Chapter 8 Ignorance is bliss

Four days later, it’s a cool night with only the occasional hoot of an owl.
A group of swordsmen, two hundred in all, gathered in the moonlit forest.
He was a member of the Angelic Chamber under the leadership of Gulmahun, the White Two-headed Sword.
Because it’s work, everyone is dressed in dark, nocturnal garb to avoid revealing their identities.
The Fiery Venom Sword Geumjia quickly checked the personnel and reported to Gulmahun.
“Ark, all ten groups are assembled with no churn.”
Originally, there were four hundred and forty people in the Angelic Chamber, but now there are only two hundred.
One reason.
That’s because they’re the elite screeners who are handpicked for the White House checkpoint raids.
In other words, this was the first-rate power behind the current angel room.
Gulmahun stroked the hilt of his sword at his side and spoke in a low voice.
“We’ll stay the night, and when daylight comes, we’ll watch the White Gate as planned. Then, at dusk, we will begin our assault.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Geumjaji replied briefly, and the entire group moved in unison to prepare for the night.
The night fell silently, as it often does in the days of foreboding.
* * *
White House checkpoints.
Passing through the corridors of the mansion, the troupe stopped in front of a doorway.
“Elder, are you sleeping?”
Then a phlegmatic voice came from beyond the lattice doors.
“No, sir. Come inside.”
“Yes.”
Nimrod creaked open the door and stepped into the room.
Not far ahead.
A frail, decrepit old man on an antique bed greeted him in a half-reclining position.
“That’s an ambitious view, what’s going on all of a sudden?”
The current Elder of the Baeksan Gate.
At seventy years old, he was the oldest man in his family.
Shaggy gray hair and a scruffy beard, two eyes that had gone out, lips that were the color of flies, and wrinkles that were as deep as a shriveled quince…….
He had long since lost his dignity due to his illness.
His muscles, joints, and other parts of his body have been compromised and he is unable to move around, so lying down is all he can do.
Chapter replied, pulling up a small chair and sitting down.
“If you’re not sleeping, I’m here to give you a little something to talk about.”
“It’s verbatim…… hehehe, good.”
Ip Hwan followed up with a question.
“Did the new physical training methods work?”
“We’re trying to do it, but I’m not sure yet, and there’s a lot of grumbling amongst the gatekeepers.”
“Hmm, that must have been a painful process. I’m guessing there are quite a few of us who smoke the trick?”
“Hmph, you’re right. I’m the strongest of the bunch, so I can’t help but lead by semi-coercion, but the rumor lord’s orders are clear.”
“By the way, isn’t it almost time for the Rumor Lord to come?”
“If all goes as planned, you’ll be home sometime tomorrow.”
“Can’t you even give me an earful?”
It means you’re curious about what the ironclad was doing away with.
Hana Kokugak managed to keep a straight face.
“As I told you last time…… I don’t know the details of the story, other than that I’m related to the owner of the house.”
Then I naturally turn the conversation to Chapter.
“By the way, I’m not sure how to solve the problem of the angel room in the future. First and foremost, we need to avoid all-out war, so we’ll have to find a way to avoid that…….”
As they say.
Even if the Kisil White House Inspection had a purpose, it was not feasible to confront the Angel Room immediately.
The environment of the academy is inhospitable to overcome the disparity in numbers, power, and the prowess of Gulmahun, the White Four-headed Sword of the Ark.
In the Murim, sometimes rationalizations don’t work.
It was inevitable.
Because it is the physiology of the Murim that when the powerful speak, even if it is false, it becomes true.
In other words, if it’s on your nose, it’s a nose ring; if it’s on your ear, it’s an earring.
It’s hard to imagine a world where the laws of survival of the fittest and destruction of the weak would be so unfair.
Ipchuan clicked his tongue with a dark smirk.
“Turn off…… I’m worried about that too. It’s too bad. If I were still around, this inquiry would be in better shape than it is.”
There’s a reason I said that.
In the past, Ip Man was a top-notch kendo master who represented the Bai Mountain Sword School under the nickname Bai Mountain Sword Master.
If he had not been afflicted with an illness, he would have been a great leader of the monastery, paired with the Four Gongyuns.
Nimrod bowed his head slightly and apologized.
“Oh my, I’m afraid I’ve weighed you down, I’m just here to be a sounding board…….”
“Oh, never mind. People get grumpy when they get old.”
“In any case, we’ll discuss it when you return, and then we’ll make a deliberate decision.”
We continued the conversation for a bit longer, then I said my goodbyes and walked out.
Tak.
Shutting the door behind him, he walked down the corridor and thought.
How wonderful it would be if Ik-Hwan could regain his health and live a second prime of his life.
‘You’ve already restored the lord of the rumor to his rightful place…… and it would be too much to hope for another miracle.’
The words I’d exchanged with Chulryuhyeon flashed through my mind.
-Are you going to visit the chambers of the angels and confront him?
-Why me?
-Yes?
-He’s going to come here on his own anyway.
-What’s that…….
-You’ll find out later. You just have to trust me and do what I tell you to do.
A rant that doesn’t make sense at first glance.
Kyo-mu-gak soon dismissed the question and muttered to himself.
“Yeah, tomorrow we’ll know everything through the rumor mill.
* * *
“Sometimes ignorance is bliss.”
Chullehorn muttered something incoherent and let out a blood-curdling laugh.
A sea of angelic invasions.
Hana set out on her journey without giving any advice to her executives, including Kyo Moo-gak.
Because, as I said, sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Morale is already low due to the fall of the Mumun, and to even hint at that would have ruined the mood of the crowd.
They’ve been around for a while, so they know better than anyone.
That confusion and division is a recipe for defeat.
We’ve seen it countless times over the past thousand years.
Just look at the White House checkpoints alone, and the factional divisions of the past have been a major factor in our downfall.
Windowpane.
wink-
Ironclaw pulled on the reins and brought the horse to a halt.
A person who suddenly crossed your path at night.
It was a group of ten men in gray robes and swords.
It’s obvious that this is a bandit neighborhood.
You’re about to say something when a furry-looking furball taps you on the hilt of your sword.
“Do you have money?”
Chul Ryuhyeon asked expressionlessly, and Yue Fei’s fur flushed with embarrassment.
“What?”
“If you don’t have money, beat them with your body.”
“Heh…….”
The bandits gave each other a blank stare.
The “who is that asshole? Isn’t he supposed to say that first?” vibe.
Then.
Rattling
At the back of the group, a burly thirty-something named Zhang Han appeared, pulling a small cart.
“Hey, kid.”
At the sound of a thick voice, the bandits split to the left and right in unison.
Apparently, Zhang Han was the boss.
Chuck.
Leaving the cart behind, he stepped to the front of the group and squared his shoulders, smirking.
“Did you think you’d scare us away with a sword?” “Well, even dogs and cows are unattended these days.”
“…….”
When Chu Liuhui didn’t respond, Zhang Han stepped up his game.
“You’ll have to make do with what you’ve got, but if you give me everything you’ve got, I’ll let you go.”
“You’ve never killed anyone, have you?”
Zhang Han flinched at the offhand remark.
“Moore?”
“You hit the nail on the head.”
“What nonsense, you don’t seem to know anything about the main seat, this body was once…….”
“It’s noisy, and I’ll take that cart over there, it’s been bothering me for days.”
Zhang Han shouted in frustration as Chu Liuhui interrupted him.
“Boom!”
“Yes, boss!”
The bandits answered in unison, each drawing their weapons and running toward the Iron Stream.
* * *
Ten bandits lay stunned on the ground with bloodied faces.
To one side, Zhang Han, the boss, kneels in a bee-like position with his arms straight up.
He also has a lot of bruises on his face that look like spots.
Liu Heng stretched, and soon squatted down in front of his opponent.
Their gazes locked, Zhang Han cried out in horror.
“Yo, forgive me, I didn’t know the subject, I was rambling!”
“Name.”
“Yes?”
At the same time as Zhang Han’s question, Chu Liuhui reached out and pinched a strand of hair below his ear.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk! Eek!”
“Don’t make me say it twice. Annoying.”
“Ugh…… Yes, old one, this lowly body is called the Tathagata!”
“…….”
It’s a stupidly cool name for a bandit.
“Is that your real name?”
“Oh, of course! That’s what everyone asks at first.”
Chulhuen looked at the tai lord with a puzzled expression, then gave him an order with a gesture of his jaw.
“Put those on the cart first.”
He pointed to the bandits lying around.
“What? Why is there no…… in the water?”
“If you do it, you’ll do it, not talk about it.”
‘Pair, if it’s bad, it’s bad. My dirty, real…….’
Grumbling to himself, he quickly rounded up the ten bandits and loaded them into the cart.
“And the burden of horses, etc.”
The messenger moved again and again, moving several heavy botloads.
Then.
“Huh?
His complexion has changed.
He found gold nuggets and assorted jewelry glinting in the knots of the sack.
‘Crazy……, so these are all treasures, no, why would a rich bastard try to get bandits on his back!’
Taisa stifled a curse word and stood up.
“That’s it. Oh, there’s…… but…… I don’t know what to call you because I don’t know you yet…….”
But Chuliuhyeon didn’t say a word, just strode toward the horse’s head.
“You’re carrying a heavy load, and you look tired. If I make a mistake, we’re going to be delayed another day.”
That’s awkward.
We need to reduce the time even further.
“I’m going to need an extreme prescription.”
After connecting the horse and cart, Chuliu Heng stuck his hand into the botzim and pulled out a root of wild ginseng.
Seeing this, the Tathagata asked cautiously.
“What is that?”
“A hundred years.”
“back…….”
The messenger was speechless for a moment.
What? White ginseng? Oh my God, did I just hear that wrong?
“Why did they take that out?
That’s when Chuliu Hsin began feeding the horses with your precious white ginseng.
MisreadMisread.
The messenger was dumbfounded by the sight.
“Awww, that’s a bitch, that’s a horse, you’re feeding it bamboo shoots?
Misread, misread, misread……
When the horse had finished eating the Hundred Year Ginseng, Chuliu Heng raised his index finger and quickly tapped its body as if to draw blood.
Tatatak, tatatak-.
He cast it against the beast, utilizing the ancient and subtle art of tatong that he knew as a divine sword.
No one but him could have done it.
Immediately afterward, the horse stamped both front hooves and then stomped the ground, snorting and snorting.
“Chirp! Purr, purr, purr!”
It’s like a thick fog is coming out.
Chulhuen commanded briefly as he mounted his horse.
“Ride.”
Ironclaw gripped the reins as the lioness clambered onto the cart.
“Hold on tight.”
Scary to say the least.
Boom!
The horses stamped the dirt like raging wild horses, and the chariot roared off with them.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-!
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 9(9/552)