513 The West Gorge in Henan Province, which touches the tributary of the Yangtze River, is still crowded with many people.
The ferry was filled with ships big and small, and the merchants who piled up all sorts of goods lit up their eyes and bargained.
“ruler. cheap, cheap! Musk, which is good for stamina, is like a hermit!”
“You don’t need anything like that.”
“You’re passing by there, so beautiful! Don’t you need a pair of glasses!”
“I don’t buy anything like that.”
“… … They’re F*cking bitches.”
That street where all kinds of noise echoes.
However, what determines the atmosphere of a place is the kind of people gathered there.
In that sense, Jang Sachi, who caught a young soldier passing by like a habit, made the wrong choice.
“Look. Apparently, he looks like a Murim knight on his way to Seungsan, but he doesn’t need a well-forged weapon… … omg!”
The merchant, who had been talking smoothly, swallowed in vain.
The handsome face that had first caught his attention was now gone.
The moment he saw the three letters and the dragon pattern embroidered with black thread on the young soldier’s dark blue silk uniform, the merchant let out a moaning cry without realizing it.
“Heh, the black dragon demon gate!” U H Even though it was not a very loud cry, the four letters “Black Dragon Demon Gate” were enough to push the noisy street into a pit of silence at once.
“Huh, if it’s the Black Dragon Demon Gate.” “It must be. Those sapas who are fiercely fighting in Gansu Province.” “I heard rumors that they arrived in Henan late the day before….
The merchants shouting at the top of their voices, the civilians wandering around the neighborhood, and even the Murim people moving in groups armed with weapons.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on the source of the shout.
And in the eyes of many people, the young soldier of the Black Dragon Demon Gate smiled at the merchant.
“For a merchant, he has good eyesight. Enough to recognize the marks in the text.”
“That, that’s…
“It doesn’t seem to have much to do with Murim. Are you originally from Gansu? A young soldier glanced over the merchant’s shoulder at the various weapons lined up neatly on the stall, and clicked his tongue.
“It’s just a cheap thing that you won’t have even if you give it to everyone. Please, give me the best one.”
“Yes, yes?”
“I forgot that you are a merchant. So, not the best, but the most expensive.”
“Ah, I see.”
With trembling hands, the merchant took out an iron chest from the deepest place and opened it.
A young soldier who checked a single sword placed without a plausible sword armor blew a whistle.
“Ho, it doesn’t seem like something that should be in a place like this.”
Those who watched the two, especially the Murim people, nodded involuntarily at the words of the young warrior.
Although it looked quite old, the blade was tinged with five colors of brilliant light, and the blade was also in a state of sharpness.
Sensing that some of the Murim people lacked greed in their eyes, the merchant shrugged his shoulders.
“Even, it was handed down from my father who passed away.”
“Was your father a Murim?”
“Well, that could not be the case. However, how did you come to possess the sword through a connection, but keep it a secret from others and keep it as an heirloom for generations to come…
“That’s right. Not one or two people would covet a sword like this.” If Greed Is Excessive, How to Call for Blood Most Murim people would choose to take it by force instead of paying hundreds of hermits to obtain the famous sword.
It was much more effective to point out a cheap iron sword than to prepare a hermit worth buying a famous sword.
“I guess my father was a very wise man.” W], yes.” “But it seems that you did not inherit your father’s wisdom. If you look at the kind of stuff they put out.”
“That, that’s…!”
Seeing the merchant who couldn’t speak, the young soldier burst into laughter.
He already had a clear understanding of what the merchant had swallowed in his heart.
The opponent, a Sapa Murim belonging to the Black Dragon Demon Clan, would have had no time to think before and after since the knife was in their throat right away. The fear that he could get his throat blown off by clumsily offering another item paralyzed the merchant’s thinking.
It must have been the first time for a merchant, but it was a familiar situation for a young warrior.
“I understand. Most of the people I meet think and act like you.”
The young soldier who looked up and down at the long luxury, who was silent like a dumb who had eaten honey, continued.
“So, I will save you.”
Suspicion flashed in the merchant’s eyes.
“That, those words…
“That means I will pay the price and take it.”
“ah!”
Merchant’s face lit up.
Even if it wasn’t, his heart was burning to black.
First of all, I took out the items with the thought of living and seeing them, but not one or two people confirmed the existence of the famous sword with their own eyes.
If the young soldier in front of him left, it was clear that wandering ronin and petty thieves would sniff and gather.
However, if this person buys a sword, everything will be resolved.
Of course, there are people who will covet the hermit that he received as a price, so he will have to leave the area in the near future, but he will be able to enjoy a prosperous life in a foreign country by protecting his life and acquiring ample wealth.
After completing the calculation, the merchant immediately bent down.
“Dae, if Daehyeop-nim does that, I really have nothing to wish for!”
“It’s not a young bath.”
The young soldier with a smirk took out the bag from his bosom and threw it onto the seat.
Iron gruck. The merchant blinked his eyes as he opened the bag that had fallen with a heavy sound.
“Great, great. This.”
A young soldier who took out a sword from an iron box and looked around threw a glance.
“Why?”
“That, that. You must have misunderstood the amount.”
“Did I get it wrong?”
At the sight of the young soldier tilting his head, the merchant gulped down a dry saliva.
However, the famous sword he inherited was a family heirloom, and even considering its value, it was worth hundreds of hermits.
Compared to that, the amount of money in the pouch was absurdly small.
“Ah, it seems to be a hermit twenty-nyang, “Well, I think it’s a little different.” “Yes, yes?” “That should be enough. I’ve deducted the cost of your life.” At the voice of the young warrior who had subsided in an instant, the air around them froze coldly.
The people who watched the situation with a mixture of curiosity and fear shuddered, and the neighboring merchants who had shared the joys and sorrows in the meantime turned away from the scene.
But not everyone here was like that.
“It seems that the power of the Black Dragon Demon Gate is great. Seeing them beat up a baby with no blood on its head like this.”
The crowd split left and right with a harsh voice. A middle-aged man who came out between them grinned at the young soldier, showing yellow teeth.
“Don’t talk too long. Gently put down the sword in your hand and get lost.”
The young warrior blinked.
“Is that what you said to me?”
“Hey, look at this guy. Then who would you do it to?”
“Ah, don’t get me wrong. I’m sure you heard me… … The young soldier, who looked the middle-aged man up and down, spoke slowly.
“I never thought you and the like would be able to say such a thing.”
“… … et cetera? talk?”
For a moment, the middle-aged man who was staring blankly at the young soldier burst into laughter.
“Follow me. Whoa, whoa, whoa! This guy has a knack for making people laugh rather than just looking at him.”
“That is very rare. In Gansuk, no one told me that I had such a talent.”
“Ahaha, what is your name?”
“I have no specific reason to tell you, and I have no intention of doing so. Now go on your way.”
“Your expression isn’t zero, did you even get scared?”
“Rather than that… Actually, talking to the likes of you is very unpleasant.”
“haha.”
The mouth was laughing out loud, but the middle-aged man’s eyes were shining eerily.
And at the moment when the muscles that were about to burst and the arms full of all kinds of scars were about to move, the young warrior suddenly opened his mouth.
“At that point, the new type of Do Sang-ho, a middle-aged man who heard the nickname of Blood Kon, flinched.
In addition, the Murim people who watched the confrontation between the two could not hide their surprise.
Since the information about blood knots is well known, it is not difficult to guess the identity of the middle-aged man by looking at his appearance and the red knot tied around his waist.
The biggest reason they were surprised was the young warrior’s attitude.
A kid dressed as a black dragon demon. His tone and attitude look down on the outstanding peak master, Hyolgon.
And what felt strange was the same for the party, Blood Gon.
“Did you know me…?”
“I heard. As far as the fact that there is a guy who will lick the hole under a beggar if you give him a hermit.”
Changed tone of voice and insulting words.
The young warrior continued his speech slowly, facing the blood-gon with his eyes widened in anger.
“After meeting you like this, it seems that what I heard is true.
my suggestion?”
“I’ll give you a hermit, so lick my instep. If you do, it will save your life.”
“This guy, how dare you!”
The new type of blood exhaustion trembled.
He is the pinnacle master with inaction that no one can ignore. I wanted to run right away and break that bastard’s head.
However, the four letters “Black Dragon Demon Gate” held him back.
Such a carefree attitude at such a young age. The intuition that if life and death continued like this, it would never be good made him hesitate.
“… … Shit.”
In the end, the young warrior grinned at the sight of bloody tiredness putting down the half-lifted bottle.
“It’s good that the hermit looks good. Is it your turn to lick my feet now?” “Bastard, can’t you shut up!” A cry filled with deep gongpower slammed all around.
The third-class Murim people, who were still at a low level of martial arts, groaned and took a step backwards, and the frightened civilians screamed.
In the midst of such extreme confusion, Blood Gon glared at the young warrior with bloodshot eyes.
“I don’t know how great you are, but you will always regret what happened today.”
The young warrior clicked his tongue lightly.
“You seem very angry. But I think it would be good to do that.”
“I, blood-thirsty Do Sang-ho! Even if grace is forgotten, resentment is not forgotten. Although I withdraw like this today, the next day I see you is your memorial day… … puck!
Blood splattered everywhere.
The young soldier sighed as he looked at the corpse of Blood Gon, whose head had been crushed and his breath had stopped.
“I tried not to see blood, but I should have held it in a little longer.”
When the hell did it appear?
The eight-year-old man who smashed the head of the bloody dragon with a huge bamboo pole answered in an incoherent voice.
“Dare, sosoju, insult. Belong, I will not put up with it.”
“Well, I’m sure it’s okay if it’s just a blood clot. What are you doing even if you call it a political faction?”
When the young warrior clicked his tongue, people who belatedly perceived the situation began to scatter in all directions with screams.
“Sah, the person is dead!”
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
“This crazy… … ?
The moment when the Murim people were also frozen in the sudden situation. A young soldier who noticed something over the fleeing people suddenly muttered.
“Yeah, I knew there would be trouble.”
At the end of his line of sight, a group of monks in yellow robes were approaching him.
