2. Good things don’t come alone.
Jang Ha-eun shook her head.
The amount of devotion that the head of the Seonwoo family pours into the Namgung family is difficult to measure.
However, her husband, Namgung Byeok, maintained a certain distance from the Seonwoo family even though they were from the same martial arts family.
One day, I asked him why he was acting so strangely, and his answer was amazing. He said he was doing it because he thought the Sunwoo family would bring up the subject of marriage if they got closer.
Namgung Byeok responded confidently to his wife’s comment.
“Just because he doesn’t like it doesn’t mean I can live according to his will, right?”
“Oh, yes. I understand. But I’m curious as to what led you to become sworn brothers after only seven days.”
“Heh heh heh.”
Namgung Byeok just laughed at his wife’s words.
Unable to bear it any longer, Namgungcheon joined in.
“Father, I’m also very curious. In the world, your only sworn brother is your uncle. How did you become sworn brothers?”
“Well, there’s nothing particularly mysterious or complicated about it. If we really had to pick a story, we saved each other’s lives once. In the process, we came to trust each other and were able to come together.”
“Wow! Uncle Yeon saved your father?”
Namgungcheon looked at his father with surprised eyes.
It’s hard to believe that my father, who was called the Sword King, received help from others.
Are Uncle Yeon’s martial arts skills that outstanding?
“There’s a rumor going around the world that my father and Uncle Yeon defeated Yumingyo… … I didn’t know there was such a story.”
“Don’t they say you should only believe half of the rumors?”
“Huh? Was it really like that?”
Namgungcheon looks quite surprised.
Namgung Byeok looked at his son and said.
“The Yoo Myeong Cult was not an ordinary cult as people thought. They had… …unimaginable powers. It was really just our luck that we were able to defeat them together with Uncle Yeon at that time.”
Namgung Byeok shook his head as if it was terrifying to even think about.
“Is Uncle Yeon’s True Moon Sword Technique that outstanding?”
“True Moon Sword Technique? Tsk! Where did you get that name? Uncle Yeon’s sword technique isn’t something like the True Moon Sword Technique.”
“Yes? Then? What is it?”
In front of his curious family, Namgung Byeok remembered the incident from six years ago.
The chain attacks from the five elders of the famous sect were so climactic that it was chilling to think about.
It’s been a long time since I’ve looked down on them as the scum of society. They kept facing desperate crises where I could die first if I didn’t give it my all.
Then, at the moment when he was ready to die from exhaustion, a miracle happened.
The dragon leaped in like a tiger.
Behind the path he had run, the defenders of the famous religion were lying like sheaves of rice.
I found out later that just as I had easily overlooked the famous religious sect, they had also made no preparations for the nameless Yeonmuryong.
As a result, life and death were divided between the two sides.
The chain attack that was tightly interlocked with Yeonmuryong’s activities was disrupted.
When the famous religious elders hesitated, Yeonmu-ryong took advantage of the momentum and decapitated one of the elders.
I still can’t forget that scene.
Clearly, nine strands of black energy fell from the heavens.
Eight of them were pointed in all directions, and the remaining one was stuck in the body of the famous elder. It was truly a heavenly sword attack that no one could avoid.
In that brief moment when the other four elders were surprised by his swordsmanship, he unleashed the Emperor’s swordsmanship that he had been saving until the end.
The famous church that lost five elders on the spot was in shambles.
The owner of the party, Wolha Seonja, was hit by Yeonmuryong’s sword and ran away.
Although he lost his master during the wedding, the famous church in Gangnam disappeared from the world from that day on.
After the fight with the famous sect, Yeonmu-ryong was called the True Moon Swordsman.
It contains the wishes of people who hope that the Wolhaseonja will never appear again.
On the day he burned the signboard of the famous church, I asked him what the sword he had seen the day before was.
“It’s called the Nine Heavenly Sword. It’s a sword technique that has been passed down through the Yeon family.”
Even now, when I recall that day, my heart races.
“The sword technique that Yeon Ah-woo mastered is the Nine Heavenly Sword. It can truly be said to be comparable to the skills of our Namgung Se-ga.”
“Wow! Is it that great?”
Namgungcheon’s mouth opened wide at his father’s words.
“That was the swordsmanship I saw that day.”
“But why isn’t Uncle Yeon’s death known to the world?”
Namgungcheon tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand.
At that moment, a faint smile appeared on Namgung Byeok’s face.
It was the same question that he had asked Yeonmu-ryong in front of the temple of the famous religion.
“That’s because the Goocheon Sword and the Mysterious Woman Sutra were not completely handed down.”
“Ah! Is that Uncle Yeon’s martial arts?”
“Yes, it is said that those two solar terms have been passed down to the Yeon clan since ancient times… … Unfortunately, it is said that they have been gradually lost over time.”
“Ahh! What a pity!”
A sigh escaped Namgungcheon’s mouth.
The Nine Heavenly Sword and the Hyeonnyeo Gyeong.
Just hearing the name gives me a mysterious feeling.
Jang Ha-eun, who had been quietly listening to her husband’s story, muttered.
“When I hear the name of Jeolhak, it somehow sounds like a Taoist school.”
“If that’s what you felt, then maybe.”
Namgungcheon nodded.
Jang Ha-eun is the daughter of a shamanist elder and grew up in a shamanist sect, studying Taoism from a young age. Since she is the one who said this, it is almost certain that it is true.
“Haha! I guess it’s because I’ve heard a lot of stories about the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman. The Nine Heavens Sword and the Mysterious Woman Mirror.”
“Hearing your story, it seems like there are similar things.”
Young Namgung Yeon stared intently at Jang Ha-eun’s face.
It seems that he was quite curious about who Gucheonhyeonnyeo was.
Jang Ha-eun patted her daughter’s head.
“Do you want to know who Gucheonhyeonnyeo is?”
“yes.”
“They say that Goocheonhyeonnyeo is a fairy from ancient times. When the Yellow Emperor (Hwangje, Heonwon clan) fought against Chiyou, she gave him military strategies. And after saving Song Gang, the hero of Liangshanbo, she also gave him three heavenly books.”
“Wow! The art of war and the book of heaven?”
Namgungcheon’s eyes widened.
“Yes, that’s why Taoists believe that the Nine Heavenly Women help emperors and heroes achieve great things.”
“Mother, if there is such a fairy, I would like to meet her too.”
Jang Ha-eun let out a snicker at Namgung Cheon’s words.
“Good things never come alone.”
Jang Ha-eun’s words had a strange lingering effect.
So, the Namgung family members who were riding in the carriage did not open their mouths anymore.
***
Four children stood in front of Baek Mi-ju.
Baek Mi-ju examined each child carefully. She didn’t miss a single wrinkle in their skin or clothes.
The fourteen-year-old Yeonmu Baek was impeccably prepared.
Baek Mi-ju looked at Yeon Mu-baek with meaningful eyes.
“You got it? Today, you have to do your best.”
“four.”
A look of tension was evident on Yeonmu Baek’s face.
“Don’t be so stiff. And since you’re the oldest among your peers, you should be kind to Namgung Yeon when you see him. Do you know what I mean?”
“yes!”
“No. If you act too harshly like this, girls won’t like it. Always speak kindly and gently. Do you understand?”
“Mom, don’t worry too much.”
Yeonmu Baek smiled awkwardly.
I’ve been hearing it so much for the past few days that it’s become a nuisance to my ears.
Mother told Namgung Yeon that he had to look good no matter what. That way, he could go to Namgung Se-ga and learn martial arts from his uncle.
I don’t know what being attractive to young girls has to do with learning martial arts at Namgung Sega, but since I’m told I have to, I plan to work hard.
Only after confirming Yeonmu Baek’s determined gaze did Baek Mi-ju turn her head.
Eleven-year-old Yeon Seung-baek was passable, except for a slight scratch on his face from a tree branch.
“You too must treat your uncle’s daughter well. Don’t joke around and do whatever she asks you to do. Got it?”
“yes.”
Baek Mi-ju warned her second son, saying that she didn’t know who Namgung Yeon would like.
The next person I looked at was Yeon-ju, who was now nine years old. Seol-ju was a natural born tomboy who couldn’t stand still even for a moment.
Baek Mi-ju repeatedly cautioned the speaker.
“Seolju, you must not mess up your clothes until your uncle’s family arrives.”
“huh.”
“What is ‘yes’? You’re grown up now, so you should say ‘yes’.”
“Okay, I got it.”
“Oh, there you go again. Say, ‘Okay.’”
“Yes, I got it!”
“Where did you hear that noise? Behave well when your uncle’s family comes. Okay?”
“Ah, yes~.”
Although it was still dry, Baek Mi-ju didn’t point it out anymore for fear of it having the opposite effect.
Finally, Baek Mi-ju glanced at Yeon Jeok-ha.
Just looking at that tiny face makes me clench my fist.
The child of the servant who had ruined Yeonmu-ryong’s life and thrown Waryongjang’s future into the gutter was standing with her shoulders hunched in accordance with the subject.
Seeing that timid look makes me even angrier.
Suddenly, feeling ‘sob’, Baek Mi-ju pinched Yeon-jeok-ha’s arm hard and said.
“Why are you standing there like an idiot? If someone who doesn’t know you saw you, they’d think someone was bullying you. Can’t you stand up straight?”
“Ugh!”
A short scream escaped Yeonjeokha’s mouth.
Still, Baek Mi-ju, who was still not satisfied, grabbed Yeon-jeok-ha’s small shoulders and shook her fiercely.
“What are you joking about, you’re in pain! Stand up straight with your back straight! Stand up straight!”
The head of a six-year-old child under the influence of an adult’s power was shaking madly.
In the midst of the violent shaking, I ended up biting my lips.
Baek Mi-ju, who discovered Yeon-jeok-ha’s split lip too late, hit the child on the head.
puck.
“Why are you biting your lips and making a fuss! Are you torturing yourself for the sake of your guests? How can a little kid be a good person already like that? If your mother couldn’t be a good person, shouldn’t you be a good person?”
“sorry…….”
As the stars twinkled, Yeonjeokha’s head shrank back like a giraffe.
“If a person is going to speak, he or she must speak clearly! How many times have I told you to speak clearly so that others can understand? Didn’t I? Huh? Answer me!”
Baek Mi-ju mercilessly poked Yeon-jeok-ha’s upper body with her index finger. Every time she did that, Yeon-jeok-ha’s small body swayed like a tree in a typhoon.
“i did it.”
“What are you saying? Can’t you speak properly? Are you rebelling now?”
The excited Baek Mi-ju grabbed Yeon-jeok-ha’s earlobe and lifted it up with all her might.
The head of Yeonjeokha, which had sunk deep like a giraffe, rose into the sky this time.
I lifted my head, hunched over, feeling the pain of my delicate flesh being torn apart.
“Ouch! Ouch!”
“What are you joking about, you sick person! Who hit you? Answer me! Answer me!”
Yeonjeokha’s face turned pale.
“I did it! I did it! I was wrong!”
Only when Baek Mi-ju heard the scream that seemed to choke her breath did she release the strength in her hands.
Then Yeonjeokha’s head fell back down between his shoulders like a giraffe.
Baek Mi-ju brushed away the stray hairs stuck to her fingers.
After that, he spoke calmly while smoothing Yeonjeokha’s crumpled clothes here and there.
“If you’re a human being, don’t cause trouble. If you do something wrong, people will curse at your father. Do you understand?”
“yes…….”
Wuxia,
