Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 781

Published at 28th of September 2023 06:46:44 AM

Chapter 781 - Suwolmun Myolmun Reservation

Considering the seriousness of the matter, Yang Jin-hong, the head of the Jungyang Prosecutor's Office, ran directly to Sichuan Province.

But when he arrived in Sichuan, he couldn't help but worry.

This is because Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no, known as little devils, are as terrible opponents.

He belatedly realized that he was like a shrimp caught between two whales (Seokgyeongjang and Danga).

He himself is different from the So Demon or Gucheon Nodo.

If I touched the stomach of the Tang family for no reason, I would end up with a handful of blood.

After taking a day off and thinking about it, he went to Cheongseongpa.

No matter how famous they were, the Qingsheng faction had a high reputation in Sichuan as a member of the Hocheon League.

Cheongseongpa Deungunjeong.

Jaunsanin, the elder of the Qingsheng faction, smiled and greeted the guest who had come from afar.

"hello? They are called Jaunsan people who are in charge of receiving guests. He said he came from far away from Shanxi?”

Yang Jin-hong's eyes widened at the word Jaunsan.

The five masters representing the Qingsheng School are called the Qingsheng Five Hands, and Zhaunsanin was one of them.

“It is an honor to meet Mr. My name is Yang Jin-hong, the gatekeeper of the Jungyang Prosecution Gate in Jungyang County. In the Yeoryang area, it is called Jungyang Ilgeom.”

“I see now that it is Master Yang. You said you visited our Qingsong sect on an important matter. Can I listen?”

At Zhaun Sanyin’s polite words, Yang Jinhong hurriedly nodded his head.

He deserved to be listened to if he was in a position equal to Cheongseong Osu.

He conveyed the words of Gucheonnodo Shimtong.

The smile on the face of the Zaunsanian gradually hardened.

After Yang Jin-hong's story, which lasted for 15 minutes, was over, Jaunsanin asked as if to confirm.

"So you're saying that Yeon Dae-hyeop of Shigyeongjang said to the Tang family and the Sichuan Murim, 'If you touch the people of Shigyeongjang, you will destroy them'?"

"That's right. Whether it be the Tang family or the Sichuan Murim, I told them to spread the word. At first, he wanted to go to the Tang family, but it wasn't a good story, so he came to the Qingsheng faction. Please convey the words of the great agreement that the Qingsheng faction opened to the Tang family and the Sichuan Murim.”

“Hmm!”

A heavy groan escaped the Jaunsan's mouth.

In a situation where the relationship between Sacheon Murim and Gangnam Murim was not good, Yeon Jeok-ha's warning was just right to stir up waves.

"All right. Since it is related to the well-being of the Sichuan Murim, the Cheongseong faction will step out and see.”

"thank you. Then I will trust the Qingsheng faction and go back.”

Yang Jin-hong got up from his seat, looked around, and left without looking back.

Zaun Sanin shook his head excitedly as Yang Jin-hong said only what he had to say and disappeared like the wind.

the twentieth day of October.

Sichuan Province.

Saint.

around noon.

The small wagon that Yeon Jeok-ha and his party were riding entered Chengdu, mingling with the crowd of merchants.

Sim Tong stopped the carriage for a while in front of the main street.

When the carriage in front stopped, the merchants who followed grumbled and passed around the carriage.

Either way, I didn't mind the Shimtong.

“Confucius, we have to go one hundred and seventy li (about 66 kilometers) to Qingcheng Mountain. What should we do? Would you like to rest in the inn and go in the morning? Shall we have lunch and leave right away?”

I muttered softly as if I was talking to myself, but I heard an answer from inside the carriage.

“Eat roughly and go. The baby shouldn’t come out first before the ancestral rites are held.”

“Mother, are you all, right?”

Shim Tong was worried about the condition of Namgungyeon, who was about to give birth.

"I'm fine. Do as the brother says. The first priority is to hold a heavenly rite.”

"Yes."

The expression of the Shimtong in reply was not good.

Seeing that the first thing to do is to serve the heavenly rites, I thought I knew what Gamo was like.

It must be enduring pain for the sake of the baby to be born.

It's strange if the body doesn't strain after riding a carriage for about 20 days.

But I couldn't help it.

If you think of ‘The Sky of Kings’, it is understandable that Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon are like that.

The carriage started moving slowly again.

After a while, then shimtong, which stopped the carriage in front of the spot, jumped down without reason.

Before he could even get to the carriage, the carriage door opened.

Yeon Jeok-ha jumped out and helped Nam Gung-yeon get off her wagon.

Namgungyeon belly, which became her mother's moon, was swollen as if it were about to explode.

The gaze of young Jeom So-yi, who came to meet her, moved back and forth between Nam Goong-yeon's painted face and her bulging stomach.

When Simtong tapped Jeom Soi on the back of the head, Jeom Soi shouted.

“Come on! Come to our garden restaurant... … .”

“Fine, water her horse and feed her full of beans and hay. If you don't like the horse's condition, I'll feed you, so you know.”

"yes? Yes, yes.”

Young Jeomsoi nodded his head vigorously at the foul-mouthed old man's threat.

Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon sat side by side at the window seat of the banquet hall.

Shimtong, who came in a step late, took a seat opposite the two.

It was a bit early, so there were only three people in the half.

Yeonjeokha asked as Namgungyeon wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with her handkerchief.

“Sister, how are you feeling?”

“I can still bear it. Don’t worry about me, just think about doing the heavenly ritual.”

“What is there to do but think about? You can just go and bow.”

Even though he was from the Oryong Palace, he was dark in ancestral rites.

Knowing that he did not know much about ancestral rites, Namgungyeon said in passing.

“If you ask the Qingsheng faction masters, they will help you.”

“My sister says it because she doesn’t know, but between me and Gu Cheon Hyeon-nyeo, we don’t need that kind of thing.”

“What is that?”

“Something like courtesy, formality. You just need to be sincere.”

“Still, don’t ignore formalities too much. Because formality is also a vessel to hold sincerity.”

“Yes, yes.”

While the three of them were talking about heavenly sacrifices, the food they ordered was placed on the table one by one.

Have you eaten half of the food on the table?

One by one, guests came in and filled the vacant seats.

Among the guests, there were quite a few warriors with swords.

A middle-aged soldier in his forties tapped the leg of a colleague across from him with his toe.

"What?"

A middle-aged soldier, Shin Yi-soo, pointed at Lee Jin-sang’s back with a gesture of his chin.

Lee Jin-sang, who inadvertently looked back, opened his mouth.

By the window sat a beautiful woman who seemed to have come out of a painting.

He stared at her woman until her neck stiffened, then turned her head away again.

“Oops! It's a beauty that looks like a country, but it looks like there's a owner.”

Shin Yi-soo giggled and said.

“Even if there is no owner, it is a piece of cake to you.”

“Damn it, I don’t want to see my wife’s face today. How about Ihwaru?”

“Since you asked to go, are you paying too?”

“Damn it! You are the leader and I am only the won, so why do I have to pay?”

“That’s because you asked to go first.”

"okay. I'm sorry this time, so I'll do it. It's a chicken instead of a pleasure, so I'm going to hug the prostitutes today.”

“Yeah, enjoy it while you can. Because it looks like there will be a ban on alcohol sooner or later.”

Lee Jin-sang blinked his eyes at the sudden sound of the prohibition order.

“Prohibition? why?"

“It looks like Seokgyeongjang’s Yeonjeokha was stuck somewhere and is now back.”

“That little devil?”

“He declared war on the Sichuan Murim.”

“Declaration of war?”

“Yeah, if you touch the people of Seokgyeongjang, will you destroy all of them? You bastard.”

“Did he say that?”

“It’s not because I came to you directly. They said someone was sent from Cheongseongpa. A person came from a checkpoint in Shanxi Province and told him what he said.”

“If you touch the people of Seokgyeongjang, will you destroy them?”

"Okay. They considered our Sichuan martial arts to be on the same level as the shamans of Gangnam. If that's not the case, you wouldn't dare to do such a foolish thing, right?"

“Why are the shamans of Gangnam appearing?”

"I do not remember? As revenge, you mobilized Green Forest and destroyed three radish houses in Gangnam.”

"ah! Disappointed?”

"yes. After having fun at that time, he said the same thing to Sichuan Murim.”

“He is crazy. How do you view our Sichuan Murim?”

“Anyway, my stomach flipped over because I didn’t know that he might lead the Gangnam Murim. Sooner or later, a ban on drinking will be issued in Sichuan Murim.”

“Then, should I drink until my nose gets crooked today?”

"yes. Let's drink and die."

Soon after, it's time for two middle-aged men to flirt with the courtesan of Ihwaru.

A young voice came from the side.

"Howdy! Are you going to Ihwaru today?”

Shin Yi-soo and Lee Jin-sang slightly turned their heads.

The young man who was sitting side by side with the beauty was standing right next to her.

Lee Jin-sang, who had been sick to his stomach since earlier, looked at the young man with a crooked gaze.

Seeing that he was unarmed, he looked like a normal person.

It made me feel even more sickened that an ordinary person who was nothing would marry such a woman.

“What does that have to do with you, you ask? why? Would you like to have a seat too? Hey, since she's that shape, she's bound to pile up... … . Kack!”

With the sound of ‘Puck!’ Lee Jin-sang grabbed her face and rolled over.

When the young man used his hand without hesitation, Shin Yi-su jumped up and spread his distance slightly.

“We are the people of Suwolmun! Who are you, dare to put your hand on our water moon gate!”

“What are you so surprised about? He said he wanted his nose to be crooked, so he helped me.”

At the young man's words, Shin Yi-soo saw Lee Jin-sang.

The nose of Lee Jin-sang, who got up from his seat with a glare, was really turned to one side.

Lee Jin-sang, who barely woke up, touched his tingling face every time, and later realized that his nose was crooked.

“This crazy… … . evil!"

Lee Jin-sang, who had been swearing, rolled back again.

Shin Yi-soo trembled and couldn't take his eyes off the young man's face.

He was right in front of me, but I couldn't see his movements.

'Omg! He was a master of the Murim!'

The first time Lee Jin-sang's nose was broken, let's say it was unexpected.

The second did not take her eyes off the young man.

Nevertheless, it was only after Lee Jin-sang fell apart that he realized that he had a hand in it.

If he had a Sword in his hand, he would have died without knowing why he was dying.

“Who, who are you?”

Belatedly, Shin Yi-soo's tone became more polite.

He reached out to the middle-aged man who was grunting and unable to get up.

Write-.

Lee Jin-sang's body was sucked into the young man's grasp.

'Omg! Void!'

Shin Yi-soo, whose knees were weak, reached for the table next to him without realizing it.

Yeonjeokha, who grabbed the back of a middle-aged man with empty water, was crushed.

He pushed the old man's face toward the man in his party and said.

“I thought there was a lot of dissatisfaction with the nose, so I set it up as it was, how is it? Do you think it's right?”

Shin Yi-soo, whose mind went blank, nodded vigorously.

“It didn’t work right? Then again.”

Along with the horse, the middle-aged man's face that Yeonjeokha was holding was smashed into the table.

Quaang!

The food on the table splattered and turned into a mess.

Lee Jin-sang's head was shaking helplessly, as if he had lost consciousness from the shock.

Seeing this, Shin Yi-soo hurriedly shouted.

“Oh, that's right! Looks like I won't have to use my hands anymore! That friend will be satisfied too!”

Only then did he let go of the middle-aged man he was talking.

“Come on, I granted this person’s wish. What did he say about that too... … . Did you say let's drink and die?"

"no! That, it was just drinking until you pass out!”

"aha! You want to lose your mind?”

"omg!"

Shin Yi-soo tried to explain that it wasn't like that, but the yeon jeokha fist was quick.

With the sound of ‘Puck!’ Shin Yi-soo’s body was placed on top of his colleague and friend Lee Jin-sang.

After putting a finger in the nose of a middle-aged man with a crushed face, soaking it with blood, he wrote letters one by one on the back of the fallen man.

[Suwolmun Myolmun Reservation]

Chapter end