Episode 186. No, you have to know.
The martial arts world was plunged into the calm before the typhoon.
There was no one who did not know that a war between the famous religion and the Justice Alliance was imminent.
When the Justice League held the Autumn Martial Arts Competition in Nanjing, Yu Myung-gyo held a celebration ceremony in Zhengzhou. They each gathered the best martial artists from Nanjing and Zhengzhou.
People’s minds change like the palm of one’s hand.
Until yesterday, people who were boasting about their connections to famous religions have disappeared.
Then, strange phenomena occurred across the continent.
While the famous religion and the righteous alliance were at odds, the Jeongsaji faction and the Safa faction expanded their territory.
The Cheonhwabang in Gaebong was one of those breakwaters.
Seong Il-Wol, the Jade Sword of Cheonhwabang, reached out to Hwasangchon, which still had no owner.
release.
Cheonhwabang.
Around lunchtime.
Four women are sitting around drinking tea in the large pavilion of the inner quarters.
The three short stories are that of Bang Joo Seong-i-wol and his disciples.
Seong Il-il, a beautiful woman in her fifties, smiled and encouraged the young singers.
“You have suffered a lot because of my greed. I am always grateful to you.”
Baekhwageom Joo Hwa-young, the leader of Moran Dan, responded with a smile.
“What are you talking about? Rather, we should be thanking you, Master Bang. If it weren’t for you, we would still be selling laughter at Giru.”
The other two short-term shareholders nodded at her words.
It is a widely known fact that the owners of Cheonhwabang were originally gisaeng.
The original owner of the room, Seong Iwol, was also a gisaeng.
Then, by luck, he caught the eye of a hermit in the martial arts world and learned martial arts from him.
Later, she gathered young gisaengs and created Cheonhwabang.
Of course, now there are many male disciples from Haomen, so the name ‘Cheonhwa’ has become meaningless.
The reports from the short stories continued in a friendly atmosphere.
When it was Joo Hwa-young’s turn, everyone turned their attention to her.
“I met the owner of the inn in Hwasangchon yesterday. He refused our offer, making excuses for this and that. So that night, I took action. I bought up all the goods in the grocery stores in the village, and signed a contract with Hapma Cheonggo to prevent them from selling their goods to anyone else. The inn will be closed soon.”
“Are you thinking of taking over the inn?”
Joo Hwa-young shook her head at Seong Il-il’s question.
“I didn’t plan on doing that. Since there aren’t many people floating around, I didn’t think it was necessary to take over. I just wanted to scare them and raise the supply price of ingredients and the protection fee. I find that behavior annoying.”
“What about him?”
“How is it that an old man from a remote village is more greedy than the shop owners in the city? At first, he said that there were not many customers, but later he started saying things like it was difficult for him to make decisions alone since there were two owners.”
Su-ga-yeon, the leader of the Rose Group, asked cautiously.
“Sir, is there another breakwater behind that old man?”
“That’s not it. There’s still no breakwater that has advanced into Hwasangchon. There aren’t any martial artists in the village either.”
“Wow. Then you really are an old man with a swollen liver. What made you react like that?”
“That’s what I’m saying. That’s why I’m going to give him a beating now. Let’s call it a death sentence. That way, it’ll be easier to control the other store owners in Hwasangchon.”
“Don’t look at me until I’ve cleaned everything up.”
Then, Dongbaekdan’s Go Eun also said something.
“That’s right. Our Cheonhwabang is so generous compared to other sects, and you’re refusing it!”
It’s time for the short stories to pour out their words one by one.
Someone came across the yard and approached the pavilion.
He was a male disciple guarding the entrance to Cheonhwabang.
“Your Majesty, a child from Hwasangchon wants to meet you. He said he was sent from the inn. What should we do?”
Then the three short stories burst into laughter.
“What? You’re surrendering in one day?”
“Oh my, that’s too much. I thought it would last at least three days.”
“You were a bit like that yesterday. Anyway, if you say something nice, there are a lot of people who don’t understand.”
As the voices of the short stories died down, Seong Il-wol nodded.
“Bring him.”
“yes.”
After a while, the male disciple came, carrying a boy who looked to be about twelve years old.
The boy, Sangdo, stepped forward hesitantly.
Joo Hwa-young, who recognized the merchant at once, asked with a deliberately cold face.
“You are a boy who works at an inn. Why have you come to see the owner?”
“Ah, yes, that’s right, that’s right, our innkeeper, Prince Yeon, asked us to bring you here.”
“Who is the prince who has come to invite the lord of the room?”
“I am a person who was scammed by scammers.”
“What are you talking about?”
Joo Hwa-young frowned at Jeom So-yi’s words.
I feel like the story is going in a different direction than I expected.
Sangdo gave a brief summary of what had happened.
“… … After that, Old Man Shim went to catch the swindlers, and only Prince Yeon remained in the inn.”
“So you’re saying that the person who acted as the owner for about a month asked you to bring the owner of the room?”
“yes.”
Joo Hwa-young looked at Seong Il-il with a puzzled expression.
I thought Namchogyeol was talking nonsense, but it seems it was true.
“Why is a person who is not even the owner looking for the owner of the ark?”
“I don’t know about that either.”
Sangdo couldn’t bring himself to tell Yeonjeokha what she had said and just kept quiet.
None of the three short-term shareholders opened their mouths.
It seems that Old Man Shim is a martial artist, so everyone is being careful.
Seong Il-il, who had been listening quietly, spoke to Sang-do.
“Okay, then go.”
“yes.”
After a while, the male disciple returned with the monk.
An eerie silence fell over the hall.
After a long time, Seong Il said.
“It didn’t even take one meal to come to Gaebong and take Haengsu. What an incredible feat of lightness. Has anyone heard of the name Sim Noin?”
Joo Hwa-young, Su-ga-yeon, and Go Eun shook their heads.
It is natural that Kangho’s insight is lacking compared to Ark.
Joo Hwa-young, who had been hesitating, stepped forward.
“My lord, shall I go first and meet the man named Yeon Gongja?”
“No. If he pointed me out, I must be worthy of it, so I should respond.”
At Seong Il-wol’s words, Joo Hwa-young kept her mouth shut.
However, considering the inaction of the old man, it was right for Bangju to step forward himself.
***
A guest at a tea house.
“So tell me where the bouncing!”
A mess.
“evil!”
The sound of furniture breaking and women screaming echoed throughout the hall.
The firefighter of Sambobang, Nok Dam-pyeong, was running around like a madman and overturning tables.
Boom. Boom. Thud.
The workers gathered in a corner and watched his brutality with bated breath.
The faces of the people are like that because this has been going on for over a month now.
Nokdam-pyeong, who had been causing a ruckus, glared at the tea house owner.
“I’m telling you straight up, don’t think I’m going to let this slide. You can’t do business until you tell me where that bitch is. I’m going to make it happen. Got it?”
“Fire lord, please forgive us. We don’t know where Nam Soo-kyung went either. She seems to have run away in the middle of the night. How could we know?”
“No, you guys know. You have to know. Find out. You have to raid that girl’s neighborhood to find out where she ran off to. If you don’t, you’ll have to close up shop.”
“… … .”
Nokdampyeong glared at his surroundings with murderous eyes and then kicked open the tea house door and went out.
Only then did the tea ceremony workers raise the table and clear away the broken tea utensils.
A worker offered some comforting words to the tea house owner who was standing there blankly.
“But this time, it took seven days. It will become less frequent and eventually stop.”
“I’ll get sick and die before then.”
The owner of the tea house was resentful of Nam Su-gyeong, who left Nokdam-pyeong behind and disappeared.
***
Hwasangchon.
Around 3pm – 5pm.
Ten male and female martial artists entered the village.
The Cheonhwabang’s Bangju Seongiyul, three Danjus, and six great disciples.
They crossed the village and headed towards the Yellow River.
After a while, when the guesthouse appeared, Son Gye-young, who had been giving directions, took a step back.
Seong Il-il muttered to himself as he looked at the guest room.
“Small.”
It is so large that it is barely noticeable compared to the size of the guest house at Gaepoong.
So, it seems that Joo Hwa-young did not take over and only wanted to receive protection money.
My mouth felt bitter.
Even larger deals like this were settled by short-term investors, but I don’t know what’s going on.
Seong Il-il, who was clicking his tongue inwardly, soon opened the door to the inn and went in.
“welcome.”
The customary greetings have become rigid.
The Ark of the Heavenly Flower was truly surprising as it brought people here.
Seong Il-il spoke to Sang-do, who was watching him closely.
“I came to see Prince Yeon. Where is he now?”
“Confucius is now on Suicide Rock.”
“Suicide Rock?”
Seong Il-il frowned slightly at the blatantly ominous name.
And among the many names, there is Suicide Rock.
“I will go and get him right away.”
Seong Il-il called out to Sang-do, who was about to run away with his horse.
“Little one. Take me to him.”
“Yes? Oh, yes.”
The road leading out of the forest pointed ahead.
“There you are, Confucius!”
When Sangdo tried to run to Yeonjeokha, Seong Il stopped him.
“That’s enough. You can go back to your guest room.”
“yes.”
Sangdo, who was already feeling burdened, ran away from the place.
As soon as the dots disappeared, Seong Il-wol led his disciples and slowly approached the rock.
Seong Il and the three short swordsmen who arrived at the bottom of the rock jumped up.
Even though he had the Heavenly Swords behind him, he didn’t look back.
Joo Hwa-young frowned at his attitude.
“Hey. Are you the person named Yeon Gongja?”
Yeonjeokha turned her head for a moment and put her index finger on her lips as if telling her to be quiet.
“Shh!”
And then he turned his gaze back to the Yellow River.
Seong Il-il and the three other short-term leaders also looked at where his gaze was directed.
The yellow water was flowing powerfully.
Seong Yiwu, who was looking back and forth between Hwang Ha and the man named Yeon Gongja, tilted his head.
‘Are you just crazy?’
No, what are you going to do by looking at the muddy water flowing a dozen chapters below?
There couldn’t be anything more important than welcoming the Ark of the Heavenly Flower!
Joo Hwa-young, who could not stand to see his antics, shouted.
“Are your ears blocked? I asked you if you were Prince Yeon!”
At that moment, the sword fell out of its scabbard next to Yeonjeokha with a ‘clank’ sound.
The sword that came out of its scabbard flew straight across the surface of the Yellow River like a shot arrow.
It seemed as if it would stop immediately, but then fell vertically like an eagle.
Joo Hwa-young stared blankly at the Yellow River, not knowing what had happened.
But the owner of the room, Seong Il-il, was different.
Her eyes were fixed on the young man’s right hand.
To be exact, it is the right hand’s sword extended forward.
‘That’s not right… … .’
As if answering, he pointed his sword towards the sky.
Choaaaah!
A sword flew vertically through the muddy water.
Surprisingly, there was a large fish pierced through the sword.
As the fish flapped, water droplets sprayed in all directions and sparkled in the sunlight.
‘Huh! You caught a fish with a sword?’
Seong Il-Wol’s mouth dropped open in shock at the truly unbelievable sight.
As Yeonjeokha turned his wrist, the sword returned.
Shhh.
It flew straight towards the black phoenix.
“evil!”
Feeling scared, Joo Hwa-young collapsed with a shuddering scream.
After circling over Black Joo Hwa-young’s head, it landed with a thud next to Yeon Jeok-ha.
Flutter. Flutter.
The fish pierced by the sword flopped intermittently.
Every time he did that, the sword handle struck the rock, making a dull sound.
Wuxia,
