episode_0496

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Gurgling!!

The thunder rang.

Seo Won-pyeong trembled at the sound of thunder that was getting closer.

One of the blood people came running out of breath, bowed down in front of Seo Won-pyeong and shouted.

“Church, leader…! The final line of defense has been breached!”

“Damn it! Stop it somehow! Stop it!”

“Well…the Mosan sect’s elites were all destroyed, and the remaining blood monsters all died at the hands of this bastard. Now the remaining troops…”

“What I mean is, push the unmanned people in!”

It was a time when the blood people were embarrassed by Seo Won-pyeong’s reckless orders.

-Ahh!

-Aaaah!

The screams that clearly came from blood people or monks reached the ears of Seo Won-pyeong and blood people. As the screams approached at a rapid pace, Sanpyeong and Hyeolin sensed their doom.

Kwaang!!

Soon, the gates of Daejeon fell apart and Hocheonan appeared.

“Ugh…”

Seo Won-pyeong trembled after seeing Ho Cheon-an’s appearance.

Liquor and training methods that the Taoists of the Mosan sect have cultivated over hundreds of years. And even though blood members and blood monsters from the blood religion were added on top of it, not a single special wound was visible.

Only the fatigue that could not be concealed proved that Ho Cheon-an came here after defeating the blood people and the Taoists.

Seo Won-pyeong, who desperately realized that there was no way to confront Ho Cheon-an, opened his mouth.

“Tongue, brother…”

“…Brothers.”

“That’s right, brother…The fact that you can handle the spiritual creatures of the blood religion is no different from the fact that it proves that you are of the blood of the Xia family…! That’s because the Blood Lord used his blood as a medium to deal with spirit creatures!”

Ho Cheon-an let out a long sigh.

Seo Won-pyeong, startled by Ho Cheon-an’s sigh, desperately continued speaking.

“Okay…! If you want, I will also give up my position as leader! A brother who inherited the blood of the Seoga clan more closely than me would be more suitable for the position of leader!”

“No. Blood religion will disappear from the martial arts world from today.”

Ho Cheon-an looked at Seo Won-pyeong with tired eyes.

He won’t know.

If the Murim Alliance’s assassination of Hyeoljon had failed, Hyeoljon would have died at the hands of Ho Cheon-an.

One day, after defeating Jeong-cheol, I was bound by Hyeok Kirin’s will and just couldn’t die. Ho Cheon-an heard the news of Hyeolgyo’s Jun-dong.

Ho Cheon-an tried to avenge his parents, but it was not an easy task.

At that time, Ho Cheon-an had just reached the level of a wise man, so he did not have the absolute strength that he has now, and since he was alone and without any companions, he could not fight against the spirit being.

So, the only thing that could be done was to assassinate Hyeoljon, but it took a long time for Hocheon-an, who had already cut off all ties with the world, to find out the whereabouts of Hyeoljon, and the Murim Alliance’s secret attack on Hyeoljon was faster than Hocheon-an’s ability to figure out the location of Hyeoljon. .

Just like that, the relationship between Hyeoljon and Hocheonan ended without ever seeing each other.

Decades have already passed since the link with the blood religion was severed.

But now, what use is it to claim blood relations?

Ho Cheon-an felt no emotion from Seo Won-pyeong’s words.

Even if he knew all of Hocheonan’s stories, he would not have been particularly impressed, but this was especially true since Seo Won-pyeong was just picking up words without even knowing the story.

“Since your level of blood magic is not high, I will give you two options. One is to dismantle the blood religion with your hands, and the other is to break the Danjeon with my hands.”

“I, I am related to you…”

“neatly.”

Seo Won-pyeong trembled with a pale complexion. Seo Won-pyeong, who was appointed as the sect leader simply because he was a distant relative of the sect leader’s family and had some trace of Seo’s blood, did not have the wisdom, skill, or platform to overcome the current situation.

“Cult, cult leader! It’s not possible. A blood religion that has lasted for a thousand years… Ugh!”

Seo Won-pyeong realized what choice he had to make as he looked at the blood man whose dantian was broken right in front of him.

If you announce the end of blood religion, these blood people will not leave you alone anyway. However, he will not leave it as is if his dantian is broken.

Therefore, the best he could choose was to preserve at least his Danjeon, martial arts, and blood skills to make a living.

“I will dismantle the blood religion.”

A blood cult that spread chaos throughout the entire martial arts world with a burning ambition to rule the world.

The long history of such blood religion came to an end.

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Squeak!

Navin barely opened his eyes when he felt the feeling of Seogong’s snout pressing on his cheek. Maybe it was because my mind was so restless that I couldn’t sleep, but my eyes kept closing.

Snap!

“Ah. Ah…I’ll wake up. It happens.”

Navin, who woke up as if being chased by the West Gong, stretched and tried to catch up on sleep. As always, I said good morning to the peaceful spirits.

“There are Hwangdan and Cheoneungdo.”

Perhaps because Ho Cheon-an was away, Hwang Dan was also on the ground, and Cheon-eung was also sitting on the ground instead of flying in the sky. After petting the two spirits for the first time in a long time, Navin lit the fire pit to have breakfast.

“Miho, please.”

To be exact, I asked Miho.

Fire spewed out from Miho’s nose, giving new flames to the firewood that had already cooled down. The fire that came back to life was adjusted appropriately and the cold pots were warmed up.

Navin became curious about the third pot that had been cooked yesterday but never opened. What kind of dish is in this?

“Wow.”

Navin opened the lid and let out a light exclamation. Black and shiny pork.

It was Dongpo Pork.

Navin hummed and placed the third pot on the stove. It is common sense that dongpo meat is more delicious than regular stir-fried meat. What does the Dongpo Pork made by Ho Cheon-an, who recreates the heavenly taste even with stir-fried meat made on the spot during his travels, taste like?

Navin, who placed a thick piece of dongpo meat on top of steaming rice, swallowed hard and played with his chopsticks.

Ji profit.

The dongpo meat was cooked so soft that it wouldn’t be strange to hear such an onomatopoeia, and its flesh was exposed when used with chopsticks. Navin, who drooled over the soft brown meat along with the seaweed, quickly dipped the soft piece of meat into the seasoning and swallowed it in one bite with white rice.

“Umm…!”

Navin stamped his feet. The flavor of soy sauce cleanses the greasy taste after the rich taste of meat that gives a moist sensation to the tongue. After the salty flavor of soy sauce disappeared, what remained on the tongue was a subtle sweetness.

As I let out a satisfied snort, I felt refreshed.

green onion. garlic. Octagon. The combination of peppers and other ingredients creates a new scent not only in the nose but also in the mouth, so just breathing adds a new stimulus to the sense of smell and mouth.

Navin chewed and swallowed the dongpo meat and rice, pursing his lips, and then hurriedly put the second piece of meat into his mouth.

Two pieces. Navin, who was putting three pieces into his mouth, unknowingly moved his chopsticks and stuffed the white rice into his mouth.

Navin nodded his head.

Is this the principle of harmony? Dongpo meat, with its sweet, salty, and all kinds of spices deeply soaked in, provided a truly shocking taste that satisfied the tongue, but the numerous flavors that penetrated deep into the meat were clearly too stimulating.

It was white rice that neutralized the excessive stimulation and supplemented the light taste that would not exist in Dongpo meat.

Cut a piece of meat, put it in your mouth, and put some white rice in your mouth.

As he repeated this, before he knew it, Naveen’s bowl was empty and his stomach was protruding.

Navin lay down on his back and muttered.

“Delicious….”

Navin smiled happily as he looked at Miho and Seo-gong next to him, then jumped up.

Delicious food should be shared.

“Now, ah~”

Squeak?

Navin handed Seogong a piece of Dongpayuk. Seogong, who sniffed the smell of Dongpo Pork, was unable to ignore Navin’s expectant eyes and ended up swallowing Dongpo Pork.

“Now, Miho too.”

Kang?

However, the reaction was not very cool. Seogong and Miho were just chomping at the pieces of meat to swallow them. Navin, who had hoped that Seogong and Miho would jump up and express the taste of heaven, was disappointed.

Since I enjoyed eating the sweet and sour little fruits, I thought I would definitely enjoy the dongpo meat!

Navin, who cleaned up the dishes with disappointment, wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Seogong and Miho.

“Then shall we pick a lot of fruit today?”

Squeak!

Seogong shook his head. Since Ho Cheon-an was away, it was decided that it would not be a good idea to go far away.

“Wouldn’t it be okay around here?”

Snap!

Navin had no choice but to sit down due to Seogong’s firm refusal. Navin looked blankly at the horizon.

In the past two weeks, Ho Cheon-an has been away twice. It was all in order to fulfill their request to eliminate the remnants of the blood religion.

Every time Navin waited for Hocheonan, he looked blankly at the horizon. At that time, Naveen thought it was fortunate that he was left behind like this. The blood monsters and blood people that Navin experienced in the village where he originally lived were feared beings.

Even though I knew that Hocheonan would keep me safe, I did not want to face blood people or monsters.

But today, somehow, a part of my heart felt empty.

“Yay!”

Kang!

To relieve that emptiness, Navin rushed to Miho and Seo-gong. Navin, who had been rolling around in the grass for a while, with Miho and Seogong entangling his tail and sometimes biting him lightly, realized that it was already lunch and put the pot on the stove again.

Navin rummaged through his backpack, took out a container of side dishes, and ate some rice along with the bulgogi left over from last night’s dinner.

It was still delicious, but somehow not as tasty as the bulgogi I had last night.

Is it because I’m eating alone?

After finishing washing the dishes, I was dazed when Seok-woong approached me. The purpose was to play with Navin, who seemed to be feeling a bit lethargic.

“Aaagh!”

Navin, who had been enjoying himself for a while at the Seokwoong amusement ride that had just opened for the first time in a long time, was completely exhausted and drooped.

After resting my tired body like that, I quickly fell asleep.

“Umm.”

Navin, who opened his eyes in the light of the setting sun, turned on the fire again while listening to the growling sound of his stomach. Since we ate all the bulgogi for lunch, all that was left was dongpo meat.

Navin thought as he looked at the steaming pot. The bulgogi I ate alone was not as tasty as yesterday. So, how delicious would Dongpo Pork, which was so delicious when eaten alone, be eaten by two people?

With that in mind, Navin decided to just wait for Ho Cheon-an.

Navin looked around and let out a sigh of regret. If I hadn’t fallen asleep last night, I would have known which way Hocheonan disappeared to.

Before we knew it, the sun had disappeared below the horizon and darkness had come.

Squeak.

When Seogong saw Navin curled up without eating, he raised his snout as if he was worried, but Navin only patted Seogong and still did not eat.

Suddenly Navin had this thought.

What would it have been like if I had followed in Ho Cheon-an’s footsteps? Although he said it was just business, Navin guessed that Hocheonan had gone to eliminate a group of blood cultists. Navin, who remembered the disgusting and scary blood monsters and the bright red eyes that were unique to blood people, was sick of imagining that sight, but it soon occurred to him that Ho Cheon-an was fighting them alone.

It may not have been helpful, no, it would have been nothing more than a burden, but if the two of us had gone together, wouldn’t we have been able to rely on each other a little more?

Maybe if you learn martial arts, it might be a little bit of help rather than a burden.

“Grandpa….I will ask him to teach me martial arts when I return.”

Navin, who had been waiting for Hocheonan while imagining various things, got up and thought as he looked at the shining night sky.

In the end, it looks like Ho Cheon-an is not coming.

With that in mind, Navin opened the lid of the rice pot.

Something sparkled in Navin’s eyes.

“Ah.”

Stars shone on the ground. The night sky became dark. A bright yellow flash that could not be compared to any star in the night sky was splitting across the ground.

A bright smile appeared on Navin’s face.

Because I had a intuition that the owner of that light was Hocheonan, who was rushing towards me.

Navin was busy.

I took out two utensils, two chopsticks, and scooped up a lot of rice. Navin, who had piled up rice for Hocheonan, who had been moving all day, jumped up and waved his hand.

Eventually, the light stopped in front of Navin.

“I’m sorry. It’s a little late.”

Ho Cheon-an apologized, hiding his tired face. After announcing in front of the church members that the blood religion had been disbanded, I thought everything would be over, but the problem was the Black Death imprisoned in Beecher. The blood people of the blood religion persistently cast blood magic on the black snake they had trapped through the power of Jinbeop, and thanks to this, the black snake was angry to the very end.

It took a considerable amount of time to calm down the wildly attacking black snake and return it to nature, so even though we hurriedly returned, it ended up being midnight.

However, it was a good story for Navin. Navin smiled brightly and grabbed Hocheonan’s sleeve and pulled it.

“I’m hungry! Let’s eat dinner quickly!”

“…You mean you haven’t had dinner until this time?”

A time that should be called midnight. Ho Cheon-an asked in surprise at the fact that Navin hadn’t eaten until it seemed too late for a late-night snack, let alone dinner.

“It tastes better when eaten together!”

Ho Cheon-an smiled brightly and looked at Navin, who handed him the rice bowl. Ho Cheon-an burst into laughter as he looked at Navin, who told him to sit down as if he was really hungry.

“Yes. It tastes better when eaten together.”

“Dongpo meat! It’s so, so delicious!”

Ho Cheon-an sat down and received the dongpo pork that Navin served on top of rice.

With the stars in the night sky as a background.

Dinner started a little late.