141 – Falling Sword Jangcheon. (3)

Falling Sword Jangcheon. (3)

It was a truly stormy encounter.

In addition, it is a meeting that leaves a feeling of discomfort, like swallowing a fruit full of thorns.

[Your grandfather seems to always hand me bombs.]

“… Grandfather.”

I trembled slightly at Shinnoya’s words.

Why do you keep trying to tie me and Elder Lee by blood?

There’s not even that much resemblance.

Of course, blood was mixed.

[How much more, to be entangled in demons again. Your life is also inconsistent.]

‘What a scary word that is. It didn’t work this time.’

That’s exactly what it’s about to be hooked up to.

At first, I had a lot of questions.

If Pazon was really trying to give me a letter of recommendation, why is the content like that?

If Pazon gave me only my name in the letter of recommendation I had written down.

Do you really need to do that?

It’s such a misleading phrase.

No matter how you look at it, it was natural to write a new one.

Of course, considering Pazon’s personality, this would have been the case, but… .

‘Did Pazon have disciples in the first place?’

The word disciple written in the text, because of that, I tried to recall the memory.

At least not in my memory.

The only one who had a disciple among the triad was Geomson.

It is safe to say that Namgung Jin or Namgung Cheonjun is a disciple.

No one said exactly that he was a disciple.

The same goes for Pazon.

If so, did he try to f*ck Elder Lee?

‘… There are plenty of possibilities.’

Considering the usual behavior of this old man, I thought it could be enough.

However, did Elder Lee really not know the contents of the letter of recommendation?

In particular, the last sentence caught my heart for some reason.

-Gwimul was well written. I’m going to send it through my disciple, so I hope you don’t say too much.

to deliver treasures.

It’s a familiar word, as if you’ve experienced it anywhere.

When I left for Hwasan, I remembered the image of Elder Lee, who had passed on the ghost to me instead.

And one thought that comes to mind as if connected with it.

“Oh no way.”

I hurriedly turn my arms around because of a bad premonition.

He pulled out the anterior pouch hidden deep inside.

Elder Lee gave him pocket money before leaving for Hanam.

The tingling sensation and sound were still there.

Occasionally, when I bought snacks for Wi Seol-ah, I opened it once, and it was really pocket money.

[Why is that?]

I wonder what Shinnoya is doing, but I ask.

I silently turned the sack over.

Clink-!

The silver coins inside fell and made an unpleasant sound.

I only roll my eyes in the gap. Soon after all the silver coins were poured out, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

[Son.]

“… Yes.”

[No way, did you think there would be a ghost in it?]

“You don’t know.”

Since there was something that happened to me, I just wanted to make sure.

I hoped, but luckily it didn’t.

That’s right, even if it’s Elder Lee, this is a bit like that.

Although the nobles of the volcano can do so by conceding with their eyes closed.

[What can you do? How can you do that! I heard you drank and made a bet!]

“Why is Noya angry… Oh, I can do it.”

I often forgot that Shin Noya was a great scholar in Hwasan.

anyway.

‘I was too sensitive for this.’

No matter how much Elder Lee had done to him, it couldn’t make sense that Elder Lee handed it over to me with the demon of Maeng that Pae-Jon was holding… .

Jjallang-

It stopped as it was with the hand that was reaching out to pick up the silver coin.

It was because he felt an unfamiliar sensation in the pouch he was holding in his other hand.

Wanting to see if there were any silver coins left, I opened the pouch and looked inside.

“… yes?”

[Five… .]

Fighting.

I grabbed something with my fingertips, so I tore it with force.

The one that came up with the silbab buried on the outside.

“… hahahaha, what the f*ck.”

It was a ring that was full of rust no matter how much time had passed.

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“The old Confucius is late. It will start in a little while.”

Dang Soyeol took a sip of tea calmly and listened.

Seeing that, Wi Seol-ah, who was standing behind her, trembled.

Because Hongwa told me how many poisonous weeds were in that tea.

“Maybe it will take a long time to prepare.”

Mo Yong-hee put her hand on her chin and looked around.

I could feel the eyes glancing at me from all directions.

The Banquet of the Yongbong Branch feels like this, as always.

The thick, lustful gaze still feels dirty and harsh.

Nonetheless, since all of those gazes have a use value, Mo Yonghee-ah only smiles calmly.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and changed his expression delicately.

With the most attractive face you can build.

As Mo Yong-hee smiled, the faces of the others who were quietly watching were half-dissolved.

“Still great.”

When Dang Soyeol saw it, he was genuinely amazed.

“It’s something you can do as much as you like.”

I added a few empty words, but it wasn’t wrong.

Because Dang So-yeol is also good at making use of his unique cute and kind charm.

I don’t think there’s any way that Dang So-yeol doesn’t know that.

“… It was meaningless because it didn’t work for the person I was supposed to get through.”

At Dang So-yeol’s words, Mo Yong-hee seemed to know who he meant.

I couldn’t have known

I’ve seen Dang So-yeol push himself so openly.

“… The taste is still unique.”

What is it about that frightening-looking boy that Dang So-yeol chases after?

‘He was a peculiar person.’

It was the first time he had ever seen such a careless person.

The boy from the old family built a huge wall in front of him without even saying a word.

He had a feeling that he was not going to come over to himself.

‘Is it because there is a woman like that next to me?’

Mo Yong-hee moved her gaze to the other side.

To the woman who is handling most of the attention now.

‘Namgoongbia… I said.’

A woman who is a blood relative of the Namgung family and the sister of Noe-Ryong.

It was the first person I saw as Mo Yong-hee.

Even though I had been interacting with the Namgung family a lot, I hadn’t heard of him except that he had a sister.

‘It’s beautiful.’

Just as Noi-Ryong’s handsome appearance doesn’t go anywhere, so does his sister.

I have no complaints about the loss of attention.

Because it looks so beautiful.

Jealousy is also there, but there was no room for such trivial thoughts.

Mo Yong-hee spoke to Namgoong-bia cautiously.

“I can’t even see Namgung Sojeo’s younger brother.”

At Mo Yong-hee’s words, Namgoong-bia moves her dazed eyes.

“… I will be back soon.”

“Yeah?”

How to say, Mo Yong-hee looked much more tired than before.

‘Are you coming soon?’

Since they are siblings, I wondered if they had contacted each other separately.

‘It’s not easy after all.’

Mo Yong-hee sighed involuntarily.

Lately, I’ve been trying to get closer to Namgoongbia, but she was someone I didn’t know at all.

There is almost no change in expression, and except for training, I spend all my time with my fiancé, or with the attendant behind me and Dang So-yeol. It was a monotonous life, like sleeping.

‘It’s a shame even with that face.’

It may look busy, but it is a leisurely life if you think about it.

It was a very enviable thing for Mo Yong-hee.

‘I don’t have time.’

There was not enough time to work hard to raise the level as a martial artist, or to express emotions and love someone.

‘Where is the thunder dragon?’

So, it was necessary to get the cooperation of the Thunder Dragon as quickly as possible.

Even the help of Namgung family.

Namgoongbia looked at Mo Yonghee in silence.

Then, I quietly ask Wi Seol-ah in the back.

“… Legs don’t hurt… ?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to sit… ?”

It seemed that Wisul-ah, who was standing behind the empty seat, was bothered.

“Sister, I said it before, but that’s not okay.”

Dang Soyeol sighed at Namgoongbia’s words and said.

“But… .”

“I know how you feel, but in the present situation, making the servant sit down is not a good story for Gongja Gu.”

If it was the usual Goo Yangchun, it didn’t matter if he was a servant or an escort, let alone Wi Seol Ah, he didn’t care if he sat or ate with him.

It wasn’t like that in the current position.

“… yes.”

Namgoongbia also brings up Yangcheon’s story, and she accepts it as if it can’t be helped.

In any case, whenever the topic of Guyangcheon comes up, it seems like they nod at whatever it is about.

‘How can people change like that?’

In just a few months, Namgoongbia has become much brighter and more talkative.

When I remembered that it was only because of Guyangcheon, I felt fortunate and bitter.

Dang So-yeol looked at the entrance of the banquet hall and pursed his lips.

“Really, when are you coming… .”

Gu Yangchun was a little worried that he would be a little late.

It seemed too late.

“Fortunately, the Lord of the Lords is also late… .”

It seems that there is a slight delay in the schedule.

Thanks to this, Gu Yang-chun started the banquet and seemed to have avoided the misfortune that came in.

“It’s strange that the Lord is also late.”

When Mo Yonghuia suddenly spoke, Dang Xiaoyeol nodded in response.

Always at the beginning of the banquet, the leader would come out and talk.

The Lord was never late for this.

Rather, it appeared a little sooner.

As it is a place where the blood relatives of the Sega and Munpa, which form a political faction, are gathered, the leader is also late and there is nothing good.

“Do you have a job… .”

“Maybe he will be back soon.”

Dang So-yeol frowned slightly at the interrupted voice.

It was because it was someone else’s approach, not a person in the seat.

Dang So-yeol cut off his words with slightly sharp eyes and turned his gaze to the culprit.

At the end of his gaze, a boy was smiling shyly.

He was a handsome scion with a good appearance and a smile with slightly lowered eyebrows.

“sorry. I didn’t mean to intervene… . It was something I knew.”

“Before we talk, I want you to introduce yourself.”

Despite Dang So-yeol’s somewhat tick-tick tone, the boy’s smile did not disappear.

The boy takes a slight bow to Dang So-yeol’s words and introduces himself in a polite tone.

“I apologize for acting somewhat out of manners. I am.”

At the boy’s words, it seemed that wind was blowing from somewhere.

“My name is Jang Seon-yeon.”

A very cold wind.