Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 790

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

Chapter 790 - What do you want?

I put an empty cup in front of Jinin Wonyang, a long-time leader of the Qingcheng faction, and Won-Ik Hwang, the foreign minister of Cheonryongmun, and poured hot tea.

It was the end of October, so it was cool even in the middle of the day, so it was good weather for drinking tea.

“When I was young, I drank tea without knowing the taste, but now I think I know a little bit.”

Wonyang Jin-in and Hwang Won-ik laughed silently.

This is because Jinin Wonyang is past his 60th birthday, and Wonik Hwang is also in his early 50s.

But in Gangho, age is just a number.

It wasn't only in Sapa that people with strong martial arts were treated with respect.

The three of them had different interests and did not have much conversation.

I wonder if it's been around 20 minutes (about 20 minutes)?

Hwang Won-ik drank the lukewarm tea at once and got lucky.

“Yeon Jang-joo, let’s be honest. why did you hold me? If you were to arrive at Tanga at the time you said, you should have left yesterday. Even Jang Moon-in would agree to this. By the way, Yan Zhuangzhu is leisurely drinking tea at the detached palace of Shangqing Palace. Doesn’t that mean you don’t intend to go to the party today?”

“Are you going?”

“Are you saying you’re going to travel three hundred li by tonight?”

"yes."

“Huh! really!"

The astonished Hwang Won-ik openly expressed his dissatisfaction.

No matter how you look at it, that was not the attitude of a person who would go to the party by tonight.

'Are you going to hold me hostage and at least negotiate with Cheonryongmun?'

If he was from the green forest, he could do such a thing and have more than enough.

Thinking that far, he was displeased and his stomach simmered.

“Again, I cannot cover the distance of 300 li in half a day because I am not good at studying religion. If Yeon Jang-ju has any other intentions, please tell me clearly. What do you want?”

“I want you as a guide?”

“Is that really all?”

“If not, why would I hold you there?”

Hwang Won-ik's heart sank at the word 'caught'.

I did it in case, but it's still the same.

Guidance was just an excuse, and what he wanted seemed to be negotiations with Cheonryongmun.

“If you are thinking of negotiating with the Celestial Dragon Gate with me as a hostage, don't even dream about it. Because Cheonryongmun won't withdraw its decision just because of one person.”

Yeonjeokha looked at him with absurd eyes.

Judging from the hostage negotiations, it seems that there was a strong misunderstanding.

“Hey, it seems like you’ve fallen deeply into your own world, but come back to reality. I really needed someone to guide me, so I held that one.”

"Then you're going to make excuses for being late because of me."

"It's still midday, but what's late?"

“Now it's past lunchtime. Even if we leave now, we will arrive tomorrow, but the kite owner doesn’t even think about moving, does it?”

“I have to eat and go. You will have to eat it even if you go down the mountain anyway.”

"her! Would you like to eat and leave? why? Why don't you have a cup of tea after dinner?"

"is it so. Let’s have a cup of tea after dinner and let’s go soon.”

When Yeon Jeok-ha answered the question, Hwang Won-ik shook his head excitedly.

“Okay. Do as you please. It's my fault for entering the tiger's den anyway, so who can I blame?"

Hwang Won-ik looked at Jin-in Wonyang with eyes of resentment.

When I thought that I had asked him to meet Yeon Jeok-ha for this purpose, I was furious.

In the meantime, he thought that the relationship between Cheonryongmun and the Qingcheng faction was good, but it seems that it was not.

Wonyang Jin-in hurriedly said.

“What do you mean tiger den? We, the Qingcheng faction, do not regard Cheonryongmun as an enemy.”

“Why does someone like that bring me to this place and humiliate me? Since you have seen the master of the arts, you should know why the master of the kite keeps me captive, right?”

“Bindo believes Yeonjangju’s words.”

“Are you saying that you can cover the distance of 300 li in half a day? No, since they say they have a cup of tea after lunch, it won't take half a day. Take me and do you think that is possible? I'm sure even you know the level of my martial arts skills, right?”

“There is something wrong with the kite master, so I’ll bet. isn't it? Kite master?”

Wonyang Jin-in, who witnessed Yeon Jeok-ha's divine status, believed that there would be a way for him.

"of course. Are you negotiating what is so great about Tianlongmen? If I farted, it would collapse.”

Hwang Won-Ik was furious at the words that disparaged Cheonryongmun.

“To destroy the Heavenly Dragon Gate with a fart! No matter how good you are, there are things you have to say and things you shouldn't!”

“Ah, farts made you feel bad. It's just a metaphor. A metaphor. How do you break down the Moonpa with farts? It was said that it was enough to fart.”

“Kite master!”

Hwang Won-ik hit the table with his fist, ‘bang!’

I know that Yeon Jeok-ha's martial arts are outstanding, but I couldn't stay still even after hearing such a voice in front of my face.

The atmosphere, which had been breath-taking, suddenly fell right down.

However, Yeon Jeok-ha gritted his teeth and said that the fart is angry.

"hey! old brother. There's a baby sleeping inside, are you making a fuss? Fuck you too. Is this it? Do you know what happened to all the people who fucked me?”

“… … .”

Hwang Won-ik hurriedly calmed his blood.

In terms of martial arts alone, Wonyang Jinin is no match for Yeonjeokha. Needless to say, he does not reach the Jinn of Wonyang.

“Those who made fun of my snout brushed off all their teeth, and those who tricked me gave them fish food. Recently, the self-proclaimed god that was arbitrarily set up has become a flesh piece. Do you want the older brother to be like that too? If that is your wish, grant it.”

“Grunt! Excuse me. My emotions were so strong that I couldn’t see what was going on around me.”

Hwang Won-ik quickly apologized.

In the middle of enemy territory, it was impossible to fight a master like Yeon Jeok-ha alone.

“Let’s be careful. Then, there are times when I stop by the Tianlongmen Gate before the Tang House.”

“Remember.”

Hwang Won-Ik's stomach churns at the ridiculous nonsense, but he doesn't show his emotions.

Then, a soft bell sounded in the distance.

Wonyang Jin-in, who was only watching between the two, spoke to Yeon Jeok-ha and Hwang Won-ik.

“The paper that announces lunchtime. Let's go have dinner too. Shouldn't the two of you have enough to eat to go a long way?”

Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been nodding his head, turned his gaze to Wonyang Jin-in as if he had suddenly remembered.

"really! I have a favor to ask you.”

“Yes, just say it. I will give you anything you can.”

Wonyang Jin-in acted as if he would take out his liver.

Seeing this, Hwang Won-ik clicked his tongue inwardly.

'Tsk tsk! People have to experience it for a long time to know. I never thought Wonyang Jin-in was such a light person.'

He wanted to cover his eyes and ears, but he couldn't bear it and looked away.

“I want you to prepare some dryness and a rug to lay on and rest on.”

“A dry weight and a rug?”

Wonyang Jin-in blinked his eyes, wondering what this was all about.

I understand the weight because I have to go a long way, but I don't know why I'm looking for a rug.

“It’s okay to rest on a cloth, but I want to rest comfortably. It would be nice if it was a bit thick so that the hips and back would not be exhausted.”

“Perhaps, are you going to use it when you go to the party?”

"yes."

“I think it would be quite bulky with a thick rug… … . Would you mind anyway?”

"are you okay."

"All right. While you are eating, I will tell you to prepare dry rolls and rugs.”

"Thank you. Then let's go.”

At Yeon Jeok-ha's words, Wonyang Jin-in hurriedly rose from his seat and offered himself as a guide.

Hwang Won-ik, who was upset, laughed inwardly at Wonyang Jin-in's actions.

‘Oops! Gee! I want to know what a person who is a long-time scholar of the Qingcheng faction is doing without his head. You show me all the bottoms unsparingly.'

He thought it would be better.

Hearing this story, Cheonryongmun would not have any more attachment to the Qingcheng sect.

Yeon Jeok-ha, Wonyang Jin-in, and Hwang Won-ik roughly finished their meal and returned to the detached palace.

He served tea to Wonyang Jin-in and Hwang Won-ik without showing signs of rushing into the relationship.

Wonyang Jin-in was busy, but he did not leave the palace.

It is because he cannot leave, leaving only Hwang Won-ik, who is being held hostage.

Could it be around midnight (2:00 p.m.)?

Two burly young gurus brought the bundles one by one and set them down on the floor.

It was a dry, thick rug.

Dry weight is a necessity anyway, so anyone should listen to it, but rugs are different.

The thick rugs used in the conduit were burdensome to anyone.

Hwang Won-ik, who saw the rug, looked at Yeon Jeok-ha's face.

I thought he would tell me to take it back, but he didn't.

He even nodded his head with a satisfied face, as if he rather liked it.

For a moment, Hwang Won-ik felt an ominous feeling.

'You're not going to ask me to do that, are you? If you pass your burdens on to someone else, you're not even a human being.'

But where was Noklimdo?

Even if you ask, that rug was definitely a burden he had to carry.

His frowning eyes met by chance.

Hwang Won-ik shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh.

that's when

Yeonjeokha, who got up from his seat, ambled towards Geonryang and the rug.

As soon as he lifted the dry package and hung it in the air, the package disappeared.

'omg! what? Am I wrong?'

Hwang Won-ik hurriedly rubbed his eyes with both hands.

However, the dry weight package was nowhere to be seen.

In succession, he lifted the rolled-up rug with both hands.

Soon after, the rug also disappeared.

Hwang Won-ik looked at Jin-in Wonyang with surprised eyes.

“Jang Moon-in, have you seen it now? Dry packs and rugs are gone!”

“I saw it too. Truly, ghosts are supposed to sing songs.”

After a while, Yeon Jeok-ha brushed off his hand and returned to his place, and Wonyang Jin-in asked.

“Little master, what did you do with the dried rice bundle and the rug?”

“Ah, I put it in a warehouse in a space called ‘Mahadam’. This is a technique I learned recently, how is it? Is it worth it?”

“Do you have such a technique?”

Wonyang Jin-in could not close his gaping mouth.

In general, the method of sorcery is close to deceiving the eye.

Of course, it is difficult to distinguish the false from the famous technique, but the root is not going anywhere.

Although the Qingcheng faction is a Taoist sect, that is why they prioritize martial arts over magic.

“It's not Kang-ho's method. I also learned from afar.”

“I see. I studied sorcery, too, but Yeon Jang-nim It’s the first time I’ve seen the bitter sorcery method.”

Hwang Won-ik, who was far from the technique, glanced around Yeonjeok-ha with half-doubtful eyes.

He thought that he had hidden the luggage with his quick hands.

Luggage hidden by Yeon Jeok-ha will be found somewhere in the villa and found after a few days.

Thinking so, Hwang Won-ik could not stand it and said a word.

“I thought the kite master asked me to prepare dry weight and rugs for use, but I don’t think so?”

In Hwang Won-ik's place, Wonyang Jin-in looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with curious eyes.

He also wondered if Yeonjeokha had asked for a dry weight and a rug to show off the technique, or if it was for use on the road.

However, the rivalry only laughed round and round, but did not reply.

Then the bell rang twice.

Wonyang Jin-in said involuntarily.

“It’s already new hour (3:00 p.m.).”

Then Yeonjeokha drank the cold tea water and stood up.

“It is time to move slowly. Old man, follow me.”

After speaking, he went down to the front yard of the palace without looking back.

Hwang Won-ik reluctantly followed him.

The moment he stood beside Yeonjeokha; a cloud suddenly rose under his feet.

“The kite masters? What's going on? uh? uh?"

When Hwang Won-ik's body suddenly floated up, a shrieking sound erupted from Hwang Won-ik's mouth.

Soon after, he grabbed Yeonjeokha's arm as Shangqing Palace looked as big as the palm of his hand.

“Sah, save me!”

Chapter end