Chapter 132

"If you'll excuse me, can I eat one with Bingdangho?"

A momentary brain freeze came at the unexpected comment.

'What are you talking about?'

You don't even know how to do it, but can you eat just one with Bingdang Lake?

It was not in my plan for the first peak master to beg for Bingdangho-ro in the most polite way in the world.

growl

Now, the belly button clock stimulates sympathy. Reluctantly, I held out the Bingdang Horo that I was still holding.

"Hey, here."

"thank you. benefactor."

Bingdangho showed cost performance^, and became the benefactor of a peak master in 10 seconds of meeting.

Me and Hyuk Moo-jin blankly watched as Cheongpung, a young man fiercely biting and sucking on sweets that would have been eaten by children.

"Does the leader know someone?"

"No." Cheongpung, who ate one with the Bingdang Lake like a crab hiding his eyes, looked at Hyukmujin with the eyes of a hungry beast, as if he was still lacking.

To be precise, the two Bingdanghos held in his hands.

"… … Mujin."

"yes?"

"Give me."

Hyuk Moo-jin quickly hid his hands behind his back.

"I don't like it."

"no?"

"Yes, this is my first time eating this in five years. I haven't even touched it yet."

"I see. I want our Mujin to die 50 years earlier than expected."

He let out a deep sigh and held out the Bingdang horo, and Cheongpung's eyes sparkled.

"Thank you, Benefactor!"

In the next moment, Bingdang Lake moved to Cheongpung's hand with the sound of a whistling wind.

"Eww."

That's a lot of speed indeed. Hyuk Moo-jin, who took a deep breath, whispered to me with a trembling voice.

"Bo, aren't you an ordinary beggar?"

What kind of expression would he make if he knew that the scruffy young man in front of him was a master at his peak?

I carefully watched Cheongpung, who was frantically entering Bingdangho-ro.

'He looks too young to be a peak master.'

There is a rumor that I have heard so far. Now we know that even if the prestigious Daepa pours in all kinds of education and support for gifted children, it is the peak of mastery to be born like beans in a drought.

That is why Jin Moo-gyeong, a native of Shanseo Province, who is treated as a remote village in the world, became famous.

Because he reached the peak of justice 10 or 20 years ahead of others.

'however… …

At best, a guy my age can't figure out his level even with his senses, he's a top-notch master.

I've never heard of such a young, peak master in Shanxi.

'Where did this guy come from?'

Just in time, the blue wind raised its head. I ate it in a hurry, so my mouth was full of sticky sugar.

"Whew, I ate well."

"I'm a bit hungry… … You must have been very hungry."

"Yes. I've been starving all day."

"What happened?"

"Stop because you lost your travel expenses.

Still, it was a fun experience."

Can starving all day without money be a fun experience?

I felt it from the moment I first met him, but he is definitely a guy with an unusual way of thinking.

Cheongpung smiled brightly and nodded.

"Ah, my introduction is late. Cheongpung greets the benefactors."

"My name is Jin Tae-kyung."

"I am this person's right-hand man and heart, Hyuk Moo-jin."

I neatly ignored Hyukmujin's nonsense and kept an eye on Cheongpung.

Even if I look like this, I am a famous person in Shanxi Province.

As bad as it was a few months ago, now, for the exact opposite reason, there is no one in Shanxi who doesn't know my name.

'Do you want to find out?'

At that moment, when he secretly harbored anticipation, Cheongpung's face hardened.

"I-maybe… …

"Yes, that's right. I am him."

"If you'll excuse me, can I take care of you a little more?"

"yes?"

"I've been starving for a while."

Just in time, a thunder-like sound came from the ship of the blue wind.

growl

"… … Let's have dinner together then."

"Thank you, Benefactor!"

I don't know if this is a benefactor or a hogu.

The inside of Honghwa Gaekjan was crowded with people who had come for an early dinner.

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Jeomsoi, who ran quickly, guided us to the few empty seats.

"What would you like for food?"

I handed the wooden Moorim-style menu to Cheongpung.

"Take what you want to eat."

"Ah, no. I'm not a beast who doesn't know grace, so how… …

"It's okay, so order what you want to eat."

"Then give me everything here."

Have you ever seen such a golden beast?

Only the kitchen got busy with the appearance of the large hogu. Soon after, the food we ordered poured out in a row without stopping.

"Sanni Baekyuk (誅泥白肉) is here.

This dish is thinly sliced ​​boiled pork… … oh."

"Fishhyang meat has arrived.

Pork mixed with bamboo shoots, wood ear mushrooms, etc.

"Oh oh."

"This is Gyeongjangyuksa."

"Ohhh!"

"Gyuhwagye (叫 花鷄)

"Oooh!"

Unlike Jeom So-yi's words, which had worked hard to explain at first, became shorter and shorter, Cheongpung's reaction grew richer and richer.

Dishes that constantly fill the table.

Just when there was no place to put the food, Jeom So-yi held out a new plate with a face as if the wise man time had arrived.

"Maegu."

"Maegu?"

I know Megumi, who lives in the island country next door, but I have never heard of Megumi. She answered my gaze as if Jeom Soi was annoying.

"Maechae Pork (梅采拘肉)."

Now you even write an abbreviation.

While I was dumbfounded, Cheongpung was quickly emptying the food plate.

"Munch, munch."

"Eat slowly. slowly."

"Ah heh heh. Ha hui hee hee."

"… … Don't answer, just eat."

"Kangsa Haphiha!"

Hyukmujin whispered with a face that lost his appetite.

"Isn't that a real beggar?"

"Didn't you see the catch with Bingdangho earlier? Absolutely not."

"Kumchuk, kumchuk!"

"… … Probably not."

"Do you know, he might be a master of openness (??)."

"It's open."

I've seen a lot of martial arts novels. In fact, even in the current Moorim, it openly exists as one of the nine file rooms (九派一?).

I haven't met him yet, but right now one of the beggars hanging out at the entrance of the inn might be an opener.

"Should I check to see if there is a knot?"

Do masters of openness distinguish their identities by the knot on their waist?

I shook my head.

'No, it's not an open affiliation.'

If so, there must have been a reaction somehow when they heard my name. Since they belong to the same political faction, there is no reason to deliberately pretend not to know.

'Then which clan are you from?'

There is no way that such a young peak master fell from the sky.

At least he must be from a well-known clan… … . More and more, curiosity about this mysterious young man wells up.

"Ouch, I ate well."

After finally finishing the meal, Cheongpung knocked on the tadpole and hesitated when he saw Hyukmujin and me.

"Because it was the first food I had ever eaten, I showed disrespect in front of my benefactors. Wasn't I too much… … Enough already, man.

Still, it's fortunate that there is at least a little bit of self-awareness.

"it's okay. I do sometimes, too."

"You seem to have a connection with me.

haha."

I smiled along the blue wind and opened my mouth. Now is the time to start investigating the hukou.

"But it's the first time I've tried all of them, so it seems that you don't usually eat greasy food."

Cheongpung shook his head gloomily.

"It wasn't that I didn't eat, I didn't eat.

If I had known there was such delicious food, I would have descended earlier."

"Ah, you live in the mountains. It must have been very difficult."

"A living life? fun. The scenery is nice, and there are many places to eat.

My grandfather also lived alone in the mountains all his life."

"Are you Grandpa?"

"yes. But er… …

"Please speak."

"Can I get you a drink? I haven't had a drink yet."

"… … Please do whatever you want."

There are many things this child has not eaten.

Still, a ray of conscience remains, ordering a bottle of the cheapest shipper.

After a while, Cheongpung, who had been drinking wine without hesitation, muttered with a slightly reddened face.

"Ugh, that's getting drunk. But what were we talking about?"

"Even the fact that my grandfather lived alone all his life in the mountains."

"Oh right. Anyway, I also lived with my grandfather since I was little. It's been since I was five years old, so it's already been fifteen years."

"is it so? It's been really long."

I tried not to show surprise.

Adhering to the terms and conditions to the climax. At least, it is said that he is a genius equal to or higher than Jinmugyeong. The more we talked, the more I became curious about his identity.

"Where is it? If it's such a nice place to live, I'd like to go play sometime later."

The blue wind that was trying to push something stopped for a moment.

"Oh, I don't think I can tell you that."

"Ah, can't you even say that much?"

"Because my grandfather hates him so much… … Because of that, they move places once or twice a year."

"Are you moving?"

Yes, strange people keep coming."

They are strange people. Are you a serious hiker?

Well, it would be inconvenient for people living in the mountains.

He continued with his eyes locked in memories.

"When I was 10 years old, one day dozens of people came in droves and started abusive behavior. I remember my grandfather yelling at me to turn it off before setting it on fire."

"Ah, that's why you keep moving places… … ?"

Yes, fortunately the mountain is wide, so you have been avoiding it for ten years."

ten years? The grandfather is also a great nobleman.

At that time, Hyuk Moo-jin, who was listening to the story of Cheongpung with interest, asked.

"Then why did Confucius descend the mountain?"

Cheongpung, who was sucking on the spout of the bottle as if regretting it, answered.

"Because of the Ten Peaked Dragons."

"Ten Bongryong? what else is that?"

Hyuk Moo-jin answered my question with a look that says he sees all sorts of weird guys.

"Why doesn't the captain know about the Tenbongryong?"

"Maybe you don't know, man."

"Eh? Last year, after drinking heavily at Giru and talking about becoming a Tenbongryong, I was embarrassed."

"That's not me… … done. So, what is the Tenbongryong?"

"Are you asking because you really don't know?"

"Can I not know?"

"Of course not. Right now, Gongja Lee is the Tenbongryong."

uh really?

Hyuk Moo-jin spoke passionately at me who blinked.

"The Jeongpa Moorim's best reviewers!

Dragons and phoenixes who will lead the next Moorim!

Does it make sense that you don't know the Ten Bongryong?"

"Hey, hey. lower your voice People are staring at you."

Not just words, but because of Hyuk Moo-jin's loud shouts, the customers around us are glancing at us.

"What do you think when you look at me? It's too much for the captain to do this! Do you make fun of people, yes?"

"I don't know about teasing people, but I'm good at hitting."

"Looks like I got too excited. sorry."

Leaving behind Hyuk Moo-jin, who had regained his reason in an instant, he smiled kindly towards Cheongpung.

"Continue talking."

"It's nothing special. It just made me feel like a child for a moment."

He stared at me with slightly open eyes. It is still a little more bit....

"Who is stronger, me or them? I wanted to find out the answer to that question."

In the end, it is because of the warrior's spirit of self-respect.

It was possible to guess that the desire to advance to a new world and the desire to prove one's martial prowess by defeating the strong led him down the mountain.

'It seems that I have enough skills to be able to think like that.'

Jin Moo-kyung said that he had reached the climax in the terms and conditions and made the midfield uproar. He who did that is now regarded as one of the best later exponents of Sipbongryong, Jeong Sect.

The Cheongpung in front of you is at least the owner of a military talent comparable to Jinmu-gyeong.

'I deserve it.'

It was at that moment that I nodded my head.

"Puhahaha!"

"Kuk, kuk. Ah, I was scolded for holding back my laughter."

I raised my head towards the source of the sound.

Second floor. Five men and women dressed in silk were looking down at us with sneering smiles on their faces.