episode_0017

The main gate of the Mo Yong Se family.

This is broken.

It was a bit ambiguous to say that it was completely destroyed.

Because the space above the roof of the main gate, where the roof should have been, had disappeared in a ‘V’ shape.

As if it never existed in the first place.

As if only that part had disappeared.

Or, as if someone had suddenly ‘deleted’ only the top part of the main gate.

Originally, it would not have been strange if not only the main gate but also the yard inside the main gate had been completely destroyed.

The sword energy that rose into the sky a moment ago was none other than the footnote of Haedong Geomgak, the sword after Geumjeomril

“Quiet.”

The inspector lightly rolled his feet.

“Who the hell are you telling to be quiet just now?”

The man who faced the sword master, Geomseong Mo Yongcheon, frowned at the sword master’s sudden words.

“Are you possessed by a spirit? If so, I can forgive you by cutting off one arm.”

“Don’t worry.”

Geom-hu shook his head at Geom-seong’s subtle threat.

“I’m not a demon, I’m a demon. I’m in a perfectly normal state right now.”

“Looking at the way he speaks, it seems he has dementia rather than a relapse.”

Shudder.

The swordsman’s posture was disturbed by the blatant expression of the sword.

“After the inspection. Do you know that it was 60 years ago?”

“Ho, hoho. What are you talking about, Geomseong? Geomseong wasn’t even born 60 years ago.”

“I said that the behavior you are doing now is something that would have been done in the rough and barbaric times 60 years ago. I never said that Geom-hu was a person from 60 years ago.”

“……Do you want to insult me after seeing it like that?”

“That doesn’t sound like something you’d hear from someone who threw a sword at someone else’s front door.”

The swordsman’s voice was calm, but light was streaming out irregularly from the blue sword he was holding.

Evidence that Black Swordsman Mo Yong-cheon is clearly angry.

Anyone who has a V-shaped hole about 1/4 of the way up the front of their house will have a double-crossing effect.

Even more so if she is a woman whose face may look like she is in her mid to late 30s, but whose real age is similar to her real name, and whose sexuality is so blatant that it is said to have dementia.

“Is it safe to say that this is an attack on the Mo Yong family?”

“…….”

“It seems like you heard the ‘news’, but is it okay for someone like Geom-hu to act like this?”

“…….”

Even though he is the best in the world, his swordsmanship is far inferior to his distribution.

Geom-hu was active two, no, three generations ago, and Geom-seong was active during his time, and is praised as a ‘father’ and ‘hero’ by the current generation of later incumbents.

Even if he hadn’t been so full of greed and aggression, everyone watching around him would have been gossiping about his behavior and criticizing him for his sudden actions.

Someone might have suspected Simma.

Some might have suspected dementia.

Someone else might have suspected that Geom-hu was running wild after hearing rumors about the side effects of the Geukyangjihwan, which were not side effects.

Training is impossible.

It is a clear fact that Geom-hu fired a sword bomb at the main gate of Mo-yong-se.

If you fall down in the Moyongse family, it is virtually a war with the Haedong Swordsmanship.

“Calm down, bro!”

Behind the swordsman Murong Cheon, his younger brother Murong San popped out.

“Didn’t you decide to take on the sword master’s attack once! Ha, haha!”

“Mountain. What are you talking about-”

“Hahaha!! Maybe because it was a showdown between the best of the best, this weak younger brother couldn’t keep up with the fight! All he could see was the explosion of sword power that shattered the main gate of Sega! Hahahaha! Isn’t that right, Sword Master!”

Mo Yong-san bowed to Geom-hu and took the lottery ticket.

“Why are you standing here like this? Put down your sword and come inside!”

“San. You now….”

“Brother.”

Mo Yongsan winked at Geomseong, and soon Geomseong narrowed his eyes and glared at Geomhou.

“After inspection.”

“…….”

“With this, the debt is gone.”

The blacksmith put away his sword.

As if the act of putting down the sword was paying off a ‘debt’ from the past.

“…If you do anything suspicious, I will cut you down immediately.”

With those words, Geumseong turned around and went inside Sega.

“Hoo….”

Mo Yong-san looked at the back of the swordsman and cleared his throat. Then, he frowned at the swordsman for a moment with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Welcome to Moryongsegae!”

Ga, greeted the swordsman again with a smiling face.

“……That.”

“Please!!”

Mo Yong-san shouted loudly as he grabbed the lottery ticket.

“Please take good care of our niece, Seol-i’s sword!!”

At Mo Yong-san’s shout, which was full of internal energy, Geom-hu tilted his head for a moment.

-What, what is it? Is this mean that Mo Yongseol has become the disciple of Geomhu?

-You are learning the sword of Haedong Geomgak and not the sword of Mo Yongse? Why?

-I don’t know why, but did Geomseong test Geomhu? Because his daughter was learning martial arts from somewhere other than her family’s, and from a different school at that.

Geom-hu stepped into the main gate of the Murong family with an expression that was both resentful and confused, but also desperate.

“That.”

“After inspection.”

Mo Yong-san spoke so quietly that only Geom-hu could hear.

“I have been rude to Murong, so Murong should use the sword to his advantage.”

“Use….”

If it were any other time, the inspector would have immediately shouted and rebuked him.

“……Don’t do that.”

Geom-hu bowed his head and slowly entered the Mo-yong-se house.

* * *

Who do you think is the person in Mo Yong-se that I can communicate with the best?

Recruitment theory?

It can be said that it was a conspiracy theory because their hearts grew closer to each other rapidly after the first night.

But when it comes to Sega, or ‘family affairs’, it’s easier to talk to others than to the theory of recruitment.

“Rep. Seok.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Mount Moyong.

The head of the Murong family and Murong Qian’s younger brother – he can be considered Murong Xue’s uncle.

“I want to use the sword to push out all the other bitches who are after you. What do you think?”

I could quickly tell what he meant when he let out a deep sigh.

“Are you saying that we should use the strongest ‘woman’ in the martial arts world to control all the women who want to return to the throne?”

“Yeah. There aren’t any like that yet, but at least for now, middle-aged women… Hey, can I talk about it openly? Seol-ah?”

Murong Shan asked Murong Xue, who was sticking close to him.

“Yes, uncle. What are you trying to say?”

“Admiral Lee Dok. I want to subdue the evil spirits who are after your husband’s energy as the strongest evil spirit in the Central Plains.”

“…….”

“Oh, was that expression a bit too explicit? So that’s…”

“No. It was so appropriate that I was speechless for a moment.”

Mo Yongseol nods, holding my arm tightly.

“After the inspection, how much do you know?”

“We should talk about that now. Fortunately, he must have realized that his eyes were suddenly spinning, because he was quietly waiting under the medicine cabinet.”

“Hmm….is it that urgent?”

Banrohwandong?

“Did you come here thinking of the Extreme Yangjihwan simply as a ‘youth-returning elixir’, or did you come here because you had an urgent reason to do the Banrohwandong?”

“I don’t know about that either. But judging from the fact that my brother…the head of the household took the sword, it doesn’t seem like he did it just because he wanted to become pretty.”

If the ability to manage administration within a family or to coordinate relations with those outside the family is called ‘political power’, then Murong Shan’s political power can be said to be at the peak within Murong Clan.

“According to the principles of martial arts, it is not a big deal if Geomseong cuts off Geomhou’s head. Nevertheless, the reason Geomhou’s mistake was forgiven and overlooked once is because Geomhou is our Moyong family’s… or more precisely, Seol, your benefactor.”

“My benefactor?”

“Yes. When you were very young, and you only knew a handful of people in the martial arts world, Seol saved you from the sword.”

Mo Yong-san scratched his head and shut his eyes tightly.

“If your father hadn’t told you, I’d be hesitant to tell you either…”

I wonder if there is some hidden secret.

“Rep. Seok.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Do you think that your father-in-law, a crazy old man with dementia who stabbed the Sega main gate, would be the kind of person who would let a great master of the martial arts world sit by and do nothing?”

“Hmm.”

When I think about it that way, it doesn’t make sense.

“He’s the type of person who wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t just throw the swords of the sword into the sky, but instead cut them all off and then rushed in to cut off his head.”

That blacksmith, in this situation where even the slightest problem would make him nervous, kept the blacksmith alive?

“…You’re not planning to do anything to me through this inspection, are you?”

“If I did that, Seol-i would say she’d never see her father again, so that’s not it. I saved her life once because she was my daughter’s benefactor. Of course…it ended with that one time.”

“Okay, what are you aiming for, Mr. Bu?”

“I plan to use it as a cat that guards the house.”

“…….”

It may be a bit blatant, but it doesn’t seem like Moryongsan was particularly fond of Geomhu.

“To the public, he wants to present himself as Seol-i’s swordsmanship teacher.”

“I understand. Women who are worse than the inspector should not even think about stepping into the Moyong family. Is that a warning?”

“Yeah.”

Anyone can become a half-lifeless person by simply eating the Geukyangjihwan.

If that fact were to spread, not only would Grandma Geumjeom-rye, who was lying on the floor, sobbing, but also would run out and seek the Geukyangjihwan.

“And one more.”

Mo Yongsan carefully spreads out one finger.

“… We need to know how far the Extreme Yang Ji Hwan can reach in order to plan for the future. In the worst case scenario, the Mo Yong Sega could end up taking on the entire martial arts world.”

“……You’re looking far away.”

“That’s how it happened.”

“…Okay, I understand.”

Since I decided to become a member of the Moyong family, and since I am from the dark side of the Demonic Cult, I have no choice but to compromise to some extent.

“Your Majesty, can you make this one thing clear for me instead?”

“What is it?”

“If.”

After asking for Murong Xue’s understanding, I whispered very quietly to Murong Shan.

should.

What if the swordsman is not the ultimate yang master, but rather the white and yang-filled one that only Murong Seol can obtain?

“…No way.”

Mo Yong-san frowned openly.

“There’s a limit to losing your mind, a young man who hasn’t even lived 1/3 of his life…ugh.”

I tried to correct it to 1/4.

* * *

A little later, in the pharmacy’s examination room.

I had a second patient with that problem, a geomhu.

“Rep. Seok.”

“Yes.”

“…I want to go back to when I was twenty.”

The afterlife revealed the reason why he went berserk.

“That’s why I want to live as an ordinary woman, not a martial artist. Either pretend that Geom-hu is dead or lie to the world that she’s my granddaughter.”

“……?”

What the hell is this?

“Um, that. What the heck?”

“When I first came into the world of martial arts, I declared that I would not join hands with anyone who was stronger than me. And…until I became the Sword Master of Haedong Sword, no one could defeat me.”

“……That.”

“Well, don’t you need a sample? Is it only possible for women who already have blood vessels, or is it possible for women who don’t have blood vessels to have a half-life? ”

“……!!”

“Member, no, Member!”

The moment when Geom-hu tried to grab me with both hands.

Ugh!

A sharp pain in the heart, a moment of blackout in the vision, a fleeting moment of dizziness that sends consciousness flying.

“…..?”

“…!!”

I avoided the outstretched hand of the swordsman and stepped back with both hands raised.

‘What is this?’

This is the first time I’ve felt this way in my life.

For a moment, it felt like my body wasn’t my body.

“Okay… Okay, Congressman. Let me be honest. ”

The inspector said, closing his eyes tightly.

“I want to go back to when I was twenty and fall in love. …A love I’ve never experienced before.”

ah.

Somehow, when I reported it, I said it was Banro Hwan Cheonyo, but there was a reason why the inspector insisted on calling it Banro Hwan Dong.

ring.

get back.

Because I didn’t lose it, I didn’t want it.

“I want to be someone’s woman, not the swordsman of the martial arts world.”

What Geom-hu needed was not the half-life of a 30-year-old that she had achieved on her own, but the youth of a 20-year-old for the innocent love of a young man and woman.

“I wish she was the mother of the children I gave birth to.”

It’s a pity.

however.

My head and my heart are both screaming loudly.

‘What can’t be done can’t be done.’

I don’t know who it is, but I hope you find a good man.