We don’t know if the Myeonsa maiden that the warrior saw was the real Cheonhwageom.

However, after being thrown out of the guest house, he lost consciousness, and afterwards, he was one-sidedly massacred by wandering singers, a village woman, and a barbarian bitch.

So, rather than running away, I turned around to report this critical situation.

He left his colleagues behind with a truly broken heart.

Saheun’s answer was to raise his palm up to the height of his head.

Sapa Musa shakes his neck.

However, since Musa was not a turtle, his head did not burrow into his body.

However, it was an effort to reduce the impact, but-

“hmm. No. “The idea is not bad.”

Saheun slowly lowers his arms.

It was the moment when Sapa Musa was relieved and craned his neck again.

match!

Sapa Musa’s neck jerked as he was slapped one beat too late.

“This is not a light punishment for sobriety. “Are you telling me to believe something that even a dog wouldn’t believe?”

“sorry!”

Why would a person who is a political faction leader, or even someone who has the ultimate level of inaction, bother using assassins?

Where is the client who sends assassins there and then openly fights with them?

However, the idea of ​​combining the Heavenly Fire Sword itself is rather excellent.

Couldn’t this be a justification to break the current standoff?

I don’t know if it’s the real Cheonhwa Sword or not, but wouldn’t it be too cruel to take eight lives just for harassing a girl?

So, what I’m saying is that they just found a number of things to complain about.

Then, Saheun rushed to the Danju of the two advanced combat teams and said.

“Didn’t you say that Cheon Hwa-geom girl is walking around Namnyeong city like she’s at home these days?”

Munjeong-yeok, the leader of the Baekho Dan, takes advantage of it.

“you’re right. Damn bitch. I was just lucky enough to arrive at the right time for the king to come, but isn’t that a very big deal? “How dare you be so wanton in the realm of the Apostolic Alliance.”

“Uh huh. Don’t be so angry. That’s her plan. Didn’t Zhuge Liang tease Sun Quan and lead him to participate in the war? Through provocation, the goal is achieved by turning the inside out. “This is a strategy of the fighting world.”

It was Jo Gwang-ang’s strategy of defeat.

“That damn strategy. And now, what is the plan of this old blood clot? “I guess I just come to a foreign place and have fun without thinking.”

“Tsk tsk. The opponent is at the peak level. Are you going to make the mistake of looking down on your enemies? “If you don’t know what to do-”

“100 wins in 100 battles! I know!”

“Tsk, tsk, it’s not 100 wins, it’s 100 deaths. If you are going to pick it up somewhere, make sure you pick it up properly.”

At Jo Gwang-ang’s scolding, Munjeong Station’s face turned red.

The moment when you explode and shout something.

Forty opens his mouth at the perfect time.

“Hmm, that Cheonhwageom bitch is already annoying, so the head of the group instructed the members of the Black Wolves to gently apply medicine if they see Cheonhwageom during activities.”

“Alright! Good! Why didn’t I think of that? Why didn’t I think of using the battlefield here? “Are you using your brain too?”

Saheun’s eyes twitch.

Even if there are ranks in the white-level combat team and the black-level combat team, isn’t 40 clearly the senior?

Of course, in a situation where the level of the combat team and his own inaction are insufficient, he is only older.

Still, it’s you.

This was the reason why Saheun kept his mouth shut.

“Seeing as you’ve come here, doesn’t that mean you’ve caught a case?”

Still, I became a Bokju First Black person.

Saheun opened his mouth again.

“So, when that bitch was seen at the guest house, there happened to be a wandering singer selling songs, so it seems she was making fun of her. Of course, I was so excited that I pulled out my sword. And then he dared to kill as many as eight warriors of the Sadōryun.”

Words are different depending on how you say them.

This is the legacy of a warrior who has lived for over 50 years.

It was the moment when he was transformed from an incompetent Danju who lost eight of his subordinates due to his inability to manage his subordinates, to a cool-headed strategist who devised a plan to gain a cause and achieved results beyond imagination in exchange for the lives of his subordinates.

The eyes of the two Danjus sparkle at that.

“dare! “You can’t believe you’re harming the Great Apostle Geon-ah!”

“Maybe because she’s young, she’s running wild without knowing what to do. “I just saw blood.”

Even though the eight are dead, Jo Gwang-ang instead chuckles and comes up with a plan.

“If you pulled out your sword first, we would have no hesitation. Let’s make the board bigger. Was the real king in the Gyerim Sword School or somewhere else? “If we eliminate the easy-going political faction officers one by one, the Gyerim Swordsmen will realize that it is not a good idea to simply believe in the pro-king and remain confined.”

Munjeongyeok nodded and said.

“Hoo. Didn’t you just say he was the pro-king? So it looks like you accept the outcome of the bet now? Cho Gwang-ang, the sure-to-defeat strategy of war. “It’s a perfect nickname.”

Jo Gwang-ang’s expression darkened.

Munjeong Station smiles in satisfaction and continues talking.

“Apart from that, Kangho’s seniors should punish the colt who runs wild without knowing that he is afraid.”

“joy. Can you do that with your strength? “I heard you were the bitch who killed the Flame Demon?”

Jo Kwang-ang, offended, sarcastically says.

“From what I heard, you often stop by Yonggungnu, right? All you have to do is feed the bats in the gutter acid poison or parasitic acid. I was trying to ask the teacher for some medicine, hmm? But the teacher doesn’t show his face these days, does he? “Are you upset because that fun thing didn’t work out?”

For reference, ‘gutter bats’ is what the Sapa group calls Haomundo.

Mun Jeong-yeok says this and looks at Jo Gwang-ang.

Jo Gwang-ang, the person who caused unnecessary pain to Gyerim’s disciples and masters by sending out a mysterious letter, shrugged his shoulders and asked why he was looking at me.

“what. anyway. If you attract a bunch of onlookers and insult them by calling them monks, they won’t be able to escape. So, what does your favorite strategy say about this?”

“Um, so… … ”

What a person does cannot be defined exactly as a strategy.

So, naturally, in response to the delayed response, Munjeong Station was very excited and made fun of me.

“Seeing as I can’t get a clear answer, I guess I didn’t read the medical records enough, right? If you don’t get a clear answer even after reading it hundreds of times, shouldn’t you read it hundreds more times?”

Jo Gwang-ang’s expression was distorted.

—-

Bo-yeol told Cheong that he would wait for the last five days, but Yeon-seo did not come by again on the sixth day.

「Congratulations, Seok Bong-sil.」

Wow, just one line of content!

Unless the situation is unavoidable due to running out of food, just by looking at the one-line love letter, you can tell that Bo-yeol’s feelings are seriously hurt.

But is it Seokbongsil?

Then, since the rooms are named in the following order: jewel, tree, flower, insect, or beast, I think if it’s a bee, it goes down another floor.

Is the old man’s financial situation getting worse?

Well, anyway.

Cheong thought as he threw Yeonseo into the brazier.

It would be nice if I could get just one more bottle of blood poison, but that’s all.

The old man seems to be quite naive about Madhu, but it seems like he will give it to him if he can be gently coaxed.

And then Cheong snaps his fingers.

Congratulations.

Judge Bo-yeol was deeply offended.

“This bitch doesn’t look at people with contempt, and it’s not like she’s being too pushy. I had no intention of keeping my promise in the first place. “You look like a noble bitch.”

An old man’s specialty is talking to himself.

Bo-yeol was so angry that he was circling back and forth in Seokbong-sil’s narrow room, muttering wildly, ‘See if I’ll leave you alone, that damn bitch that will kill you.’

smart. At the sound of a knock on the door, Bo-yeol shouts in frustration.

“come in! Bitch, how can a person look so superior! I-”

Boyeol, who was about to get angry, stopped.

It wasn’t Cheong, but judging by her attire, she was a waitress working in a guesthouse.

“Hmm, what’s going on?”

“A guest in the Yonggung room asked me to take care of the elderly… … ”

This is a waitress who was shamed for nothing.

In front of the master’s momentum, he shrugs his shoulders and trails off.

“A guest in the Dragon Palace room? Are you saying you asked me to take you there? who? Also, do you know who I am?”

“I don’t know, but the customer wearing the cotton thread just politely asked me to bring the old man who uses the stone seal… … ”

Who can point out Seokbongsil as a guest wearing a cotton thread?

Boyeol headed to the top of Yonggungnu.

The color of the hallway is already sparkling with golden light, red silk and all kinds of decorations are added, making it dazzling even in the middle of the night.

When you knock on the door of the Yonggung room, the door opens and Cheong greets you with a bare face and a gentle smile.

“Oh, are you here?”

“Ha, how dare you ask an adult to come here. Where on earth did you get that beard hair, hmm? “What is this scent?”

The strong scent of tea permeates Boyeol’s nose.

“Is it really necessary for the world’s magistrate to stay in Seokbong’s room? I decided to stay here because I didn’t feel comfortable. Take a break here today. Well, you came at the right time. “I was thinking of you, so I brought you six supplements.”

“Hmm. “I didn’t call you to get some tea or something.”

Introduction Surin-style etiquette culture naturally includes tea ceremony.

It was Cheong’s tea-making skills that were imprinted by radiation injection.

It’s okay if you don’t do it, but if you do, it’s all the same.

He is a person who is more serious about cars than anyone else.

Just by smelling the scent, you can immediately understand the condition of the tea leaves and whether the tea was brewed properly.

Cheong carefully removes the top water with the lid of the teapot, a technique called chunpungbulmyeon in the process of making tea.

Boyeol holds the teacup and looks into the tea.

In tea art, it is a process called pumcha.

Good temperature, good color, good scent.

The corner of Boyeol’s mouth relaxes as he tastes a flawless glass of wine.

“Hmm, you learned dayye very well.”

“What? My skills are still lacking.”

The intention to argue is gone everywhere, and Bo-yeol wets his tongue with a grinning Yuk Bo-chung poem.

“Hey, that’s good. “Yes, it was a pity that I couldn’t see a cup of this in my Namnyeong land, but you are much better than the salt seller.”

“lol. “What can you get from a salt seller other than salty water?”

“Yes, that’s right. Tsk. “What the hell.”

After drinking it three times and enjoying the aftertaste, I felt like I had missed the heat.

It was because I was not in the mood to get angry.

“Hmm. But the agreed time has passed, so why is there no news?”

“Oh, don’t say anything. “To eat a meal, you have to sting a lot of sticks, but if you stick five sticks in each stick, the whole cooking will be ruined.”

“What!?”

“Is there some kind of internal strife there? I heard that someone anonymously sent a letter telling people to be careful of poison. “I’m sure the old man didn’t send you.”

“Who knows the plan but you and me, um.”

Boyeol was about to ask back at the absurdity, but suddenly closed his mouth.

It was because there was something to point out.

These bastards, the old guy is trying to do something, but he’s bothering you because he has a stomach ache?

In the first place, it wasn’t a plan to be done alone, and wouldn’t it be better for everyone to finish it quickly and return rather than wasting time and staying in this remote rural village?

But then it gets in the way again.

“also. It was sent from there, right? What is it? “Do you bother people by doing their work?”

“Hmm. “I’m not like that.”

“So no matter who reads it but me, they are bound to fail. So, if you have another bottle… … ”

“what! “Are you saying you failed?”

“I wouldn’t call it a failure, it’s just… … ”

Cheong trailed off.

Because I can’t say that I just didn’t do anything.

“But how could I have known that a letter would come? There are five poison needles… … .”

Cheong pretended to be pitiful and trailed off.

If Cheong had been angry with Jeokbanhajang, they could have clashed with each other, but since he was getting a lot of valuable tea and writing letters, he was so upset that he didn’t say anything.

“This is really the last time. Even if I give you more, I have nothing. So, it must succeed. “I’ll give it to you for five days this time, so please give it some.”

Wow. Three bottles.

Cheong smiled heartily and took the blood poison.

—-

Meanwhile, the waitress who had been scolded by Bo-yeol hurriedly went downstairs, and even after reaching the first floor, she headed further down to the basement.

It’s not a place to hide somewhere and cry because you’re sad about the sad situation you’re in as a waitress and being treated like nothing.

Rather, waitresses were the type of people who were happy to be treated like lowly people, because they were part of a group that took advantage of their lowly status to carry out tricks.

These are the ones called Haomen in Gangho.