Chapter 48 What’s This

Chapter 48 What's This?

A bustling downtown with waves of young men and women.
On one side of the street that leads to the big market, a lavish five-story juru towers like a giant.
It was just past noon and the place was packed with drinkers.
In the meantime.
Squeal.
Hands on the top five floors stare longingly at a young man perched at a sunlit window table.
The reason was simple.
This is because the famous double-colored characteristic belonged to the famous Murim Muga.
A fine cloth woven of blue silk, with a rough wind pattern covering its surface.
The two letters embroidered on the left side of his chest arm told me who he was.
Preface.
The young man who attracted everyone’s attention was none other than the third son of the Ximen Clan, the Heavenly Wind Black and White Ximen Yue.
Chirp.
He filled his glass with liquor, stared out the window, and gulped.
The sounds of bargaining for goods, of hawking, of hustling, of carrying luggage…… laughed at the spectacle.
How ridiculous it is to bend over backwards to make a buck.
It was hard to relate to Seo Moon-wol, who has lived a life of abundance since she was born and is imbued with a sense of compassion.
Of course, not all of the Seven Generations had the same idea in their heads.
‘A swarm of ants working all their lives and then dying…… How pathetic, the fate of the common man.’
Seo Moonwol quickly grabbed his drink, and just as he was about to pour it, Han YinYoung quickly approached him.
“Master.”
A man of forty lines with a sword.
Seo Moon-se was a member of the Jilpungjo Samjojang Nuhum.
“Yes, you have come.”
At Seo Moonwol’s light gesture, Nuhm took the seat across from him and spoke in a low voice.
“The latest rumor around here is that some crazy horse-rider has been extorting the fortunes of several bandits.”
“Is that him?”
“Yes, I think so.”
Nuhm replied with a glint in his eye, and Seo Moonwol drained his drink without a change in expression.
Gnome.
It refers to an iron stream that you may have encountered before.
Seo Moonwol silently sipped his drink.
“Anything else?”
“I’m sorry. We’re not making much progress yet.”
“Hmph…… possessing such a rare artifact and only having to deal with a bunch of bandits? Interesting.”
“Once you’ve bought a person and let them loose, you’re going to get new information sooner or later.”
“Money can’t buy a horse, and I want more.”
“I’ll be sure to look into it. Oh, and…… on a side note, the local sect, the Tang Lang Clan, was recently shut down. I hear they were sentenced to death for using the Seven Poisonous Books to manufacture and distribute various poisons.”
“Progress of the Chilguidang in the former Jiangxi Province?”
“Yes, and on top of that, a lawmaker who had close ties to the party’s leadership was given the nail in the coffin the same day.”
“An ear is an ear, but not the one we’re looking for.”
“Yes. If that had been the progress of the Thousand Sword Guards, we would have had to take fewer steps.”
To Nuhm’s disappointment, Seo Moonwol handed him a drink.
“Here, drink it. Let’s just rest today.”
“Master, Haona…….”
“Though we are moving in His will, it is not a matter of such urgency that we can’t wait.”
“Oh, are you sure you’re okay?”
He scratched his forehead and asked, and Seo Moonwol jerked his chin up.
“Don’t worry. We have a general idea of where the merchant lives anyway. We just need to follow the sequence and track down the last known whereabouts of the Ghost Sword Law.”
Noohoom drained his glass with a sigh of relief.
“It’s …… harsh, but it smells amazing.”
Then a thin smile spread across Seo’s face.
“The one we serve is like the drink.”
“Yes?”
“An alcoholic beverage that’s strong but fragrant, and therefore irresistible. An apt analogy, don’t you think?”
Hearing that, Nuhm smiled and shook his head in agreement.
Seo Moonwol refilled the empty glass with liquor.
“I am now wetting my throat with the wine that is Him, but I will never be drunk.”
With those meaningful words, Noo-hum straightened up.
“I know what you mean, His ways and our ways are bound to diverge eventually…….”
Seo Moonwol pushed back his drink with satisfaction.
“The object of your loyalty is me, not him, and that’s the only thing you need to keep in mind.”
“Yes, sir.”
The blemish gulps down his drink.
Turning his head away, Seo Moonwol muttered to himself as he stared blankly out the window.
‘If it’s not the dark warriors we thought it was in the first place……, then I wonder which one of them secretly obtained the Haunted House Act?
However, there’s no need to be impatient.
As I told Nuhm, once we had a clue as to his whereabouts, it was just a matter of figuring it out.
* * *
Sodanju Choi Yeon, a member of the top echelon of the Blue Dogs, was puzzled when he visited Baeksanmun.
“No! How did you get hurt so badly?”
He had seen the wretched figure of a Munju borderman leaning back against the head of the bed.
“The iron stain…… has fallen into his hands.”
When the border agent replied, Choi Yeon repeatedly expressed his confusion.
“Heh, it’s not even a coordination play, how on earth can…… Iron Liu Heng be no match for Lord Moon?”
“Both the Qingdao top and the main gate have misjudged his true abilities as a new master.”
The shadowed borderman’s face looked unmotivated, as if he had given up on life.
Choi was still puzzled.
Even if Chul Ryuhon is a hidden genius, how can he become this strong in such a short time?
When a borderman becomes like this, it means that his power has reached a level beyond that of a cooperative theater.
He’s about to ask again when he realizes his question.
“Su Danzhu, he already knew all about it, that I…… visited at the behest of the Qingdao Supreme.”
Choi Yeon flinched when he heard the border guard’s words.
“……!”
“I did all the math in my head before I went to the top of the Red Mausoleum. Nine times out of ten.”
“That, that…….”
“We were basically monkeys playing in the palm of the Buddha’s hand.”
The borderman flashed a bitter smile, but then cleared his throat.
“We didn’t get a single piece of information that the Blue Dogs wanted, and as you can see, all we got was a scar of shame…….”
“Hmm, I wonder exactly how much force the Iron Ripple has, because if you and Master Moon had shared a hand, he wouldn’t have escaped injury either. You wouldn’t have been helpless, would you?”
“…….”
The border agent was silent for a moment, then shrugged off the question.
“This is Cedar. I’m sorry, by the way. I failed at my job, so I won’t be getting paid…….”
Choi Yeon looked embarrassed and then tried to calm him down.
“Mr. Guo, please take care of yourself first. I will contact you directly after I have seen and discussed with your father.”
“No, thank you.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think we’ll ever see each other again.”
That’s a funny way of saying it.
“Are you sure you want to take your hands off……?”
Choi Yeon trailed off, and the borderman nodded slightly and stood up.
“This door will be closed in a few days.”
Choi’s eyes widened at the unexpected declaration.
“What do you mean, you’re closing the door?”
“This is the result of defeat.”
“You’re saying that you made a deal with him on the condition of closure?”
“The White House will no longer tolerate factions. There will be no compromise, and we have been warned that we will face even greater difficulties if we fail to comply. So…… I plan to close this place down and move to another part of the country and live quietly.”
“…….”
Choi was speechless.
I never thought things would end up this way.
The border guard didn’t care about the other person’s reaction, he just kept talking.
“Don’t ask me any more about that time. There’s nothing more I can tell you, so you’d better take a look at ……. I can’t see you off in this condition.”
As the border guard drew a firm line in the sand, Choi Yeon nervously rolled her eyes and waved a reluctant goodbye.
“I understand, Mr. Moon. If you’re so inclined…… I’ll leave you to it.”
Soon, Choi Yeon opens the door to leave.
“Sodanju.”
The borderman’s voice drew him back.
“What’s wrong?”
“My one piece of advice is…… whatever the White House is doing, don’t be curious and leave it alone. If you poke your nose around, you could end up in a big mess like this one. It’s too much for even the best of us to handle.”
It was heartfelt advice.
Choi Yeon replied coldly, somewhat offended.
“We’ll take care of it.”
Then he slammed the door hard and walked out.
The sound of distant footsteps.
The borderman stroked the bandages wrapped around his body and closed his eyes tightly.
When I woke up after receiving first aid at the White House checkpoint, a conversation I had with Coop flashed through my head.
-AngelArk…… killed with a few stabs?
-Yes, his white sword has been confiscated and is now in Bon Moon’s custody, and the treacherous Eunuch has already been handed over to the coffin.
-Heh…… Heh, how did he get so strong?
-Don’t give me the details, I’ll just say it’s a nice gesture.
-Delayed…….
-And you should be glad it ended that way. If Baishanmun had been an enemy like Angel Bang, he would have perished at the hands of the …… Iron Gate Lord.
-…….
-My lord is no longer the man you once knew, and the tone of this inquiry has changed completely, so do not disobey him. This is my last piece of advice for old times’ sake.
With his mind cleared, the borderman soon drifted off to sleep, muttering to himself.
‘It’s going to be a big deal in the future. After this……, the future of that young man at the top of the ranks is clear as day.”
Anyway, it’s ‘goodbye’ for now.
The life of a kabob eater.
* * *
Ding, ding, ding-.
Ducheng, the second-in-command of the Angelic Chamber, rode his horse through the woods, echoing the orders of the new Ark Gold Store.
-You will travel this way to the White House Checkpoint and deliver the silver and goods, while I will secretly negotiate with Ammyeong City. …….
“Hmph, as long as Aming Zhen leads from the front, I’m sure Chuliu Hsin will follow my master’s lead.
Arriving at the White House gates, he tethered his horse, grabbed his bag, and knocked, bang, bang, on the door.
After a while.
Ding-
The front door opened and a young man walked out.
Ducheng’s eyes widened in astonishment.
“Billion!
An unexpected figure pops into view.
Baeksan Gumjoon Ikhyuphun.
Even though Du Cheng had never met him before, she recognized him immediately.
He was well aware that there was only one old man inside the White House Gate, Ip Hwan.
‘I can’t believe I’m still walking around without the iron currents…… and what’s with this intangible prayer that’s pressing down on my body? Have I regained my internal water level?
That’s when Ik-Hwan asked with his characteristically inquisitive expression.
“What’s going on?”
“This is my name is Ducheng, Deputy Master of the Angel Chamber.”
Then Ip Hwan gestured and said.
“Ah, you’ve come to see the master. Follow me.”
When Du Cheng was escorted inside by Ip Hwan, he was once again astonished at the number of people gathered in the ballroom.
“What are those…… practicing swordsmanship!
It was amazing.
Hundreds of traditional martial artists who couldn’t even unleash sword winds are now spreading sword qi like white mist over their blades.
“Huh…… what’s going on?
Du Cheng walked behind Ip Hwan with a strong suspicion in his mind, until they came to the entrance of Aek Jongjeon’s office.
“Sir, are you inside? I have a visitor.”
Ik-Hwan’s voice is almost too deep for him to finish.
“Come in.”
Soon after, Ip Hwan and Du Cheng walked in and saw the figure of Chul Ryu Hyeon lying half naked in a chair.
“I’m having a cloud breakfast. Just a quick one.”
Du Cheng was dumbfounded when he heard Chu Liuhui’s words.
‘You’re crazy, what’s he saying? You’re talking like a freakin’ breakfast.
If you look at cancer, it’s just sitting there.
Chu Liuhui glared at Du Cheng.
“What’s that hawker? I’m not buying, get lost.”
Hey, Mr. Lee, who’s a hawker, who’s a hawker!
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 49 (49 of 552)