swords?’

He thought of the top masters of Jeongju, but there were none.

That's it.

It was when Yang Jin-saeng was feeling relieved.

“Kiki kick.”

Yang Jin-saeng's gaze turned to the old man's side at the lightly twisted, frivolous laugh.

The boy lowered his head and forced a laugh out of him.

Chapter end