episode_0142

A patrol messenger from the Demonic Cult is coming to deliver an announcement!

Of course, no matter how much of an enemy we are, we would never harm a messenger.

Even the recipient was the headquarters of the martial arts faction, the Murim League.

Rather, it was a matter of protecting the patrolling lion holding the notice from being attacked.

It was necessary to avoid giving an excuse for the right faction’s martial arts faction to have harmed the envoy in a mean-spirited manner.

The Murim League masters who were dispatched like that couldn’t get along with the dirty Demon Cult bastards, so they couldn’t get close and surrounded them at a moderate distance to monitor and guard them.

Just like that, the Demonic Cult’s infamous jet-black ebony carriage, wrapped in a layer of coriander, crossed the central plains, and stories of its sightings continued to the Murim Alliance.

And in front of the Murim Alliance headquarters.

It was like a crowd of people who had already come to see the sights.

Even if the martial arts competition was held, there would not have been this many people.

However, even if they didn’t say it, everyone had a rough guess as to what kind of advice the Demonic Cult’s patrol messenger would deliver.

Ultimatum!

An advisory is a diplomatic letter sent from one power to another.

The last ultimatum among them is an ultimatum. It means that there is no need for dialogue anymore, so let’s just fight it out.

This suggested an important fact to the Murim League.

If the Demonic Cult were so confident, they would declare war and attack!

Those guys who always gather their strength and then attack by surprise are enough to give warning this time.

However, the power of the political faction, Murim, was also at its peak.

After Emperor Mucheon, the level of martial arts in the martial arts faction was reaching its highest level every day, so even if the evil enemies of the Demonic Cult invaded, they would just stand up and fight back.

In front of the main gate of the Murim Alliance, the leaders of the Alliance lined up in a line, holding military flags.

It is the headquarters of the Murim League, filled with the spirit of political faction.

It was a production done because it was impossible to allow a dirty demonic cult member into the Murim Alliance.

You may be wondering what this is all about.

However, in the midfield, face means life.

Among the onlookers, the ebony carriages of the Demonic Cult appeared.

Ominous murmurs spread one after another.

“Stop!”

The Lion’s Roar, filled with the power of Buddha, rang loudly.

The pure perm energy that Master Naegwang of Shaolin had honed through a lifetime of martial arts has spread widely.

It was a kind of suppression of momentum.

It had an effect, and the ominous buzzing noise suddenly stopped.

The exclamation that it was, after all, Shaolin and that it was the leader of the martial arts faction and all, followed for a moment and then subsided.

Then, what the energetic people did was now jeers and criticism.

“How dare the evil species of the Demonic Cult invade!”

“Woo! Get out of here!”

“Did you think that the right faction, Murim, would be scared by something like this? Justice always wins!”

In the midst of all this, the patrolling lion finally raised his notice and shouted.

“I pray for the eternal glory of the Demon Alliance, and on behalf of Shingyo Supreme, I speak to the martial artists of the Murim Alliance!”

“… … ?”

“… … ?”

There was silence for a moment.

Everyone, what did I hear? Even when we blinked and looked at each other to check, we all had dumb expressions.

Thanks to this, it at least gave me confidence that I hadn’t heard wrong.

“The new Shinkyo Supreme Lord now wants to erase old resentment and hatred and see an end to the long-standing antagonism! Therefore, I would like to open the door to Protestantism and ask for reconciliation. I hope that we can no longer hate each other, break away from the chain of sorrow where blood begets blood, and pain beget pain, and sing joyful songs together under the sky!”

Oh my, I got hit.

The Murim Alliance soldiers were sweating.

It would have been better if the patrolling lion had been welcomed into the palace, but if a request for reconciliation were made in broad daylight with all the people from the central plains gathered together, the village had no choice but to accept it.

The Demonic Cult had to attack first to be justified, and the Murim Alliance, which protects the well-being and peace of the central plains, should not have now refused and shouted that it was unnecessary and that it was a war.

It was all a ploy to achieve this goal by hiding his true intentions and disguising himself as if he was going to issue an ultimatum.

The soldier used his good brain to no avail.

It was a characteristic of smart guys.

But what is the true intention?

If what they really want is peace, this could be a historic moment in which one of the long-standing issues of martial arts disappears.

What if it’s just a ploy to induce caution and start a fifth war between political and evil forces?

“Now that the door to Shinism is wide open, any martial arts tyrant who wishes can visit Cheonsansinsi and see it for themselves!”

“Umm.”

The soldier groaned in discomfort.

A door originally leads in both directions.

Aren’t they saying that they, too, are planning to advance into the central plains by barely opening the gates of the thatched-roof houses in the remote corners of the countryside?

However, there is no specific reason to stop it.

A long-standing grudge is really a grudge from a long time ago, and even if I were to suffer the evil of a demonic cult, it was only something I heard about and learned.

—-

The journey from Sacheon to Shinnyeomun Gate is not really a trip at all.

All you have to do is get on the boat and get off the boat.

Of course, the scenery of the Yangtze River is beautiful.

If you take a boat down the Minjiang River in the provincial capital, it joins the main stream, the Yangtze River.

If you continue without disembarking, you will enter Chongqing, the eastern region of Sichuan Province.

Junggyeong is also the honey land of honey lands where the king came from.

Pachuk, which commonly refers to the Sichuan region, is a combination of the land of Pan and the land of Shu, and among them, pa refers to Chongqing.

Thanks to this, the people of Sichuan treated it as eastern Sichuan, but the people of Chongqing were offended and asked not to have anything to do with the Sichuan people.

If you pass through the long Chongqing land on either side, you will immediately come across Musan Gorge, which is considered the best view of the Yangtze River.

And the highest peak of Musan Gorge is Sinnyeobong Peak.

As soon as the sailors woke up, the Musanhyeop came out. They called out to people to come out and take a look, and when they secretly got ready and got off the hatchet, it was right in front of the house.

In modern terms, Sinnyeomun is a super station area with a view of the Yangtze River and a Shinnyeomun stop!

Since the way back was so convenient and close, it was not for nothing that Seomun Surin rushed out after hearing the news of the Sichuan rebellion.

If you want to come, it will take a few days for you to return (of course, the Yangtze River is one-way, so it’s only fast when coming), but since the disciple is not even showing his nose, he is naturally worried and has no choice but to chase after him.

Thus, Cheong, who arrived at the Sanmun Gate of the Shrine Gate, was so moved that he was relieved to finally be home. He took a deep breath.

In fact, it is not luxurious compared to whether the priestess’s house is a demonic religion or a Tang school, but still, the mental stability that my home brings is something that cannot be provided anywhere else in the world.

“Lord Taesangmun has arrived. Gulp.”

The disciples of the female priest tended to have great difficulty with the western gate surin.

So, as soon as she entered the temple, she jumped up and disappeared with her sword to go water the orchids. It was Seomun Surin’s consideration to enjoy the time of reuniting with the disciples of the priestess whom she had met after a long time.

“Taesasukjo! Wow, you’ve become prettier! Totally Western! Absolutely gorgeous! Absolutely beautiful! A complete beauty!”

Seo Mi-in refers to Seo, the most beautiful woman of all time, and Woo Mi-in’s first name is Woo, but her last name has not been passed down.

Chomiin was Choseon, and Wangjangmiin was called Wangjang because Wang Sogun’s name was Jang, so they were roughly similar to the four major beauties without Yang Guifei.

“What, Taesasukjo is here?”

“Taesasukjo!!”

“Taesasukjo, where have you been this time? Can I lock myself in to listen to the story?”

“Flute, can you play the flute? It’s always ringing in my ear, but I don’t get that feeling unless it’s Taesasukjo.”

“Who is the person next to you? Is this a new disciple?”

“Wow, the best rice in Sacheon! Ready to read sea fish!”

“Mancheonhwawoo! Can you show me Mancheonhwawoo?”

“You idiot, won’t we all die then?”

There was a lot of commotion between them.

Cheong accepted the enthusiastic greeting by putting the sugar he brought to his mouth one by one.

They were kids who lived in the mountains and never left their clan, so they were kind and very kind, but they were also very sensitive to external stimulation.

So it was almost like a flock of birds attacking.

Unlike Cheong-gwa, who was already used to it and expertly scooped out each piece of sugar, Tang Nan-ah already looked tired.

“I thought it was a bit quiet and something like this… … .”

“Isn’t that all prejudice?”

“Cheongseong and Ami were quiet. But you are indeed a Taoist elder… … .”

Tang Nan-ah spoke as if she had seen it again.

That has to be the case because his attitude is already different from when he stayed in the Tang family.

Due to laziness, which had become so ingrained in my body, I stopped mid-way and wanted to practice for a while, but I couldn’t go very far.

All he does is sleep, eat, and act like a fool by clinging to Noh Choi.

However, when I arrived at my house, my back was straightened, my shoulders were wide, and I had the appearance of a dignified high priest, so I couldn’t help but be amazed.

Cheong said with a grin.

“What about the elderly? First, I will say hello to Jang Moon-in and guide him to the guest hall.”

I was on my way across Sinnyebong Peak.

Something small ran up and grabbed me.

“Evil! I hurt my chest? Could you please stop rubbing your face in the wound?”

“Gasp.”

It was an unfamiliar face.

However, he was a little boy who was hugged wearing a Lee Dae Disciple training uniform, and the top of his head was just below his collarbone.

She was tall for a woman, barely two fingers shy of six feet tall (5’9.4″), but even taking that into account, if she didn’t reach her collarbones, she would be a bit too short.

There was only one person in the female priesthood who corresponded to that.

“Oh. Jang Myeong. You’ve become much prettier. I don’t recognize you.”

“Huh.”

Jin Jangmyeong let out a strange laugh.

Cheong looked at Jin Jangmyeong up and down and admired him.

“Oh. what. Are you now at the beginning of the first class?”

“Hehehehe.”

Then Jin Jangmyeong put his hand on his waist and pretended to measure it.

Cheong continued.

“Just a first-class babbler doesn’t block the progress of a top expert. Why don’t you go away? Go and play with some top early kids. Oh my, this is going to be top-notch. Whoosh, whoosh. Go away.”

“Chit.”

Jin Jang-myeong’s face was rotten.

When Cheong giggled and opened his arms again, Jin Jangmyeong stopped and asked.

“Which one is injured? left? Right?”

“Left.”

“Yes.”

Jin Jang-myeong was hugged again.

Cheong let out a single scream again.

“Evil! It’s on the left there. It’s barely attached, but it’s going to split again.”

“What is it? They say it’s on the left?”

“Because it’s on the left for me? Not when you see it.”

“Then you should say that.”

“If you ask me if my left arm or right arm is injured, will you answer that it is my left arm? Even though it’s been a while since I’ve seen this, I still sound stupid.”

“Heung.”

“ character. Now get away. The law of the land is strict, but minors should not be allowed to hang around.”

“… … ? I was an adult when I first met you.”

“To me, men and women are the same. From the age of twenty. Is Jang Myeong turning eighteen this year? There are two years left.”

“One year and one month. “This year is over.”

For reference, in Chinese adulthood, a man is from the age of twenty, and a woman is from fifteen to fifteen.

When a boy was 15 years old, he was called Jihak, telling him to set his mind on learning, but when a girl was 15, she was treated as an adult, telling her that academics was nothing at all and that she should just have a child quickly.

As the situation in the central plains was like this, Seomun Surin was so indignant that he wrote down numerous legendary anecdotes of the women’s struggle.

After that, he looked at Dannan and asked.

“Who is this?”

Okay.

Cheong lightly fed him honey chestnuts.

“What is your habit of speaking to customers? This is called being a bitch. She is one of the five great beauties of Murim, and, um, she is also a member of the National Assembly.”

“Hey! This is what people say. Uh, hello? Sodou?”

“The five major beauties?”

Jin Jangmyeong looked at Tang Nan’er’s face, then at Cheong’s face again, and then at Tang Nan’er’s face again, and then looked at Cheong’s face, making a gasping sound and pulling up one of his lips in a pout.

“Hey! What is this little crab! What does that mean?”

“Heung.”

Cheong’s appearance brought back old memories.

When I think about it, Jang Myeong was a very mean person from the beginning.

When I came in through the priest’s gate, I acted so obediently that I forgot about it.

I guess I’m just being a bit shy, right?