episode_0035

Actually, I felt pretty bad.

Of course, in a world where you can get your nose cut off if you close your eyes, and where the positions and roles of men and women are reversed, I had not suddenly opened my eyes to justice after living in this strange world for nearly twenty years.

What would be a good analogy?

Even if you are not a law-abiding person who picks up trash while walking down the street, if someone throws trash in your yard and runs away, you clean it up while swearing at them.

Why? Because it’s my yard.

And the feeling I had was roughly similar to that.

Strictly speaking, this wasn’t someone throwing trash in the yard, but more like trash just ran into me as I was walking down the street.

But even so, isn’t it a bit much to ignore someone suffering such injustice right in front of you?

JJIR- A resilient force that runs through the hand.

After roughly shaking off the remaining resilience from the collision, he looked at the Jongnampa unmanned person in front of him with a frowning face and spoke.

“People should think about resolving the issue through dialogue like an intelligent person, but why should they swing their swords first? Can a Taoist kill people so recklessly?”

“Ah, no, I was just trying to subdue him by hitting him with the black mask… … No, more than that, who the hell is Sohyeop that he interfered with Jongnam’s event.”

Looking at his face, he must have been about 2 years old.

Looking at the other Jongnam faction members behind him talking about Sajeoga and Sagoga, it seems like they are at least the second generation of disciples.

It’s a bit ambiguous to call it a late index, but it’s an age that’s precariously on the late index.

If you are a disciple of Jongnampa, would you be at least first-class?

With that thought in mind, I responded to the Jongnampa warrior who was pretending to speak politely.

“A knight passing by.”

“What the heck is that… … .”

The Jongnampa warrior made a bewildered expression, but was hit by a passing knight.

It’s not like I have a nickname yet.

Originally, a passing scholar shot and killed a snake with an arrow, and a passing monk wrote a magical talisman for it.

Is it because this is not Korea but China? Tsk, they don’t know how scary it is to be a passerby.

As he lightly clicked his tongue, the expression on the Jongnampa warrior’s face distorted bizarrely, and soon he put on a face that looked like it had chewed a sotae.

“I am the second disciple of Jongnampa, Dan-Bi. This person is the one who attempted to harm the innocent Jangju of Geumjeokjeonjang and escaped, so as a disciple of Jongnampa, I was ordered by the monk to pursue him.”

“It’s Yeonjin. I told you earlier, right? A swordsman passing by. I do swordsmanship as a hobby.”

“What the heck is that… … .”

Although Dan-il-bi was originally unable to control his facial expressions, now his expression was completely distorted.

Did you think I was kidding you?

I was always sincere.

“The magic power of the second strike technique. It seems like he is a disciple of another Taoist school. Is Sohyeop a disciple of Hwasan? ”

“No, that’s not it.”

At my immediate answer, the Jongnam faction soldiers gathered behind the single-headed man started to murmur again.

“They’re not the volcano gang.”

“I don’t mind being a volcano fan. Isn’t it more heartbreaking because it can’t come true?”

“What is that crazy bitch saying?”

Well, I guess I shouldn’t have listened.

It seemed like a strange conversation was going on, so I paid no attention to them and instead stood between the single-eyed man and the fallen ronin and spoke.

“I heard a completely different story, so I did something about it. Originally, you should let a hundred criminals go free, but you shouldn’t make one innocent person. Haven’t you heard a story like this?”

“… … Hmm? I’ve never heard of it.”

“Then it’s a shame.”

Damn, this is so uncivilized, pre-modern China.

How could you not know such idiomatic expressions?

I lamented my ignorance for a moment, but when I turned my head, my eyes met those of a ragtag, shabby-looking ronin.

It’s a look of resentment. Or maybe resignation.

It was a familiar look. I think I had those eyes for the first few years I was training in the Demonic Cult.

So I have a rough idea of what you’re feeling.

After taking his gaze away, he glared at Dan-il-bi and said.

“They say that the owner of Geumjeokjeonbang was running a loan shark business and raising the interest rate to an absurd level? What? He even sold his son if he couldn’t pay his debts? The law is strict, so what kind of nonsense is that? According to the Great Ming Code, that owner of Geumjeokjeonbang was a swindler, right?”

He fired off a question without giving me a chance to respond.

And in fact, I don’t know if there is such a provision in the Daemyungryul or not.

In fact, the Ming Dynasty carried out the punishment of being tortured by feeding opium and then beheading people alive. They just attached the punishment to anyone who attempted human trafficking.

Then Dan-il-bi answered with a look of helplessness.

“Isn’t that just this ronin’s one-sided claim? Not only is there no evidence, but even if there were, it wouldn’t erase his crime of personally trying to harm the leader of Geumjeokjeonbang.”

“It’s an inviolable duty. Should I arrest him and hand him over to Po-Kwai? Didn’t you just say that you would send him to Jongnampa and impose personal sanctions? ”

“No, not necessarily.”

Dan-il-bi looked like he was struggling.

When, after all, has there ever been an event by Jongnampa that was interrupted in front of Jongnampa?

As they say, even if it’s rotten, it’s still a good tooth. Since they claim to be a Taoist sect that has inherited the orthodox lineage, they acted uprightly and there was no reason for them to be criticized.

Besides, no matter how I looked at the single raindrop in front of my eyes, it was a complete mess.

He just came out to do it because he was told to do it from above, and ended up getting in trouble because he messed with the little girl.

Well, I guess the fact that they misunderstand me as a disciple of the same sect is a big factor here.

And, although I hate to admit it, I’m a man.

I didn’t really feel it because I lived in a demonic cult where the instructor beat up both men and women equally, but there is definitely a difference in this area.

At this point, I looked back at Jeomsoi to slowly drive in the wedge, then changed my mind and asked the ronin.

“Did you write a loan certificate?”

“… … I didn’t write it.”

I asked the person directly involved because I thought it would only embarrass Jeomsoi if I asked an unrelated person.

Sigh, if you do this, you’ll get kicked out.

“Why didn’t he write a promissory note when he borrowed a silver coin? Then do you know how to get other evidence?”

“… … General, the General of the Geumjeokjeonjang once said that. If you don’t pay the overdue interest, I will hand your son over to the Chopyeongchae bandits. ”

“Oh, I see. You said you were friends with the Nokrim bandits, despite being a commoner who doesn’t even know martial arts.”

Certainly, the fact that he was so close to Nokrim Island was reason enough for Jongnampa to cut ties with him.

It’s called the old school, but what good can come from being involved with the green forest even if you just cross the bridge?

Thinking so, he said to Dan-il-bi.

“Well, since it’s a battlefield, I guess you can give money to the bandits blocking the road. But if you’re really close to them and even trafficking people to them, it’s a different story, right? Right?”

“… … That’s true, though.”

“Then that’s it. Let’s go and destroy the bandits and find the evidence, right?”

“No, Sohyeop. It is already out of my scope to decide. The order I received from the heads of the Samun is to capture and subdue the evildoers who tried to harm the leader of the Geumjeokjeonbang.”

“Look at this guy. He’s already nothing more than a rag. How can he run away with this body? If you do anything, just say my name.”

Ebeb, Ebeb, I can’t hear you.

I even gave her a piece of rag to wipe it with, so surely she wouldn’t have lied?

Those guys from Chopyeongchae are friendly bandits and rude, and in the end, bandits are bandits.

Go and ask them kindly, “Do you have close ties to the Gold and Silver Front?” If they say yes, then you can just throw them to the ground.

Because that’s the world of martial arts.

Even if I hadn’t looked like a master, the bandits might have acted the same way.

I covered both ears and repeated what I wanted to say like a parrot, and Dan-il-bi asked with a face of astonishment.

“Yeonjin Sohyeop, so what happened to the private monk? Or do you have a nickname? This isn’t something that can be resolved by mentioning Sohyeop’s name.”

“Yeonjin, the monk’s name is a secret, the nickname is also a secret, I learned the Bokma Yorae Sword. If I just say this, the monk’s superiors will probably understand.”

If you don’t understand, there’s nothing you can do.

Actually, I’m not even sure if the Bokma Yeorae Sword is such a famous martial art.

It’s just one of the few swordsmanship methods in Shaolin, and it was lost to the Great Guardians, so that’s all I’ve heard.

However, since it is grouped into Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, it can be seen as being the same.

If you are a martial artist of the Jongnam faction who inherited the orthodox lineage from Wang Jungyang, you may have heard of the Bokma Yeorae Sword.

In the end, I have learned the practical swordsmanship of Shaolin, so I have to sell my name at least.

After answering like that, he looked back at the ronin and said.

“Just wait a little while, I’ll go and beat up the bandits and find the evidence.”

“… … Why are you doing this to me?”

When the Ronin asked with a trembling voice, I answered in the coolest voice I could muster.

“Because that’s a swordsman.”

And then, without looking back, he left the inn.

As I walked out of the guest house with everyone’s attention on me, I felt uneasy, as if I had forgotten something…

Oh, right.

I paid everything in advance.

If I go back now and say that it’s late and I’ll sleep for a day and then leave, it won’t seem like there’s anything to do… … ?

No, my bamboo leaves and warm bed… … .

* * *

Chopyeongchae is a part of the Nokrim Chilsipchae located on Chopyeongsan Mountain near Chopyeong-hyeon, southwest of Seoan.

They call themselves the Green Forest Alliance, but why would those bandits even use the Chinese character for Alliance?

In the eyes of the people, they were just dogs who extorted tolls under the pretext of an entrance fee.

And Jang Musan, the owner of Chopyeongchae, was a bandit who possessed the minimum qualifications to be called a master, possessing the skills of a first-class person.

Just as Chopyeongchae is almost at the bottom of the Nokrim Chilsipchae, Chaeju’s Muwi was also at the bottom of the Gosoo, so it can be said that he followed along incredibly well.

“I apologize for not being able to serve you well because we are in the mountains, Patrolman. Although it is small, please consider this as our sincerity… … .”

“That guy really looks like a toad. I appreciate your kindness.”

And today, as it were, is the day that the patrol lion of the Green Forest Alliance visited Chopyeongchae.

When it comes to the patrol lions of the Green Forest Alliance, they are true masters with the highest level of martial arts skills, and are the closest associates who have gained the trust of the Green Forest’s leader.

That is why Jang Musan gathered all his sincerity and presented a golden toad, and the patrolman, who was amazed by the golden toad’s graceful appearance, praised the sincerity with a satisfied face.

Since a VIP has visited, we close up shop early today and start drinking and talking, so naturally, all sorts of things happen.

“Huh, the Jeongpa’s later index went the wrong way and ended up sleeping outside? ”

“Yes. He must have been a disciple of a prestigious school or a child of a famous family, so I let him go. I showed him the way, so he was grateful and paid the entrance fee properly.”

“He was a rookie with no experience in martial arts. But he still has potential. Of course, if you enter a mountain with an owner, you should pay the entrance fee. Still, it was good that he sent you.”

After a few rounds of drinks, the blushing patrolman nodded.

“Even if you don’t have experience, the Jeongpa’s youngsters are very skilled in martial arts. If you tried to capture them, many of your subordinates would have died or been injured. If you mess with them, there would be problems later. Imagine if they were Hwasan or Jongnam’s disciples. What would have happened?”

“If you want to live right away, you have to take down the signboard of Chopyeongchae and run away from Seomse.”

The patrol lion chuckled at Jang Musan’s answer.

“That’s right. You said man? Especially if he’s blind and tries to cut off your balls, you won’t be able to handle the consequences. You made a wise decision.”

“The color was beautiful enough to be called a perfect color. I went there myself after one of my subordinates was making a fuss, and it was worth making a fuss about.”

“Arthur. In this world, the best way to do banditry is to make it thin and long. Are you also beautiful? If you touch it wrong, the number of swordsmen chasing you will double. Heed the old man’s advice.”

“Keep that in mind, I will keep that in mind again. Patrolman Elder.”

It is a scene where bandits with red faces due to being drunk give advice on how to commit banditry in a long and thin manner, and the advice is taken to heart.

If someone else saw it, they would describe it as a sight that made them tremble in shame.

Or, to put it more politely, we will discuss the ways in which the pests of society are eating away at society.

Just like right now.

“What are you talking about, you bandits.”

Kuung.

A human doll flew over the poorly built fence.

Yeonjin, who had taken the impact of the fall with one hand and landed with her knees bent, added while brushing away the dust.

“So-hyeop? What brings you here again-”

“Oh my, is that guy the reviewer you were talking about?”

At the sudden appearance of the intruder, Jang Mu-san just blinked and the drunken patrolman clapped his hands in approval as Yeon-jin drew her sword.

And then, Yeonjin, who had the sword slung over her shoulder like a gangster, wiggled her fingers.

“What the hell, I came here to destroy those bandits who don’t do the banditry they’re told to do but do alchemy.”

Even a dog in a private school can recite poetry after three years.

Yeonjindo resembles Cheongyeon after three months.

Maybe it wasn’t a resemblance, but a nature.

Of course, for the sake of the mental health of the members of the Demonic Cult, there shouldn’t be two ugly mouths, but unfortunately, Yeonjin had a talent for talking.

A sophisticated expression would be ‘a show of force’, and a more direct expression would be ‘turning the other person’s clothes inside out’.

Yeonjin’s three-inch tongue, which would be difficult to handle even if it was not tightly wrapped around her neck, was swung mercilessly at the bandits.

“If there’s a girl here who’s been messing around with the leader of the Golden Battlefield, raise your hand. If you cooperate obediently, I won’t kill you.”

“Noom! How reckless of a young boy! I am a patrolman of the Great Green Forest Alliance! Do you trust your backing to act so recklessly?”

“What, you’re the girl who got in trouble with Jang Ju-rang of Geumjeokjeon?”

“What, what?”

“Or get out. Those bandits are just a bunch of Green Forest Alliance idiots.”

The drunken patrolman’s face turned bright red at the sight of Yeonjin gesturing for him to get out if it wasn’t related.