Episode 92. The Way of the Bamboo Room
There are just as many ways to kill a person as there are reasons to want to kill someone.
You can use poison, set traps, launch stealthy ambush attacks, or fight fair and square.
Jukbang preferred the most popular method.
Perhaps it was because of the taste of the third prince, Sim Yeong-chun, the head of the bamboo grove.
Shim Yeong-chun likes to beat people to death in broad daylight, especially in a busy area.
Aren’t you afraid of the laws of the country?
That only applies to ordinary people.
If a thief or a gangster kills someone, they will be taken to the authorities, but those who are considered to have some power in the martial arts world are an exception.
The reality is that even if they kill someone, they are praised as ‘brave’.
Of course, if the dead person’s connections are great – for example, if he is a blood relative of the lord – even that brave man will have to run away.
The assassins in Jukbang were also influenced by Sim Yeong-chun and enjoyed killing in public.
The number of assassins mobilized increased or decreased depending on the opponent’s inaction, but the method was similar.
Going to find someone, picking a fight, and then beating them to death.
That is why the killer Ma Cheon-woo of Jukbang caused trouble at Yonghui-ru.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Ma Cheon-woo answered Poongyeoncho’s question with a sly smile.
“Here’s a guest, you punk. The wine’s rotten, the women are just half-baked, and I’m in a total bad mood. Go and tell your master to come over.”
A gisaeng who had been watching intervened.
“That’s a lie. He drank all the alcohol, and he was so fond of So-hyang that he would sit next to her and rub her, and then he suddenly started acting like that. What should I do because I feel bad for our So-hyang? She’s not dead, is she?”
“You bitch, where the hell do you come from to stick your mouth out? You should know that it’s your turn next.”
Poongyeoncho was shocked by the man’s threats.
Even if you are a traitor, you shouldn’t act so arrogantly.
“You bastard, if you came to Giru, you should eat well and leave. Why are you doing such crazy things!”
Ma Cheon-woo laughed heartily and stepped on the gisaeng’s head.
“Kuuuuu! Why are you getting all excited and making a fuss all of a sudden? Are you this bitch’s pillar of power or something? Huh? Is that so?”
“Hey! You crazy bastard!”
Furious at the continued mockery, Poongyeoncho flew like a tiger and attacked the man.
Then, as if he had been waiting, Ma Cheon-woo pulled out his sword and struck down with a double-edged sword.
Shhh.
The startled Poongyeoncho quickly rolled to the side to escape.
But the opponent’s sword was so fast that his waist was torn apart.
Judging by the burning sensation, it looks like the skin has been cut.
He couldn’t hide his puzzled expression in the unexpected situation.
I couldn’t understand how they could spread such vicious killing from the beginning.
‘I don’t have any grudge, so why?’
Poongyeoncho got up from his seat, quickly drew his sword, and glared at the drunkard.
When the surprise attack failed, Ma Tianyu gained more momentum.
Now, Poongyeon Elementary School will be fully prepared, so I plan to respond calmly.
The two people slowly moved toward the center of the pavilion, maintaining an appropriate distance.
Suddenly, a strange light appeared in Poongyeoncho’s eyes.
‘Didn’t that guy say he drank all his alcohol?’
But now the man’s eyes were sparkling not with intoxication but with murderous intent.
This means that he either woke up drunk or pretended to be drunk.
Judging from his sword-holding posture, he was one level above the upper guards I had faced in the past.
My heart sank as I thought, ‘If I’m not careful, I might not be able to see my family.’
‘I’m sorry. I have to die.’
Fengyuncho, who had made up his mind, slowly lowered his sword.
This is the rider ceremony of the ascension of the dragon.
Ma Cheon-woo looked at Pungyeon-cho with strange eyes.
In general, lowering the tip of the sword means ‘changing the stance from offense to defense’.
Unless you have mastered the swordsmanship or sorcery of the first level, that is.
If your opponent cowers in fear, that’s a meal that’s been prepared.
He naturally twisted his upper body to hide his left hand from his sight.
His fingers, now straightened again, had three needles attached to them.
He is trying to unfold his seasonal skill, Samcheomsal.
Ma Cheon-woo, who was playfully spinning the ball around, shook his left hand at one point.
Papa Pot.
At the same time, he raised the sword above his head and flew his body.
Who said that putting down the tip of the sword is defense!
Poongyeoncho gathered energy with Baekja Gugyeol and took a step forward.
Park Do-ga danced like a galjija [之] and flew into the sky.
Titting.
The needle bounced with a faint sound.
Ma Cheon-woo tried to strike his opponent with the momentum of a Taishan attack, but then hurriedly turned his sword around.
To kick out the pottery that is digging under the chin.
Each.
At that moment, the sound of Park Do-hwan’s blade being crushed rang in my ears like an auditory hallucination.
But there was no time to be surprised.
This is because the wind chime of the wind chime that had turned gracefully in the air fell down on top of his head.
“… … .”
Before a scream could even escape.
Ma Cheon-woo’s body was split in two from the crown of his head to his groin.
Thud. Thud.
Red blood poured out like a river.
Poongyeoncho, who was looking down at the man with bitter eyes, slowly turned around.
The cleaners who had been watching from afar hurriedly ran over and started cleaning.
Poongyeoncho, who was walking towards the escort warriors’ quarters, stopped.
It’s not because I found Tak Go-myeong running towards me from the other side.
Suddenly, my left shoulder felt a tingling sensation.
Now that I see him twitching here and there, I guess he must have been quite nervous.
The man was definitely strong.
The reason I am alive is entirely thanks to the Baekjagugyeol and the Nine Thousand Laws.
The moment I exhaled in relief, my eyes started spinning.
“older brother!”
Hearing Takgo-myeong’s shout, Poongyeon-cho slowly fell down.
I have to go home… … .
***
release.
Cheonhyangbanjeom.
Late at night, two men sat facing each other in the innermost room.
The three princes in charge of Jukbang are Sim Yeong-chun and Yuk-sal Gong Jin-dan.
Both of them looked unwell.
“Did you just say that Ma Cheon-woo died?”
“yes.”
Gongjindan didn’t dare raise his face.
For the past three years, no one has died while committing murder, but today that record has been broken.
“Huh! That damn Waryongjang guy killed Chilsal?”
“… … .”
The resonance group’s head bent even further.
“Is that guy an elder of the Chilpai clan? No. There is no one of that level in the Waryongjang. What about the Waryong Swordsman Yeonmu Baek? The rest are just a bunch of idiots. And what’s more, he’s not even a Yeon clan member? So he’s a former ronin, and he got Chilsaled by that guy? F*ck! Do you think that makes sense?”
Kwang.
Sim Yeong-chun, unable to control his anger, slammed the table.
Gongjindan, who had been shrugging his shoulders in surprise, spoke in a crawling voice.
“But it wasn’t a complete failure. I was struck down by the Seven Deadly Sins’ poison… … .”
“You idiot! You call that a joke! What are you going to do with the shit you threw in my face! Can’t you see that Jukbang’s reputation has fallen to the ground?”
“Please forgive me.”
Gongjindan lowered his head so that his chin touched his chest.
It was certainly true that this incident shook the position of the three princes at Cheonhyang Restaurant.
Sim Yeong-chun, who was looking at the resonance crater, said.
“You finish it yourself.”
“Jeonmyeong!”
The resonance imaging unit responded without delay.
Since he was poisoned by the Seven Deadly Poisons, he would have died even if he had been left alone, but he could not disobey the orders of the Three Princes.
***
Poongyeoncho was unable to return home that night.
I couldn’t go because I was in a state of confusion, so I stayed at Yonghui-ru.
Tak Go-myeong sent a servant to Poongyeoncho’s house to inform her of the situation and stayed by her side.
The doctor came around midnight, but Poongyeon Elementary School’s condition continued to worsen.
The next morning.
Tak Go-myeong, who had been dozing off at the head of the Pungyeon Elementary School, opened his eyes wide at the faint sound.
“Ugh, Gomyung-ah… … .”
“Yes, bro!”
“My wife must have been waiting… … .”
“Don’t worry about that. My sister-in-law came by last night.”
“… … .”
A sigh escaped from Poongyeoncho’s mouth as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
“Haa! Did I do something wrong… … .”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t feel good. I feel like I did something terrible to my family who were living well without me.”
“Oh my! Why are you saying such weak words? My lack of energy is all because of that damn poison.”
“Poison?”
“Didn’t you know? There was a poisonous needle coming out of your shoulder. The doctor said he’d look for medicine here and there, so don’t worry too much. If that doesn’t work, you can go to the party… … .”
“Don’t say things like that.”
There’s no way that a family known for being extremely evil would come running to protect Kiru.
“But why would a guy who came to play at Giru use such a trick? I’ve never seen a poisonous needle before. I think he’s no ordinary guy.”
In fact, even for a martial artist, it wasn’t easy to come across something like a poisonous needle. So it was natural for Tak Go-myeong to feel suspicious.
“Who was it? That guy.”
“I don’t know yet. Everyone said that I was seeing them for the first time. Brother, do you have any idea who they might be? Someone who might have a grudge against you.”
“Not a lot.”
Tak Go-myeong laughed heartily at Poongyeoncho’s answer without hesitation.
The more I think about it, the dumber the question becomes.
There must be more than one enemy. It could be the families of those who died from the fake medicine sold by his brother-in-law, or it could be the work of a superior who recognized his face.
“Ha! I wish I could see my brothers’ faces just once before I die.”
“Don’t say such nonsense.”
Contrary to what he said, Tak Go-myeong thought that he should send someone to Obongsanchae immediately.
Maybe that will be the brother-in-law’s last wish.
When I saw Poongyeoncho’s sallow face, I felt like I would die any day.
***
Luoyang.
Mujin Guest House.
Around noon.
Yeonjeok-ha, who opened her eyes slowly, slowly raised her upper body as if crawling on a snail.
“Ah! I’m hungry. I can’t lie down any longer.”
“Keep on going. I was just trying to see how long you’d be lying down, but are you up now?”
“I had a disturbing dream last night.”
“Oh yes, you woke up late yesterday and the day before too.”
“Old Man Shim, do you know what a six-stroke is?”
Yeonjeokha looked at Gucheonnodo Simtong with a serious expression that did not match his personality.
Wuxia,
