Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 492

Published at 23rd of August 2023 09:02:55 AM

Chapter 492 - The weak have no sympathy

Luoyang.

Late night (1:00 am).

The first person to feel the invasion of an outsider was Waryong Swordsman Yeon Mu-baek.

Sussuk-.

Moo-baek Yeon forced his eyes open at the strange sound coming from somewhere.

Once I opened my eyes, the presence became more certain.

Yeon Mu-baek, who had run away from sleep, quietly got up from his seat and grabbed the sword hanging on the wall.

Yang-hwa, who was once called ‘Yang Joo-in’, was also awakened by the movement of the smoke bag.

“… … .”

The moment she was about to ask, 'What's going on?', the smoke bag whispered first.

"Shh! Looks like a thief.”

As befits a samurai, Yang Yi-hwa wore her own clothes without asking twice.

Yeon Mu-baek waited for Yang Yi-hwa to finish preparing before going out to the floor.

"What's going on at Yeongamugwan in the middle of the night!"

His cry echoed around.

It is not an easy task to put energy into the voice.

It was a skill that could not be imitated without his inner skill reaching its peak.

The masked people crossing the yard flinched.

They were greatly surprised by the history of Waryong Swordsman, who was far superior to what was known.

Of course, I was surprised, but not afraid.

This is because their practical experience and inaction are by no means weak.

While Yeon Mu-baek and the masked people briefly confronted, Yeon Seung-baek, who was in the annex, also came out with a sword.

In this way, all the masters of Yeongamugwan came out.

Seungyawoljang Oh Dongjin, the eldest of the Kangbuk Five Jeoks, replied mockingly.

“I came here because I wanted to find something useful on the way.”

Hyeonmubaek asked with a stunned face.

“Do you have anything useful?”

“I want to share some.”

“One-sidedly in the middle of the night without the owner’s permission?”

"haha! If the owner changes, there is nothing to get permission. But are you going to stand there talking like that until morning?”

“You are bold for a thief. Five of them are thieves on the run.”

Yeonmubaek, who was looking around at the masked man with meaningful eyes, landed in the yard.

Yang Yi-hwa stood on his left side, and Yeon Seung-baek stood side by side on his right.

Soon after, the eight of them rushed at each other, no matter who said it first.

Chchchchang-.

Chae Chaeng -.

The sound of blades clashing echoed loudly.

As the fight began, Hana, a slender masked man, came over the fence.

It is the Great Dommun Gonghwayeon.

Without the slightest hesitation, she crept into the abode of the long-seung-baek near her.

As she entered the bedroom, she saw a bookshelf and a bed under a dim oil lamp.

Gong Hwyeon quickly flipped through the books on her shelf with her fingertips.

These are boring books.

A skilled thief can intuitively know anything that might turn out to be money.

'I don't see it here.'

There were more than a dozen books of martial arts, but I couldn't find anything that caught my eye.

she went to bed

I'm going to check it out because I sometimes hide it around the bed, not on the bookshelf.

It is time for Gong Hwyeon to sweep around the bed with her hawk eyes.

There was a moan of ‘Ah!’ from outside.

For a moment she stopped what she was doing and ran to the door.

She peered through the crack in the door and saw Hana, her mask, staggering backwards.

'omg! It's been less than half an hour (about 7 minutes) since we crossed the fence, but already? I must hurry.'

Gong Hwyeon, who was about to turn around, widened her eyes.

In that short time, another person screamed and hurriedly backed off.

Two out of five have already been hit.

Gong Hwyeon, who shook her head excitedly, pushed her door open and went outside.

She is doomed to failure, so she tries to avoid her body.

Yanghwa blocked her way.

“Where are you going like a stray cat?”

Gong Hwyeon, startled, involuntarily turned her head toward her yard.

Yeon Mu-baek and Yeon Seung-baek were dealing with the three masked men with ease.

“Well, if you just let me go… … . Can't you?”

“When I come, I don’t know if I came on my own, but when I go… … . omg!"

As the mist rose from under her feet with a ‘pop!’ sound, Yang Yi-hwa hurriedly ducked under the floor.

In the meantime, Gong Hwyeon crossed her fence and disappeared.

Yang Yi-hwa, who was watching it blankly, ran to the masked people in the yard with the sound of ‘chi-it!’.

When Yang Yi-hwa joined her, the masked people, who had barely endured otherwise, faced a crisis.

Unable to bear it, Oh Dong-jin took out something from his bosom and threw it forward.

pop-.

As the smoke rose in front of their eyes, Mu-baek Yeon, Seung-baek Yeon, and Yang-hwa held their breath and stepped back.

In the meantime, Oh Dong-jin and the two masked men rolled their tails and ran away.

As time passed, the thick smoke slowly disappeared.

Hyeonmubaek muttered with a puzzled face.

"what? Is it poison?”

“It is German. Just in case you don’t know, don’t go near it.”

When Yang-hwa hated it, the smoke bag did not move from the spot.

Having no knowledge of poison, it was best to just avoid it.

“Brother, what are they doing? Is it a famous school?”

“Okay. Seeing them run away like that doesn't seem like a famous school... … .”

“I think so too.”

Yeonseungbaek shook his head.

They were very different from the famous bridges that invaded Waryongjang in the past.

Yanghwa said a word.

“Maybe a thief. I heard that thieves use poison fumes to escape.”

Mubaek Yeon looked at Yang Yi-hwa with a puzzled face.

“A thief? Why are they targeting our Yeongamugwan? Got something to steal?”

Yang-hwa could not even answer that question.

Yeongamugwan is one of the small military officers, and it is because he is far from wealth.

Seungbaek Yeon intervened.

“I don’t know. Because stealing spoons is a thief.”

“Don't you think that for a petty thief like that, you've done an excellent job? It would be a difficult opponent to beat if our inner strength had not increased dramatically.”

"hmm! It's strange to think so. Are you saying he's not just a thief?"

When the conversation returned to the starting point, Yang Hwa said a word.

“Still, the crisis has passed. Thanks to Socheongdan.”

It's a voice with a hint of bitterness.

Yeon Seung-baek's face, which was slightly excited by her words, hardened slightly.

socheongdan.

It was only recently that she knew that ‘Yeonnamcheon’ was ‘Yeonjeokha’.

To himself and his sister-in-law, he is ‘the one who gave the sickness and the medicine’.

He himself lost his right arm because of the fake dharma, and his sister-in-law's house was destroyed.

“You unlucky bastard.”

Yeon Seung-baek inadvertently spat out a curse.

Then, Yeonmubaek said a word.

“Don’t talk like that. If you do not know grace, you are not human.”

“It is not grace. Because he gave me a bottle and gave me medicine.”

“Are you sick? What did the jeokha do to you?"

“Are you asking because you don’t know? You handed over fake laws. It cut off his arm.”

“We were the ones who clamored for the return of Uncle Yeon’s ‘Warryonggeom’. Did you forget that you almost forcibly took it from him?”

But Seungbaek Yeon did not agree.

“Terranyo? We just claimed the right to use the ‘Waryonggeom’. But he didn't teach me that it wasn't the law. My arm was cut off because of that.”

“He didn’t even call ‘Waryonggeom’ a law treasure. Didn't we just get excited and play drums and drums and do everything? You can't put that responsibility on the jeokha."

“Hyung-nim, his arms are fine, so he might be, but I can’t do that. Every time the severed area throbs, I feel like I was beaten by him for some reason.”

“… … .”

Hyeonmubaek didn't say anything and turned around.

Everyone judges right and wrong in the position they are in.

After taking a few steps, Yeonmubaek spoke calmly.

“If you resent the jeokha because of the arm you lost, isn’t there a time when the jeokha wants to blame us?”

Yeon Seung-baek closed it.

I know it's a bit far-fetched.

But didn't he become the deceased of Moorim?

On the other hand, he himself is nothing more than a one-armed swordsman who has lost even a chance to get out of obscurity.

'If I had intact limbs like you, I might have said the same thing as you.'

Yeon Seung-baek couldn't help but 'cry' at his relatively pitiful situation.

So he turned around and went into the palace.

Yang-hwa, who was watching the brothers' battle of nerves, cautiously approached Yeonmu-baek.

Hyeonmubaek asked as she approached.

“Do you also resent the jeokha?”

"I don't know. Is it because the head of the house opened the door again?”

Sapa no longer persecuted the head of both households under the direction of his brother-in-law.

Thanks to this, now the sheep clans who wandered around the world are gathering again as sheep heads.

In addition, resentment was an unreasonable word for Yang Yi-hwa, who even received help from Yeonnam-cheon.

The smoke bag wrapped around Yang-hwa's shoulders.

It is fortunate that the relationship between the head of the Yang family and the younger brother seems to be getting better.

Suddenly, Yang-Hwa muttered as she looked at the yard where a fierce battle had taken place a little while ago.

“But why is it suddenly a thief? It doesn't look like you came here looking for riches... … .”

“It must be because of ‘Gucheongumbo’.”

“‘Gucheongumbo’?”

“I guess they thought, ‘The powerless has the treasure.’”

"to?"

Yang Yi-hwa looked up at the haze bag with her surprised eyes.

If that was really the case, more people would cross the wall of Yeongamugwan.

“We need to be a little more active in managing military affairs. Don't let the bandits look down on us.”

A flash of light poured out of the smoker's eyes.

Unlike the ‘Blue Dragon Military Officer’ or ‘White Tiger Military Officer’, you now have to fight an invisible enemy.

Heaven is like an enemy.

In the stronghold, the weak are not sympathized with, but instead are eaten.

Knowing that it has become a desirable prey, I have no choice but to run forward.

The moment you stop, you'll be eaten by enemies.

***

mid-September.

Shanxi.

Seophyun.

At the end of the new hour (5 p.m.).

Three horsemen and two wagons entered the village.

Yeonjeokha and his companions are on their way to Mt. Fengji.

Even so, Gu Tianno, who had come once before, led the party from the lead.

Simtong walking down the street pointed to an inn that looked quite large.

“How is it over there?”

The day was still bright, but there was no reason to overdo it with Gyogu-hyeon at a distance.

Cheongun Sword Namgungcheon nodded her head.

“It is.”

At the end of the three treasures, the luck net intervened.

“Are you going to rest already? If Jiaogu County isn’t far away, why don’t we go straight to Jiaogu County?”

Then the old sim struck a cynic.

"If I go to Diocese, is there anyone waiting? Shall we wander around looking for a guesthouse in the dark of the night? Don't act out without even knowing la. If you keep your mouth shut, the middle will go.”

“Damn it! I can say that much for the first time. You're the only one who can bleed like that by flicking your snout recklessly.”

For a moment, the old sim was startling.

It's because there was a time when I was really bloody shit when I was fighting Dangunmang in the middle of the Namyeon Inn.

"this guy. I warn you, if you mess with your food, I will cut off one of your limbs.”

Tang Yun-mang did not arouse him anymore at the murderous eyes of Sim Tong.

Namgungcheon, who was watching the two old men quarrel, shook her head with a tired face.

They were like dogs and cats.

All day long we fight if we make eye contact.

There is no change in the damp midsummer or cool autumn in the morning and evening.

'Come to think of it, it's already autumn.'

Seeing Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon getting off the carriage, I suddenly thought of Jeong-ju Jin Seol-ha.

When I think about her, it seems that I haven't met her since her Hocheon Meng was created.

'I should stop by on my way home from work.'

Seeing the younger sibling couple as affectionate as orioles, I miss Jin Seol-ha even more.

It seems that this time is the time to put an end to the story.

In this way, Namgungcheon became sentimental with Mt. Pungji, also known as the ‘mountain of death’, nearby.

Chapter end