Johwasim tilted his head and replied.
"It's good. Did you co to see
because you were curious about that?"
"That's not it. I'm asking how much you can move. Is there no problem with moving?"
Only then did Johwasim realize that Moyong Gi was not just asking about his well-being.
"No problem."
"What about moving your internal energy?"
"That's no problem either."
Moyong Gi nodded. Although he disliked Johwasim, if he was in a normal body condition, his skills were certain.
'Ah. I really don't like it.'
However, Moyong Gi still had a hesitant face. It was because that dislike was the problem. He disliked him so much that he wanted to kill him. If it weren't for Lee Shimhwan's matter, he would never have faced Johwasim.
'There's no one else suitable besides this old man.'
Originally, he had thought of other elders. However, there was a flaw. It was because they could not et Moyong Gi's standards.
If we were to purely discuss martial arts skills, it was true that they were far ahead of Myung Jin.
However, they could not move as secretly as Myung Jin, who had learned the movent technique under Moyong Gi's guidance. They were not suitable for this kind of fight.
At least Mokyoung could et Moyong Gi's standards, but since he was not used to killing people, he was also excluded.
If it was a normal case, it would be one thing, but he was not used to shedding blood on a large scale.
"What are you hesitating so much about? Didn't you co to see
because you have business?"
Moyong Gi let out a groan. It was because Johwasim's words were right.
'Let's take care of uncle's business first.'
Moyong Gi belatedly nodded.
"That's right. I'll take one life."
"A life?"
"Did you forget? You owe
two lives."
Johwasim's expression was clearly displeased. However, he did not say anything. It was because he was not the type to go back on his word. Moyong Gi, who knew that well, was able to think of coming to see him.
"Speak."
Moyong Gi narrowed the distance with Johwasim and lowered his voice.
"The enemy has co."
At Moyong Gi's words, Johwasim's complexion changed.
A strange heat seed to rise from Johwasim's face.
"The enemy? Surely you don't an that their next target was this Iron Palm Sect?"
"I think so."
"How did you know?"
"I went on an outing today, and all the mbers of the Beijing opera troupe had learned martial arts."
"The number?"
"Two hundred."
As Moyong Gi stated the specific number, Johwasim's face hardened. The heat that had been soaring up felt like it was cooling down.
It was because two hundred was far beyond the range that the two of them could handle.
"It's impossible."
"We can do it."
"I said it's impossible."
"I said we can do it. We'll just keep hitting and running."
If that was the case, it was not impossible. However, the fact that the result was uncertain remained unchanged.
Johwasim looked at Moyong Gi. Moyong Gi's eyes, which were looking at him, were firm without any wavering. He had no intention of backing down.
"Why are you being so stubborn? It would be more certain to face the enemy by relying on the Iron Palm Sect, wouldn't it?"
Since he had not seen it with his own eyes yet, he did not know the enemy's military strength.
However, he was confident that if they relied on the Iron Palm Sect, they would at least not lose. It was because if you added himself and Moyong Gi to the four elders of the Orthodox Justice Alliance, it was a considerable force.
So he could not understand Moyong Gi, who was taking a reckless move.
Moyong Gi solved that question.
"I don't want the Iron Palm Sect to get hurt."
If that was the reason, it was understandable. However, Johwasim's question was not completely resolved.
Johwasim asked again.
"What do you an?"
Moyong Gi, who was hesitating for a mont, decided to tell him just as much as was necessary.
"I have a connection. An old connection. So I don't want the Iron Palm Sect to get hurt."
Johwasim just stared at Moyong Gi's face.
***
Baek Unseol, who had entered her residence, stuck to the door and perked up her ears.
"What is it?"
When she thought of Moyong Gi, a feeling of dislike still ca first. The feeling of disappointnt was strong.
However, as Moyong Gi had co to see her first like this, a sense of anticipation began to arise. Although she could only hear it faintly, her face brightened slightly at the words of Moyong Gi asking about Johwasim's well-being.
'What's with him?'
However, that was it. It was difficult to hear any more of the conversation.
Because they had lowered their voices so much, all she could hear were occasional whispers.
Baek Unseol, who was his face contorted, in the end could not bear it and opened the door slightly. And then, she stuck out only her eyes and observed the situation.
Moyong Gi and Johwasim were talking about sothing with a narrowed distance. That was enough for Baek Unseol.
'Oh my. Look at him.'
To a stranger, it looked like they were having a friendly conversation.
Baek Unseol's face lit up. And then, as soon as Moyong Gi, who had finished his business, turned around, she kicked open the door. A smile blood on her face.
"Master, what is it?"
Johwasim, who was staring at the place where Moyong Gi had disappeared, turned his gaze. It was still a hard face.
Baek Unseol flinched and her body trembled.
'Did the conversation go wrong?'
The smile that had blood in an instant withered.
At that mont, Johwasim suddenly opened his mouth.
"From tomorrow, train alone."
"Yes?"
Baek Unseol showed a question.
However, Johwasim did not reply any further. And then, he went into his own residence and slamd the door shut.
Baek Unseol tilted her head with a bewildered face.
"What on earth is it?"
***
Thump! Thump! Thump!
It was the sound of a wooden block announcing midnight.
Johwasim, who was ditating in a cross-legged position, his eyes shot open. And then, he fiddled with his sword, which he had prepared in advance, and controlled his breathing.
It was difficult to endure, trying to suppress the energy that was boiling like a fire. But now, there was no need for that. The promised ti had co.
Johwasim shot up and left his residence. While killing his presence, he headed for the eting place with quick steps.
Before long, Johwasim, who had arrived at his destination, looked around.
'Has he not co yet?'
At that mont, a black figure suddenly appeared as if it had soared up from the ground.
"You're late."
"Hmm..."
Johwasim let out a groan without realizing it at the sight of Moyong Gi, who was speaking with a grin.
He had heard through rumors that Moyong Gi's movent technique was excellent. However, he had thought it was an exaggeration. He had never even imagined that it would be at a level where it was difficult for him to even follow his movents.
But it was not an exaggeration. Rather, it was an understatent. It was an understatent to a serious extent.
"Amazing."
"Well, with just this much."
Moyong Gi squatted down on the spot and began to draw sothing with a branch.
Johwasim, who was watching with curiosity, his brow furrowed.
"You."
"Yes?"
Moyong Gi stuck out only his head. Johwasim said again with a serious face.
"You really can't draw."
Moyong Gi let out a groan. It was because it was not wrong.
Although he was a little better than So Moogyeol, he had no talent for writing or drawing.
However, he finished the drawing to the end and pointed out the striking points.
"Here, here, and here. Just take care of these three places."
"You have four places."
"Yes."
Johwasim nodded.
"Is there anything I should know?"
Perhaps because he had fought a lot, he was cautious. He certainly liked that about him.
"As quietly as possible. You know, right?"
"Of course."
"And there might be the Yin and Yang couple. Be careful."
At Moyong Gi's words, Johwasim had a serious face. It was because the Yin and Yang couple were demonic heads of a generation above Johwasim, and they were not easy to deal with.
"Are you sure?"
"I saw Eumro. Yangro must be nearby too."
"They are not easy to deal with..."
If he looked at them separately, he thought that Johwasim himself could handle them sufficiently.
However, he rembered that what was truly scary about them was the power of their joint attack technique, which was displayed when the two were together.
No matter how high Johwasim's self-esteem was, he felt that that alone was difficult.
However, Moyong Gi replied easily.
"Run away."
"Hmm."
"Why would you fight two against one? If it's one-on-one, it's one thing. If they attack together, just run away."
"But that's..."
Johwasim had a displeased face. However, Moyong Gi cut him off with a firm face.
"Run away. It's not like it's going to be rumored anyway, right? Do you think they'll go around spreading rumors when they have heads?"
Thinking about it, it wasn't wrong, so Johwasim nodded.
"Alright. By the way, how do you know the Yin and Yang couple?"
Johwasim himself had only seen the Yin and Yang couple twice. The first ti was when he had seen them from a distance at the end of the Righteous-Demonic War decades ago, and the second ti was when he had ford a killing squad to kill them ten years ago. Although he had pushed them to the brink of death, he had missed them by a hair's breadth, as if they had received help from heaven.
Since he had regretted that for a long ti, it had barely remained in his mind, but he had a question when Moyong Gi, who was still young, said he knew the Yin and Yang couple.
"It's a secret."
Johwasim's eyes narrowed. Moyong Gi grinned and opened his mouth again.
"Is there more?"
"One more thing. Can I really do it?"
"What's there that you can't do? They're coming to kill us anyway."
"That's not what I an... if we catch them, the main forces will co tomorrow morning, but you said you didn't want the Iron Palm Sect to be hard, right?"
Indeed, his experience did not deceive him. His thoughts were deep. However, Moyong Gi was a step above that. It wasn't because his thoughts were deep, but because he had experienced it countless tis.
"That won't happen."
They were not people of the martial world, but people of the governnt. The people of the governnt basically did not want the people to be agitated.
Therefore, he thought that there would be no case where two hundred governnt martial artists would draw their swords and attack in broad daylight.
Moreover, they were also very cautious. They did not move carelessly in uncertain matters. It was because they had the habits they had in the army.
"How can you be so sure?"
"That's also a secret."
Johwasim's brow furrowed. However, he did not ask any further. Although he was angry, it was because there were many places to vent his anger. There was no reason to argue with the tricky opponent, Moyong Gi.
"Then I'll go first."
Johwasim, who had left those words, his figure scattered like a mist in an instant.
"Hoo."
Johwasim was already kicking the air more than ten zhang away. However, he soon shook his head and also poked the ground. Moyong Gi's figure stretched out like a taffy.
'It's starting now.'
It was an earlier point than he had thought. He felt a little anxious. However, he did not worry more than necessary.
The enemy did not know him, but he knew the enemy well. This was a great advantage that could not be compared to anything.
"Phew."
Moyong Gi, who had taken a light breath, poked the ground. He jumped over the one-zhang-high wall in one breath and then seeped into the darkness. And then, he secretly approached the inn he had seen in advance.
Although there was no sound, he was unhindered. There was no hesitation in his steps as he entered the inn, which was brightly lit by a lantern.
Moyong Gi, who had approached behind the shopkeeper who was sleeping with his head on the table, drew his sword without a sound.
Thwack!
"Gurgle."
He vomited blood and his hand dropped.
It wasn't the shopkeeper. It was the martial artist he had seen during the day. Moyong Gi, who had shown a grin, expanded his senses. Although it was a short ti, it was enough to catch what he wanted.
'Two on the second floor.'
Moyong Gi's pupils, which were projected by the lantern, flickered dangerously. The killing intent that he had buried deep inside was raising its head again.
'Is this a good thing, or a bad thing.'
However, he soon shook his head lightly and brushed off the idle thoughts.
Sumr nights are short. He had to move busily.
(End of Chapter)
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