139 – Falling Sword Jangcheon. (One)

Falling Sword Jangcheon.

It has been seven weeks since we arrived in Hanam.

Snow was falling from the sky today.

As if to prove the season, the snow piled up on the floor was enough to make the world white.

Podeudeuk.

Every time you step on the snow, you hear a cute sound.

“wow! wow!”

Wi Seol-ah, tightly wrapped in a fur coat, has a bright expression, perhaps because the accumulated snow is magical.

Hey, it doesn’t snow or rain very often in Shanxi, perhaps because of the influence of the land.

“Whoa… .”

The weather seems to be particularly cold today, so my cold ears hurt a little.

“young master! Where are we going now?”

Hopping like a rabbit, Weiseol-ah runs up and asks me.

I ran my hand through Wiseo-ah’s black hair.

‘I must have grown a bit taller.’

Just as I have grown a lot this year, Wi Seol-ah did the same.

If there is a slight difference, it seems that the original eye level was similar.

It’s just that I’m a little higher.

I said while slightly twisting Wieseolah’s hair.

“The Murim Meng.”

“What are you doing over there?”

“there is. A place where there are black kids pretending to be white.”

“I know that! The baduk player in front of the house looks like that.”

Go… ?

When he tilted his head at what he wanted, Hongwa, who was next to him, subtly explained.

“I’m guessing you’re referring to the cat that occasionally visits the house.”

“Is there a cat in our quarters?”

Hongwa is startled by my question.

What was it that you shouldn’t have said?

After a moment of hesitation, Hongwa seemed to have made up her mind.

“… sorry. I’ll deal with the cat as soon as I get back… .”

“What are you talking about… ! I just asked, I asked.”

How to deal with a cat… .

“Etch!”

The sound of sneezing that I heard while laughing at the absurd words.

When I turned around, Namgoongbia was wiping her nose.

You seem to be wearing warm clothes, but is it cold?

The fur clothes Namgoongbia is wearing were given to her by Dang Xiaoyeol for reference.

“it’s cold?”

“… little.”

“Then make a bet.”

Since the martial arts that I have learned are martial arts, I don’t feel particularly cold.

Namgoongbia will not be like that either.

Usually, at times like this, I make bets on my body to make it a little better.

“… I’m bored… .”

“What are you bothering about…? ?”

It didn’t look like Namgoongbia.

God, that bothers me.

I looked at Namgoongbia’s hand, which was red from the cold, and then I held out my hand.

Namgoongbia hesitates for something, then cautiously reaches out.

“What is a Simbo who wants to die from the cold but doesn’t even wear gloves?”

“lazy… .”

“It’s just.”

Talking to him only brings up vases.

Suddenly, I grabbed Namgoongbia’s hand and blew some heat into it.

The gripped hand is like an ice field.

If it’s going to be this cold, at least wrap your hands in sleeves or put them in your clothes.

make people care

After spending a little bet, Namgoongbia’s hands quickly warmed up.

However, it seems that his face is slightly red.

“Is your face cold this time?”

I let go of the hand I was holding and reached for the cheek, but Namgoongbia flinched and stepped back.

“… That… stop.”

Namgoongbia tries to cover it up with her clothes to see if she knows that she too is blushing.

I couldn’t cover it properly, so I covered my face with my hair.

“… what are you doing?”

His hair was so long that it was covered, but it gave him a very funny look.

It was an act I didn’t even know existed.

Wi Seol-ah took responsibility for the hand that was unable to reach Namgoongbia’s cheek.

“wow! Bocchan, your hands are warm!”

He rubs my cheeks as if something warm feels good.

Every time I felt the touch of Wi Seol-ah’s cheek, I felt a sense of regret.

Sensing the subtle difference in texture, I said to Wi Seol-ah.

“You lost weight again.”

“Yes… ?”

“Do you really want to get scolded?”

“why… Why are you mad?”

“I’m scolded because it’s scolded!”

Why?

I’m sure he even told Hongwa to bring more rice.

As if answering a question, Hongwa urgently tells me.

“I am feeding them three to four meals a day.”

“A late night snack.”

“Even if I didn’t take care of it, they ate it on their own.”

Listening to what you say, I think it’s right to eat well.

but why not bite

It was very questionable.

Not only talking about it, but also seeing it in person.

‘Then how much did you eat when you wanted to steam it up?’

If I think back to just a few months ago, I wonder if I ate that much.

The thought of it made me a little scared.

The fact that Wi Seol-ah has been spending more time alone lately seemed to be hiding something.

‘Hiding it from me.’

Even if you have something to hide, you’re at an age where you’d do that.

I couldn’t help but feel anxious about it.

While he was fiddling with Wi Seol-ah’s cheeks like that.

There was a sneakily approaching popularity.

“Well?”

Wanting something, I looked and saw Dang So-yeol approaching with a shy expression on his face.

“Dang soo-jeo?”

“Old Confucius… .”

Then, he gently holds out his hand.

weird?

I think I saw Dang Soyeol wearing gloves earlier.

With fur gloves that look very expensive.

But where did those gloves go, and Dang So-yeol’s hands were now bare.

“I also have cold hands… .”

Before Dang So-yeol can say anything, Namgung-bia snatches Dang So-yeol’s hand.

“… My hand is still warm.”

My warmth remains, so I gently rub Dang So-yeol’s hands with my warm hands.

His hands seemed to be warming up, but Dang So-yeol’s expression became sullen.

[It’s a piece of shit… . Shouldn’t it be called a cat version?]

In the midst of Shinnoya’s lamentation mixed with sighs, it seemed that there was another person who thought the same way as him.

“… Somehow, even after a few days, they are still very harmonious.”

It was Mo Yong-hee, who had not been seen well for several days.

After Namgung Cheonjun briefly reflected on his face and disappeared, Mo Yonghee was also barely seen after that.

Around the time we left Bacheon Maru, Mo Yong-hee reappeared and joined us.

It was also on the way to the Moorim Meng, and Dang So-yeol did not express any dissatisfaction because he seemed to want to go with him without realizing it.

Unlike the time at the guesthouse, Mo Yong-hee’s face was still the same after she threw off the cotton thread.

A cat-like face that exudes a strange atmosphere.

Is it because of her unique eyes that she has a bewitching atmosphere even when she is standing still?

Perhaps the bright sky blue eyes also play a part in giving that feeling.

Maybe it was because he was staring at me for a moment, but Mo Yong-hee and I met our eyes.

Mo Yong-hee meets my eyes and smiles slightly.

‘what?’

It was an enchanting smile that ordinary men would fall in love with at once.

‘What’s wrong?’

From my point of view, it was embarrassing.

It wasn’t a very good reason to make such a face.

Mo Yong-hee is a person who knows very well that she is beautiful.

She was a woman who knew very well that she was a face that worked well with men, and knew how to use it.

And usually when you make a face like that, it’s time to take the bottom line to bewitch the opponent.

I feel like I’m going to lose a good feeling that I didn’t have as I knew all of those intentions.

‘Maybe it’s because of the kids next to me, I got used to it a bit.’

If you keep looking at only Wi Seol-ah and Namgung-bia, the opposite sex around you will look like clay.

I just slightly nodded my head at Mo Yong-hee’s smile and looked away again.

[Son.]

‘Yes.’

[…] I mean. It seems that something is cold these days.]

‘Yes… ?’

Even ghosts get cold, so is there a problem with showing a particularly weak appearance in winter, just like last time?

[Why are all these women attracted to you? I feel that it’s strangely cold. Is it time to die?]

‘damn… . Didn’t you think something was wrong?’

I was just worried

Why is a nobleman who has been dead for hundreds of years suddenly saying such pitiful things?

[You guys know!? Do you know how I feel when I couldn’t even date properly because I was supporting the munpa!?]

‘Why do you take out your anger on me?’

It seems to be getting weirder and weirder, but where are we really supposed to find a true female ghost?

‘… But where can I find it?’

Should I go to a shaman?

No, I was worried that he might go out there and say that he had to exterminate Shinnoya.

[What are you talking about, why are you trying to exterminate me?]

‘Looking from the front and the back, Noya’s personality is closer to the goblin… .’

[Follow me, I will definitely take you before I go to the fairy world.]

When Shinnoya is about to scream, as if he can’t stand it, Muyeon steps in my direction and says,

“young master.”

“Well?”

“Im here.”

Before Muyeon could speak, my eyes were already looking at the huge building in front of me.

The wall enclosing it is of course much larger in size than that of Tang Mun, which he visited in Sacheon, as well as Gu Family.

And the big buildings that stand firm in it.

This place is called the heart and center of the sect.

Murim Alliance.

For me, it was a place I had seen for the first time in several years, including the return match.

******************

It wasn’t that difficult to enter the Murimmaeng. I even stayed at Bacheonmaru in the first place.

Because the means to prove it are overflowing.

Now I was in the waiting room to attend the Yongbong Branch.

‘It’s a gold grade room.’

Recalling that Bacheon Maru’s room was silver grade, it was necessary to think about why the handling suddenly changed.

‘What do you think…it must be because of Fazon.’

A letter of recommendation from Pazon that was handed over along with the invitation when entering Bacheonmaru.

Maybe that’s why it went over the top.

The preferential treatment of three zones of recommendation has already begun to stand out.

This wasn’t a pleasant talk.

What can I do? It’s already happened.

“The banquet is scheduled to begin in about one meal. If you need a change of clothes… .”

“it’s okay. I brought it separately.”

“All right.”

The Yongbong Branch is also to show how much the later exponents have grown in that year and to let many people know how much talent they have.

The essence of what Murimmaeng pursues inwardly is the management of personal connections.

To be honest, it’s embarrassing to come here only to have a fight, but when I go there, I talk to people with good bloodlines and cut my face.

It was meant to refine the relationship in the future.

If you don’t have that, there’s no point in sending blood relatives away from the High House.

[…] It’s rotten. It’s rotten. I didn’t do this at the time.]

The results of training and quenching of the body. If you want to show your beliefs as a martial artist.

‘Somewhere else is better than here.’

Shinryonggwan, a swordsman training institution created by the Moorim League.

And the Shinryongje that proceeds separately.

If you ask me, it would be better there.

This is a new dragon, that is a new dragon, let alone a new dragon.

Something really Murim-maeng felt like shenryong.

‘It’s a divine dragon… .’

Why does it suddenly remind me of the giant snake I encountered in Vigo in the past?

The monster that most resembles a dragon in my opinion.

The golden eyes the snake looked at me were clearly in my memory.

‘It’s so out of the blue.’

It was something that just came to my mind out of nowhere.

Is it because you’re nervous?

‘Nervous in the children’s play area.’

It will be more physical tension than mental tension.

I decided to think so.

“Bocchan, the clothes… .”

“Oh right. Let me ask you a favor.”

Hongwa cautiously approaches and helps her get dressed.

The hassle of having to change clothes.

Of course, the first day of the Yongbong Branch Meeting is a banquet.

I guess it means that we should first meet up, chat a little, and have some exchanges.

Thanks to that, I also had to wear clothes that seemed to be semi-forced.

Even my father, who didn’t seem to care about that at all, gave me something like this to wear, so it seems like it should be considered important.

I changed my clothes and said to Hongwa.

“Could you remove some of the decorations?”

“Oh, don’t worry. young master. I didn’t get any decorations because I thought that would be the case.”

“…”

That’s a bit sad as it is.

Normally, at times like this, my son-in-law wanted something shiny and expensive, but now he doesn’t want it! Isn’t that what you should be surprised by saying?

‘Adaptation is so fast… .’

I wondered if it was because I had some time with not only Wi Seol-ah but also Hong-wa.

“Maybe it’s too simple?”

“Is this simple?”

The red fabric and gold embroidery were used to add personality to the clothes, although they looked simple compared to the clothes others would wear.

“This will cost a lot more than your salary from head to toe.”

Absolutely no ordinary clothes.

At my words, Hongwa’s eyes widened to the size of a lantern.

It’s because the building is small compared to other houses in Kuga, and it seems like it doesn’t exist after I returned.

All the clothes worn, including the wood from which Guga’s buildings are made, are all special products.

“You mean you don’t save money on those places again.”

I didn’t know what my father was thinking.

Finally, I’m looking for a string to tie my hair with.

Wi Seol-ah approaches with a string as if she had been waiting for it.

“young master!”

“yes?”

“Can’t we tie it up?”

“What, my hair?”

“yes!”

At Wi Seol-ah’s words, Hong-wa hurriedly tried to scold her, so I raised my hand to block it.

“I guess.”

“Wow!”

what is this difficult

After my permission is given, Wiseol-ah turns around and touches my hair.

It’s a bit clumsy looking workmanship, but there shouldn’t be a problem.

If it’s too strange, Hongwa will fix it.

‘Did Wi Seol-ah have dexterity with his hands?’

It’s probably not in my memory.

In my previous life, I had seen him messing around because he couldn’t tie a single knot properly.

Sure enough, the harder he tinkered with it, the more desperate Hongwa’s expression in front of him became.

“… Sit, stand.”

“Yes?”

“I am… Sister will do it.”

“why?”

I’m curious too.

“Why is that?”

“No. Bocchan, nothing happened… .”

I wonder if you can believe it if you say it with an expression facing a disaster like that.

“There is nothing wrong with your head, Bocchan.”

“If that is a lie. Are you doing the same with my hair now?”

“… There are very few problems.”

In the end, Wi Seol-ah steps down with a regretful expression, and Hong-wa hurriedly begins to deal with it.

smart.

I felt a presence outside the door of the waiting room.

-Gong Confucius, are you there?

“Sleep, hold on.”

Hearing the sound of searching for me, Hong-Wa’s hand becomes urgent.

It seemed that something was not going well.

– Now to see Gongja… . what! My lord, wait a minute… .

drooling.

I didn’t even give permission yet, but the door opened all of a sudden.

I understand that there is still time until the banquet. What?

“Sorry for coming so suddenly… .”

When I saw the man who opened the door and came in, I hesitated, and the man also looked at me and hesitated.

A middle-aged middle-aged man with a good-looking appearance. The word “Maeng” was engraved on the uniform he was wearing.

And the man was also a person I knew.

“The lord… ?”

The leader of the Murim, the fallen sword Jangcheon.

A man who is the current leader of the Murim League and is receiving attention and respect from members of various factions.

Why did such a person come to me now?

“That… .”

Zhang Chen, who was about to say something to me, secretly covers his mouth.

‘I think that uncle is smiling?’

I hope you’re not smiling at my head… ?