90 times. That’s because I’m in a shit field.
The Iron Blood Room’s Ark is the evil Taoist Left-Way Ship.
After he took the ark seat from the powerful Shinto priest, he indiscriminately devoured the small arks.
They held a knife to the chin or persuaded an insider to sign a false contract. Anyone could see that it was robbery, but no one raised an objection.
That’s because he is one of the ten most powerful soldiers of the famous religion.
Jo Yang-seon, whose power had been growing rapidly, finally reached out to Jeongpa.
The first target was Chang Hae-mu-gwan, a man in Luoyang known for his lack of spirit.
Things went smoothly.
Then, for the first time, a report came in that ‘outsiders had intervened in the Changhaemu Office.’
But what is this?
The excited Jo Yang-seon asked the outsider questions about his appearance and then retreated.
He talked about saving the ark’s reputation, but no one took it at face value.
That is why the main character, Bu Bang-ju, led his men at the last minute.
The main character stared straight ahead with strange eyes.
An old man with a worn face stepped out in front of the carriage, and his face looked familiar.
‘Huh! A sword with a buckle?’
I only saw him briefly a dozen years ago, but he was definitely Sim Yang-gak.
But why is Sim Yang-gak, who is a Sapa expert, hanging out with the Jeongpa thugs?
Although he knew who his opponent was, the main character didn’t think much of it.
Sim Yang-gak and I, in terms of skill, are at odds with each other.
There are over twenty Iron Blood Swordsmen there, so it is a fight that cannot be lost.
Even though the opponent was close to Zuo Yangseon, in Sapa, friendship has no meaning unless you are sworn brothers.
‘In a situation where even sworn brothers can be stabbed with a knife, friendship is useless.’
Still, since he is a friend of the Ark, I plan to give him a chance at least once.
The main character slightly twisted his head to relieve the tension.
With the sound of ‘thud, thud’, I feel my stiff neck loosening up a little.
He walked out with a satisfied look on his face.
“Hey! Who is this? I didn’t expect to see Brother Shim here. Has it been ten years?”
Simtong asked again, his expression sharp.
“Who are you, pretending to know the old man?”
“Me? I’m the main character. I’m also the main character of the powerful god. Why are you like this when we’ve known each other for a long time?”
“This is my first time meeting you.”
At that moment, the main character let out a sneer.
“Huh! Gumilbokgeom Simyanggak. If you don’t have dementia already, why don’t you stop talking nonsense? I’ll live for the sake of my relationship with the Lord of the Left. Instead, leave those idiots behind and get out.”
“Tsk tsk! I think there’s a misunderstanding. Old man says that even the old man in the nine heavens is very angry. And if you want to live up to your name, you better not talk nonsense.”
Life energy radiated from Simtong’s eyes.
The main character trembled involuntarily at the opponent’s incredible momentum.
But soon, I was startled for a moment and screamed in embarrassment.
“If it’s your wish to die, I’ll grant it. What are you doing! Without killing me!”
At that moment, Death Sword Lee Cheol-won, who happened to be near the main character, was the first to rush forward with his subordinates.
Papapapat.
Immediately afterwards, the six Iron Blood Fangs and Simtong clashed head-on.
The leaves of the heart moved dazzlingly.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
In three slashes, the inside of the elbows of three people were cut off.
“Ahh!”
“Ahhhh!”
“evil!”
Three people fled the battlefield with a piercing scream.
Lee Cheol-won and his two subordinates, who had lost their will to fight for a moment, slowly began to back away.
“Don’t back down!”
The main character encouraged his subordinates and drew his long sword.
Lee Cheol-won, who had been watching the situation, had no choice but to readjust his sword and advance again.
A melee broke out between the Iron Blood and Heart Attack fighters.
Even though the Iron Blood Swordsmen swarmed around like a swarm of bees, Simtong did not panic.
Shhh. Shhh.
Every time his blade swung, the iron swordsmen fell, spraying blood.
Squeak.
The moment when the leaf of the heart’s leaf cuts off a man’s wrist.
The main character, who had been waiting for an opportunity, attacked from behind.
Shhh.
His great sword swept across Simtong’s waist like a lightning bolt.
However, Simtong, who spent most of his life in Sapa, would not fall for such a trick.
The leaf blade of the heart gently rotated in the air and struck the main character’s long sword.
Yeah.
The sword was cut off with a clear sound.
The story contained in the map of the heart’s pain was something that even the great sword of the main character could not handle.
The surprised Joo Yeon-shin tried to step back, but Sim Tong’s Yoo Yeop-do was faster.
Pot.
The sharp tip of the sword stabbed the protagonist’s right shoulder.
“Ugh… … .”
A short moan escaped the protagonist’s mouth.
He could no longer hold on and fell backwards as his right arm sagged.
As the main character, Joo Yeon-shin, who was the best and the owner of the house, retreated, the Iron Blood Masters also retreated hesitantly.
The main character glanced at his blood-soaked shoulder and let out a sigh.
finished.
Ten people, including himself, were rendered incapacitated.
But the opponent doesn’t show any sign of fatigue.
‘Damn it! Sim Yang-gak wasn’t that skilled… … .’
If that were the case, it wouldn’t have been called the somewhat old-fashioned name of Hanam Lee Heung.
Simtong slung the leaf sword over one shoulder.
This is the pose that Yeonjeok-ha often showed when using Park-do in the mountains. It seems that he liked it quite a bit when he followed the Yoo-yeop path.
“Hehehe, do you want to continue?”
A dozen or so Iron Blood thieves looked at the main character’s mouth.
The main character shook his head as he looked at the faces of the people who had shrunk.
“No, I’ll stop here for today. You’ve touched Simyanggak and Cheolhyeolbang, so don’t stretch out your legs and think about it.”
“That guy’s stubbornness. It’s so frustrating.”
“Whether it’s Simtong or Simyanggak, you… … .”
The main character stared at Simtong for a long time and then suddenly turned around.
Since you’ve already lost, it would be a loss to hold on to your opponent for too long.
After a while, as Simtong approached the shadows, Jeong Mu-jin and his party quickly gave way.
Those who saw the divine power of Simtong did not dare to even make eye contact with him. It was only natural, since his level was far beyond that of the minor guerrilla, Changhaemu-gwan.
Jeongyeonji approached, hesitant.
“Excuse me, senior. Thank you.”
Simtong glanced at her and then spoke to Yeonjeokha.
“You have a face like you chewed shit?”
“It’s not that I chewed shit, it’s that I’m in a shit field. Let’s get you there quickly and go on our way.”
Simtong tilted his head at Yeonjeokha’s sullen expression.
What happened during that short time fighting the Iron Blooded Blades?
Yeonjeokha got up from her seat.
“Let’s go!”
He walked with a swaying stroll towards the carriage that was accompanied by a horse.
Now his mind was full of thoughts about going to Sangjo Sangbang and meeting Namgung Yeon.
***
Luoyang.
The window of the sea is empty.
Around lunchtime, the two carriages stopped in front of the Changhaemu Hall.
Soon after, the Jeongmujin siblings, Yeonjeokha, and Simtong got out of the carriage.
Jeong Mu-jin, who was approaching the main gate, looked up at the signboard of the Changhaemu Office with blank eyes.
Although I came back only after a few days, it felt like my mind had been away for years.
It seems like he’s been through a near-death experience.
As Yeonjeokha and Simtong approached, Jeongmujin quickly knocked on the closed door.
Empty, empty, empty.
A light sigh escaped Jeong Mu-jin’s mouth.
My heart feels heavy as I listen to the dull sound ringing in my ears.
It was a door that was always open before the Iron Blood Room came looking for it.
I felt sad because the tightly closed main gate seemed to show the present day of the Changhaemu Guard.
If only Changhaemu-gwan had the same power as Chilpa-mun, that wouldn’t have happened.
No, if only it had been like the Palseonmun, Daeyeonmun, or Chilyangmun… … .
While I was lost in thought, I heard a muffled voice from inside the door.
“Who’s out there?”
It was Yangcheon-gu, the instructor of Changhaemu-gwan.
“Master Yang, it’s Mujin.”
After a while, the door opened slightly with a ‘creak’ sound.
Jeong Mu-jin and his party, Yeon-jeok-ha and Sim-tong, entered as if they were being sucked in.
Yangcheon-gu, who had been glancing at the unfamiliar guests, approached Jeong Mu-jin and asked him a question.
“What happened to Cheongpungjang?”
“The Iron Blood Fang couldn’t even keep up. I almost died and came back to life.”
“Then who are those people?”
“You are the ones who saved us from the hands of the Iron Blood Faction. We have brought you here to show our gratitude.”
“Do you know which sect they are from?”
“It’s a dragon.”
“… … .”
Yangcheon-gu looked at the boy and the old man with eyes of pity.
To be honest, Waryongjang was worse than Changhaemugwan. Changhaemugwan still has a signboard, but Waryongjang was destroyed.
“Oh, we should go and see the Lord. Is he in the inner quarters?”
“Okay, go ahead. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know you’re back safe. Hyo, come see me.”
As Im Hyo followed Yangcheon-gu, the Jeong Mu-jin siblings took Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim Tong and headed to the inner quarters.
***
“Excuse me for a moment. Let me talk to you.”
Changryonggeom Jeong So-cheon, who had been listening to the story in the guest room, held his son Jeong Mu-jin’s hand and went over to the next room.
It’s good that I received help from them, but the conditions are too excessive, so I’m asking for clarification.
“A thousand nyang?”
“yes.”
Jeong Mu-jin lowered his head as if he was ashamed.
Yesterday, I was in a hurry so I called for a thousand nyang, but when I saw my father’s face, I thought I made a mistake.
“You’re giving a thousand nyang in silver in just one day?”
“That’s because the Iron Blood Blockade was standing in front of me… … That’s how it happened.”
“You can hire a thousand ronin with a thousand nyang. Do you know that?”
“It’s true that it’s a bit excessive… … but I promised to give it to you.”
Jeong Mu-jin felt as if his mouth was burning dry.
Listening to my father, it certainly seems like a thousand nyang is an excessive amount of money.
But what can I do!
I already promised to do so and came all the way here.
If the old man named Simtong were an ordinary martial artist, it wouldn’t matter if he changed his mind. However, he was a master who treated the Iron Blood Swordsmen like children.
“I’ll explain it to them. They’ll know the market price, so they’ll agree.”
“Father, absolutely not.”
Jeong Mu-jin explained to his father how the old man named Sim Tong defeated the Iron Blood Bandits.
Jeong So-cheon opened his eyes wide in surprise and asked back.
“That old man defeated the main character and his men?”
“Yes, the main character couldn’t even handle his work. He was the best I’ve ever seen.”
“… … .”
Listening to his son’s words, Jeong So-cheon thought.
If the old man is that skilled, wouldn’t it be okay to hire him to fight against the Iron Blood Fang?
“Okay, I understand. From now on, I’ll take care of it.”
He patted his son’s shoulder and told him, “Don’t worry,” before returning to the guest room.
And he made a new suggestion to the old man.
“Senior, please kill Jo Yang-seon. Then I will give you an extra thousand nyang.”
Wuxia,
