Chapter 163
“what? Northern Highlands? There are only three days left until the fabric?”
“yes.”
“Huh, true.”
The old man kept his mouth shut. In front of him, the three bosses and about 200 of his henchmen respectfully knelt down and stared at his mouth.
“Is that really true?”
“T, sure.”
“How dare we lie about who is safe?”
“… … Right.”
The old man’s expression darkened at the desperate excuse.
He knows what they say is true. I just wanted to deny it a little bit. the fact that you are getting old.
‘Seven days and nights I’ve lost my mind. seven weeks… … It’s getting longer because of old age.
It was more than twenty years ago that I felt strange symptoms. During the exercise, he realized that his spirit spirit was out of order, and he knew that time had come.
He is already close to being white.
I’m not afraid of death, but I didn’t want to be remembered as a crazy old man.
‘Even though I tried so hard… … now that’s the limit The curse of the years cannot be prevented by this sudden power or by the strength of a master of transcendence.
One must be satisfied with delaying old age by as little as twenty years. The old man tried to shake off his bitter heart.
“Pour me a drink or two.”
“Hey, the alcohol has cooled down, so I’m preparing a new one.”
The old man clicked his tongue at the careful answer of the heuksa.
“In what year? It doesn’t matter, bring a cold drink.”
yes.”
Whose name is it? Two bandits who looked like they were tired from the glances of the Dark Death whimpered and brought a bottle of wine.
The jug, huge enough to reach a person’s chest, was swaying with half-cooled mayuju.
“Tsuttuk. The young guys are fooling around.
Don’t you feed the children under you?”
“Yeah, can that be?”
“Then why can’t you use your strength? Eh. It’s frustrating to see it, so I can’t do it.”
The old man jumped up and took the bottle. A bottle of wine weighing hundreds of pounds is lifted with one hand.
It’s almost incomprehensible how such a force could spring from a body that had only bones left. Black Death wanted to stab himself in the eye.
‘Am I crazy? I thought that such an old man was just a crazy old man.’
At least, I’m glad you’re careful. Didn’t India, who spoke of an old man and even wielded a sword, die with a terrible look?
Black Death didn’t want the end of dying while shedding blood with chil-gong.
“Old man! I will do it!”
“You sound like an old man. Sit down and stop talking nonsense.”
“no. Mayuju must be eaten hot to bring out the best taste. I myself… …
“Hot, what?”
Black Death was at a loss for words. It was because the next moment, a tremendous amount of heat gushed out of the bottle.
The source of the heat was the old man’s hand holding the pitcher.
Baek Yeom, who was suffocating and gave goosebumps just by looking at it, quickly heated up the jar and heated the Mayuju.
“This, before
“Four, sammae evolution?”
Temur, Chingen, and about 200 of his henchmen were stunned by the sight in front of them.
Among them, the shock received by the leaders was enormous.
‘This crazy!’
‘A brazier with a bowl of wine of that size?’
‘It’s a huge power. What the hell is this old man?’
Sammae Evolution is a fire that burns gong power, and it is not difficult to use it if you are a peak master backed by profound gong power.
However, the firepower was weak compared to the huge air power consumption, so it was extremely inefficient to use in actual combat.
“Get a bowl, a big one.”
But what about this old man in front of you?
Even though it was a moment, the heat they felt was enormous. It seemed that if he wanted to, he could melt steel as well as harm people.
‘Martial arts and power have already reached the status quo.’
‘It’s not just the triad evolution. The gong power itself is also a tremendous zeal.’
‘Let’s not be silent. If you say something wrong… … Die.’
Swallowing dry saliva, the three of them moved quickly like a jeomsoi welcoming a guest.
“I’ll raise you a drink.”
“Bring the meat, meat!”
“Take off your legs!”
In the grassland, the great lord of the Black Four Commandments, known as the Four Gods, follows Mayuju, and the two tribal chiefs, who are descendants of great khans and lead hundreds of mounted warriors, go around the table and tear off only the soft leg parts of the colonel.
It was a sight that was hard to see even with gold.
“hmm. This is why those who are not cheap must be beaten. It’s only when you get scolded that you realize that it’s polite.”
“you’re right. old man.”
The old man, who was serving mayuju with a piece of carefully trimmed meat, hesitated.
“Are you old?”
yes, yes Any mistake I made?”
“You look older. Like an old man who is about to die.”
yes. I’m sure you’ll be leaving soon.
Black Death barely held back the words that were about to come out. The opponent is an absolute master whose level is difficult to guess. I had to please the old man somehow.
“Then brother… …
“Am I all right?”
“I’m sorry!”
coup
The black yarn, which was straight and had its head on the floor, was to die for. I hate Noya because he’s old, and I hate him for saying he’s easygoing.
The old man kicked the overworked man on his stomach.
“Wake up.”
”yep!”
“Two guys with their foreheads over there.”
Hurry up!
Temur and Chingen, who were diligently slicing the meat, also ran at the speed of light and knelt down.
The old man, who had been drinking mayuju all the way, finally opened his mouth.
“So, what are you guys doing?”
magic. And nomadic VI.
You don’t know what to do if you tell the truth to an old man who looks like the deceased of a political faction.
It was the moment when the three desperately exchanged glances.
f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!
“Ouch!”
”omg!”
“evil!”
The old man, who was pounding honey chestnuts one by one at an invisible speed, widened his eyes.
“sl*ts, you bastards. An adult asks, do you just roll your eyes?”
“Sorry, sorry. old man.”
“I told you I was an old man.
Are you asking me to die right now?
uh?”
Fast!
Black Death, who got hit again for answering for nothing, felt like he was about to burst into tears. I’m over 50, but my subordinates are watching too… … .
“Answer the oldest one first.”
Heuksa looked at the old man with moist eyes and opened his mouth.
“It’s not a small person! Wandering the meadow with like-minded brothers and horses as friends…”
“He’s a trashy demonic bastard. They plunder, murder, and set fires at every opportunity.”
The old man, who had been looking at the black sand with contemptuous eyes, turned his head. Temur and Chingen flinched and lowered their heads.
“You guys are also nomads, so it’s no different. Am I wrong?”
“Oh, no.”
“You are right.”
“At least, what makes you better than the bandits is that even though they plunder and kill, they are not arsonists setting fires here and there. It’s not cool to beat people who set other people’s houses on fire!”
*..?”
«..?”
“.. ?”Isn’t murder usually considered the most serious crime?
The fire once again fell on the three people who tilted their heads at something strange.
Puff, Puff, Peek!
“Anyway, I know roughly where you guys came from. What I’m curious about is how influential it is in this neighborhood.”
“Ugh… … . What about influence?”
“It is literally. Are you getting a kick?”
The three people who were caressing the top of their heads carefully answered.
“If the small people join forces, there are not many people who can win.”
“Most of us are divided into branch families, so there are a lot of divisions, but when family and relatives gather, dozens of tribes can be filled.”
“We tend to exchange every news that happens in the meadow.”
The old man’s eyes lit up at Chingen’s last reply.
“Oh, that’s fine.”
The quick-witted Chingen realized that what the old man wanted was information, and replied bluntly.
“If you need any information, I can tell you anything.”
“I am looking for someone. I’m not sure where exactly… … Maybe it’s not that far away, so it’s possible?”
yes. It is easier if you tell us about your appearance or characteristics.”
“Wait.”
The old man took out crumpled rice paper from his bosom. As if it had been drawn by a fairly skillful painter, there was a distinct appearance of the person looking for it.
“Will this be enough?”
Chingen nodded without hesitation.
“of course. They even break their appearance, so you should be able to find out soon.”
If you send messengers in all directions and send a jeonseo-eung, you can figure it out within 15 days, even if it is long.
Although the grassland is vast, it is impossible to avoid the eyes of nomads.
‘Besides, all the news about the stranger comes to my ears.’
However, the self-confident Chingen had no choice but to stop at the words of the old man.
“It’s the pinnacle of mastery. Sword and jangbeop mainly? ?1一.
“… … Did you say you were a master at the peak?”
“Why, isn’t it easier? He will be noticed everywhere, so you will be able to recognize him right away.”
Chingen struggled to open his mouth.
“I’m sorry, but if you’re a master at that level, my brothers would have noticed.”
“Hmm. What do you think?”
“Even small men manage a fairly large area, but I have never heard of such a master appearing.”
“If Chingen is difficult, there is no way for me either.”
The old man narrowed his brows after getting a similar answer from Black Death and Temur.
“Damn bastard. To make an old man suffer like this.”
The ears of the three pricked up when they heard the old man’s bitter muttering.
Daegwan Why did the unidentified absolute master set out to find it himself? Even with a body suffering from old age
‘son? Or a disciple?’
Judging from their attitude, it is clear that they are blood relatives or disciples… … .
Black Death felt his heart race.
An old man who is at the end of his life is looking for someone, holding on to his wandering spirit.
A person you must meet before you die. Even so, there is a stem of lingering lingering that must be resolved.
‘Is this by any chance?’
Black Death’s head twisted tightly. Maybe I could turn the crisis of a lifetime that I experienced today into an opportunity.
His lips parted slightly, and an electric sound leaked out.
– Hey, Chingen.
Chingen did not respond to the sudden telegram. Are you also a cunning guy? am.
– I hear you, answer me.
– Accept the old man’s offer.
hurry!
– No. As for me, I can’t find the person that old man wants. If he succeeds, he will receive that kind of favor, but if he gives vain hopes and fails, he will only hear resentment. I don’t intend to afford it. I don’t want to mess with that old man anymore.
– I’ll find it.
– what?
– If you find it, you can have that old man’s martial arts. Martial arts worthy of admiring the world!
At this moment, Hoksa was full of confidence. He must be found, who may be his disciple or son. If only you could find… … .
‘It’s not just a castle, it can steal the world!’
Intimidation against the master of transcendence.
Realizing the meaning of the black death, Chingen’s lips trembled slightly.
– Are you crazy? Blinded by greed!
– No, it’s possible enough. You were so afraid of that old man that you didn’t even think about it.
– Unreasonable sound. Do you think the author will give in to such blackmail? He’ll tear us to pieces before he does!
– He is already an old man whose mind goes back and forth in old age. First of all, you just have to scour the area to find him and take your time. Until the old man loses his mind.
It was a perfect plan even if Black Death himself thought of it. When the mind is not whole, the old man is no different from a child.
Wait for that time and subdue it. It steals all of that mighty martial art with appeasement and threats.
– What are you worried about? Come on, agree!
Then, the answer came.
“Okay, what are you doing without consenting?”
The harshness made his body stiff.
The old man was looking at him with reddish eyes. From the two dark and sunken eyes, flames that could not be dared to resist poured out.
“Are you done?”
“Uh, old man.”
“You can’t be that clever. You make me say the same thing for the third time already.”
puck.
At the same time, the old man’s sword pierced Black Death’s abdomen. The heat keeper who reached the extreme burned his organs and blood veins.
“I told you not to call me old man.”
dump. Chingen closed his eyes at the sight of Black Death falling down as a lump of charcoal.
A voice that was drier than desert sand pierced my ears.
“Come back after a month.”
When I opened my eyes again, the old man was nowhere to be found.
The old man clicked his tongue.
“Nothing has changed. Nothing has changed at all.”
The world that came out after a long time was still the same.
The evil guy, the righteous guy, and the grays that don’t belong anywhere are mixed.
No matter who lives or dies, the vacancy will always be filled. The same goes for those magicians. just had bad luck.
“By the way, it’s the Northern Highlands… … You’ve come too far The old man muttered and looked around.
The horizon that reaches the end of the world, where green meadows and arid land coexist, the destination of his steps has been decided.
‘I’ll leave this area to that nomad, and I’ll have to look for Shanseo.’
The old man started walking. At his step, the landscape swept past and the grass bowed.
It was a leisurely pace, but it was as fast as a shot arrow. The direction the arrow is heading is Daetong (大同). It was the boundary line between Shanxi and the plateau.
