In most sects, they speak in a commanding tone to the ronin they have hired, even if it is to establish a hierarchical order of command. However, Zhong Liguan's attitude towards Gwak No was not like that. Not only that, but did he even know what he was doing!
"I'm sorry that I couldn't recognize you even though I have eyes. We are the people of Tianlian sent by the Six Orthodox Heavens. This body is called Mu Yanchou, and the children over there are the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage that the Six Orthodox Heavens are teaching with all their heart."
Mu Yanchou took a few steps towards Gwak No, clasped his hands, and revealed his identity.
Even the experienced Gwak No, who had wandered the martial world for a long ti, did not know what to do in this situation, so he just clasped his hands back in a daze and looked at Zhong Liguan.
"Ha! Really!"
Zhong Liguan, who had sighed, shook his head and stood in front of Gwak No.
"That's enough. Please stop and leave."
"They say a needle in a pouch will eventually stick out. Do you think you can hide it by covering it up and hushing it like that?"
"It's not like that, so I'm telling you to take everyone and go. What is all this? Why are you taking out other people's things so carelessly?"
"Ah, I ordered it. Since the ronin are only twenty, what help would they be? If there is a penalty, I will pay for it all, so don't worry."
The Zhao Family Master interjected.
"There is no reason to fire the ronin, whether there is a penalty or not."
"Since the tent is so small, shouldn't we at least send out the ronin?"
"Ah, really! You damn bastard!"
"......!"
"Who gave you the right to send out our family! Who are you!"
"H-hey...!"
The Zhao Family Master was flustered by the appearance of Zhong Liguan, who was just letting it all out because he was so angry, and he looked back at Mu Yanchou and the Qingfeng Sect Master.
But the two could not carelessly interfere because they were watching the face of Gwak No, who was standing awkwardly behind Zhong Liguan.
It was at this ti that the ronin and the martial artists of Yifeng Hall, who had gone to the back mountain to train, were returning.
"Huh! What! Why are our things outside?"
"What's going on?"
"And who are those people?"
The ronin ran towards their luggage, which was thrown outside as if it had been abandoned, and the martial artists of Yifeng Hall flocked to Zhong Liguan's side, wondering what was going on.
Zhong Liguan, with a face that said it was a good thing, told one of the martial artists of Yifeng Hall to go and bring the master.
"Hey. If you have eyes, look at the numbers. The ronin are all there, and we have nearly a hundred people, including this hall, the Qingfeng Sect, and the young heroes of the Divine Martial Stage. If we just send out the ronin, everything will be solved. Surely we are not worse than those ronin?"
"Does the Zhao Family Master throw away my family just because soone else's rice cake looks bigger?"
"What kind of analogy is that. Are those wandering ronin and the martial artists of this hall the sa?"
"Don't look down on the ronin. These friends are not just ronin, they are the Gale Squad. I an, the Gale Squad of Yifeng Hall."
The mont Zhong Liguan said 'Gale Squad', a snort was heard from one side.
Zhong Liguan, who had been barely suppressing his extre anger, reflexively roared.
"Who is it!"
"Well, I'm sorry. I have a habit of snorting without realizing it when I'm annoyed, so it happened. Did you ask who I am? Compared to Yifeng Hall or the Gale Squad, I'm such a lowly person that you wouldn't know even if I told you. I am Peng Wuji of the Hebei Peng Family."
A man with a sturdy build said from the front of the Divine Martial Stage.
Although his tone was polite, the content was full of ridicule.
If it was the Peng Family, they were the hegemons of the land of Hebei.
How could Zhong Liguan not know that they were a prestigious family that had not stepped down from the position of a family that shook the world for a long ti? The giant martial family that Yifeng Hall could not even dare to look at was the Peng Family of the land of Hebei.
Zhong Liguan could not say anything.
Since he had only dealt with the Zhao Family and the Qingfeng Sect, he had not properly felt the presence of the Divine Martial Stage, but when he heard the na 'Peng Family', his heart grew cold.
'The Divine Martial Stage... most of them were said to be the rising stars of the prestigious sects of the world.'
When the surprised Zhong Liguan could not open his mouth, a ridicule deepened on Peng Wuji's lips.
"Why are you speechless?"
"Does the Peng Family teach you to treat people carelessly with your own strength and the power of your family?"
Yu Bicheon's voice was heard.
Zhong Liguan made a relieved face and felt relieved.
"How could that be? And the person who spoke carelessly with the reputation of Yifeng Hall and the Gale Squad was that person."
"So, what did he say carelessly?"
Yu Bicheon, who had approached, asked, staring with cold eyes.
"No matter how well you package a ronin, in the end, he is just a ronin. But he said that such a ronin was a more important existence than us of Tianlian, which was founded by the Six Orthodox Heavens, and even the long-standing prestigious families of Guiyang, the Zhao Family and the Qingfeng Sect."
"It's important, that's right."
"......!"
"You must have seen with your eyes and heard with your ears. We were abandoned as bait by those great nas you ntioned. The people who stayed by our side until the end and fought with us are those ronin you look down on so much. So to us, they are a more important existence than any other people. Although their martial arts may not reach yours, the loyalty they have shown was truly great."
"For the great cause, sacrifice is sotis inevitable."
"Let's see if you can say that when you beco the target of such a sacrifice."
"For the great cause of the world, I would not refuse even hell!"
"That's great. You live like that. We, the lowly, will live together in our own way."
Yu Bicheon turned his gaze from Peng Wuji to the other people, as if further conversation was aningless.
Although Mu Yanchou tried to open his mouth, he did not even give him a glance and then turned his gaze to the masters of Yifeng Hall.
"It doesn't seem right to let the Gale Squad, who are one family, continue to live in such barracks, what do you all think?"
"There is enough space in our quarters."
"If the master allows it, we would like to live together."
It was not just the people who had spoken.
All the other masters nodded their heads as one.
"Your quarters are yours. If you are okay with it, then that's fine."
When Yu Bicheon nodded his head, the martial artists of Yifeng Hall ran towards the ronin.
"Didn't you hear? Hurry and pack your things."
"Since we are comrades who have shared life and death, we should also share food and lodging."
The ronin of the Gale Squad packed their things in a daze and then headed to the quarters of the martial artists of Yifeng Hall with them.
Cho Myung and the others, who had nothing much to pack, followed at the end with Gwak No.
Mu Yanchou and the others could not take their eyes off Gwak No.
Because they still thought that he was the master who was helping Yifeng Hall. Finally, Yu Bicheon turned around with a cold expression with Zhong Liguan. When the people of Yifeng Hall went inside like that, the Qingfeng Sect Master got angry.
"This is really too much! Great hero Mu, let's just go! I don't want to be in this dirty place for even a mont."
"It's not sothing to just get angry about."
The Zhao Family Master said cautiously, watching Mu Yanchou's reaction.
"Are you saying you're not angry, Master Zhao?"
"I am angry. But if we go back like this, is there a solution? Since we have even killed the left guardian of the Heaven of Killing Emperors, we don't know what they will do, what are we going to do?"
"Since Yifeng Hall killed him, they will attack this place... That's right. Why did I only think of that now?"
The Qingfeng Sect Master, who had nodded his head greatly even though he had said it himself, looked back and forth between the Zhao Family Master and Mu Yanchou.
"Isn't that right. Not only did they kill the leader of the Hundred Kill Group and the left guardian, but they also put up a poster like that, so how great must the anger of the Heaven of Killing Emperors be towards Yifeng Hall."
"Now that I hear it, that's right."
"That's right, isn't it? Even I would sweep away Yifeng Hall first and then deal with us. What do you think, great hero Mu?"
That's right.
There is no sect in the martial world that would just stand by after having its pride trampled on.
Especially if it was a huge sect like the Heaven of Killing Emperors, it was even more so.
'Great Hero Yu, the situation has beco strange, but anyway, you should have asked for my and the Divine Martial Stage's cooperation. Let's see how long you can last with just that old man.'
Mu Yanchou, who had sneered inwardly like that, turned around, creating a cold wind.
"Let's go. From now on, we will never set foot in this place."
***
"Is it true? Even Guardian Zuo is dead?"
The bewildered vice leader of the Hundred Kill Group.
For the ti being, he would have to lead all the affairs himself.
The only good thing was that he did not have to worry about what to do in the future. The image of Zuo Zimu, who was roaring, clearly ca to his mind.
- You stupid brat! If I can foresee such a thing, don't you think the alliance leader also knows! Since the plan was made with that in mind from the beginning, even if I don't co back in the worst-case scenario, don't use your stone head and just do as you're told. Got it?
It was an order to just keep harassing the Zhao Family's side.
***
"I'm not trying to give you a hard ti, so don't misunderstand and listen. It really slls a lot. Since there are spare martial arts clothes in this hall, I'll give them to you. So wash the ones you were carrying and keep them separately."
"If there's a lot of laundry, I'll help."
"Ah, leave out. The thing I hate the most is doing laundry. Instead, I'll put up an extra clothesline."
Although it was good that the martial artists of Yifeng Hall had accepted the Gale Squad into their quarters, when they actually let them in, there was a sll.
It was a sll that had seeped in from a long life as a ronin and a musty sll from living in a shabby barrack.
The embarrassed ronin did as they were told, knowing that the martial artists of Yifeng Hall were not really trying to give them a hard ti.
They took off all their clothes, changed, and ran to the stream with a bundle of laundry.
Since it was just the beginning of spring, the water was quite cold, but everyone did their laundry with a pleasant face.
When the people who were waiting for their turn to do the laundry gathered dry branches and lit a bonfire, everyone gathered there.
"Shall we just settle down here for good?"
"Huh? I was thinking the sa thing, if it's really possible, I'd like to. Because it's the first ti I've been to a place that acknowledges us like Yifeng Hall."
"You idiots! They didn't acknowledge us, they acknowledged young hero Ban!"
"That's right. But I don't know if I'm mistaken, but it seed that the master and everyone else took it quite well that we stayed until the end."
"It wasn't just you. I felt that way too."
" too."
"That may be so, but in the end, it's all possible because of young hero Ban. In other words, if young hero Ban leaves this place, our treatnt will also go back to where it was."
There were no more words.
Because their thoughts had beco complicated.
While everyone was silent like that, Cho Myung approached.
He sat down on one side and watched them do the laundry.
"What are you looking at?"
A ronin nad Jang Yong, who had beco close to him, asked in a loud voice.
"I think I'll have to wash these clothes later too, so I'm trying to learn."
"Ah, co to think of it, you don't have any luggage, so you only have the clothes you're wearing?"
"Yes."
"Then why don't you buy new ones?"
"It's sothing my master left , so I like these clothes."
At Cho Myung's answer, everyone looked at him as if he were amazing.
To think that such a great master would cherish the clothes his master had left him and would wash them himself. They were faces that wanted to say sothing in praise, saying it was great.
"It seems to be torn in a few places, shouldn't you nd it?"
"Yes. I should, but I don't know how to nd."
There were a few places that had been torn by Zuo Zimu's hidden weapons.
Cho Myung looked at his clothes and made a dejected face.
"Does anyone have a needle and thread?"
"I have them."
"Can you bring them?"
"Of course. I'll be right back."
A ronin who was doing the laundry quickly ran towards the quarters. Jang Yong, who had watched the scene, turned to Cho Myung again.
"Young hero Ban, if you don't mind, please co this way."
"Yes."
Cho Myung jumped like a child and ran to the place where the bonfire was lit.
"Oh my, it's quite torn."
"Yes. I couldn't avoid all the hidden weapons that the old man nad Zuo Zimu had thrown."
"Are you hurt anywhere? Assassins sotis put poison on their hidden weapons..."
Jang Yong, who was making a worried face.
Cho Myung, who liked the sight of him worrying, grinned.
"Yes. I'm not hurt at all."
"That's a relief."
While Jang Yong was relieved, the ronin who had gone to get a needle and thread returned.
"Here you go."
"Ah, thank you."
"Don't ntion it, shall I nd it for you?"
"I also know how to do it, so you just finish your laundry, brother Gam."
"Ah, I see."
Jang Yong took the needle and thread and stood close to Cho Myung.
"Before you nd, you have to thread the needle first."
Jang Yong started from threading the needle and then taught him in detail how to nd the torn part.
Although it would not be as great as the craftsn of a tailor shop who only did sewing, since it was a skill he had acquired by nding his own clothes while wandering as a ronin for a long ti, it was quite seamless.
"Wow, that's really great. Thank you."
"Oh my! I don't know what to do after hearing such a thing from young hero Ban."
"Why ?"
"When everyone becos a master like young hero Ban, they're busy putting on airs."
"Airs?"
"I an, swaggering and looking down on people."
"That's a bad thing. I don't like that."
"I see."
Jang Yong smiled.
But he did not believe Cho Myung's words at face value.
Just as the scenery you see changes when the place you stand changes, people change according to their environnt and circumstances.
'Well, there are exceptions everywhere, so I hope young hero Ban is that exception.'
Jang Yong smiled again.
It was a smile full of expectation. Since it had been a series of surprises for the past few days, he sohow ca to expect sothing when he saw Cho Myung.
(End of Chapter)
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