Kang Sogun went to a place where stalls selling incense sticks were gathered. After wandering among the stalls for a while, Kang Sogun suddenly stopped his steps.
The incense stick that Kang Sogun had picked up had the words "Sun Moon New" written on it.
"Is there no incense stick with the words 'Sun Moon New Light' engraved on it?"
"Ah, there's just one left, shall I give it to you?"
The person selling the incense sticks took out an incense stick with the words "Sun Moon New Light" written on it from under the stand.
Kang Sogun bought the incense stick and placed it on the incense burner on the east side of the Eight-Phased Pagoda.
"Young Master Kang, what wish did you make?"
Namgung Ryeong approached and asked.
"Do I have to make a wish?"
"I told you. If you make a wish at the Eight-Phased Pagoda, it will co true."
Kang Sogun looked around at the people who were putting their hands together and bowing their waists repeatedly around the Eight-Phased Pagoda.
"I have no wish, but if you have one, Miss Namgung, please make it."
"Yes? No, who would make a wish on soone else's incense stick..."
Kang Sogun did not even listen to all of Namgung Ryeong's words and ca out of the Eight-Phased Pagoda. A roadside teahouse was visible at the bottom of the road.
Kang Sogun headed for the teahouse.
'That person doesn't even think about the intentions of his companion.'
Namgung Wu also grumbled to himself towards Kang Sogun, who had gone to the teahouse without even asking a word, but he pulled Namgung Ryeong and followed.
Since they had accompanied him, he was going to try to talk a little more. But Kang Sogun ordered tea and then closed his eyes.
In fact, Kang Sogun was at a loss as to what to do with the Namgung siblings.
Since they had guided him, he had wanted to thank them and part ways, but they kept following.
As Shangguan Qingyou had told him, he had lit the Sun Moon New Light incense stick at the Eight-Phased Pagoda, so the Great Righteous Martial Hall would soon co.
He had to send the Namgung siblings away quickly, but they kept sticking to him without a clue.
Namgung Ryeong's face was full of dissatisfaction.
After accompanying him for a while, her fear of Kang Sogun had disappeared. She had instinctively felt that he was not a dangerous person.
Then her usual personality ca out.
"Hmph! A refined great demon who enjoys tea, it really doesn't suit you, does it? Shouldn't you order a whole jug of strong liquor and gulp it down, gulp, gulp! Isn't that how it should be?"
Namgung Wu, who was drinking tea, almost spat it out.
-Cough, cough!
Namgung Wu, who had choked, coughed repeatedly.
Namgung Ryeong shouted to the owner.
"Owner, a jug of strong liquor here!"
A middle-aged man with a turban on his head approached and said.
"Miss. This is a teahouse. We do not sell alcohol."
"Huh? No alcohol?"
Namgung Ryeong looked around the shop and then frowned. Everyone was looking at her.
They were surprised that a woman who had just shed her girlishness had boldly shouted for a jug of strong liquor.
But seeing the sword at her side, they soon nodded. It was because among the won of the martial world, there were rare heavy drinkers, so they thought it so.
"You, you! Let's go! Get up!"
Namgung Wu grabbed his tomboyish younger sister and cupped his fists to Kang Sogun.
"We must be going now."
Kang Sogun, as if he had been waiting, opened his eyes, stood up, and perford the proper etiquette.
"Go in peace."
"What? You just told us the way..."
As Namgung Ryeong was about to say, "Are you ignoring people like this," Kang Sogun said to the owner.
"I will pay for these people's tea."
Then he looked at her with a "Is that enough?" look and sat back down.
Namgung Wu forcibly pulled the fuming Namgung Ryeong and ca out of the teahouse.
Namgung Ryeong pointed a finger at the roadside teahouse.
"Hmph! Is being a master everything? To ignore the Namgung family! Am I a guide?"
"Who said they ignored the Namgung family? Weren't you the one who offered to guide them in the first place?"
"But this is not right. 'Thank you, let's have a drink later,' isn't that the loyalty of the martial world? Ah! The loyalty of the martial world has fallen to the ground!"
"Shh! Shh! Don't make a scene on the street. I'm so embarrassed that I can't walk with you!"
Namgung Wu, while pulling Namgung Ryeong, stealthily looked at Kang Sogun who was sitting at the roadside teahouse.
'He's waiting for soone. That incense stick was a signal.'
Namgung Wu, who had been sitting at the teahouse, had belatedly realized that Kang Sogun was waiting for soone.
If it had been normal, he would have realized it earlier, but he had also been so engrossed in Kang Sogun's every move that he had only realized it later.
So he had appropriately stepped aside.
'Who on earth is he eting?'
Namgung Wu had chided Namgung Ryeong, saying that curiosity brings disaster. Knowing and doing were different, and Namgung Wu was not yet old enough to do what he knew. He was also curious about Kang Sogun's whereabouts.
Namgung Wu gestured to one side. One of the martial artists of the Namgung family who had been secretly following them ca.
"Find out who that person is eting from a distance. You must not get close. He is a trendous master and will notice right away."
The martial artist bowed his head and disappeared.
***
"Wait a minute."
As the mountain path turned, five people were standing there.
Jang Mugang, who was in the lead, tilted his head.
"This is not a place where bandits would appear."
"Anyway, they have appeared. Let's quickly take care of them and go on our way."
As Sim Mabaek was about to draw the spear tied to the side of his horse, Jang Mugang stopped him.
"No. Let's first try to pass as we are disguised."
The Three Tigers of Shandong were disguised as peddlers. Their three horses were heavily loaded with goods.
Jungrang and Yeon Hwasim were wearing the clothes of ronin martial artists and were playing the role of guards. The two were wearing bamboo hats and face veils.
rchants who did not have the money to hire an escort agency would often hire ronin as guards and travel.
Of course, since there was nothing to gain from robbing such rchants, the bandits would also take a reasonable toll and let them go.
"What are you doing, not coming quickly?"
As Yeon Hwasim's party stopped on the mountain path and did not approach, the stout man in front swung his large saber and called.
Jang Mugang reluctantly went forward and said.
"I had not heard that there was a mountain fortress here. Which mountain fortress's brothers are you?"
"We have newly opened a mountain fortress. Is that enough? You're a talkative bastard."
The stout man, who was approaching with a large saber slung over his shoulder, looked as if being a bandit was his true calling, from his ssy beard and behavior.
"Ah, I see. I did not know. Since you have newly opened a mountain fortress, I must give you a hefty toll."
Jang Mugang took out a small money pouch that he had prepared for such occasions from his bosom.
"Hahaha, a bastard who speaks sense."
In the anti, the other bastards were also approaching.
-There is an ambush on both sides.
Jungrang's telepathic ssage pierced Jang Mugang's ear.
'Jungrang's martial arts have improved a lot.'
Jang Mugang also knew that there was an ambush on both slopes and had intended to pay the toll and pass.
Even if dozens of bandits were to rush at them, the five of Jang Mugang's party, who had been through thick and thin, would be able to handle them.
But he did not want to cause unnecessary bloodshed.
Jang Mugang stood at a distance of ten feet and threw the money pouch.
The stout man snatched the money pouch, opened it, and then clicked his tongue.
"Tsk, tsk, what is this."
At the bandit's words, Jang Mugang frowned. The money in the money pouch was an amount that could pass through a decent Green Forest mountain fortress.
It was excessive for a naless bandit, but now he was asking for more.
The stout man put the money pouch in his bosom and looked at Yeon Hwasim.
"Money is money, but... you, take off your face veil."
The bandits behind him smiled sinisterly.
"This person is a guard martial artist. I do not want to start an unnecessary fight."
"Hehe. We are the Twin Heroes of Mount Zeng. Let's see each other's faces and introduce ourselves as fellow heroes of the martial world."
Jang Mugang frowned.
It seed that the bastards called the Twin Heroes of Mount Zeng or whatever had skills that made them not even care about a ronin guard. Or perhaps they were coming out, trusting in their numbers.
'This is really a headache.'
Jang Mugang smacked his lips.
"You bastards, the stupid ones always go the way of death. It would have been fine if you had just taken the money and gotten lost."
Sim Mabaek grumbled. Having recovered from his internal injuries, his body was itching.
"Older brother, look. It's clear at a glance that they are bastards who don't speak sense."
He had wanted to have a brawl anyway, and for the bandits to co out and ask to be caught, he could not help but be happy.
"What? Are these bastards crazy?'
The Twin Heroes of Mount Zeng trusted the subordinates they had ambushed on both sides.
Overwhelming numbers.
There is no champion in a group fight. Of course, that was a saying that only worked in the Green Forest mountain fortress where they had lived.
It did not work on Jang Mugang, Jungrang, and the others, but they did not have the insight to recognize that.
"I will take the five in front. You, older brother, and Eunghwan take the left, and you, younger brother Jungrang, and Miss Yeon take the right."
"Wait."
Jang Mugang stepped forward to try to persuade him one more ti.
"Greed..."
As Jang Mugang was about to open his mouth, the sound of horse hooves was heard from the mountain path.
-Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Three people ca riding on horses. The huge, handso horses were as fast as arrows.
The person riding in front was a young master in splendid clothes.
The young master reached the front of the bandits and Jang Mugang's party in an instant and then stopped his horse.
"What are you?"
The young master asked. The bandits' gazes were fixed on the chests of the martial artists next to the young master.
"Hah! The Heavenly Martial Faction?"
No matter how much they were village bandits, they knew what kind of place the Heavenly Martial Faction was. The Twin Heroes of Mount Zeng were startled.
Jang Mugang's party was also inwardly surprised and avoided their gazes.
"These things, aren't they bandits?"
The young master frowned as if he were inwardly contemptuous and then said to the martial artist next to him.
"Great Warrior Chu, kill them all."
"I understand. Second Young Master."
At the young master's words, the bandits all raised their sabers.
"Don't worry. There are only two proper ones. Everyone, kill those bastards first!"
The stout man pointed at the martial artists of the Heavenly Martial Faction with his large saber.
"Waaah!"
With shouts from both sides, dozens of bandits poured out.
"Well, well? They're doing all sorts of things."
The young master snorted as if he were not even amused.
The one called Great Warrior Chu and the martial artist next to him threw themselves from their horses as they were.
-Slice!
Great Warrior Chu threw himself forward, drew his saber, and swung it horizontally. A trendous saber qi gushed out and ford a semicircular qi wave.
"Aargh!"
Three of the bandits in front could not block it and were killed with one sword.
"Kuh!"
Only the two called the Twin Heroes of Mount Zeng swung their sabers wildly and resolved Great Warrior Chu's saber qi. They had at least one move.
The martial artist who was flying towards the ambush was using a sword, and he swung his sword in all directions in the air.
-Thwack!
Sharp sword qi scattered and pierced the bandits who were rushing out.
They had just opened a mountain fortress, and they were truly a disorderly mob.
"How dare you oppose the Heavenly Martial Faction! You should know that you will be buried here today!"
The second young master of the Heavenly Martial Faction, Gu Yangsu, shouted from his horse.
The bandits who were ambushing on both sides were shocked at the words "Heavenly Martial Faction." They had not even known who their enemy was.
"It's the Heavenly Martial Faction!"
"Run away!"
They all threw away their weapons and scattered in all directions.
Great Warrior Chu and the other martial artist did not chase the enemy.
"Great Warrior Chu, what are you doing?"
Gu Yangsu asked Great Warrior Chu, who was walking back with a weary gait.
"They are not even worthy of being called bandits."
"Oh dear, that's why they say Great Warrior Chu is soft."
A flash of light shone in Gu Yangsu's eyes, and two daggers flew.
-Swish!
The daggers flew for about ten feet and were embedded in the backs of the Twin Heroes of Mount Zeng, who were just about to enter the forest.
"Kuh!"
"Kuh!"
The Twin Heroes of Mount Zeng fell forward as they were.
Wi Eunghwan's eyebrows twitched. Wi Eunghwan, who specialized in hidden weapons, was surprised by Gu Yangsu's technique.
Gu Yangsu's physique was not large. Rather, he had a slightly small feeling.
But to have thrown daggers for about ten feet and to have killed the enemy instantly.
It was an amazing dagger art.
"Shouldn't you at least kill the leaders?"
"I do not chase a fleeing enemy."
"Oh my. You're a frustrating person."
Gu Yangsu clicked his tongue.
"If those leader bastards go back, they will gather a disorderly mob again and will commit banditry, and then people like these will suffer."
Gu Yangsu said, looking back at Jang Mugang's party.
(End of Chapter)
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