Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Episode 52. Chaeju Poongyeoncho

asked with an absurd expression.

“What do you mean it is difficult to recover? You mean you can’t wake up like this?”

Ha Seon-woo waved his hand.

“Oops! You misunderstood me. You will wake up. I was talking about martial arts. Vigorous movements should be avoided in the future.”

“Do you even sharpen a knife?”

“Of course not.”

“Damn it. I’ll see you when I wake up. Even if you don’t, you’re an old man with a bad temper.”

Contrary to his words, Poongyeoncho’s expression looked bitter.

This is because Shen Yang-gak knew that he was wrong while learning martial arts from Yeon Jeok-ha.

In a sense, Simyanggak was an old priest.

Even though I’ve never had a proper conversation with him until now.

“Well, what are you going to do now? Poongyeoncho answered Ha Seonwu’s question,

“Are you going to take her alive or here?”

“Even if this old man is here, he won’t listen. I will take you alive.”

“In that case, I will make you a good medicine for your wounds. If you finish eating, please contact me anytime.”

“So be it.”

Poongyeoncho stood up from her seat holding Shenyanggak.

Shen Yang-gak’s body was surprisingly light, so I didn’t think it was difficult.

“omg! My father has never been like this. It makes me do filial piety that I don’t even have.”

Poongyeoncho’s joke made him laugh.

“I have to go to the sanchae, is that okay?”

“No problem. It’s light because the poison is completely gone. Wanna see?”

Along with the horse, the windblown plant shook Shim Yang-gak’s body back and forth like a baby

.

“That is really not good. You have to move it without shaking as much as possible…”

“Don’t worry. Do you think this old man is a normal person? Because this is nothing.”

“I’ll say it again, but now you’re in a worse position than the average person.”

“Oh, is that enough?”

Only then did Poongyeoncho calm down.

Don’t you know if you have any thoughts of harassing Shenyang Pavilion? There is no reason to do something bad for your body.

***

Spring.

Luoyang eastern side language.

Waryongjang.

Early in the morning, two people were arguing in the main house. The main characters are Baek Mi-joo, the hostess of Waryongjang, and her son, Yeon Mu-baek.

“Mother, what does it mean to send an escort to the upper world? Do you know what that means?”

“I am the one who has led Waryongjang up until now. Do you think you wouldn’t know that?”

“Why did Sechang Lee of Baekse Sangbang ask for an escort? Isn’t it like that because it seems like there will be a collision with the other upper side? Other superiors also wear Luoyang’s military crown. There may be a fight big or small between Waryongjang and Lukyang military officers.”

“You cannot become a Murim family without shedding blood. Your father didn’t have the courage to do that, but I’m different.”

“It is not a matter of courage. It has been one year since I received an external disciple. They don’t even have the awareness that they are people of Waryongjang yet. Are you going to send those people into battle?”

“A sense of unity can become stronger while bleeding. You don’t know, but your mother’s family, the head of the family Baek, also went through such a period. There is no fight with everything perfectly prepared. If there is something lacking, time will take care of it.”

“mother!”

In frustration, the smoke bag screamed.

“Don’t raise your voice. And only an escort. You only need to protect the ark and the two agents. There is nothing to make a fuss about as if a fight would break out at any moment.”

“A fuss? One day you will draw your sword for the Ark and the Agent. I also want Waryongjang to become the Murim family, but it’s not like this.”

“Leave the management of Waryongjang to me and do your best.”

“Is it my job? Isn’t it about raising someone to fight for your mother?”

Baek Mi-joo frowned.

“Why do you look at everything with such a crooked eye? is this for me? I am Baek, but I am working day and night for the Yeon family. Of course you would say no.”

“…”

Hyeonmubaek clenched his teeth and controlled the boiling inside.

My conversations with my mother are always like this.

Baek Mi-joo’s voice came to Yeonmu-baek’s ears as he grunted inwardly.

“Yes, and the heads of both families will be visiting in a few days.”

Yeon Moo Baek looked at Baek Mi Joo with puzzled eyes.

The Yang family is a prestigious military family in Jeongju, but this is because there has been no interaction with them until now.

“Why do you say they are looking for the chief?”

“It’s to discuss your marriage with the lady of the old farm. Aren’t you past the age to get married too?”

“If that happens all of a sudden…”

“Do you know how old you are? I’m already twenty-six If you teach students, you will soon turn 30. If you are the head of a sheep household in Jeongju, there will be no shortage of partners for you.”

Baek Mi-joo was right, so Yeon Mu-baek did not oppose it anymore.

“I hope there are no other intentions in my marriage.”

“Yang Sojeo is a beautiful woman who is so outstanding that she is called Zheng Ju-in, so you will definitely like it.”

He shook his head as if he had lost his smoke bag.

Hearing answers that have nothing to do with her answer, it seems that this marriage also belongs to the big picture of her mother. However, it was true that his marriage period was full, so he could not deny it.

three days later.

Yang’s family’s guests visited Waryongjang.

After guiding the guests to the main house, Baek Mi-joo called her two sons.

“Greetings. These are Daehyeop Yang Jin-woong, the head of the Yang family, and Yang Seon So-hyeop, the owner of the small family.”

Yeon Mu-baek and Yeon Seung-baek took over the town in turn.

“It’s a smoke bag.”

“I call it Yeonseungbaek.”

Unlike the somewhat nervous first Yeon Mu-baek, the second Yeon Seung-baek’s face was full of laughter. This is because he knows the purpose of the visits of the men of both heads.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Yang Jin-woong.”

“This is Yang Yi-seon.”

Yang Jin-woong, in his late fifties, and Yang Yi-sun, in his thirties, secretly looked at Yeon Mu-baek’s face.

There were many words to describe Waryong Swordsman Yeonmubaek.

A man who returned after studying for ten years at the Namgung family.

A master of swordsmanship who reached the level of a swordsman at the age of twenty-six.

The swordsmanship teacher of Waryongjang warriors.

A young master who raised an unknown waryongjang into one of the best shamans in Nakyang.

As rumor has it, both of his sun-bloods abruptly gushed out, and a clear, transparent light gleamed in his eyes. The face is also Honam-type, so I don’t have a crush on him.

After the first meeting, Jinwoong Yang and Seon Yang exchanged meaningful glances. Judging from the gentle expression on his face, it seemed that he liked the two of them.

After a while, the five of them sat around the table and had a light conversation.

As the story progressed, the guests’ smiles deepened.

Yeon Mu-baek’s Si-gyeon, who studied at the Namgung family, was far superior to his peers. From the point of view of the head of a samurai family, there was no better marriage.

Byeokryeokchang Yang Jin-woong and Jade Kirin Yang Seon left the door of Waryongjang late in the afternoon.

Yang Jin-woong asked when he was quite far away from Waryongjang.

“Lee Seon-ah, what do you think?”

“Warryong Swordsman?”

“Then did I ask about the second Confucius?”

“Haha I like him. By the way, I heard something about Waryongjang, is that okay?”

Recently, Waryongjang’s name has been frequently mentioned among shamans. The main content is ‘they are expanding their forces too aggressively’.

“When I met him today, it seems that the noise will subside once he becomes the chieftain.”

“I guess it depends on when Mrs. White steps back.”

“If you get married, that time will be pushed forward. I won’t pretend to be a hostess even if I see my daughter-in-law.”

“I don’t know if it’s just Ewha who is struggling.”

The age difference between Sogaju Yang Seon and her younger sister Yang Hwa is a whopping 10 years.

Yang Seon took care of Yang Hwa more like a parent than an older brother. So, I hoped that there would be no problems with my brother’s marriage.

“Still, it is clear that Waryong Swordsman is a man worth taking risks.”

Yang Jin-woong seems to have liked the Yeon Mu Bag.

Despite tensions among the shamans, they were poised to push ahead with the marriage.

“Uncle.”

“Why?”

“Could it be that Mrs. Baek… is not.”

Yang Yi-sun even shook her head as if she was thinking something silly.

“Tsk tsk! If a man pulls out a spear, you should stab it. Why are you putting it back?”

“I wonder if that’s why the white lady is pushing for a wedding to get help from the head of the household.”

It’s nice to say it’s helpful, but in reality it was a voice saying, ‘Isn’t that what you’re trying to use?’

“Of course it could be, but why not think of the other way around?”

“Against it?”

“It means that if something happens to our sheep’s head, Waryongjang won’t pretend not to know either. It’s a world where it’s hard to live alone like a single person anyway. If Waryongjang and Yanggajang join hands, they will be able to overcome quite a few storms.”

Yang Seon silently nodded.

Certainly, with the strength of the head of the Yang Family and the Waryongjang, Chilpaimun would not be envied. Even though I know that in my head, I don’t know why I feel so uncomfortable.

***

Bo Bong-hyun.

obongsan.

Two men are sitting on the first peak of Obongsan Mountain and watching the passing clouds.

It is related to the Gumilbokgeom Shenyanggak.

Shen Yang-gak, who had collapsed due to a stroke a few months ago, was now just an ordinary old man.

If Obong Sanchae was an ordinary green forest, they would have already been kicked out. However, Obong sanchae was very different from other green forest sanchae.

Besides Simyanggak, there were many people who did not go hiking. Nevertheless, the import of wild vegetables increased little by little. The thieves didn’t care about the ruined Shenyanggak, saying that the barn was being generous.

Yeonjeokha asked in a passing tone.

“How is old Sim’s body?”

After he became a disabled man, people living alive called him Old Man Shim. Oddly enough, the title fit well with Shenyanggak, so he became old man Shim before he knew it.

“It’s a bit better now.”

Not too long ago, Shenyanggak couldn’t even walk for a long time.

Even walking for a short while, I was often out of breath and collapsed.

“Are you having breakfast for luck?”

“My inhalation and exhalation are still interrupted….

“aha!”

I clicked my tongue with a ‘tsk tsk’ in the middle of the match. You can’t go into selection because of that. It was useless even if he knew the three hundred characters.

“Do you think you will be punished?”

At Yeonjeokha’s sudden words, Simyanggak was silent for a while.

In fact, the bandits at Obongsanchae did say such things from behind. Hwang Yo-myeong, a poison simulacrum in one room, swears at him without even trying.

When I opened my eyes, I only heard bad things, so now I thought it was true.

Well, if this isn’t punishment, what is it?

Obong Tengeol is becoming a master with white porcelain gugyeol, but he himself has become a failure even after memorizing 300 characters.

“…Yes, it seems so.”

“Old Sim, a six-year-old, lived in a warehouse for ten years. Did he get punished for that?”

“It can’t be. The person who imprisoned the child is bad.”

“Old Sim would have just killed him without putting him in a warehouse. yes?”

“…”

Shen Yang-gak felt strange.

He said that the person he locked up in the warehouse was bad, but he would have killed him if it were him, as the old enemy said. It was like a robber blaming a shoplifter.

“You will be punished by going to hell. I guess I was just out of luck this time.”

It was funny to say that Shim Yang-gak, who has a rivalry, is going to have a coin initiation. His lifelong murder couldn’t have been so light!