episode_0578

Seoliri and Paengdaesan’s expressions are displeased.

You might wonder who subdues the bandits and who helps them, but in reality, he is saying that he will be the one responsible for subjugating the bandits.

Wouldn’t it be a completely different story to say that Cheonhwageom and his friends were suppressing thieves while a monster helped them, and that Cheonhwageom and his friends were helping a monster cut down thieves?

Of course, Gyeon Po-hee knows nothing about these high-level causes, honor, and a kind of unmanned politics, and has no intention of knowing.

So, we are helping the Qing government by digging up and leveling the land and preparing to pitch a tent at the bottom of the steep hill.

Paengdaesan secretly asks Cheong about this as he digs the ground.

Then a strange answer came back.

“Huh? What does it matter who helps? After all, wouldn’t it be beneficial to the world if we beat down the harmful bandits? What’s the use of throwing out your name?”

Then he smiled mischievously.

“And this body already has a reputation, doesn’t it? Of course, I don’t know about Sani, who is just a super flirtatious person.”

“That guy’s level of achievement, haha. Do you think that’s all? The monster is a person who is entangled with various benefactors of Kangho. He is a person with whom there is nothing good to be associated with.”

“If not, you can just say no. If you beat up some thieves together, then you too are my enemies! If he’s going to rush at you like this, isn’t he no different from Madou in the first place?”

“It’s not such a simple story. You don’t realize how narrow-minded and absurd a person’s hatred is.”

From the perspective of Amukhaprap’s enemies, how much would it hurt them to see a monster making a name for himself through such acts of collusion.

If you say that you helped, it is natural that your heart will inevitably turn to hatred.

“San is having a hard time.”

“I don’t know why that conclusion was reached.”

“There are bitches like that. Why don’t you reciprocate after giving your heart away? How could you do this to me? While grinding my teeth. There is no need for Sani to worry about such insignificant bitches. As San said, the human mind is like that, but there’s no need to move while thinking about the feelings of people who don’t matter, right? I’m a complete stranger?”

Paeng Daesan looks caught off guard.

Even though he normally behaves like a jerk, he once in a while cuts through his thoughts and speaks like a guru.

“Ah. But why Eunwon? Did the Fish Cake Samhap do a lot of bad things?”

Pengdaesan glances at Amukhaprap, who is sitting cross-legged in front of the bonfire.

“He is cruel and has an eccentric personality and is unpredictable. If it doesn’t suit their mood, they will kill them without hesitation, even if they are innocent, and seek to punish them.”

Trying to remove Huhwan means trying to eliminate those who have the potential for revenge.

This includes family, monks, and friends.

“Um.”

“So I don’t want to be with the author. You never know when they might suddenly change and attack.”

“Hmm. is it? Why not go and ask?”

“What?”

“Try pitching a tent.”

Cheong puts the moonlight sword that he used to cut the frozen ground into its sheath and heads towards Amukhaprap.

“Hey, monk?”

“You, how can you interfere with Zen meditation?”

“There is a sinister rumor. Did you really go around killing people just because you were offended?”

Cheong also didn’t ask without any basis, so it’s not like I’m not confident of losing in a fight.

Above all, didn’t you get along well with Povidone even though you bickered with him?

If I was offended, I should have been offended a long time ago. Seeing how he always stuck around, I don’t think he’s the kind of person who just kills people when he feels like it.

“Hmph. This sounds like a no-brainer. Everyone you kill dies from natural causes. Wicked and low-ranking central bastards who exploited the blood of the most precious chief on earth. However, he is a judge who has no mercy because he has not yet become a Buddha. It’s like the unstoppable anger of Magagara Great Dark Heaven Avalokitesvara. Your own judgment that you cannot avoid even if you hide in the midfield.”

Magagara, Great Dark Heaven, Avalokitesvara’s Wrath, all three refer to Shiva, the god of heaven and earth, and the god with the most friendly tone to the Korean people out of all gods. Shiba.

“The fate of the wicked Central Plains squires, especially those of Han Chinese like you, are the most filthy and filthy in the world and are also fraudsters. They are Han Chinese, not barbarians like those despicable people who suck the backs of our barbarians. I judged it accordingly. Do you have any complaints? However, you had amazing luck, escaped from the mean blood of the Han Chinese, and were reborn as a barbarian.”

“That’s it? And what if they accuse Han Chinese of being bad guys?”

“Not all Han Chinese exploit barbarians. But all the exploiters in the central plains are Han Chinese.”

“Um.”

I didn’t know about the Jungwon people’s treatment of them as barbarians because I heard and saw them in Cheongdo.

They are basically wealthy people who are easy to betray, and the government officials unconditionally take the side of the Han people, so how easy can the barbarians be, much less the merchants of Central Plains who prey on Central Plains people as well?

It is said that they went around hunting down such fraudsters and killing them.

Cheong saw Amukhaprap’s evil deeds.

Paengdaesan said he was going to kill everyone to take out Huhwan, and Amukhaprap said he only killed those who attacked him.

Cheong thinks that what San is saying is probably true because he clearly feels that way.

What should I do if I leave behind a fuss and it harms not me, but my chicks, my friends, and the Seolgasanghoe?

Perhaps, to the monster monks, such people were chief masters, hmm.

Was it just an unlucky Cheonhwageom?

I also wonder if things would have ended up like that if it weren’t for my teacher, our female priests, and our sect members.

“But what do you do? Are they practicing pitching a tent in the midfield?”

“What are you doing? Why are you pitching a tent? Don’t you need to sleep?”

Amukhaprap’s wide, sunken eyes look at Cheong with questions.

“Go to sleep?”

“Now that I think about it, my luggage is light. Do you have any sleeping bag? What, how did you get here without a sleeping bag?”

“The chief is the residence of the chief. The sky is the roof and the ground is the foundation. They are different from the weak midfielders.”

“No, let alone the roof and foundation, then there are no walls. So, have you just been sleeping on the floor?”

“Foolish you! Then you die! Not the chief, that North Sea barbarian!”

what? Is it barbarians’ hatred of barbarians?

“No, then how did we get here? Is there some sort of seojang-style overnight stay method?”

“I am an expert. Go Soo is safe after only five days of sleeplessness.”

It means you didn’t sleep.

For some reason, his eyes are red, isn’t that Daesuin? I thought it was some kind of side effect from the bloody palm martial arts, but it was just because I didn’t sleep.

It seems like what I was closing my eyes for a while ago was not meditating, but dozing off in front of a warm fire.

“Then, let’s sleep inside the wall today. Is it okay?”

“You were actually a crazy girl? Even though I am a true Buddhist and a holy teacher, why do I trust and sleep with him?”

“Why? Are you saying I did something suspicious along the way?”

“The sound of going crazy. He said he was a prospective minister. There is no one in this world other than Buddha who is more trustworthy than you.”

Cheong asks with a mischievous smile.

“Then it’s done, isn’t it?”

“For that reason, Mt. That’s good. It’s cold, but if we sleep together, it’ll be warm.”

“I don’t like it.” “I don’t like it!”

Paeng Daesan and the monster said at the same time.

And then they glared at each other.

“I hate it.” “I hate myself more!”

hmm. I thought it was a pretty good idea.

Since Mt. Pangdaesan is already shivering at night, wouldn’t it be okay if we both share the same sleeping bag as it will keep us warm?

Even the skin on the bones was so thin that it didn’t seem like the sleeping bag would be too narrow with the two of them stuck together.

“Then there is nothing we can do. Hee-mae and I use the same sleeping bag-”

“Write this.”

“Oh! Why do North Sea barbarians know manners! A series of surprises!”

Wouldn’t Seoliri hand over her sleeping bag to Amukhaprap before Cheong finished speaking?

“Preface, small work. There are no sleeping bags here anymore.”

Cheong was impressed by that.

what? Did you just call yourself by your name?

What kind of confidence is this?

Do you commit such outrages just because you have a fair face, or rather a very smooth face?

There’s no way something like this can be forgiven, right?

Since a beautiful woman can do anything, doesn’t she deserve to be forgiven for using third-person names, pigtails, etc.

“Hmm. As expected, this is Lee. Like a North Sea barbarian, it’s okay to sleep on the cold floor.”

“No.”

“Ah. sorry. No matter how friendly we are, have the North Sea barbarians crossed a line?”

“Not that one. And the North Sea bastards are truly barbarian barbarians.”

“I didn’t say that much.”

The subtle valley between Seoliri’s eyebrows.

However, it is the most gentle valley in the world.

“Come here.”

Because it is a valley that disappears as if it had never happened before.

“A. It’s a shame.”

“Sister, I’m sorry.”

“Ugh. It’s good that you two get along so well.”

Gyeon Po-hee just smiles happily.

This can be said to be a quality of family that is on a different level from the friends who try to sleep with Cheong.

Thanks to the strange company, the average age has increased by about five years, but if you are middle-aged in the midfield, this is the time when you are the most energetic.

So today I walk in the wilderness again… … .

“Truly terrible. A taste to give up to animals.”

Now, the chief is a barbarian who is complaining about whether he can afford to live.

Of course, since there was nothing else to eat, he grumbled and cleaned the bowl.

So I walked and walked, walked after lunch, and it was dark so the sun was setting quickly and after dinner I was setting up the tent again.

“Weak midfielders, do not pitch a tent. Go on and reach the morning.”

“Is it this dark?”

“You fool. If so, it’s a sign of falling snow. Rather, it goes as firmly as the horns of a bull.”

They say that because it will snow, they will walk overnight and arrive at Hanam County in the morning.

However, what if night falls on a cloudy sky?

Even Cheong, who has superhuman vision, cannot see anything in these heavenly gates.

On a dark night without even moonlight, Cheong’s night vision is something that can’t be helped.

So, if you wander around at night to avoid the snow, you may get a little snow tomorrow and wander around the city you will arrive at in the evening for a few more days.

“You guys in the midfield are very lucky! Here is the great starlight that guides you through the darkness. The chief’s land is like his own house, clearly visible with closed eyes.”

“You were lost.”

Amukhaprap was trying to grill over an open fire on an abandoned road, but he was wandering astray and was hungry, so he tried to betray humanity.

Eating a dead person because you are so hungry is not considered a crime even in Qing’s hometown, but it is not something a lost person would say.

Then Amukhaprap complained.

“It’s a road you don’t know at the time! I know now!”

“Hmm. How are you guys? The man said he was so confident. Honestly, I wish I had gone. Because I don’t even want to look at dry porridge anymore.”

Paengdaesan secretly looks at the bonfire.

At the spot where Cheong sat, there was a bowl of porridge that had been completely emptied.

what? Did he eat two bowls and then throw them away because he didn’t want to look at them? do.

However, Paengdaesan Mountain has already shed its cranes, so even if you serve any dish other than dried porridge, it would be a worldly delicacy.

“Hmm. One night will be no problem.”

Gyeon Po-hee and Seol I-ri are careful to just do whatever they want as long as there is no danger from Cheong.

So, Cheong rolls dried rice flour onto the iron blade of Nangabong and lights a huge torch.

Although it is closer to a beacon than a torch.

As a huge fire traverses the wilderness, a bitter chill hits my cheek along the way.

“Oh. It’s snowing.”

Of course, Cheonghae Castle is a dry town, so even if it does snow, it’s just one or two tantalizing pieces of flimsy snow falling.

Still, the snow in all directions is reflected in the giant flames made up of three torches and dry powder.

The snow fluttering gently into the darkness as far as the eye can see is surprisingly charming.

Originally, snow would be nothing more than a by-product of the sky that would be cursed if I had to clean it up, but otherwise, snow is just a beautiful scenery.

The fire is burning and the light is gradually decreasing.

There is still plenty of food left over from the unmanned store, so once the fire is extinguished, a new portable beacon is put on and the portable beacon is revived again and again, crossing the Cheonghae.

However, Nanga-bong, who plays Nanga in the torch, that is, Nanga Moonlight Sword, a combined weapon, can be very resentful.

What on earth does this crazy master bitch know about weapons? Even if it is a blunt weapon and not a blade! How could it catch fire and turn red! If this is the case, how on earth can you be fine!

If Nangabong had consciousness and had eyes and a mouth, it would have shed bloody tears and cursed its owner.

What can I do on the subject of weapons?

It’s just a strange arm of a weapon that met a fierce owner.

Only after five signal fires died out and the sixth large fire was raised high again did the Central Plain-style castle walls finally become visible in the distance.

It was Hanam, the southern gateway to Cheonghae Province.