Episode 213. who killed whom?
Sugu Village is a small village with about 30 households, and there are no restaurants.
I had no choice but to get off the road and cook my own food to eat.
As soon as the chucks seed to be taking a break, the quick-witted rchants quickly stepped out.
Bonfires were lit everywhere and pots were hung.
Warm noodles are perfect for moving in winter.
rchants boiled and sold Suncheon-style Pyeonintang (similar to Sujebi), Shanseo-style Dosak-myeon, Sichuan-style Dandan-myeon, Henan-style Hoemyeon, and Hangzhou-style Pyeonacheon.
Uicheon swordsman Lee Ui-jeong, the master of Cheokma, did not particularly stop the rchants from doing business.
Rather, I thought that thanks to the rchants, I was enjoying an unsuitable luxury.
In fact, he bought and ate hoemyeon together with the scholars of the Cheongseongpa and Jeonjinpa.
Even though he is incapable of suffering from the cold, he felt much more comfortable when the warm soup ca in.
Wonyang Jin-in, a long-ti scholar of the Qingsheng sect, muttered while drinking the soup.
“This will be until the full-scale war begins, right? I’m a little sorry.”
rchant Mujong, a long-ti leader of the forward movent, responded with a smile.
“haha. Still, it seems that rchants will follow at least until Jeongju. Even that alone is sothing to be aware of. If you think of eating frozen dried rice in this cold weather. Ugh!”
Shaking his head excitedly, he diligently played with his hands again.
Belatedly, Baengnyeokdo Paeng Man-ho, the family head of Paengga, approached with a steaming pyeonin-tang in one hand.
He sat down beside Lee Eui-jung and said a word.
“It’s nice to be able to eat warm food, but I don’t know if this is okay.”
It is said that it should move secretly, but it is too revealing.
The rchant Mujong smiled and said.
“Even the enemies will know that the Justice League is in motion anyway. Only our course has to be revealed.”
“It sucks. I was afraid that it would be known by the rchants.”
“Even if it’s not the case, the lord told not to let the rchants leave the ranks until they arrive at Jeongju. For the ti being, they’re just like our group, so don’t worry too much about it.”
“ah! I’m relieved that you did. It’s still in Jiangsu, so it won’t be a big deal.”
Paeng Man-ho, who had been talking about worry, had a relaxed face.
Even if Luoyang and Xuzhou changed horses and ran nonstop, it would take five days.
An enormous distance that would take about twenty days or more if you were walking.
It’s not a situation where you can know each other’s movents like looking into the palm of your hand.
In fact, it was for that reason that the owner Lee Ui-jeong allowed the rchants to join.
It was still far from Luoyang, so it was considered safe.
That was sothing to think about again, at least after entering Henan.
After a hearty al, Cheokmadae moved again.
After getting out of the sugu village, the road turned around with a low cliff on the left.
If this place was near Jeongju, everyone might have been nervous.
However, no one thought of a surprise attack by the enemy in the distant Jiangsu Province.
The front-runners entered first, and after a while the main camp followed.
***
Namjikryeseong.
host.
Tiann Mountain.
At the end of the new hour (5 p.m.).
Three hundred and fifty Murim people walk the mountain path in an orderly manner.
They are the masters of the Myolsadae, with Mugeuk rchant, who is the greatest master in the world and a long-ti leader of the Hwasan faction.
Mugeuk rchant, a principleist, strictly forbade rchants to follow. Thanks to this, the discipline was upright, but the morale of the mbers was at rock bottom.
Pyeonun, a long-ti official of the communal faction, quietly spoke to the hard-faced martial artist.
“Daiju, isn’t this Tiann Mountain? There must be an Astronomical Apostle nearby that says, ‘Confucius polished his studies.’”
“Is that so.”
The Mugeuk rchant sighed indifferently.
He is one of the ten greatest masters in the world, but he is among the youngest because he is the sa age as the sword king, Namgung Byeok.
It is for this reason that Pyun-woon used Hao-che on him.
In fact, most of the masters were of the sa age as the Mugeuk rchants.
Geumhwa Seon-in, the judge of life and death, who was watching from the side, helped with a word.
“I didn’t know Tang Demon Sword Dou was interested in Confucius.”
“haha. What are you interested in? I just said it because I rembered sothing I picked up.”
“If it hadn’t been for the famous church, Bindo would have brought it to the Astronomical Temple. It’s a pity.”
Seon Geumhwa spoke as a greeting.
It is not easy to et Gongpa because it is located in Gansu Province, which is far away.
“Oops! Thank you for your words.”
Dang Se-ho approached the three masters as they were walking and chatting.
“Looks like we need to decide on a campsite before it gets dark. How about an astronor?”
When the story of the astronomical temple ca out, Seonin Geumhwa smiled and said.
“haha. We just talked about the Astronomical Temple. Did you hear?”
“….”
Dang Se-ho did not have a strong relationship with the masters, so he just straightened his beard.
People’s eyes turned to the Mugeuk rchant.
It was entirely up to him, the great owner, to decide on a campsite.
“The Astronor won’t be able to accommodate all of us. It doesn’t make sense if soone rests under a roof and soone stays in the shelter. Everyone will be holess.”
It’s a rather sensible decision.
Nonetheless, the other scholars and the Tang family accepted it kindly.
It’s because I don’t want to confront him over sothing trivial.
Although they are similar in age, he is definitely one of the greatest masters in the world.
If you get out of his eyes, you might not be able to get help in a dangerous mont.
Holess was imdiately delivered to the post-churning team at the forefront.
Cheok Hujo moved busily to find an open space where 350 people could stay.
Fortunately, the mountains were not steep, so we were able to decide on a campsite before sunset.
***
Temple on the east side of Tiann Mountain.
Three old n ard with swords sat in the middle of the shrine with a fire.
It is Baekduma Soldier of Myeong-gyo School, Evil Buddha, Bangcheongak, Honcheon Blood Ghost, Kang Sang-pi, and Honsei Sword Demon, Cheok Jin-gyeong.
Although there was a death squad right in front of them, they didn’t seem to care at all.
It is a place away from the path of the extinction zone, so it is resting in peace.
When the sun went down and it was dark, a person landed in front of the shrine.
It was Mu Yeong-gwi, the fourth chief of Eunhajang.
“Zhuangju’s death squad made a campsite on Mt. Tiann.”
Cheok Jin-gyeong, who was rubbing her palms in front of the fire, asked in surprise.
“Without going to the Astronomy?”
“yes.”
Bangcheongak shook his head and muttered to himself.
“Do it. It’s hard for Astronors to accommodate all of them. Still, it’s pitiful to be holess on the last night in this world. Wood Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva…”
Akbul Bangcheongak is the head priest of Sinwolsa Temple in Chengdu, Sichuan Province.
Because famous religions mixed Buddhism and Taoism, the chief priest did not give up chanting.
Kang Sang-pi then laughed.
“What’s so pitiful about calling this world a confession? If you send it quickly, you should be grateful.”
“That’s right, hao. Still, there is nothing wrong with having compassion for the target of killing.”
Befitting his nickna of Evil Buddha, Bangcheongak had a unique view of killing.
Chuck Jin-gyeong listened to Baekduma’s chatter and warned Mu Yeong-gwi.
“Mugeuk rchant is a naive guy, so he must be wary. Tell the guards to stay away from Tiann Mountain and keep an eye on them.”
“How long do I have to watch?”
“We decided to hit them before dawn. The other Twelve Horsen will put the disciples to bed early, so you should also get so sleep then.”
“Johnny.”
Muyounggwi disappeared from the spot like a ghost.
Soon after, the three Baekduma soldiers were arguing over who would advance in which direction.
***
Tiann Mountain.
Around the hour (3:00 am – 5:00 am).
When everyone was sleeping deeply, only the sound of the cold wind could be heard from ti to ti.
At that ti, about 300 people moved quietly in the faint moonlight.
they are famous
They approached the Myolsadae from three directions in the shape of the character Pumja.
Is it because of the relief of being a male?
Or was it because he was tired from the arduous march?
The ten samurai who had to stand in line sat around the campfire and dozed off.
Thanks to this, the celebrities were able to approach without fuss up to a distance of five chapters (about 15 ters).
I guess there is such a thing as instinct though.
One of the pupils of Uicheonmun, who had been dozing off, opened his eyes in surprise.
A startled cry escaped his lips as he looked around with stiff eyes.
“Who are you!”
In an instant, the famous cultists who had been silently approaching like cats ran like mad cows.
“Kill!”
“die!”
Celebrities crouched down and cut the necks of the sleeping mbers of the Myolsa Corps.
Still, the distance of five chapters saved countless people.
Quite a few unmanned soldiers shouted ‘Who are you!’ and at the sa ti picked up weapons and jumped up.
It was as if the beehive had been stabbed with a knife.
The famous cultists pushed the death squad from three sides so that they would not get entangled with each other.
As a result, the damage to the death squad was even greater.
Maybe an hour (15 minutes) has passed?
Abigyuhwan’s turmoil was short-lived, and the fight entered a calming phase little by little.
Because the Myolsadae was so elite, the famous religion could no longer drive the opponent.
Even so, it was a terrible damage from the point of view of the death squad.
This is why as many as a hundred people died in a fight that would have saved even ten people if they had fought head-on.
Fighting is breathing and montum.
The fierce sword fighting between the Mugeuk rchant and the three hundred demons stopped for a mont.
The rchant Mugeuk, who was breathing heavily, shouted to Cheok Jin-gyeong, the Honsei Swordsman.
“Chuck Jin-kyung! How dare you appear before ! Today I will definitely take your neck!”
Chuck Jin-kyung avoided himself during the past Green Forest Samjon days.
But now, when he showed up brazenly and killed the death squad, the fire soared.
Then, Bang Cheon-gak and Kang Sang-pi, who were on the left and right of the Mugeuk rchant, laughed and mocked.
“What white noise! You stinking guru! Who is killing whom now?”
“haha! Thunder-naked guy! Do you think your threat will work right here and now! Do you not understand the situation when people around you praise you as a master? Take good care of your neck! You sick bastard!”
The Mugeuk rchant trembled at the ridicule of the two demons.
From a young age, he was treated as a mber of the Volcano School, and finally beca a long-ti writer and rose to the top ten masters.
Until now, no Madou had ever said such a cruel thing to himself!
“Because they are like these reckless Madou…”
The Mugeuk rchant, who had been an orphan in the Volcano School all his life, couldn’t bear to spit out the six letters.
I wanted to cut my throat with a single knife, but it wasn’t as easy as I thought.
Cheok Jin-gyeong, of course, was never below his own.
If their herbivores had been a little more subtle, they would have already collapsed.
“Are all of you Baekdu Demon Army!”
Cheok Jin-kyung replied with a smirk.
“Go in front of King Yeomra and ask him. Who is it that sent you there?”
On the other hand, Pyeonun, a master of the communal faction, and Seho Dang, a master of the Dangga family, a master of Geumhwa, a master of fortune-telling, were also engaged in a close battle with the Twelve Horsen.
Their fight was truly one-of-a-kind.
Mussang-gwi, Mu-young-gwi, and the cold-blooded mage Tae Kyung-rim from the Transcendence Lodge were not inferior to the long-ti masters of Chilpaimun.
In particular, Dang Se-ho’s opponent, Tae Kyung-rim, was a madu who had been known as the best master in Xi’an a long ti ago.
It was never an easy opponent for Dang Se-ho, who focused on poison and morization rather than martial arts.
If it wasn’t for the pinnacle of morization, Dang Se-ho would have collapsed already.
Chow ah-.
Dang Se-ho, who threw a handful of morized words and stepped back, heard a series of screams in his ears.
“Ahh!”
“evil!”
I turned around in surprise and saw that soone was ruthlessly killing the disciples of the Tang family.
It was clear that the pottery sticking out from the end of the Bakdo was another Twelve Horsen.
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