Episode 169
“…?”
Both of them tilted their heads at Jinmu’s expression as if it were obvious.
“What about the joint?”
“There are things to take.”
“Is it because of the goal you talked about last night?”
“okay. You must go.”
In Gonghu Won’s mind, Jinmu’s words that he would beco the strongest warrior and put all Sama Jeong under his feet ca to mind.
It still sounds crazy, but what can I do?
Sothing like that happened in the past.
It was when he said that he would build a castle in Sipaecheon on Mt. Tianzhong.
Didn’t even the crazy sound at that ti co true in the end?
Maybe this ti it will really co true.
Recalling his lofty goal, if it had been soone else, he would have laughed at him, telling him not to brag, and Gonghu Won laughed softly.
“Khehehe. Is it from the joint after all?”
Jinmu turned his head to Chun Woo-myeong at the question that seed a bit out of place sowhere.
And Cheon Woo-myeong, who smiles with an evil expression, even showing his gums.
huh? what?
“Well, I rember that ti. It was the ti when I attacked the shaman with the Heavenly Lord, pulled out the heads of the shamans, and burned the eight palaces.”
What bullshit is this again?
Looking at Chun Woo-myeong, who seed to have misunderstood sothing, Jinmu narrowed his eyes.
Oh, co to think of it, he didn’t explain to him that he had beco a shaman’s guru.
“Ah, Wu Myung… actually…”
“I will tell you to prepare for the Iron Sword Dan. You’ll be able to dance properly after a long ti.”
“…”
Jinmu stared blankly at him.
How many more explanations would I have to give to get him to understand? How much do you have to beat and help understand.
Thinking that far, Jinmu let out a deep sigh and said to Duke Won.
“You… explain. Listen carefully.”
“…yes.”
Gonghu Wen nodded with a wry smile, and Chun Woo-myeong, who did not understand the conversation at all, blinked his eyes with a stupid expression.
* * *
Jinmu, who left Gonghu Won and Woo-myeong Chun, returned to the place where the lumbar ligant was staying.
Gonghu Won offered to provide a separate palace for him, but Jinmu refused, saying he would leave soon.
“Will you pick up Audi?”
“….”
Dang Se-ryeong, whose face was flushed red from how much she drank, smiled.
No matter how grandiose a banquet was held as soon as the sun rises in Cheonwoong’s room, there’s still a long way to go before it gets dark….
Since when did you start drinking?
“You’re suddenly cut off and the banquet is held after you cut it off… hehe. I like sul and snacks. The at is very good! The quality is good.”
Didn’t you say you were vegetarian?
Aren’t you an herbalist?
“Where is Unam…?”
Jinmu asked sneakily, then shut his mouth when he saw the guru stretched out behind Dang Se-ryeong and snoring excruciatingly.
stretched out
He must have had a drinking battle with Dang Se-ryeong again.
It’s because the man’s son is so weak.
Jinmu sighs and shakes his head.
“Do you want a drink?”
Dang Se-ryeong speaks with a twisted tongue and holds out a bottle of alcohol.
done. eat you till you die
When Jinmu shakes his head, Dang Se-ryeong pouts and scans the surroundings with blank eyes in search of new prey.
“Hey, Mr. Party with and Sul!”
Foshan, who beca her prey, was startled and looked for a place to hide, but Dang Se-ryeong was already staggering and rushing at him.
That, that, that… uh huh.
It’s pathetic, but if it’s fortunate, it’s fortunate.
I’d rather be drunk now.
He would have been embarrassed if Unam and Dang Se-ryeong asked him about his involvent in Cheonung-bang’s affairs too deeply.
I still laugh
Yeah, I guess I’ll have to drink today.
He t Gonghu Won and reunited with Chun Woo-myeong whom he missed.
After living in the skin of a Taoist for more than two years, he ca into contact with the original past.
Now I really feel alive again.
Jinmu took a bottle of wine and sat down in a secluded place where everyone could see.
A drunken night with no one else.
A raucous noise.
Anything is good. It’s not fun.
As the intoxication, which had not been prevented by history, dyed his face red, the warm heat rising from his stomach further heightened the excitent of Jinmu.
How long has it been?
Those who couldn’t overco the alcohol threw their heads down and fell asleep while drinking.
Dang Se-ryeong, who had even cut off Foshan, fell asleep hugging a tree in the garden.
Anyway, he’s not soone who’ll have to suffer because he can’t find a place to sleep no matter where he drops it. Born very.
He was so adaptable that he could sleep as comfortably as in his own room even in the frozen land of the North Sea.
Jinmu smiled and turned his gaze around and found the figure of Jeoksaeng suffering from being held captive by the five sons of Cheonungbang.
It seed uncomfortable to be called a musketeer and treated with utmost respect.
Jinmu got up from his seat and approached Jeoksaeng.
“An enemy.”
“yes?”
Judging from the perfu that emanates from his body, he seems to have had a fair bit of alcohol, but he looks up at Jinmu with clear eyes as if he is not particularly drunk.
“Shall we take a short walk?”
“…yes.”
Jinmu took a bottle of wine and walked slowly with Jeoksaeng through the back of the palace, which was sparsely populated.
A cool breeze blowing softly against my face felt as if the heat had cooled.
And when they reached a place where no one was there, Jinmu asked Jeoksaeng.
“Did you drink a lot?”
“yes. A little… But the wind blows it, so I’m awake.”
“You don’t seem to enjoy drinking much.”
“yes. I don’t like the feeling of being dizzy.”
“Funny. Drinkers drink for that feeling.”
“….”
“It’s not bad to get drunk sotis.”
“I guess so. I always live on the border between life and death, so sotis I think it wouldn’t be bad to get drunk and forget about reality for a while.”
Jinmu laughed at the words of Jeoksaeng.
“More than that.”
“…”
“I was looking forward to it, but I didn’t know it would really stop the Iron Sword.”
“It is all because the Lord Cheonwoong followed him well. It would have been impossible for alone.”
“That person. Sotis it’s okay to show off a little.”
“is that so?”
At Jinmu’s words, Jeoksaeng smiled shyly.
“How about it anyway? How does it feel to beco the musketeer of Cheonwoongbang while leading the small Nangindae?”
At Jinmu’s question, Jeoksaeng closed his eyes for a mont and smiled strangely.
“It was a great experience. There was no ti to rest.”
“Are you too good for that?”
“Are you skilled? It lacks a lot. Anyway, it was enjoyable. It felt like sothing was pounding. All thanks to Daehyeop.”
he’s a weird guy I know how to be grateful.
The cotyledon leaves are very green…I’m already fifty.
“how is it? Taking this opportunity to settle down in one place.”
“…yes? what is that?”
“It is for people. They say opportunities co once in a while.”
“…”
“But that chance guy is faster than I thought. That’s why most of them don’t even know when they ca and disappeared.”
The quick-witted Jeoksaeng looks at Jinmu with curious eyes.
You have to hit it a lot, a young man who is about to hit it.
A great master who approached calling himself a loner, but quickly defeated the great iron-blooded fist.
“What are you talking about?”
“It seems to that the opportunity has co to you now.”
“….”
“That guy who is very quick to others seems to have liked you. I am staying by your side asking you to look at right now.”
At Jinmu’s words, Jeoksaeng tilted his head to one side with a half-confident expression.
“Great bargain. What are you talking about?”
“Is this the expression you already know?”
When Jinmu smiled, a strong question appeared in the red-saeng’s eyes.
Could it be that he was talking to himself about the musketeers of Cheonwoongbang?
Before that, he naturally talked about himself as if he were a subordinate, and what on earth was Lee Ji-ja’s status?
“Oh, don’t get wrong. What I recomnd is not the musketeer of Cheonwoongbang.”
“yes?”
Iza noticed the thoughts running through his head.
And obviously at a young age, I couldn’t understand why he felt like a person who had lived a lot more in the world than he did.
throbbing.
I don’t know what words will co out of his mouth, but at least it’s certain that he has a knack for making people’s hearts beat.
“What do you want from ?”
“The Musketeers of Sapaecheon.”
Jeoksaeng, who lowered his gaze at Jinmu’s words for a mont and controlled the strange excitent that was growing inside him, raised his head with an expression as if he had heard it wrong.
“Tell again?”
Jeok-saeng’s heart almost jumped out at Jinmu’s laughter.
What is this man talking about?
“I want you to beco the musketeer of Sapaecheon.”
“That… I know…!”
Jeoksaeng couldn’t finish his words and looked at Jinmu with a look of astonishnt.
And Jinmu nodded as if it were natural.
I didn’t hear it wrong.
really?
I’m sure I’m dismissing it as nonsense in my head, but I don’t think about stopping my beating heart.
Rather, it started to run much faster and stronger.
“That kind of nonsense?”
When Jeoksaeng asked blankly, as if he couldn’t believe it, Jinmu looked straight at him.
“I can’t even believe it. Fortunately, soone who can trust you has arrived.”
“….”
After Jinmu finished speaking, two figures approached as if they had been waiting.
The mont I checked their faces, the red-saeng’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear.
Cheonwoong Ark and Iron Sword Danju.
“God, Are you here?”
“okay. We are trying to entice the lumber to beco a musketeer.”
Jinmu laughs at the greeting of the two.
no but what?
thousand lords?
Socheonju, the disciple of Cheonju, isn’t it sothing like this?
Jeoksaeng looked at the two of them and at Jinmu.
“You seem so surprised that you don’t believe it, so you guys can convince on your own.”
“It is surprising.”
Gonghu Wen smiled warmly, and Chun Woo-myeong moved closer to Jeok-saeng.
And knelt down in front of him.
why? Why are you
Jeok-saeng couldn’t hide his absurdity at the extre courtesy towards his worthless self.
“Beco a musketeer.”
Rather than elegant rhetoric or flattery, a simple and weighty word from a kneeling knee is deeply embedded in the heart of a Jeok-saeng.
The higher the master, the higher the value of the na, the lower the head or kneel.
For him, the existence of Jeoksaeng is as insignificant as a stone kicking in the vast midfield.
However, if it is Jinmu’s words, it is Chunwoomyeong who believes in red beans even if they are beans.
“It is a decision made by the Lord, so I believe in you and follow you as a musketeer.”
It is also called Heaven.
Unless there is sothing wrong with my eyes, I’m sure Cheon Woo Myung is the iron-blooded leader.
Jeok-saeng, whose mind had turned white at the words that contained only sincerity, could not even think of what to answer.
“how is it? Will you believe now?”
Jinmu laughs again.
“From my point of view, you are a wasteful person to rot as a ronin. Just in ti, your age is Jicheonmyeong (知天命). How about it? Think of it as a mandate from heaven and walk the rest of your life.”
Dry saliva flowed incessantly and ran down my throat.
Why doesn’t this guy’s heart beat stop even though sothing unbelievable is unfolding right in front of his eyes?
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