Episode 93. I’m against it.
The six supernatural powers are the six special abilities spoken of in Buddhism.
It was called the divine power, the heavenly power, the telepathy power, the fate power, the heavenly eye power, and the progressive power, and it was something that could only be dreamed of if one did not reach the realm of a demi-god.
“Yes? Where does it hurt?”
“Enough, you ignorant human being.”
Yeonjeokha shook off the dust and got out of bed.
I feel uneasy because I saw the dying face of the wind chime in my dream.
“Old Man Shim.”
“yes.”
“Send someone to the mountain village to find out what’s going on. And tell them where we’re staying.”
“Are you that uneasy?”
“I was going to tell you the news once I got to Luoyang anyway.”
“All right.”
Gucheonnodo Simtong looked at Yeonjeokha with meaningful eyes.
When you reach that level, you see things that others cannot see. Maybe that’s what happened to the Five Fengshui Heroes.
‘It would be strange if nothing happened… … .’
Even ordinary people live by biting and tearing, so how much more so for a spirited warrior.
On the way down to the restaurant, Simtong asked.
“Your Majesty, how long do you plan to stay in Luoyang?”
“Why? Do you miss Mt. Obong already?”
“If you’re going to stay for a long time, wouldn’t a private residence be better than a guest house?”
“Sahapwon?”
“You’ve seen a lot of them in Luoyang. They’re houses with rooms on all sides, centered around a garden. They’re called Siheyuan. I was wondering if it would be a good idea to get a house like that and live there. Isn’t the guest house too small for you to live in?”
“Or so.”
He didn’t show any particular interest in dating.
After hearing that Namgung Se-ga was leaving for Jeongju, everything became gloomy.
***
release.
Yonghui-ru.
Behind the long wall that separated the sponsorship, a man sighed deeply.
It is the death room’s murder and murder resonance unit.
It’s already been two days since I hid in Yonghui-ru to take away Pungyeoncho’s life.
But I just can’t seem to get a chance.
This is because a rough-looking bodyguard named Takgo-myeong is guarding Poongyeon-cho.
Feeling frustrated, he sent his men to try to turn the hull upside down, but it was no use.
He never came out of his room except to go to the back room.
When he happened to go to the back room, he called other guards and had them guard the wind chime.
A sigh escaped Gongjindan’s mouth as he watched the sunset turning crimson.
‘ha!’
It’s crazy because there’s no chance to kill the wind chime.
If you return empty-handed today, the three princes will not stay still.
‘This can’t go on.’
He racked his brain and finally decided to end it now. It was much better to face Tak Go-myeong than to be defeated by the three princes.
Rattling.
The sound of a door opening could be heard from afar.
It feels like he’s looking out to go to the back room.
But it is not yet time for the other escorts to return.
After Gongjindan focused his energy on the sky, he slowly stood up, holding a dagger in each hand.
I see a squirrel frowning and turning around over the fence.
The back room is in a hurry, but it looks like it’s in trouble because there’s not a single baby ant in sight.
The squeaky-mouthed man went back in and closed the door.
Sweep.
At that moment, the new model of the Gongjindan climbed over the wall.
Now that the killer has revealed himself, it’s either kill him or kill him.
Papa Pot.
The resonance group ran forward without hesitation, kicking the ground lightly.
And then he rushed in like lightning, banging his whole body against the tightly closed door.
Boom! The door burst open.
Being sneaky is good, but sometimes being ignorant is better.
As expected, the embarrassed face of the bashful man came into view.
He was so surprised that he let out a scream in front of the water.
Shhhhhh.
The two hands of the resonator moved quickly.
The pale reflection of the sharp pair of daggers was pushed towards the rough beak like a wave of anger.
It is true that Tak Go-myeong was startled by the intrusion of Sal-su.
I was so surprised that I screamed and even the stool I was holding in stung.
But that was only for a moment.
He, who had been rolling around like a bandit, quickly came to his senses and took to the defense.
Of course, I don’t have time to pull out the sword, so I’m bare-handed.
Crunch. Crunch.
Blood spurted out every time the dagger brushed his forearm.
Takgo Myung turned to the side to avoid the fatal attack.
The Gongjindan, which had been persistently pushing the opponent, paused for a moment.
At first glance, I saw a black-faced wind chime lying at my feet.
The target is not a dandelion, but a dandelion.
Gongjindan bent down while retrieving the dagger he had been thrusting forward with.
But that brief hesitation was the problem.
Shugak.
A cold wind blew in, accompanied by the loud sound of a sword scraping against its scabbard.
Gongjindan turned his head slightly towards the direction from which the wind was blowing.
Crack.
A hole was punctured in the resonance unit’s head with a sharp sound.
“Gasp, gasp! That son of a bitch is going to die! Where.”
A small sound was heard in Tak Go-myeong’s ear as he was shaking his shoulders as if he was out of breath.
“… … It stinks.”
***
Luoyang.
Anyone who saw him in the thousand-year-old capital city of Luoyang was a bum.
He woke up around lunchtime, had a meal at a local inn, toured the sights, and ended the day at a restaurant with a great atmosphere.
If he had lived in an ordinary house, there would have been no rumors about him.
However, due to the nature of the inn, the time of waking up, eating, and going to bed cannot help but be made public.
If you show yourself eating in a disheveled manner or make a fuss asking for someone to open a locked door late at night, people around you will start to find out about it.
However, the ruffian of Mujin Guesthouse did not care.
Of course, what do you think?
Since I was planning to play anyway.
After Namgung Se-ga left for Jeongju, he lived with alcohol in his mouth every day.
Simtong followed Yeonjeokha like a shadow and supported him reliably.
As the sun set, I entered the alleyway of Juru with a heavy heart.
After exploring for several days, I’ve already been to most of the places.
Simtong, who was picking the base with difficulty, pointed to one place.
“Master, how about that place today?”
“Pungwolru?”
“Yes, I said that because the taste of the alcohol was pretty good.”
“The side dishes there aren’t that great… … .”
“Your Majesty, isn’t the alcohol the priority, not the food?”
“Oh, really. I don’t like that place.”
I walked towards the Pungwolru, grumbling and complaining.
Because there is no other place to go nearby.
As he entered the main gate, twenty-year-old Jeom So-i and Hong Jeok-so recognized his face and pretended to know him.
“Oh my! Your Majesty! Welcome! Welcome! Today, I will take responsibility for preparing delicious food! Please trust me just this once!”
Hong Jeok-so, who was excited as he spoke, pounded his chest.
Then Yeon-jeok-ha, whose face had become thick from the past few days of pleasure, scolded him.
“Hong Hyung, are you a maid? Can you really take responsibility? Don’t just throw out random words. I’m a delicate man.”
“Brother! It’s true. I told you that the master has changed. I thought about you a lot. I guess my sincerity reached the heavens. I see you came back today.”
Although it had only been two days since we last saw each other, he acted as if it had been years.
“Okay. I’ll look forward to it. Just don’t get too attached. Hong hyung, your sweat smell is no joke, right?”
“Yes, yes, come here. I’ll take you to the best seat.”
Hongjeokso guided us to this floor, crouching down.
I don’t know about anything else, but it was true that it was the best seat.
As I sat down and turned my head out the window, the streets of Luoyang turning red unfolded like a painting.
While Yeonjeok-ha was absorbed in the scenery, Simtong ordered drinks and snacks.
The two of them emptied their glasses, giving and receiving.
“Hehehe, I heard the hostess changed, but the side dish seems to suit my taste quite well.”
He nodded with a satisfied expression on his face, responding to Simtong’s words.
It definitely tasted better than the one I had two days ago.
With this level of skill, I thought I could just have dinner here.
“Kyaha! The alcohol tastes good. Your Majesty, I wish every day could be like these days.”
“Who’s stopping you? Live like that. You’ve already saved up quite a bit of money without spending it.”
“I’m not saying I want to live like that alone. I just want to live a leisurely and enjoyable life with Confucius. I can eat when I’m hungry, go wherever I want, and drink alcohol all night long at the bar. How great would that be?”
“What? I’m glad for Old Man Shim, but what did I do wrong? Why do I have to live like that with an old man like Old Man Shim? I don’t like it. I absolutely oppose that kind of life.”
“… … .”
After hearing it, Simtong couldn’t refute it because it was true.
That’s when the two people were fighting and talking nonsense.
A man and a woman came up following the red tide.
They took their seats right next to the empty Yeonjeokha and Simtong.
Just before sitting down, the man and woman glanced at Yeonjeokha and Simtong. It seemed that they were concerned about the swords hanging from their waists.
There is a special prayer that is unique to martial artists.
If the Jeongpa is clear, plain, and majestic, the Sapa gives off a sinister and dangerous feeling.
As expected, they felt a clear and pure energy from Yeonjeokha and Simtong.
At least it means that it is not a Sima Yi Dao.
The three of them nodded to each other as if they were ‘okay’ and then sat down.
In fact, they were disciples of the Uicheonmun and had come together to come to Juru.
The woman, Bibong Jeon Su-rin, spoke first.
“Sir, what did you mean by that earlier?”
“a moment ago?”
“Did something funny happen at the opening?”
“Oh, that? You know that there are many disciples of our sect in Suun Sangbang, right?”
“yes.”
“He stopped by yesterday on his way to Shin Haengsu. At first he said he came to say hello, but then he asked me to send him someone useful. So I introduced him to Father Moon.”
“Not that. It’s fun.”
“Oh, that guy’s temper. Okay. There are two ronin who have been getting a lot of attention in Gaebong recently. Have you heard of Yongheeru?”
“yes.”
“I know.”
“They are said to be the bodyguards of that Giru, but the way they became famous is a bit unusual. One of them even cut a master who used a sharp blade in half with a single stroke of his sword.”
“Oh my, in half like this?”
Jeon Su-rin looked down from her head to her groin with her hands.
“Oh, and another one put a hole in the head of a double-edged swordsman. And that too with only a sword.”
“Hey, no way.”
Jeon Su-rin shook her head.
In general, disciples of the Chilpai or Myeongsang clans were reluctant to advance to Giru. Naturally, this was due to consideration for the reputation of the clan. Instead, the ronin took their place.
Splitting a person’s body lengthwise or making a hole in the head with a pottery knife is something that even the greatest disciples of the Chilpai clan find difficult. The ronin guarding the Giru did it?
Wuxia,
