Episode 52. The punishment is to go to hell.
Chaeju Poongyeoncho asked with a bewildered expression.
“What do you mean it’s hard to recover? Are you saying I won’t be able to get up like this?”
Ha Seon-woo waved his hand.
“Oh my! You misunderstood what I said. You will get up. I was talking about martial arts. You should refrain from making any violent movements in the future.”
“Knife sharpening too?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, damn it. It’ll be fun to wake up and see him. He’s already a grumpy old man.”
Contrary to what he said, Poongyeoncho’s expression looked bitter.
This is because Sim Yang-gak knew that learning martial arts from Yeon Jeok-ha was wrong.
In a sense, Sim Yang-gak was an old priest.
Although I have never had a proper conversation with him until now.
“Excuse me, what are you going to do now? Are you going to take me with you alive, or are you going to stay here… … ?”
Poongyeoncho answered Ha Seonwoo’s question.
“This old man won’t listen even if he stays here. I’ll take him away alive.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll make you some good medicine for your wounds. Please contact me when you’ve finished taking it.”
“Let’s do that.”
Poongyeoncho stood up from her seat, holding Simyanggak in her arms.
Sim Yang-gak’s body was surprisingly light, so he didn’t feel tired.
“Wow! Even my father has never treated me like this. He’s made me do something that wasn’t in my destiny.”
I laughed heartily at Poongyeoncho’s joke.
“I have to go to Sanchae. Is that okay?”
“No problem. I feel light because all the poison has gone out. Want to see?”
Along with the horse, Poongyeoncho rocked Simyanggak’s body back and forth like a baby.
Ha Seon-woo, who saw that, quickly tried to stop him.
“Well, that’s really not good. If possible, move it without shaking… … .”
“Don’t worry. Do you think this old man is just a normal person? I told you, this is nothing.”
“Well, let me tell you again, you are now in a worse position than most people.”
“Oh, is that it?”
Only then did the wind chime become quiet.
If you have any intention of bothering Simyanggak, then why not? There is no reason to do something bad to your body.
***
spring.
The speech of the eastern part of Luoyang.
Waryongjang.
Since early morning, two people have been arguing in the inner quarters. The main characters are Baek Mi-ju, the mistress of Waryongjang, and her son Yeon Mu-baek.
“Mother, what does it mean to send a bodyguard to Baekse Sang Bang? Do you know what that means?”
“I am the one who has led Waryongjang until now. Do you think I don’t know that?”
“Why would Baekse Sangbang’s Lee Se-chang request an escort? Isn’t it because he might clash with other Sangbangs? The other Sangbangs also have Luoyang’s military officers with them. There might be a big or small fight between Waryongjang and Luoyang’s military officers.”
“You can’t become a martial artist without shedding blood. Your father didn’t have the courage to do that, but I’m different.”
“This is not a matter of courage. It’s been a year since we received outside disciples. They don’t even realize that they are from Waryongjang. Are you going to send them into battle?”
“A sense of unity can become stronger while bleeding. You may not know it, but your maternal family, Baek Ga-jang, also went through such times. There is no battle where everything is perfectly prepared. Time will solve the shortcomings.”
“mother!”
Yeonmu Baek screamed in frustration.
“Don’t raise your voice. And it’s just an escort. You just need to protect the ark and the captain. There’s no need to act like a fight is about to break out.”
“What are you talking about? One day, I will draw my sword for the Ark and the Grand Master. I also want Waryongjang to become a martial arts master, but not like this.”
“Leave the running of Waryongjang to me and you just focus on your work.”
“Isn’t that my job? Raising a man who will fight for his mother?”
Baek Mi-ju frowned.
“Why do you look at everything with such a twisted eye? Is this for my own good? I am a Baek, but I work hard day and night for the Yeon family. Of course, you would say no.”
“… … .”
Yeonmu Baek clenched his teeth and calmed his seething insides.
Conversations with my mother always go like this.
Baek Mi-ju’s voice was heard in Yeonmu Baek’s ear as he groaned inside.
“Oh, and the Yang family members will be visiting in a few days.”
Yeonmu Baek looked at Baek Miju with a puzzled look.
The Yang family is a prestigious military family in Jeongju, but there has been no exchange with them until now.
“Why do you say they came to the headquarters?”
“Why, to discuss your marriage with the daughter of the Yang family. Aren’t you too old for marriage?”
“If you do that all of a sudden… … .”
“Do you know how old you are? You’re already twenty-six. If you keep teaching your students, you’ll soon be thirty. If you’re the head of the Yang family in Jeongju, you’ll be more than enough of a match.”
Since Baek Mi-ju’s words were correct, Yeonmu Baek no longer objected.
“I hope there are no other intentions behind my marriage.”
“Miss Yang is such a beauty that she is called the Beauty of Jeongju. She will definitely please you.”
Yeonmu Baek shook his head as if he had lost.
Hearing an answer that was unrelated to his own answer, it seemed that this marriage was also part of his mother’s bigger picture. However, it was true that he was full of marriageable energy, so he couldn’t refuse.
Three days later.
Guests from both families visited Waryongjang.
After Baek Mi-ju guided the guests into the main building, she called her two sons over.
“Introduce yourself. This is Yang Jin-woong, the head of the Yang family, and Yang I-seon, the head of the So family.”
Yeonmu Baek and Yeonseung Baek bowed in turn.
“This is Yeonmu Baek.”
“My name is Yeonseungbaek.”
Unlike the first son, Yeonmu Baek, who was somewhat nervous, the second son, Yeonseung Baek, had a smile on his face. This was because he knew the purpose of the visit from the two heads of the family.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Yang Jin-woong.”
“This is Yang Yi-seon.”
Yang Jin-woong, in his late fifties, and Yang Yi-seon, in her thirties, secretly studied Yeon Mu-baek’s face.
There were many words to describe the Dragon Swordsman Yeonmu Baek.
A man who returned after studying at Namgung Se-ga for ten years.
A swordsman who reached the level of a swordsman at the age of twenty-six.
The swordsmanship master of the Waryongjang warriors.
A young master who raised an unknown warrior from a dragon to one of the best martial artists in Luoyang.
As rumored, both of his temples were bulging, and his eyes sparkled with clear and transparent light. His face was also Honam-type, so it didn’t seem unpleasant.
After their first meeting, Yang Jin-woong and Yang Yi-seon exchanged meaningful glances. Judging from their gentle expressions, it seemed that Yeonmu Baek had taken a liking to them.
After a while, the five people sat around the table and talked about light topics.
As the story progressed, the guests’ smiles grew wider.
Yeonmu Baek, who studied at Namgung Se Ga, was far more talented than other young men his age. From the perspective of a noble family, there was no better match than this.
Byeokryeokchang Yang Jin-woong and Okgi-rin Yang Yi-seon left Waryongjang late in the afternoon.
When they got quite far away from Waryongjang, Yang Jin-woong asked.
“Lee Seon-ah, what do you think?”
“Are you the Waryong Swordsman?”
“Then would I have asked about the second son?”
“Haha, I like him. But there was something about Waryongjang. Is that okay?”
Recently, the name of Waryongjang has been mentioned frequently among the martial arts community. The main argument is that ‘he is expanding his power too aggressively.’
“I met him today and it seems like the noise will die down when he becomes the governor.”
“The key will be when Madam Baek steps back.”
“If I get married, that time will come sooner. I won’t act like the mistress even after seeing my daughter-in-law.”
“I wonder if Ewha is the only one suffering for nothing.”
The age difference between Sogaju Yang Yi-seon and her younger sister Yang Yi-hwa is a whopping ten years.
Yang Yi-seon looked after Yang Yi-hwa more like a parent than an older brother. That’s why he hoped that there would be no problems with his younger brother’s marriage.
“Still, it is clear that the Waryong Swordsman is a man worth taking risks with.”
It seems that Yang Jin-woong really likes Yeonmu Baek.
Despite the tension between the two families, they were determined to push through with the marriage.
“Uncle.”
“Why are you doing that?”
“Is Mrs. Baek… … . No.”
Yang Yi-seon shook her head as if she was thinking of something pointless.
“Tsk tsk! If a man takes out a spear, you should stab him with it. Why are you putting it back in?”
“That’s because I wonder if Mrs. Baek is pushing for the marriage in order to get help from our two families.”
It sounds like it’s helpful, but in reality it was like, ‘Aren’t you going to use it?’
“Of course that could be the case, but why don’t you think of the opposite case?”
“Are you against it?”
“What I mean is that if something happens to our Yang family, Waryongjang won’t ignore it. In any case, it’s a world where it’s hard to live alone like a lone general. If Waryongjang and Yangjang join hands, they’ll be able to overcome any storm.”
Yang Yi-seon nodded silently.
Certainly, the power of Yanggajang and Waryongjang would not be the envy of Chilpaimon. I know that in my head, but I don’t know why I feel so uneasy.
***
Bobonghyun.
Mt. Obong.
Two men are sitting on the highest peak of Mt. Obong and watching the clouds passing by.
It is a match made in heaven with the sword of the same name, the sword of the same name.
Sim Yang-gak, who had collapsed from a stroke a few months ago, was now just an ordinary old man.
If O Bong Sanchae was an ordinary green forest mountain herb, it would have been kicked out already. However, O Bong Sanchae was very different from other green forest mountain herb.
In addition to Simyanggak, there were many people who did not go hiking. Nevertheless, the income from wild vegetables increased little by little. The thieves did not pay attention to Simyanggak, who had become a wreck, because he was popular in the granary.
Yeonjeokha asked as he passed by.
“Old Man Shim, how are you feeling?”
After he became a wreck, the people of Sanchae started calling him Old Man Sim. Strangely enough, that name fit well with Sim Yang-gak, and before long, it became fixed as Old Man Sim.
“It’s a little better now.”
Until recently, Simyanggak couldn’t even walk for a long time.
Even if I only walked a little bit, I would often collapse because I was out of breath.
“Is breakfast okay?”
“I still can’t even think about breathing in and out because it’s so choppy… ….”
“aha!”
He clicked his tongue in his mind, saying, ‘Tsk, tsk.’ He couldn’t enter the meditation like that. Even if he knew the three hundred characters, it was useless right now.
“Do you think you’re being punished?”
Sim Yang-gak was silent for a while at Yeon-jeok-ha’s sudden words.
In fact, the bandits of O Bong San Chae were saying such things behind the scenes. Hwang Yeo Myeong, the poisonous man in the same room, would swear at me without warning.
When I opened my eyes, all I heard was bad things, so now I thought it was true.
Well, if this isn’t a punishment, then what is?
Oh Bong-sip-geol became a master through Baekja Gu-gyeol, but he became a useless person even after memorizing 300 characters.
“… … Yes, I think so.”
“Old Man Shim, a six-year-old child was locked in a warehouse for ten years. Was that his punishment?”
“No way. The person who locked that child up is a bad person.”
“If it were Old Man Shim, he wouldn’t have bothered to lock him up in the warehouse, he would have just killed him. Right?”
“… … .”
Sim Yang-gak felt strange.
He called the person who locked him in the warehouse bad, but as Yeon-jeok-ha said, he would have killed him if it were him. It was like a robber criticizing a thief.
“You’ll get your punishment in hell. Just think of it as bad luck this time.”
It was funny that the lover, Sim Yang-gak, said that he should punish Juhwa-ipma. His crime, which was a lifelong murder, could not have been so light!
Wuxia,
