Episode 129. Now the upper room
People sat in a circle around the campfire.
Since he was homeless, this time even his coachman, who usually acts separately, joined him.
Knock knock. Knock knock.
The conversation we had been having for a while was soon interrupted by the sound of dry wood burning.
Jin Seol-ha, who had been waiting for the right time, spoke.
“Yeon So-hyeop, traveling around the world is harder than you think, right?”
“Yes, sir. Are you okay, Miss Jin?”
“Ugh! My back hurts so bad I could die from sitting all day.”
Jinseolha moaned like a child.
“Should we try to increase our break time a little starting tomorrow? No one is going to say anything anyway.”
“Really? I wish I could do that. I think it’s good to go out and collect wood because it uses your body. Yeon So-hyeop, you should also move around a bit whenever you take a break.”
“If that’s the case, then I’m also helping the coachman and using my body.”
While talking, I looked at the expression on the director’s face.
It was only in my mind that I did that, but in reality I just hung around him.
“Oh, I see. Take it easy. You don’t have to do that.”
The director, who was warming his hands, glanced at her.
I felt a bit wronged hearing such things after doing all the work by myself.
“Ouch! It’s cold.”
The director rubbed his hands together in an exaggerated manner.
That was the most emotional expression he, the groom, could muster.
Yeonjeok scratched his head for no reason and Simtong pretended not to hear.
After a while, Seol Cha-su came with the dry goods that had been loaded onto the carriage.
People who had nothing else to do grabbed the dried fish one by one and chewed on it.
The winter dry season was so hard it was tooth-aching, but no one complained.
The director, who had been mumbling for a while, suddenly got up and took an iron pot out of the carriage.
“Hehe, I was thinking of boiling some water.”
As people stared, the director smiled wryly and made an excuse.
Everyone nodded with a face that said they hoped it would be the same.
Namgungcheon of Cheongung Sword pointed to one side.
“There is a stream a little way down there.”
“Yes, yes.”
The director walked diligently in the direction that Namgungcheon pointed while carrying the pot.
Meanwhile, Seolchasu and Yugeunsik were working around the campfire so they could hang the cauldron.
The director came back after about 15 minutes.
He placed a pot of water over the campfire and put in an appropriate amount of rice.
As the steam rose and the sound of porridge boiling was heard, people’s expressions softened.
The director was not satisfied with rice porridge, so he brought in various things from the carriage.
The more I thought about it, the more mysterious the smell became.
It’s when everyone’s eyes are fixed on the pot.
The sound of urgent footsteps was heard from afar.
Everyone has a puzzled look on their face, but Gucheonnodo Simtong has an indifferent expression.
Yeonjeokha grumbled lightly when he saw that sight.
“Old Man Shim, do you see the pot now? Even after hearing that sound?”
“Hehehe. If they were famous religious figures, they would have moved secretly. There must be city thugs running around, so why are you so concerned?”
“Is that so… … .”
With an embarrassed look on his face, he kicked the branches with his foot and put them into the campfire.
Sparks flew up into the sky.
Namgungcheon nodded with a look of admiration at Simtong’s words.
“Senior Sim is right. Experts don’t make such a loud noise. I don’t know who they are, but they’re running towards the light.”
Then two men came running out of the darkness, panting.
But the two of them looked miserable, as if they had been fighting with someone.
A man in his thirties, his upper body covered in blood, looked around at Yeonjeokha and his group with a wary expression on his face.
He asked with a slightly relieved expression only after seeing the cauldron and the carriage.
“Haa, haa! Can I take a break and then go?”
Seol Cha-su turned his head toward Sim-tong without realizing it.
Simtong didn’t say a word.
Seol Cha-su, who had learned from past experiences that it was not a rejection, answered on behalf of the group.
“Okay, then. But what do you two do?”
A man in his thirties stepped forward, seemingly a superior.
“We are the people of Bokseongsangbang in Chuseong. I am Geonwon, the head of Tongcheondae. My companion is my subordinate, Jo Jeong.”
“It’s an adjustment.”
A man in his late twenties appeared.
After a brief introduction, Geonwon asked cautiously.
“Can you tell me the great names of the swordsmen?”
Seolchasu looked at Geonwon with a puzzled expression.
Seeing that they are all called chivalrous men, it seems they thought they were all warriors of the Jeongpa faction.
Seol Cha-su had no choice but to point to his group and say:
“I am Seol Cha-su of the Jeongju Cheondomun. Over there is Yu Geun-sik of the Geumgeommun, and Jin Seol-ha of the Changinmun.”
He just omitted the others.
Because I can’t mention their names without permission.
Geonwon and Jojeong did not ask any further questions, as the introduction of the three people was sufficient.
At that time, the director scooped up some rice porridge and offered it respectfully to Yeonjeokha.
Next came Sim Tong, Namgung Cheon, and Namgung Yeon.
Thinking of the hard work of the movers, Seolchasu and his party personally scooped up their porridge.
The director approached the two people who looked pitiful and spoke quietly.
“My ladies, there is a lot left, so feel free to eat if you want.”
“Oh, yes. I will eat it gratefully.”
Geonwon and Jojeong came to the temple without hesitation, perhaps because the tension had eased a little.
While waiting for the porridge to cool, Seolchasu asked.
“By the way, did you encounter any thieves while you were on your way up? Were there any thieves around here?”
“Oh, no. That’s not it… … .”
Geonwon couldn’t answer right away and was silent.
Then, Simtong, who was far away, glared at Geonwon with a menacing look.
‘omg!’
Only then did Geonwon realize that this was a position where he had to answer honestly and unconditionally.
“Actually, we have been fighting with Manri Sangbang in Jeonyeong for a month over a commercial district issue.”
“Huh! You’ve been fighting for a month?”
Seol Cha-su had difficulty understanding Geon-won’s words.
Why did the two of them, who are not even part of the martial arts world, fight for so long?
It was even more so because it was a commercial district issue rather than a silver coin issue.
“Yes. In the past, there were no major fights between the two sides thanks to the mediation of the Justice Alliance.”
“ah!”
Seol Cha-su, a member of the Justice Alliance, nodded with a bitter face.
Now that I think about it, that might be possible.
“In fact, all of this is because of the Baekse Sangbang in Luoyang. They provoked many merchants, but no one intervened. That’s when the other merchants realized that each person should survive for himself.”
“Then are other places fighting too?”
“There is no famous merchant who has not drawn his sword. Most of them have their foot in the famous religion or the Justice Alliance, so mediation is now impossible.”
“Huh! Then it’s not like a real fight between martial arts factions?”
The court, which had been quietly eating its fill, intervened.
“It’s even worse. There’s virtually no martial arts faction that isn’t involved in this fight. Even the disciples of the Seven-Pay Clan are being mobilized.”
“Wow! I didn’t know that. It was quiet when we were in Jeongju.”
Then Yoo Geun-sik said something.
“That’s because Seol didn’t pay attention. There were a lot of fights between the upper and lower houses of Jeongju.”
“really?”
“That’s what I said.”
“No, if it’s upstairs, do business. Why are you fighting?”
“That’s because they were trying to make a lot of money by quickly swallowing it up. I guess Cheondomun didn’t have a superior to help them? Our Geumgeommun had a huge headache over that issue.”
“Oh. We’re not big enough to work with the boss. We don’t have many disciples either.”
Jin Seol-ha let out a gasp at his self-deprecating words.
“Oh! So that’s why you didn’t know. You guys are no joke right now. I told you to get out of the way of the Jeongsa Daejeon.”
“Is that all?”
Yeonjeok-ha muttered as he watched Seolcha-su and his group chattering away.
“I hope everyone is doing well.”
By now, most of the brothers who came down from the mountain will have settled down.
Unless you establish your own sect, the jobs for the unmanned are obvious.
None of them are unrelated to the upper part.
His heart was heavy because he had just witnessed the lives of Poongyeoncho and Takgomyeong.
Simtong said while eating a piece of meat.
“Slurp. Thud, thud. Nothing will happen. If anything happens, I will repay you tenfold, a hundredfold.”
“Tsk! Just know that what Old Man Shim said is of no help to me at all.”
Yeonjeokha clicked his tongue.
I hope you are doing well, but revenge?
What’s the use of revenge after something has happened!
“Oh, will you do it yourself, Your Majesty? It’s a hassle, but that’s okay too.”
“Oh! That’s not what I meant. I just hope that no one has to take revenge on you. Do you understand?”
“Tsseuup, tsseuup. Don’t think of them as children left out on the water. Even if you are worried, they will all go their separate ways anyway.”
“Oh, that’s dirty. Stop making a fuss about something stuck in between these two. It’s making the listener lose their appetite.”
“Tsutup. Did I do that?”
“Really! This old man! Are you doing this on purpose right now?”
“Oh my! Absolutely not. If you did that on purpose, I would be struck by lightning and die.”
“If you do that one more time, I will drop a lightning bolt on Old Man Shim’s head.”
The plan was to drop a lightning sword energy on top of Yeonjeok’s really pitiful head.
The prickly pain made no sound.
Before Geonwon and Jojeong could even finish their meal, more uninvited guests showed up.
A dozen warriors emerged from the darkness with loud footsteps.
They were warriors from all over the world.
Geonwon and Jojeong stood up from their seats with shocked expressions on their faces.
The warrior Gyeongcheom of Manri Sangbang, who had been leading his men in pursuit, shouted.
“Geonwon! You were hiding here! You’re just a flea if you jump. Now give up and surrender!”
However, Geonwon and Jojeong quietly blended into Seolchasu’s group.
For a moment, Kyung-Cheon frowned.
It was difficult to do anything because I didn’t know what kind of relationship the seven men and women had with Bokseongsangbang.
Kyung-cheom, who was sweeping away the seven men and women, spoke to Seol-cha-su, who was at the front.
“I am the Great Lord of the Small Heavenly House of the Jeonyeong Manri Shangbang. We are in conflict with the Bokseong Shangbang. Are you related to them?”
“Not at all. We were just taking a break here.”
At those words, Gyeongcheom’s face brightened slightly.
“Oh, I see. Could you help us capture them?”
Seol Cha-su looked back and forth between Gyeong-cheom and Yeon-jeok-ha with an ambiguous expression. It had been three years since he had been a member of the Justice League, but this was the first time something like this had happened.
“What kind of cooperation do you want?”
“As you can see, they are hiding behind you.”
Jin Seol-ha cut him off coldly.
“So you’re asking us to hand these two people over to you now?”
“… … .”
Kyung-cheom hesitated at the woman’s cold words.
Honestly, I was going to say something similar, but the atmosphere made it seem wrong.
Well, it was an unreasonable request from the beginning.
Because no one among the political parties would do that in this situation.
Simtong, who had been embarrassed after hearing something from Yeonjeokha, regained his spirit and sneered, “Huh!”
“You see all sorts of things in life. Those who shamelessly try to exploit others, and those who talk nonsense without even knowing who they are.”
At his one word, the expressions on the faces of Geonwon, Jojeong, and even Gyeongcheom and his party hardened.
Wuxia,
