Episode 123. Is getting older a title?
Baekjeolgeom Lee Shin-woong, who got up from his seat with a shout, paused for a moment.
The restaurant customers’ reactions were quite lukewarm.
The three men and women in the front seats glanced at each other, then smiled and continued their conversation.
The man and woman sitting next to him didn’t even look at each other.
Is it like the feeling of shouting alone in a deaf world?
The old man and the young man who were involved added.
They didn’t even glance at it as if it was none of their business.
There are a few customers far away, but since the restaurant has a calm atmosphere, they just eat.
For a moment, Lee Shin-woong felt like a fool.
I think I reacted too sensitively to the term ‘human butcher’.
In a corner of my mind, the thought crossed my mind, ‘Maybe they were really discussing Bushido.’
But I couldn’t just sit back down in this situation. That would just make me look like an idiot.
Lee Shin-woong walked briskly towards the seats of the old man and the young man.
“I heard that you’ve been disparaging the swordsman by calling him a human barbarian… … .”
At that moment, Yeonjeokha cut him off.
“I hear you’ve been saying this for a while now. It has nothing to do with the old man. Why are you so excited? Are you a great swordsman? A master?”
“What, what?”
Lee Shin-woong was embarrassed by the young man’s straightforward words.
In Shandong, there is no one who does not know the Baekjeolgeom. But this guy was talking as if he was neither a great swordsman nor a master.
Although his heart was burning, Lee Shin-woong couldn’t even open his mouth. Who in the world goes around saying that they are great swordsmen and masters?
Lee Shin-woong, who thought that it would be a loss to talk to a young person, changed his partner to an old man.
“Look here. Who are you to call a swordsman a human butcher? Judging from the sword you’re wielding, you must be a martial artist. Let’s hear that fancy nickname.”
Gucheonnodo Simtong muttered with a sullen face.
“What a rude old man. Shouldn’t you first reveal who you are?”
At that moment, Lee Shin-woong’s eyes became sharp.
But the old man’s comment wasn’t exactly wrong, so he gritted his teeth and answered.
“The old man is Lee Shin-ung, the Baekjeolgeom of the Baekgeommun. What is your honorable name?”
“You don’t have to know.”
“Heh! How dare you tease me!”
An angry Lee Shin-woong burst into tears.
A loud noise shook the restaurant.
Some of the guests in the corner seats were shaking their buttocks with surprised faces. Judging by their anxious faces, they seemed to be contemplating whether or not they should leave the seats.
As the atmosphere became tense, Baekhwageom Somujin quickly got up from his seat and approached Lee Shinwoong.
“Priest, please bear with me for a moment.”
So Mu-jin lightly pressed Lee Shin-woong’s shoulder to calm his excitement, then turned back to the old man.
“Old man, old man is Baekhwageom Somujin of Baekgeommun. If you don’t intend to fight, then there is no need to provoke your opponent like this, right?”
“Huh! It was the old man who provoked you, not me. You should be lucky that you got away with picking a fight with Confucius and me. How dare you, Baekjeonggeom.”
In fact, Simtong had heard of the nickname Baekjeolgeom long ago. Baekjeolgeom was a high-ranking master, and his name was known even in Hanam Province.
‘Baekjeolgeom’ is a nickname given by the Jeongpa people, meaning ‘he killed that many Sapa masters’. For that reason, he was called ‘Baekjeonggeom’ among the Sapa people.
When they heard the word Baekjeonggeom, So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong’s faces hardened.
In particular, Somujin looked at the swords of the old man and the young man again.
Only the Sapha people call the Baekjeolgeom the Baekjeonggeom. As Lee Shin-woong guessed, it could have had something to do with the bandits of Guseonsan.
It was when Somujin reached out to the sword handle.
Seol Cha-su, who could not stand to watch, quickly got up from his seat and bowed to So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong.
“Hello, seniors. I am Seol Cha-su from the Jeongju branch of the Justice League.”
Somujin stopped moving and looked at Seolchasu with a puzzled look.
I don’t understand why the Justice League suddenly pops up here.
“Two of my party members also belong to the Jeongju branch of the Justice League.”
“Oh, is that so? It’s nice to meet you. Our Baekgeommun is also a member of the Justice Alliance. So, what brings you here?”
“We are on a mission with those two. So, why don’t we just pretend this never happened?”
“How do I know you guys are the ones who actually do that?”
Lee Shin-woong, who was standing next to him, intervened.
“There’s no way the Justice Alliance would plot something with the Safains. Who are you to pretend to be the Justice Alliance!”
“Impersonation? Are you really doing this under the orders of the leader… …”
However, Lee Shin-woong did not listen to Seol Cha-su’s words.
“Huh! They say it’s a miracle, and now even the leader is talking about it. There’s no way the leader would work with the Sapha people! Even if there was such a thing, there’s no way he’d put kids like you in the lead. What kind of people are you guys?”
Seol Cha-su just blinked at Lee Shin-woong’s continued questioning.
At first, they said there was no way Jeong Ui-maeng would work with Sa-pa, but now they don’t believe it because of his young age.
Yeonjeokha, who had been staring blankly at it, spoke to Simtong.
“It’s a mess. It’s a mess. What good is being old? They don’t believe in being young. Old man Sim, don’t live like that. Got it?”
“Hehehe, yes. It’s just that those who lack ability tend to show off their age.”
Somujin finally lost her mind due to the sarcastic conversation between the two people.
“What! You incompetents! You really want to die!”
As soon as he revealed his hostility, his disciple Joo Yun-seong and Lee Sin-ung’s disciple Won Ja-cheong came running.
At that moment, Namgungcheon, the Cheongung Sword, slowly got up from his seat.
“So Daehyeop, Lee Daehyeop, please hold on tight.”
When another person intervened, Somujin quickly calmed down.
If you look closely, we are outnumbered, so it seems like we need to distinguish between the enemy and our allies first.
“Who are you again?”
So Mu-jin felt a little wary of the other person since he looked to be in his thirties. Furthermore, the prayer he was giving off was unusual, so he was naturally cautious.
“My name is Namgungcheon, the Cheongung Sword.”
At the mention of Namgungcheon, the Cheongung Sword, So Mujin and Lee Shinwoong’s faces brightened slightly.
Because Namgung Se-ga is a prominent family in the Jeongpa clan, they thought he would help them if necessary.
However, So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong’s expressions slightly distorted at the following words.
“The Seol So-hyeop group is indeed the Justice Alliance. And it is also true that the three of them are carrying out the work that the leader specifically instructed. I can guarantee that. In fact, we are also part of the same group.”
So Mu-jin looked at Namgung-cheon carefully.
Looking at the bright light in his eyes and the unusual aura, he knew that he was not beneath him.
‘Not good. Not good.’
I quickly counted with my eyes and there were two Saphas and five Jeongpas, a total of seven.
My heart was seething, but I tried to calm myself down.
The enemy of Baekgeommun is not them, but the bandits of Guseonsan.
If I got hurt here for no reason, I might not be able to do what I needed to do.
“Haha. Since Namgung Sega guarantees it, I will believe it. I hope it turns out well.”
Somujin turned around after giving some words of encouragement.
Even Lee Shin-woong, who had been grumbling, seemed to have figured out the situation and stopped biting.
It was time for the four of them to return to their seats.
Yeonjeokha said something as if to tell him to listen.
“No, when someone says it, you don’t believe it. How can you believe that Namgung Se is a person? There’s no standard. It’s completely up to you.”
“Hehe, Your Majesty. Please do so. If you don’t have any strength, you will naturally become more perceptive.”
Somujin clenched his fists but did not turn around.
Instead, he grabbed the arm of the grumbling Lee Shin-woong and dragged him back to his seat.
Anyway, if I just avoided this place, these were people I would never see again.
I thought so.
***
Coming soon. Coming soon.
Four people are riding horses over the canal.
This is Somujin and his group going to help Hahyeopjeomchon.
Lee Shin-woong, who was slightly behind, spurred on his pace and approached So Mu-jin, who was in the lead.
In response, Somujin slowed down his running speed a little.
“Executioner, the carriage is still following us. I don’t know their identity or intentions.”
So Mu-jin’s expression darkened as she glanced behind her.
From Jayojin’s guest house, a carriage with four horses following them had been following them.
“It’s just that we’re going in the same direction.”
Somujin hoped so.
Because if they have anything to do with the bandits of Guseonsan, it won’t be good.
“If not that, what are you thinking of doing?”
“well…….”
Somujin shrugged her shoulders.
As of now, no clear solution has come to mind to respond appropriately.
“Huh! Death penalty! Smoke! Smoke is rising out of nowhere! There must be trouble in the village!”
At Lee Shin-woong’s words, So Mu-jin turned her gaze forward.
Just a moment ago, nothing had happened, but now black smoke was rising.
“It looks like the bandits are plundering the village again. Let’s hurry!”
So Mu-jin’s face, running ahead, was distorted.
Because I think the condition is more serious than what I heard from Moonju.
I thought lightly when they told me, ‘There are thieves running around Ha-hyeop-jeom-chon, so go and clean it up.’
But looking at the black smoke, I somehow felt uneasy.
This is because, in general, common thieves do not commit arson so blatantly.
Lee Shin-woong, who was following the executioner, looked back with worried eyes.
I felt uneasy about running into a group of bandits with unidentified martial artists on my back.
‘I hope nothing bad happens.’
***
Hahyeopjeomchon.
In front of the bloodshed tomb of the deceased husband, Gok Il-gi, who was standing proudly in the center of the village, Jang Ye-ga, the village chief, was dragged.
“Oh my! Please save me!”
Jang Ye answered with a big smile.
“Old man, who said you were going to kill me? Just answer the boss’s questions.”
“Yes, yes. Just speak.”
The village chief bowed his head before a man in his fifties holding a huge axe in his hand.
“Someone among the men said a while ago that he saw a round, flat stone object here. Do you have it, with eight bell-shaped carvings on it?”
The village chief tilted his head with a puzzled expression.
Then Gokilgi nodded.
At that moment, Jang Ye dragged one of the villagers and beheaded him in front of the village chief.
“Ugh! Why, why are you doing this?”
The gokilgi asked again.
“If the answer I want doesn’t come out of your mouth right away, I will kill you one by one. I will ask you again. Is there a round object with eight bell-shaped carvings on each side?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about… … ”
The village chief looked up at the thief with a frustrated expression.
I wanted to give you whatever you wanted. But I had to know what you wanted before I could give it to you.
“Chief! Please save me! Please! Aaah!”
Meanwhile, another person’s head was cut off.
Gokilgi glared at the village chief with murderous eyes.
“You’re a very tight-lipped guy. I guess we’ll have to up the ante and play two-on-two from now on.”
A dozen or so bandits dragged out two women who appeared to be a mother and daughter.
The woman was trembling as she hugged her young daughter.
The diary said.
“Answer me. Where is the object with eight bell-shaped carvings on each side?”
“I really am… … . Huh!”
The village chief’s eyes lit up as he spoke.
I remembered seeing something similar at the Tojishinmyo (temple of the god of the earth) on the outskirts of town.
Wuxia,
