161 – what I want to show. (One)

What I want to show you. (One)

I think I’ve heard that you get drunk with the flow.

Rather than moving to where you think, move to where the sword is heading.

Some call this the realm of enlightenment.

The sword extends first before looking at it.

The bet on the sword spread beautifully along the flowing water.

It is as if you are floating on a calm lake.

ichi of nature?

Namgoongbia doesn’t know such difficult things.

I just surrendered myself.

I kept thinking it was strange.

Why didn’t Namgung’s sword connect properly?

Only with a bet can the down road unfold with a sword.

Every time I swing my sword countless times, the sense of difference grows.

Namgoongbia just swung.

I don’t have an answer, or I don’t know the answer.

But, it seemed like he knew now.

I mean, you can see the road.

Ugh.

The sword cried.

It was as if the answer was correct.

The flowing track showed me the way to go, as if telling me to come soon.

should i go there

should not go

The trouble was short-lived.

Hesitating didn’t fit Namgoongbia’s personality.

regret after leaving

As always, there was no need to be afraid of the road not taken.

The tip of the sword lightly rested on the foot of the track.

It stretches out along the road as if it had been waiting for it.

soft.

Was the sword originally this soft?

There was no blockage, and the blade of the sword cut through the air.

Dismissed! Brain energy is mixed according to the flow.

It wasn’t Namgoongbia’s intention.

As it flows along the track, it permeates naturally.

Is this a fairy tale?

It’s a strange feeling.

But not bad.

Rather, the binding was released and it was much more comfortable.

Namgoongbia saw an end to the flow.

It’s not the opponent who fights, but the end.

Someone was standing at the end of the long-distance track that flowed countless times.

‘Who is it… ?’

It didn’t look good.

From the vaguely visible clothes she was wearing, it seemed that she belonged to the Namgung family.

who is it

Is it the father, or the grandfather?

If that’s not the case… . Is it your great-grandfather?

The atmosphere was different for that to happen.

At least, it didn’t seem like he was someone Namgoongbia knew.

The more you swing your sword, the shorter the distance.

Very slowly, so slowly that you won’t notice unless you pay attention.

Still, it was clear that the distance was closing.

Maybe that’s why, feeling that this path wasn’t wrong.

‘… little bit more.’

I don’t know why, but I wanted to go there as quickly as possible.

It seemed like it should.

I thought that if I went there, no, going was my way.

I try to accelerate my steps, but the more I do, the more I feel like I’m going off the track for some reason.

Namgoongbia thought.

Oh, you shouldn’t be in a hurry.

Namgoongbia, who had come up with an idea for a moment, slowed down.

There was no hesitation either.

The shaky road becomes firm again.

Let it be.

-Well.

A voice was heard.

-That’s not bad.

Beyond Namgoongbia’s gaze, the man standing with his hands behind his back continued.

– Come slowly.

-Because if you rush it off topic, you will fall.

– So as not to fall. Relax.

– So, come to where you are.

The man’s face is still invisible.

Still, for some reason, Namgoongbia seemed to have to go there.

Relaxed, yet arrogant.

However, he is a man who fits so well that his arrogance is not strange.

-Then I will give you a present.

At the words whispered with a smile as if he liked them.

Namgoongbia opened her long-closed eyes.

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

“sister… ? sister!”

“uh… ! Sister Bia woke up!”

Green and black hair can be seen through the blurred gaze.

The next thing that caught my eye were two cute-looking girls.

“… ah.”

Namgoongbia spat out a single word.

Because I realized it was a dream.

It’s a dream so vivid

Even if it was real, there is nothing strange about it.

“How are you feeling… ?”

“… it hurts.”

It was tingling from head to toe.

“Of course it hurts… . Are your breasts okay?”

“… chest?”

Namgoongbia looked down at her chest at Dang Soyeol’s words.

It was not a pressure bandage, but it could be seen that it was wrapped in a therapeutic bandage.

“Fortunately, the sword didn’t cut too deeply, so it should be fine if I rest for a while. It won’t leave a scar.”

“… yes.”

It seems that only the chest was injured, but for some reason, the whole body ached.

It seemed like muscle pain.

‘Muscle pain… ?’

It’s something I haven’t felt since I reached a certain level.

But why do I feel this way now?

Namgoongbia tries to get herself up, but Dang Soyeol and Wiseolah hurriedly stop her.

“I am lying down.”

“You can’t get up!”

“Apocalypse… .”

“How can the injured person have no thoughts like this?”

“… Soyeol too… . The other day I just woke up… .”

“… That’s it!”

Dang So-yeol seems to have nothing to say, so he just turns around.

It was because Dang So-yeol also moved recklessly.

even if it’s not like that.

Namgoongbia wanted to move immediately.

Because I wanted to recall the sensations I had seen in my dreams and felt in the dance.

It was a feeling that should not be forgotten.

‘Ah, Bimu… .’

Thinking that far, Namgoongbia realizes one thing.

“… I lost.”

It reminded me of losing in a fight. When I remembered it, my heart sank heavily.

I said I would show it proudly, but I was defeated.

Dang So-yeol also hesitated, not having anything to say to Namgoong-Bia.

He himself lost, so what can he say?

That we fought well, that it was a valuable defeat.

It’s just a useless, empty consolation.

“sister… .”

“he is… ? where did you go… ?”

Dang So-yeol had a strange feeling at Namgoong-bia’s words.

Namgoongbia was clearly not asking ‘Where are you?’, but asking where he had gone.

I felt certain that Guyangcheon was here.

‘… Faith is scary.’

And I was envious.

Because I suddenly felt the bond we have with each other.

Above all, Guyangcheon was actually here until a little while ago.

Dang Soyeol replied to Namgoongbia.

“… I went out a while ago. Because you have to leave the non-muje.”

I thought it was really ugly that I came out a little blunt without even knowing it.

“ah.”

In response to Dang So-yeol’s answer, Namgoong-bia spat out a single word.

The reason Namgoongbia thought Guyangcheon was here was no different.

‘… There is no stench.’

It seemed to fly little by little, but hardly felt it.

The slight lingering heat also made it known that he had been by his side for a while.

‘thank god… .’

Namgoongbia could feel the warmth and be relieved at the same time.

It means that the terrible stench that I felt again on the non-stage has disappeared again now.

At the time, I didn’t know why I felt it again.

Maybe I’ll feel this again.

For a moment, a little bit of fear came over me.

‘… I have to go to him.’

I wanted to go and check it out. I hope that it will end with anxiety.

In the end, Namgoongbia tries to get herself up again.

Wi Seol-ah blocked Namgoongbia.

“Sister, I told you not to move!”

“…”

Namgoong-bia made a stubborn expression at Wi Seol-ah’s words, so Dang So-yeol added something as if he had been waiting.

“I said I should rest for a while. The wound is also a wound, but the inside of the body is in a state of disarray… .”

“That… .”

“The old Confucius told me to stop her if she tried to get up.”

“…”

As soon as she heard Dang Soyeol’s words, Namgoongbia calmly lay down again.

Even stubbornness, which was almost non-existent, seemed to disappear when the name of Guyangcheon was mixed.

For Dang So-yeol, that was a cute part and a little disliked.

“And… . She asked me to tell her when she wakes up.”

Namgoongbia opened her eyes at Dang Soyeol’s words.

“Sister, aren’t the reactions too different?”

“What do you mean?”

“You just don’t listen to me… ?”

Dang So-yeol smiled at the absurd appearance.

Anyway, this unnie also had to know that people were weird.

“Nice to see you.”

At Dang Soyeol’s words, Namgoongbia’s hair fluttered.

“Rest, now I’ll show you.”

After the words that followed, the hazy eyes became a little clearer.

“Please tell me.”

Bia Namgung, who had opened her eyes with a surprised expression for a moment, slowly closed them.

“Sister, why are you suddenly closing your eyes?”

“… Did he tell you to rest?”

“…”

Tang Xiaoyeol wiped his face.

How did that pretty and cold older sister become like that?

Of course he’s that handsome, but… . I live by eating only my face… I might be able to live.

uh, is it worth it?

I thought it was strange, but after looking at it, I thought it might be.

“But a small fever.”

“Yeah.”

“You follow me well… ?”

“Right? I think it was pretty good.”

“Yes… . It was just too much.”

Wi Seol-ah sweeps her shoulders as if she is getting goosebumps.

Was it the same?

It was a good vocal imitation in its own way.

It’s a part that follows the way of speaking rather than the voice.

His characteristic spit and emotionless tone of voice.

To be precise, it was an unlucky tone with no sass at all.

That in itself was attractive.

‘Although it seems like we’re the only ones who think that way.’

Wouldn’t this be rather fortunate?

There are still many women who are twisted. It was enough for three people to know the true nature of Guyangcheon.

‘… It looks like there are four of them.’

The reason why I thought it was four was because Paeng Ah-hee’s face passed by.

Although they broke up the engagement, there is also the fact that they were engaged.

Paeng Ah-hee itself did not view Gu Yang-chun very badly.

Of course, Yangcheon Gu and Ahee Paeng didn’t seem to be showing much rational interest in each other.

Still, I couldn’t help but worry.

The problem is that he has nothing to say because he himself is a stone.

‘Grunt… .’

There was another face passing by.

Seolbong.

For some reason, Tang Xiaoyeol cared about her.

As for Dang So-yeol, he is a person who feels guilty as the surname of the Tang clan.

‘… Probably not.’

It’s just an ominous foreboding mixed with anxiety.

There is no time or incident for Seolbong to develop a crush on Gu Yangchun, so it must be just useless worry.

Dang So-yeol decided to think so.

“Anyway, unnie is resting for the time being.”

Namgoongbia did not answer as if she had already fallen asleep.

It looked like something was in a hurry, but how can a person do this with just one word from Guyangcheon to rest… .

Even though it looks strange, there is nothing special to say.

This is because Dang So-yeol himself felt like this would happen if he were somehow in the same situation.

Just watch Namgoongbia quietly. Dang So-yeol asked Wi Seol-ah.

“Is it okay if I don’t go?”

“yes?”

“Shouldn’t you go and see the former Gongja-nim’s dance?”

It’s a party fever, even if that’s the case.

Wi Seol-ah asked if it would be right for her to go. Wi Seol-ah just smiled as if she was okay.

Seeing that, Dang Soyeol coughed lightly and turned his head.

‘… He’s hard to deal with.’

He knew that Wi Seol-ah was a servant, but Dang So-yeol had a hard time with Wi Seol-ah.

Aside from being Gu Yangchun’s exclusive attendant, it’s hard to deal with something.

Why? I don’t know why, but that’s what Dang So-yeol felt.

“it’s okay. The young master said he would come soon.”

At Wei Seol-ah’s words, Dang So-yeol tilted his head.

Did Gu Yangchen say that? Although Wi Seol-ah’s expression was hidden by her long hair, she couldn’t see it.

It was a somewhat low voice.

Trying to sneak a peek at what kind of face you are making.

“Hungry. Would you like to eat?”

Wi Seol-ah immediately shouts to Dang So-yeol with a bright expression.

“… uh, uh yeah.”

“What to eat… . Soyeol unnie, what do you like?”

“Yes? I’m fine with anything… . Ah, I have some poisonous weed left over from yesterday, but even that… .”

“Then let’s eat!”

“… Okay.”

Do you hate herbs?

why don’t you hate… . Poison is delicious.

Dang Soyeol secretly put on a slightly sullen expression.

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The non-stage of the Battle of the Four Rivers.

As if the heat from earlier hadn’t cooled down, the murmurs of the people seemed unwilling to abate.

Hey, it was only natural that people were buzzing because such a level of competition was unfolding in the late index’s dance.

From Mo Yong-hee’s point of view, it was not very pleasant.

I don’t know if this interest will help in the future.

Because Mo Yong-hee could not show a superior appearance as they expected.

‘The level was different.’

Jang Seon-yeon, the son of the leader.

The power he showed was far beyond the later index.

I don’t know why it was pushed to the middle.

It was ambiguous to say that I was watching.

‘… The woman too.’

Did you say Namgoongbia? A woman who is the sister of a thunder dragon.

Just looking at the beautiful things takes your breath away.

In terms of skill, it was the same.

sword dance.

Mo Yong-hee did not forget her sword dance.

It was so beautiful, the winner was Jang Seon-yeon, but the memorable one was Namgoong-bia.

In particular, the gestures he made at the last moment were indescribable.

Even the appearance that was messed up more than the first time, and dancing with a sword made everything disappear.

A sense of alienation as if she was standing alone among so many people.

It was a shock to Mo Yong-hee.

the problem is.

‘It’s after so many people saw it.’

After seeing the previous dance, and with the sword dancer of the Namgung family.

There were even people who called it the divinity of Jangga.

Mo Yong-hee let out a deep sigh.

‘… In the yard where the thunder dragon was also eliminated.’

Do I really need to come up here?

In the first place, Mo Yong-hee did not really want to participate in the festival.

Although banquets are unavoidable.

It is because I did not want to use my body by participating in the non-muje.

Even so, the reason why he participates in the dance and responds to such trivial games.

‘… father.’

it was because of his father.

In the yard, those who showed a superior level compared to other dragons and sticks such as Geombong, Jamryong, and Geomryong were absent.

Because it was impossible for others to come out.

The original contract must have been like that.

‘Oh yeah… .’

The name Seolbong felt very useless.

How far can I go with a fake name like this?

‘I think I’m tired.’

Or are you already tired?

Still, I couldn’t let out a murmur.

It was because he knew how much sacrifices not only his father but also the whole family were making for himself.

Mo Yong-hee just quietly drew out her sword.

The opponent was already up.

‘Nine Yangcheon.’

A boy standing still on the other side. Right before the dance started, the boy was looking somewhere.

Where are you looking?

Therefore, moving the gaze, it is the highest place of the Meng.

A place where the lord and those high in the ranks gather.

‘Why am I looking over there?’

Mo Yong-hee does not know much about the boy.

Just noticed a little bit.

It’s just that the boy is hiding his power tightly.

Is it correct to say that he is hiding it?

Maybe it’s just that there wasn’t someone to express it to.

Mo Yong-hee’s intuition said so.

Jang Seon-yeon, who began to be called Shinseong.

Bia Namgung, also known as Sword Dancer.

Whether it’s a brain dragon. Whether it’s a poison stick.

much less yourself.

He didn’t seem to be in the boy’s gaze.

Was it because it was strange?

“Where are you looking at?”

Mo Yong Huia suddenly spoke to Gu Yang Chen.

Mo Yong-hee didn’t know why he bothered to talk.

Hearing the words, Gu Yangchun’s gaze turned to Mo Yonghui.

“… just. I had a bit of a misunderstanding.”

I’ve never been mixed up a few times.

It wasn’t his usual relaxed, casual tone.

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Careless

An indifferent voice, with absolutely no emotion.

As we are still looking at each other, Gu Yangchun suddenly speaks to Mo Yonghui.

“I’m sorry.”

It was an apple.

suddenly… ?

It’s such a sudden apology.

Did Gu Yang-cheon have something to apologize to Mo Yong-hee?

Mo Yong-hee tried to recall her memories, but Gu Yang-cheon had no memory of doing anything like that to her.

Of course, Mo Yong-hee was a little annoyed at the attitude of half-ignoring herself and seeming to hate her.

I didn’t bother to say it out loud.

“Why are you suddenly apologizing?”

To Mo Yong-hee’s question, Gu Yang-cheon tries to answer something.

“Saganjeon, Shanseo-gu is Nine-Yangcheondae. Mo Yongse is Mo Yonghee.”

The referee stopped talking and came in and didn’t hear.

But right away, Mo Yong-hee knew why Gu Yang-chun had apologized.

“start.”

Hwareuk-

“…Wow.”

A single word of exclamation.

This is what Mo Yong-hee said.

In an instant, I was out of breath.

It is because the heat that cannot exist in the middle of winter engulfed the non-stage.

The winter wind stifled the heat and breathed.

The massive, rooted flames circled around endlessly.

Within a few seconds, on the empty stage.

A little sun was made.

In the midst of that, Gu Yang-chun just looks at Mo Yong-hee with a calm expression.

Seeing that, Mo Yong-hee said in a dejected voice.

“… Isn’t this a little too much?”

The level is different.

Words like that aren’t enough to express.

Suddenly the sun in a place where the stars play.

It couldn’t have been a bad move.