Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 157

Published at 8th of May 2023 05:10:43 AM

"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus

Chapter 157 -  Like the day of the year

Yeonjeokha, who heard something about greening from afar, smiled and said.

“I think Green Forest should change its name.”

“Your name?”

Gu Cheon-no also looked at Yeonjeok-ha with curious eyes.

I want to know what it is that I have to change my name out of the blue while drinking tea.

“Uh, to the neighborhood book. If something happens, they mention greening.”

Only then did Shen Tong realize that Yeon Jeok He had spoken after hearing the people of the Heavenly Gate Gate.

“Should I rip that bitch’s mouth out?”

“Tsk tsk! Why are you attacking me to death when I said it for a laugh? I am afraid that someone will find out.”

“Shit, I thought you were offended by Confucius. I didn't know it was a joke.”

Yeonjeokha asked Cheongun Sword Namgungcheon.

“Brother, you thought I was joking when I said neighborhood drum, right?”

"haha. of course. If that isn't a joke, what is a joke?"

“Look. Old Sim is strange.”

“Yes, I will be careful in the future.”

“What are you paying attention to? You can just do it and move on. Because it's surprisingly stubborn. We want to live comfortably like normal people. comfortably."

At the continued criticism, Heartache laughed awkwardly and scratched his head.

Namgung-cheon and Hwayong-doksim Namgung-yeon couldn't help but laugh.

However, Seol Chsu and his party did not dare to laugh and turned his head around and said something different.

Meanwhile, Yoo Jin-won, who was standing there devastated by the unexpected news, hurriedly asked.

“If so, did you inform this master?”

“Yes, I sent someone to inform them that I had a problem with Chilsangmun, so come quickly to Banban with the remaining disciples.”

"Good job."

Eugene Won nodded his head with a hard face.

Of course, compared to Chilsangmun, there was no chin, but there was no other way for now.

His daughter, Yoo So-woon, said with a worried expression.

“Can we do it on our own? Asking for help from other clans around you... … .”

“Who will help us in a world where it is difficult to take care of ourselves like these days? Chil Sang-mun knows that, so he is trying to steal our business.”

“Then you have no choice but to open your eyes and take it away?”

“Once you have a conversation, what number will come out?”

“What kind of conversation do you have with the person who forcibly held the ark in the upper direction…?” … .”

Yoo So-woon shook her head excitedly.

Considering what Chil Sang-mun was doing, that was a nonsense.

Heavenly Gate.

“Master!”

Someone opened the gate and ran through the Cheongeommun.

Lee Cheol-san, who was drinking tea with his pupils in the main hall, glanced back.

It was Jeong So-sam, who had accompanied Munju about half an hour ago.

“Hey! Come to the Dead Sea Spot with His disciples!”

“What do you mean?”

“From Chilsangmun Gate, they come to Bantam with the Taiping Sangbang Ark. quick! hurry!"

“I can't understand what you're saying. Calm down and try again.”

Only then did Jeong So-sam calm her excitement and say,

“Didn’t Lord Moon and the Taiping Sangbang agree to sign a contract today? However, it seems that Chil Sang-moon intervened in the middle and made a mess. They took the ark of Taiping Sangbang as a hostage and said, ‘I will show you how weak the Gate of Heaven is.’”

"ah! So tell us to come quickly to the half?”

"yes."

“If it were not, there could be a fight with Chil Sang-mun in the half place?”

“Yes, yes.”

Jeong So-sam's voice suddenly became quieter.

The thought that he could fight with Sergeant Chil made him panic.

Cheolsan Lee looked around his disciples in the daecheong.

There are seven men and women in their early twenties, including Jeong So-sam.

There are five people who went with Munju, so if you add them all together, you and yourself are thirteen.

In comparison, the disciples of Chilsangmun are over forty.

In addition, there are rumors that the guests of Chilsangmun are masters of the Moorim.

'ha! I barely got a decent job, but what is this... … .’

Han Chae-yeon and Ha So-baek, who descended the mountain together, are working upstairs.

On the first day he came to Wuhan, he fell in love with Yu Jin-won, a swordsman, and became a martial arts master.

Since then, I have been teaching the ‘palsangdobeop’ and ‘the dragon and tiger dobeop’.

The standard here was low enough to hear that it was just great.

Munju is a well-spoken bowman, but he has never fought against a human. The method of swordsmanship he is said to have learned is still incomplete, so even its substance is ambiguous.

There are even rumors that Yu Jin-won, a swordsman with a bow, is a fraudster.

“Master. What should I do?"

Lee Chul-san, who was lost in thought, came to his senses at Jeong So-sam's words.

And he looked at Jeong So-sam with complicated eyes.

A little while ago, ‘Quick! Hurry up!’ he changed his words to ‘what should I do?’. To that extent, the Gate of Heaven is no match for Gate of Seven.

Of course, he himself was shaken.

However, if you run away from this situation, you have to leave Wuhan or wander as a ronin.

Because there will be no clan that will hire a warrior who pretends not to see when the clan is in crisis.

Like Han Chae-yeon and Ha So-baek, he must face Sang-moon Chil to establish himself.

“How do you do it? I have to go. Grab your weapons.”

"yes!"

The disciples are moved by Lee Cheol-san's spirit.

Even if he is a heavy widow, he saw the true figure of a knight in the figure of not turning away from the crisis of the monk.

Lee Cheol-san and his party, which were running busily, had to stop in front of the Dead Sea Spot.

The disciples of Chilsangmun were controlling the people who came and went in front of the banquet.

Jeong So-sam looked at Lee Cheol-san with nervous eyes.

“Master! Now what?”

“Follow me.”

Unlike the crouching disciples, Lee Cheol-san took a step forward.

It is an act he would never have dreamed of before he met Yeonjeokha.

Just as Shimyanggak turned into heartache, not a few changes came to his inner self.

It's been a long time since I abandoned the habit of curling my tail at a disadvantage.

Lee Cheol-san, who was walking upright to the enemy camp, suddenly thought of his sworn brothers.

In the past, when the merchants of the shaman faction invaded, the sworn brothers did not run away and banded together.

Like the enemy that day, today he intends to lead his disciples to fight.

Gu Yang-cheon, the first disciple of Chilsangmun who discovered Lee Cheol-san, said to Master Cheongang-gum Yang Si-myeong.

“Master, the Heavenly Gates are coming.”

When Yang Si-myeong turned her head and saw Lee Cheol-san and his party, a sneer came to mind.

“Whoops! Is that guy the new martial arts instructor?"

"yes. They say your swordsmanship skills are quite good.”

“That’s right, it’s not a well frog. It must have been all about learning a few basic swordsmanships in military service.”

All of the martial arts instructors of the minor munpa were flat out.

However, he learned martial arts from that famous Qingcheng faction disciple. It is fundamentally different from those martial arts masters who are close to ronin.

In addition, the gatekeeper of Chilsangmun came out with guests to show off his power today.

The guests who enter the banquet hall are truly terrifying masters called Gangnam Samgoe.

The three of them were enough, but the reason why even ordinary students were brought was to put pressure on the Taiping Sangbang.

When the opponent came closer, Yang Si-myeong said coldly.

“Stop. Today, our Chilsangmun event is held at the Dead Sea Banjeom, and other people are not allowed to enter.”

“I am Lee Cheol-san, a martial arts instructor at Cheongeommun. Our Moonlord told us to come to the Dead Sea Place, so I think we should go in. Please step aside for a moment.”

"joy! I guess my words sound like words. I am Yang Si-myeong of Chilsangmun. Do not look ugly in front of the disciples for no reason, and go back when you say good things.”

Ichae was young in Lee Cheol-san's eyes.

Rumors about Cheonkang Sword Yang Si-myeong stinged the ears of the disciples of Cheongeommun.

'Did you say he was a master who learned the martial arts of the Qingsheng faction?'

Considering that it is rare among martial arts instructors to have a nickname, he deserves to be arrogant.

However, it is not Lee Cheol-san who will die.

“On the way back, I heard that the lord of the ghost gate was trying to forcefully sign a contract by seizing the ark of the Taiping Sangbang. Is that why you're blocking the road?"

Yang Si-myeong screamed out loud at Lee Cheol-san’s straightforward words.

"this guy! What do you know about a vagabond subject? Do you really want to die!”

“If you have the ability, look at it.”

Along with the words, Lee Cheol-san pulled out Park Do.

“Crazy. Are you going to do it with only eight people? Kill me if you want. What are you doing! Hit!”

Thirty-year-old disciples of Chilsangmun drove the disciples of Cheongeommun with shouts.

Even in front of hordes of enemies, Lee Cheol-san did not feel intimidated.

Rather, he ran forward with a loud cry like a tiger.

Wherever Lee Cheol-san's Bakdo passed, fresh blood splattered along with screams.

When the five fell in a single clash, no one around him tried to approach him.

The disciples of Chilsangmun knew that they were no match for him and avoided him.

In the end, Yang Si-myeong, who had been backing down, stepped forward.

The Qingseong sect's Jeolhak he learned was the Geongonsimbeop, Cheonganggeom, and Biryusinbo. Even with those three martial arts, he has no opponent yet, so he is called the best among martial arts masters.

Yang Si-ming put energy into his sword. In an instant, the tip of the sword vibrated once.

The bet is on the sword.

A condescending smile crept across his lips.

The cutting power of a sword loaded with history is superior to that of a famous sword. From this point on, he is treated as a master wherever he goes.

If you train further here, you will be able to reveal the tangible sword skill outside the sword. This is the so-called blackout. A person who has reached that level is called a peak master.

However, there are quite a few people who can't release sword skills even if they train all their lives.

It is for this reason that the disciples of Chilpaimun control Murim. Chilpaimun has established its way in the history of hundreds of years at the shortest and a thousand years at the longest.

And if anyone learned Jaffa's jeolhak without permission, they would chase it to the ends of the earth and kill it.

Because of the situation, the opponent of Chillpaimun could only be the same Chillpaimun.

Yang Si-myeong's sword pierced Lee Cheol-san's shoulder like a thunderbolt.

As if he had waited, Lee Cheol-san lifted the sword that had been hanging down in the shape of a ruler [之].

It was a solar eclipse of the old world law.

Chaeyoung -.

In a single blow, the winner was decided.

The sword caught in the sword was cut in half, despite the fact that it contained strength.

Subsequently, Lee Cheol-san's Park Do reached Yang Si-myeong's chin.

“Master Yang. You tell me to stop right here.”

Yang Si-myeong shouted at the disciples with a sad expression.

“Everyone stop!”

Chilsangmun trampling on the fallen Cheongeommundo One by one, the swords returned to their places.

The Cheongeommundo, who were all bruised from being beaten, staggered to their feet belatedly.

Yang Si-myung said, gritting his teeth.

“Lee Cheol-san. You'd better just walk away. Our Moonlord's inaction has reached its peak. In addition, he brought Gangnam Samgoe. It means that no matter what you do, you cannot change the game.”

"It's a way to know if it's long or short."

"joy! You must see the coffin to shed tears. If you want to die, I won't stop you."

Yang Si-myeong stopped talking for a while, but this time he shouted at the disciples of Cheongeommun.

“Did you hear? Inside is our Munju and Gangnam Samgoe. If you go in now, you will die or you will become an asshole. Still, only the good guys go in.”

At his warning, the Cheongeommun disciples looked at Lee Cheolsan with bewildered eyes.

Chul-san Lee shrugged his shoulders as if to take care of it.

To be honest, he didn't have the confidence to handle the three monsters in Gangnam, so I couldn't ask him to go with me.

The Cheongeommun practitioners looked at each other's bruised faces and laughed.

After a while, Jeong So-sam stepped up as the representative.

"I've come this far, so I'll go with you."

“As expected, they are my disciples.”

Cheol-san Lee blinked at the disciples and walked towards the entrance of his spot.

Chapter end