Chinese New Year!

To the Qing people, it is better known as the Lunar New Year, and is the greatest holiday of the Chinese people, both in name and reality.

Of course, there is no people, even if they are not Chinese, that does not celebrate this day when one year ends and a new year begins.

It is said that in the long past, there was a monster called Nian (年) with big horns who would climb into the human world every year when the year changed and eat people.

But what this monster bitch fears most is the color red, lights, and binge drinking.

So, in order to drive away this ghost, the Chinese people put red paper on the gates on New Year’s Day, filled the village with lanterns, banged bamboo and drank heavily.

And what happened after gunpowder came out?

Gunpowder creates light, and light chases away monsters with a loud roar.

This is also a fact depicted in Subakdo.

So, ahead of the New Moon, thousands of lanterns in Namnyeong light up the streets and the land is bright.

In the legal nightlife, which is only allowed for a few days a year, drunkards are already drunk and making noise, children are giggling and playing, beggars are full for the first time in a long time, lovers are holding hands, and men with families are roaming the streets surrounded by wives and concubines. Ninda.

Even lonely men and women boldly reach out at this time, and it is truly a night overflowing with abundance, joy, and fertility on the cold earth.

However, there were people who enjoyed this good day, which was only one day a year, and had distorted personalities.

Don’t be happy!

Although he didn’t say it out loud, the look in his eyes that said he would kill anyone if he got caught was exactly what he meant.

These are the warriors of Yoga Yeombang.

This kind of punishment means that someone’s life will be lost from the first day of the first month.

All the kids running around and playing should be burned in hell. Even the kites over there who are holding hands and about to eat each other must be burned. Even the kids laughing and the kids drinking over there must all be burned.

Of course, Yeombang’s warriors have some inherent personality problems.

But it’s still worth understanding.

Because I was going to be the vanguard, or in other words, the sword bearer, in the battle that was about to take place.

So, of course, my nerves are on edge, and I make a solemn determination to see if I can survive this wonderful Jeongdan (the old name for the Lunar New Year) and live to see the morning sun.

Of course, this is how low-level warriors feel.

The three combat groups belonging to the Sadōryun are following in the footsteps of the Yeombang warriors, and although I don’t know if they are serious or bluffing, they are in the midst of flirting with the idea that this year will be a great year for them as they are about to see blood as soon as the new year begins.

It was the advance of Yoga Yeombang.

It was a very Sapa-like atrocity.

If you think about common sense, who would attack as soon as the year ends even if the deadline is set until this year?

However, there was a strong opinion of Jo Gwang-ang of Baekryeon Iron Fist, Danju of the Baekungdan, a combat unit under the SaParyeon, that it was the art of strategy that went beyond common sense.

It is not that there was no opposition.

However, Jo Gwang-ang silenced all opposing opinions with one word.

‘Are you really afraid?’

According to the style of Cheong’s hometown, he was the ultimate evil intention of the man who said, ‘Hey, what?’, and was the culprit in causing disasters, including injuries large and small.

Thus, Yoga Yeombangju Yohwanjeol and the masters of the Four Schools took the lead, followed by the ordinary disciples of the Four Schools, who were dead, and behind them, the battle team contingent of the Four Schools was rolling their eyes as if no one was running away.

So it’s the day before the decisive battle, no, it’s the day of the decisive battle!

Yohwanjeol takes a step toward Namnyeong Yoga and heads to the manor of Gyerim Sword School, which will become the family’s new home.

Those guys from the Gyerim Swordsman would never have imagined that it would blow up so quickly.

If the news got out, they would hastily close the gate and gather disciples, but they would be swept away without a chance to do anything in front of the elite warriors of Yoga Yeombang (according to Yeombangju) and the reinforcements of Sadoryun, who had already prepared for battle.

“hmm?”

But why?

Instead of preparing for battle, the huge gate of the manor was opened wide and the place was brightly lit with lanterns.

Inside, which is clearly visible, the table has already been set up for a banquet, and everyone is giggling with bright expressions.

The masters, including Yo Hwan-cheol, Jo Gwang-ang, and Sa Sa Bo-yeol, look at each other and exchange glances.

‘How can this happen?’

‘I don’t know either.’

Since there was not even a sign posted on the wide open gate, removing the gatekeeper at the banquet house also meant that anyone could come in without hesitation.

At this point, you become so absurd and embarrassed that you become speechless, stunned, and don’t know what to do.

Either they are gloomy because they will soon be kicked out, or they have already disappeared into the night, or they are in a mood to make a life-or-death decision, etc. They are throwing a party.

“I see, you can’t spit on a smiling face! “It looks like the Gyerim Swordsmen used a plan!”

Jo Gwang-ang, a self-proclaimed master of military strategy, is the only one who understands and is impressed.

“It seems like they thought that because it was auspicious day and they were smiling and having fun and showing their defenseless side, they wouldn’t be able to attack, but hehe, that’s naive. The path of an apostle is the path of defeat, and recognition is nothing but a luxury. We walk the path of asura!”

Jo Gwang-ang, leader of Baekungdan, shouted arbitrarily.

The Black Wolf Danju, Hyeju Biho, Saheun, and the White Tiger Danju, Bokju First Sword, Munjeong Station were the first sura path that they had never agreed to.

Following Jo Gwang-ang, who is walking the path of Sura as he pleases, the two Danju of Yeombangju and the three Bubanjus, as well as a group of others, rush into the gate first.

Then, looking at the front of the spacious manor yard, Kang Su-yang, the head of the Gyerim Swordsman, looks surprised at the largest table set up.

“No, isn’t it the yoga guy who sells salt? “What brings you here?”

First of all, he’s a yoga guy selling salt in Haidae.

What’s wrong with a lowly salt seller?

It was Kang Soo-yang who completely turned Yo Hwan-cheol’s mind upside down from the first word.

This is the way of political factions.

I guess it could be said that double greed is mean, so we always try to find a way to get it back.

In this respect, Cheong is closer to Safain, or rather, even from Safain’s perspective, she is closer to a poisonous witch who is extremely vicious.

“Ah, you came to say hello too. Okay, since we’ve come this far, I guess I should raise a drink. cancer. “It shouldn’t be like that.”

“who! “Who is saying hello?”

“huh? Are you saying you didn’t come to say hello? “I brought all the samurai with me, so I thought I should have stopped by to say hello.”

“Fuck that stupid trick-”

“stop!”

Suddenly, Jo Gwang-ang interrupted Yeom Bang-ju’s conversation.

Yeombangju Yo Hwan-cheol was moved to tears.

No matter how much he is an expert in the Apostolic Alliance, he is still the leader of a faction. What kind of face will he lose if he abruptly cuts off the conversation like this?

Yeom Bang-ju’s sarcasm was deeply hurt, but if he was someone who could understand such feelings in the first place, he would not have stopped talking.

“Haha, it looks like Munju is trying to avoid disaster with a trick, but I think you should read the military history more. “Unknowing strategies are helpless in the face of true attack, and what Sun Tzu emphasized in Sangmu is that the best defense lies in preparation. A force that is always ready for battle is the true defense.”

Kang Soo-yang looks at Jo Gwang-ang with a sullen look in her eyes as if she doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but let’s just come in.

“Haha, are you embarrassed that your plan that staked the fate of your sect was discovered? But there is nothing to be too discouraged. “There is no need for your pride to be hurt just because you were defeated by Jo Gwang-ang, the White Lotus Fist fighter whose name is widely known for his mysterious strategy.”

For a moment, Cheong’s eyes lit up. one two.

“White Lotus Tekken!”

Cheong suddenly screamed to himself.

Besides, the volume should be normal.

As the crowd gathered in puzzlement, Cheong began to sweat.

Lady, there must be some rule shared among the locals by repeating this song. I guess not now.

“Uh, um… … , I just thought I heard it somewhere. Well, just have the conversation you were having. Ah, this, I wanted to eat this, my favorite, um, what kind of soup, yes, um, soup, it looks delicious.”

“older brother? “That’s not a stew, it’s the oil removed from the hotpot-”

“Shh. “Be careful.”

Cheong made an awkward sound and ate a spoonful of the oil he had saved to use for cooking later, and said nonsense like ‘Hmm, this is the most delicious, I guess it’s oil, so it’s really greasy’ and forced a natural atmosphere.

So Jo Gwang-ang thought.

Is this a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of? Anyway, I did it.

“Hmm, hmm. Anyway, Moonju. A strategy is just a strategy. “If the leader has drawn his sword, there is no turning back, so don’t leave a stupid record of being killed while enjoying a feast in the face of an enemy attack, even now-”

It was a time when Jo Gwang-ang was showing off like that for a while.

Suddenly, a bright voice filled with profound history shakes the audience.

“The King is reigning! “As King Deokhyeon takes his seat, everyone should greet their father with the utmost respect!”

Pretending to do so, the disciples of the Gyerim Sword Sect, who had agreed in advance, stopped the banquet they were enjoying all at once and kneeled in a polite manner.

The disciples of the Gyerim Sword Sect had already bowed before the king when he came to reign, so it is enough to just kneel and be polite to the living, following the rule of not bowing twice in one sitting.

Yeom Bangju and other experts were greatly embarrassed by this.

King? King? suddenly?

I wonder if this sounds like a bolt from the blue.

At that time, Jayu comes out of the main hall and sits behind Kang Su-yang.

It turned out that there was a higher seat behind the head of the table, so the highest head of the table was set aside.

And he put his elbows on the table, rested his chin on them, and said-

“hmm? What is it? “What are these people doing? How dare they look at the blood of the Son of Heaven and still keep their backs straight?”

“majesty. “The guy standing in front of you is a salt seller named Yogi, and he seems to have come to pay his respects after hearing the rumor that your Majesty was visiting.”

“Oh, really? From what I heard at first glance, it seemed like he was angry about who was greeting him?”

Only then did Yo Hwan-cheol begin to think.

‘Crazy guys! I asked them to vacate the manor and they brought in the real king!? ‘You cowardly bastards who don’t even know the inviolability of government affairs!’

The bell hasn’t even rang to signal midnight yet.

These are the thoughts of someone who invaded before the sun had even passed.

But death is death, and shouldn’t the living live?

“no! I guess I stopped by to say hello to His Majesty the King, whom I always admire the most! “Your Majesty, I wish you a Happy New Year!”

Yo Hwan-cheol was about to bow but stopped.

It was Kang Su-yang, the lord of the Gyerim swordsman, who took a seat in front of the unidentified king, who was sitting awkwardly.

If you bow like this, isn’t it like bowing to Kang Su-yang?

“Well, Moonju. Are martial arts greetings inherently so disrespectful? “No matter how royal he is, he can’t bend his knee?”

“no! “A thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years!”

Yo Hwan-cheol almost throws himself and raises both arms and shouts Cheonse.

Freedom’s gaze is directed to the dispatched expert of the Safa Alliance, who still doesn’t know what to do.

“Nanny Kanghorangjung sends greetings to Your Majesty! May your life be eternal!”

“Bokju’s Hwa Mo sends her greetings!”

“Hyeju’s wife sends greetings!”

“This is Jo Gwang-yang from Heongyang! Hello!”

With Boyeol at the forefront, the experts of the Safarian League also rushed to their feet.

Nabal is the reception area of ​​the manor, and the place where the king resides is the sanctuary of the central plain.

“OK. There’s still some time left until the new year. I hope you all have a happy new year too. Hmm, but it looks like there are a lot of people outside.”

Kang Soo-yang gives a blunt answer.

“Aren’t they all people who came together on a good night to say hello to His Majesty?”

“okay? They are truly remarkable people. However, it seems like the long-awaited New Year’s good night will pass by if I have to receive greetings from everyone. Yeah, that’s how I feel. “I think the Emperor will have to come and greet me in person.”

So, the benevolent King Deokhyeon personally walked out of the gate and greeted the crowd of visitors.

“Deokhyeonchinwang, thousand years old! “A thousand years!”

“King Deokhyeonchin, live for a thousand years! “A thousand years!”

Kang-ho’s wives, who were moved by this, all put their knees and elbows and foreheads to the ground and shouted for the noble Wang-ho to leave the world.

So loud that the whole of Namnyeong rang.