"A thorn stuck in the fingertip?"
Lee Cheonggang tilted his head. However, it did not take long to figure out the aning. There were not many thorns stuck in his fingertips right now, and among them, there was only one that had to be pulled out imdiately. Lee Cheonggang's face brightened.
"Is there a way?"
"Isn't it that a way can be made? But..."
"But?"
"It seems to be stuck deeper than I thought, so I might have to cut so flesh."
At Seomun Gyeong's words, Lee Cheonggang's face brightened even more.
"Of course. We have to cut it."
It might hurt a little and maybe even bleed. But it was much better than the wound festering and the flesh rotting. He wouldn't be able to use his injured finger for a while, but he could use his other fingers during that ti. Rather, that was much more convenient.
"What should I do?"
"Not right now, I'll send a ssage separately later."
Lee Cheonggang nodded with a still bright face.
"I'll be waiting."
***
As the presence of Lee Cheonggang and Seomun Gyeong faded, So Moogyeol yawned and sat up.
"Haam."
As if he hadn't woken up properly, tears welled up. He forced his dazed eyes to blink, but it was not a sleep that would easily go away. So Moogyeol raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Only then did his mind finally return.
"One is Elder Lee Cheonggang... who's the other one?"
Lee Cheonggang's voice was familiar, so it was not difficult to recognize. On the other hand, the other person's voice was unfamiliar. Even after taking out all the voices he rembered and comparing them, there was nothing that seed to be it.
As things did not go as he wanted, So Moogyeol scratched his head with an annoyed face.
"Aish. It's crazy to rember all those voices."
If it was the Thousand Li Unit's head, Wang Pal, he might rember. It was because Wang Pal, as So Moogyeol thought, was definitely not in his right mind.
"By the way... what thorn are they going to pull out?"
It would be convenient for both if they just said it outright, but those guys always had to say things in a roundabout way.
So Moogyeol, who was pouting his lips as if he was annoyed, soon shook his head.
"Aish, I don't know. If I tell my master later, he'll take care of it."
And then, he lay down on the floor again.
"Ah, this is good."
He felt good at the leisure he was feeling for the first ti in a while. The musty sll of books, which he would have hated on a normal day, was not very botherso. The drowsy feeling made him feel like his eyes would close on their own. However, So Moogyeol could not easily close his eyes.
"I'm hungry."
This was the problem when you woke up in the middle of the night. He couldn't even sleep like this. He had to appease his hungry stomach.
In the end, So Moogyeol had no choice but to groan and raise his heavy body again.
***
In Woonhyun's room late at night, Woonhyun, Zhuge Yeon, Cheon Youngyoung, and Tang Somun, who were sitting around a table in the center, all sighed deeply without missing a single one.
"Tomorrow is the last day..."
As Woonhyun said, tomorrow was the day of the half-month that Moyong Gi had ntioned. It was the last day to catch So Moogyeol. However, far from catching So Moogyeol, they hadn't even seen a glimpse of him. At this rate, it was confird that their training ti would double. Their vision went dark.
Woonhyun, out of frustration, muttered without realizing it.
"Aish. Should I just run away too?"
Cheon Youngyoung, who was next to him, glared.
"Are you saying that as if it makes sense now? You're talking nonsense."
"Why doesn't it make sense? Do you think I can't do it?"
"Are you Moogyeol? What are you going to do?"
"Is there a law that only Moogyeol can run away? No. If that guy can run away, why can't I?"
"As if. Do you know Kaifeng? You'll be caught in less than a day if you go..."
Tang Somun, who was watching, waved his hand.
"Stop it. Why do you guys fight whenever you et?"
"It's because he keeps picking a fight."
"It's because he keeps talking nonsense."
As the two of them turned around at the sa ti with their eyes wide open, Tang Somun had a headache.
"I said stop it. That's not what's important now."
"Then what's important? Whenever we say sothing, they say it's not important."
Woonhyun grumbled with a dissatisfied face.
At that frivolous appearance, Tang Somun's brow furrowed, and he looked back at Zhuge Yeon.
"What should we do now?"
"Th-that's..."
Zhuge Yeon trailed off with a hesitant face.
It was a face that had completely lost its confidence. It was perhaps natural since the result was not good even though she had insisted on her own opinion and wandered around the Orthodox Justice Alliance.
"Haa..."
Tang Somun let out a sigh without realizing it. Although they all lacked experience in the martial world, they relied on Zhuge Yeon because she was at least quick-witted. But if even Zhuge Yeon was like that, there was no answer. His head throbbed.
As Tang Somun quietly raised his hand and pressed his temples, Woonhyun shot up from his seat.
"Why you again?"
"What do you an, why? Because I'm hungry. Let's eat sothing and then do it."
They hadn't even had a proper dinner because they were looking for So Moogyeol. Tang Somun was also hungry.
"Is there a place to eat now?"
It was quite late. The dining hall of the Dragon and Phoenix Inn had been closed for a long ti, and even if they left the Orthodox Justice Alliance, it was doubtful if there would be a restaurant open at this hour. Even if there was, it would be difficult for them, who were not familiar with Kaifeng, to find it. However, Woonhyun also had sothing in mind.
"Wouldn't the restaurant in the outer courtyard be open?"
The Orthodox Justice Alliance was strictly guarded day and night. It was because there were many important people to protect. It was plausible that there would be at least one restaurant for the martial artists who were on duty at night.
Cheon Youngyoung looked at Woonhyun with a surprised face.
"What's with you? You're even thinking of sothing like that."
At the unnecessary scolding, Woonhyun's face contorted. Before another fight could break out, Tang Somun quickly intervened between the two.
"Let's go. I'm hungry too."
Woonhyun glared at Cheon Youngyoung and then finally turned his body.
Cheon Youngyoung, who was watching that, nudged Zhuge Yeon.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going?"
"I have sothing to think about..."
Cheon Youngyoung snatched Zhuge Yeon's wrist.
"Eat and then do it. You have to eat to use your head or your strength, right?"
"Ah. I really have to think..."
Although Zhuge Yeon was in a difficult position, she did not refuse Cheon Youngyoung's hand.
A smile appeared on Cheon Youngyoung's lips without her realizing it. It was because the situation where she, who was always dragged around by Baek Unseol, was leading Zhuge Yeon was interesting. However, as Woonhyun looked back, she quickly erased the smile from her lips.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and co."
"I'm going even if you don't say so."
At Cheon Youngyoung's snappy reply, Woonhyun pouted his lips, but as if he had no intention of fighting further, he shut his mouth.
The group, who had strode towards the outer courtyard like that, was able to find a brightly lit restaurant after wandering for a long ti.
"I was right, wasn't I? It's open over there."
Woonhyun's face brightened. Tang Somun nodded.
"That's right. Let's hurry up and go."
However, there was no need for Tang Somun to add an unnecessary word. It was because Woonhyun, who had already gone ahead, had flung open the door of the restaurant.
"Food. Huh?"
Woonhyun, whose face was brightly lit, hardened in an instant.
"Why are you... huh?"
Tang Somun, who was following behind, also froze.
"Why are you guys like that? Huh? It's Moogyeol."
Cheon Youngyoung's eyes widened. A belated look of delight appeared on Zhuge Yeon's face, who had been hesitating.
"I was right, wasn't I? I told you he would be in the Orthodox Justice Alliance."
So Moogyeol's face, who was staring blankly with a spoon in his mouth, contorted in an instant.
"Aish!"
And then, he kicked his seat.
Sparks flew from Woonhyun's eyes.
"So Moogyeol, you bastard! Don't you dare stand there!"
***
After a round of dueling, his whole body was covered in sweat. It would have been bearable if a cool breeze had blown, but in the sweltering midsumr weather, the sticky feeling doubled the unpleasantness. Jongri Hye looked at Joo Jinsung with a face full of frowns. It was because it was a duel that had started at Joo Jinsung's suggestion a week ago.
"Is this really helpful?"
"I said it is. I heard from Moogyeol that this is their daily routine."
As Joo Jinsung brought up So Moogyeol, Jongri Hye had no choice but to shut her mouth. It was difficult to argue because she had seen it herself. Instead, she turned her gaze to Jo Iljang and Peng Gahyeok, who were still fighting fiercely.
"How long are they going to be like that?"
It had already been over an hour. Even though they had fought for a long ti, they still seed to be full of energy. It was a part that she did not have. As the emotion of jealousy suddenly reared its head, she bit her lip without realizing it.
However, Joo Jinsung could not pay attention to Jongri Hye's words. It was because his attention was all focused on Namgung Seocheon.
'Amazing.'
He had swung his sword all day without getting tired. Except for eating ti, he had almost no rest ti. Moreover, he woke up earlier than anyone else and went to sleep later than anyone else. He was so diligent that it was marvelous.
'That's why his skills are improving so much.'
He felt like he had gotten a glimpse of the secret of the talent that Namgung Seocheon had.
'Can I do it too?'
He pondered for a mont and then gritted his teeth. The very act of having such a thought was proof of weakness. He had to do it unconditionally. As Woonhyun said, in the martial world, the strong eat everything. If he didn't like that, it was wise to be cooped up in Mount Qingcheng and recite Daoist scriptures.
'I'll do it too.'
The mont Joo Jinsung's pupils sank deep, a familiar voice echoed loudly.
"So Moogyeol, you bastard! Stand there!"
Not only Jo Iljang and Peng Gahyeok, who were dueling, but also Namgung Seocheon, who rarely even flinched, was drawn to the attention.
"Those guys... are they Moogyeol and Woonhyun?"
At Jongri Hye's question, Joo Jinsung, without even replying, shot up from his seat with a contorted face.
"Damn it!"
Although he didn't know the circumstances, it was clear that things had gotten twisted. He had to untie the knot first. However, Namgung Seocheon was faster than Joo Jinsung.
"Hey, you punk!"
Even at Joo Jinsung's shout, Namgung Seocheon did not even pretend to listen. Rather, he put more strength into his legs.
"Huh? Why you too?"
So Moogyeol was a little flustered at Namgung Seocheon's face, which was rapidly getting bigger. Namgung Seocheon hardened his eyes coldly and extended his sword.
"Take this!"
So Moogyeol's face contorted.
"This bastard, really!"
A sudden anger welled up. No matter how well So Moogyeol controlled his anger, he did not have an ounce of tolerance to spare for an opponent who aid a sword at him without warning.
"Damn it!"
However, now was not the ti. If he was caught by Namgung Seocheon, he would be caught by Woonhyun. Although Woonhyun was not scary, the following Zhuge Yeon was uncomfortable.
"You lucky bastard."
So Moogyeol, who had cursed, hardened his eyes coldly and then stealthily shook his shoulder. At that mont, So Moogyeol's figure split into two. The second immortal of the Drunken Eight Immortals' Steps had appeared.
"Hut!"
Namgung Seocheon urgently sucked in a breath. It was because his sword had lost its way. So Moogyeol, not missing that gap, brushed past with a whoosh.
"What is this..."
Namgung Seocheon, with a look of disbelief, his eyes widened as he looked at So Moogyeol's back, and then, at the black shadow that was covering him in an instant, he reflexively raised his head.
"I said stand there!"
Woonhyun, who had jumped over Namgung Seocheon, held his sword with both hands and struck down with all his might.
So Moogyeol quickly turned his body. And then, with a face full of contortion, he raised his Dog Beating Staff.
"Damn it!"
Clang
(End of Chapter)
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