Chapter 191

When Cheol-wu, who fainted, was carried out, Jin Wi-gyeong came forward.

"There are no more people who want to challenge!"

I am the one who literally rubbed off Cheol-woo, who was so strong. There can be no challengers.

When no one came forward, Jin Wei-gyeong shouted with an expression that he would die of love.

"If you do, the final winner of this dance is Jin Tae-gyeong, the dragon of Shanseo!"

belt ring.

– You have become the final winner of the unexpected event, [Taewon Jinga Boat Competition]!

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At the same time as the unexpected sound, the great banquet literally turned into a crucible of frenzy.

"Yaaaaa!"

"Long live the Taiyuan Jinga! Long live the Shanxi Jamrong!"

"Shanxi Jamrong has won the right to defeat!"

"Kyat hoo!"

who is kyathou? Are you a guy who knows how to play?

Anyway, the atmosphere in the venue was so hot that it was said to be a rock festival.

The child threw the candy he was holding into the air, and the gray-haired old man screamed and smashed his cane with his knee.

"Oh dear!"

"Hi-yap!"

It would have been better if the reaction of the Moorim people had been increased, but not less.

It is the Shanxi Murim that has been treated as a periphery for a long time. I only defeated one of the serial confession horses, but to them it was like winning a battle of pride against Seo Moorim.

"Here's a bottle of wine, hostess!"

"The dumplings that were put on top twenty years ago are going down. I will buy everything here today, so order what you want to eat!"

don't call mother in law don't do it all

Anyway, everyone came out of the pocket of Jinga in Taewon, but those who were properly hit by Sanseoppong rolled their eyes.

'It's going crazy.'

Since most of them are Murim people, carrying weapons is a basic requirement. I'm worried that there won't be a problem if I get drunk with mulberry.

Sure enough, what kind of crazy guy was that? cried out

"Everyone pull out your sword!"

Cha Cha Cha Chang!

Hundreds of weapons were pulled out with flashing lights.

"Shake them in turn from the front!"

"Whoa!"

Cha Cha Cha Chang! Cha Cha Cha Chang!

No, surf comes out here?

As I watched the young cheering culture that was ahead of its time, I muttered in exasperation.

"This is completely… … "

"It's a piece of shit."

I started it, but the words that followed are not what I said.

An old, pale voice that pierced my ears clearly. I looked around, but all I could see were excited people.

'Who is it?'

Even in the midst of a mess of all sorts of noise, I could hear it as if I was talking right next to me. He is a master, and he is also the owner of profound gong power.

It was the moment when a few people, including me, turned their heads to find the owner of the voice.

"Go!"

gooh

Is this the lion roar I read in martial arts novels?

The ground vibrates and the air quivers. Those who were weak among the civilians fainted or sat down with screams.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Ugh!"

The grand banquet hall, which had a festive atmosphere, quickly turned into a mayhem.

The trembling civilians and the frozen Murim people. I see an old man walking leisurely among the crowd that has been torn apart as if he had been hit by a bomb.

"I feel better now."

A tall, skinny body. The gaze of the old man who was sweeping the crowd with sharp eyes collided with mine.

It was the center of the non-stage, and since the young guy was standing and looking at it, he must have stood out.

The old man who had been looking me up and down opened his mouth.

"Is it you?"

"yes?"

"Cheongpung, Jin Tae-kyung. Which one are you?"

What is this situation.

A thousand thoughts ran through my head.

In a short moment, I made up my mind and answered.

"It is neither."

"No?"

You seem to be misreading others."

I don't know what it is, but let's catch it.

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Just look at it and you'll see the size. I don't know where he came from, but he didn't seem to have very good feelings for me.

"okay?"

"I am hearing it for the first time in my life."

The old man gestured back.

"Come here."

W], Elder."

The four people who had been hidden among the people appeared. Coincidentally, all of them were familiar with me. In particular, one person had a face that I could not recognize.

'Hyuk Moo-jin?'

No, why is the guy on duty there? They are also memorable faces.

But what were those nicknames?

'Oh yeah. Jongnam Samsoo.'

When I managed to recall the extras' nicknames, an unknown old man spoke to the four of them.

"Find them."

Hyuk Mu-jin and Gong Il-hyuk, a middle-aged man with a splint on his arm, pointed at me at the same time.

"Chief! Please save me!"

"It's him! That guy is Jin Tae-kyung!"

oh, i heard

The old man, who was silent for a moment, asked me.

"Are you really Jin Tae-kyung?"

I bowed my head as politely as possible.

"nice to see you. My name is Jin Tae-kyung."

Have you ever seen such an insane person?"

The time when the old man was stunned. The three of them landed lightly with the sound of a whistling wind.

It was Jinwigyeong, Baekmuseong, and Cheongpung.

"It is called Jinwigyeong, the sogaju of Jinga in Taewon. May I ask the name of the old boat?"

"Uh hmm. Sogaju of Taewon Jinga?"

I asked the old man the question, but it was Gong Il-hyeok who took the lead.

Jin Wi-gyeong narrowed her brows at his intrusion.

"That's right. Who are you?"

"I am Jongnam Samsoo Gong Ilhyuk. Poongungeomgun Gongiljung Daehyeop, who is the second generation disciple of the Daejongnam Sect and the head of the family, will be my fifth cousin."

The appeal of that guy's fifth cousin is still steady. It makes you want to hit the snout with Baeksuk's hind legs.

Upon learning Gong Il-hyeok's true identity, Jin Wi-gyeong muttered like a moan.

"Zongnam faction?"

Gong Il-hyeok is a parachute who only believes in personal connections, but the name of Jong-nam faction is different.

Because the Gupailbang and the Five Greats are the giants that move the world at Danggeum.

Gong Il-hyeok, riding on the momentum, continued to speak triumphantly.

"And this person here is Song Il Dae-hyeop, the elder of the text."

That old man is the elder of the sect?

I expected him to be a master, but he seems to have a greater status than I thought. The faces of Jin Wi-gyeong and Baek Moo-seong hardened.

"Roaring Swordsman… …

"Moorim Malhak Baek Moo-seong meets Song Seon-bae."

An old man, an old swordsman, looked down at the two people who hurriedly prepared their manners.

A voice overflowing with the composure and arrogance of a strong man came out.

"Baek Moo-sung? Are you a Volcano Ilhak?"

"Yes, it is an undeserved nickname."

"I guess so. Worse than your master when he was young."

Look at what the old man says.

But I have to admit that the kick is great.

It was not enough that the Roaring Swordsman ruthlessly crushed Baek Moo-seong, who was the object of envy, in front of everyone, and called Cheon Swordsman, a long-time scholar of the Volcano Sect, as if he were a neighborhood friend.

It seems that the distribution in Moorim was very high, just like martial arts.

"I will do my best."

"Hmm, you talk quite slickly. But if the Heavenly Prosecutors sent you… … ."

The old swordsman's eyes shone as he looked at Baek Moo-seong, who lowered his head without saying anything.

His eyes were on the distant blue sky.

"That guy. The descendant of the sword castle."

Cheongpung asked with a puzzled expression.

"Do you know my grandfather?"

"I know. I know. How could I not know him?"

Judging by the expression, it doesn't seem like a very good relationship.

When the situation turned out to be unusual, Qin Yuqing asked with a hard face.

"May I ask what happened to you?"

"I have come to collect my debt."

"Did you say debt?"

"Yes, the debt that dared to ridicule the Great Chong Nam faction and hurt the disciple in the text."

A knife-like gaze came out and shot toward the blue wind.

Gong Il-hyuk stepped forward, waving his splinted arm.

"Do you see this? These are the wounds I received at the King's Office of Sangsan, where I was recently invited to visit.

Cheongpung opened his mouth with an apologetic face.

"I hit it lightly… did it hurt a lot?"

cruel guy. He kills a lot twice. Gong Il-hyeok's face burns red after being publicly humiliated.

"this guy! There's nothing I can't say about the subject of surprise!"

I was dumbfounded and muttered.

"You sound like a surprise. First of all, I was grabbed by the neck, and then I got a reverse tour."

"Can't you shut up! Thinking about what you two have done to me by mocking this door, I can't even chew it!"

Originally, children's fights spread to adults' fights.

The faces of Jin Wi-gyeong and Baek Moo-seong were distorted.

"Chew? Is that what you just said to me?"

"You bastard! Gongdaehyup, be careful with your words and actions! Even though the schools are different, there is definitely something called distribution in Moorim, but how can I…"

"Cluck cluck.

Jin Wi-gyeong and Baek Moo-seong shut their mouths at the roaring swordsman's intrusive laughter.

"Allocation. You spoke well."

"..."

"..."

"Nobu is the death penalty of Poongwoon Swordsman, the long leader in the text, and the distribution is the same as the Cheongumman of the Hwasan faction, so there should be no problem."

It was a mistake to bring up the story of distribution.

Ilshin's martial arts were also great, but when he pushed through in time, not only Jin Wi-gyeong and Baek Moo-seong, but even Cheongpung, a disciple of Geomseong, couldn't stand it.

"Is the old woman wrong?"

When no one opened his mouth, the roaring swordsman spoke to Cheongpung.

"You hurt the disciple of the Jongnam sect. Are you ready?"

This is why words are scary.

There is no process of how it happened, only the result. Baek Moo-seong hurriedly intervened.

"Senior Roh, regarding this, we need to be clear about right and wrong."

Cheongpung also murmured in a very depressed posture.

"I just hit it lightly."

"If you do, are you saying you didn't do it?"

"It's not like that. He hit, but I didn't expect him to hurt like that."

Gong Il-hyeok saw the gap and rushed at it.

"It was an obvious trick!"

"Did you hear?"

"Not really."

While Cheongpung couldn't say anything and hesitated, the voice of the roaring swordsman continued.

"I will formally protest against the Volcano faction this time, so don't you dare think of bragging about it."

"Elder, the government and Moorim do not interfere with each other. Moreover, the officials present there are friendly with them, so I am worried that they will tell lies."

"You are right. We will take action."

It is no different from a Go-Stop that has already been squeezed and played.

Baek Moo-seong bit his lip at the unfair treatment, and the destination of the remaining arrows was determined.

"For the true value of Taewon, keep the gate closed until someone is sent."

"… … What did you say now?"

What I wanted to say was replaced by Jin Wi-gyeong. No, everyone who heard Roaring Swordsman's words would have had the same thought.

'It's a Bongmun.'

What bullshit is that?

It is true that I gave Gong Il-hyeok a little embarrassment.

However, it was limited to Gong Il-hyeok, and I can assure you that there were no words to ridicule or insult Jong-Nam faction.

But you're saying you're just going to make a seal with that?

Even though there is a clue that it is until the Jongnam faction sends someone, that in itself is already humiliating.

"Unjust!"

The old swordsman raised his eyes at Jin Wi-gyeong's cry.

"what?"

"It's a Bongmun before you even think about what's going on. Is this the way of the Old School, no, of the Jong Nam faction?"

"You dare!"

"The family will not accept it!"

"What if I don't accept it?"

Swoop.

A mighty momentum rose from the roaring swordsman's body like wildfire.

The feeling of a sword aiming at the forehead. My skin prickled.

"If I don't accept it, what will I do?"

"...!"

"This is Murim. Did you forget?"

In an instant, annoyance welled up. I already know how the world goes.

They are ignored because they do not have money, they are despised because they do not have a strong support, and they are despised because their talent is insignificant.

'It's the same here.'

Moorim and Hyundai are different but very similar.

Those in power turn lies into truth and the truth into lies.

Pressing and stamping the weak.

All situations are natural and natural to them. Like a roaring swordsman in front of you.

thud, thud

Blood oozes from his tightly clenched fists.

I let out a hot breath as I glared at the blood that dripped onto the floor.

"Oh, f*ck. It sounds like shit, really."

Everyone heard the swear words that came out of my mouth in a situation where no one dared to open their mouth.

Something invisible cracked and seemed to break.

The old swordsman asked with a face of disbelief.

"… … What did you just say?"

Cursing was a mistake. It happened because of me, so I had to endure it no matter what.

Because that's the way to smooth things out.

but… … .

"It's like f*ck. It's like a d!ck. 이 시발새끼들아. You should do it in moderation."

I can't stand it any longer. I can't help it even if I'm criticized for being a thoughtless bastard and a young bastard who doesn't know the world.

I don't have the bad taste of wanting to replay things I've already been through in real life, even in Moorim.

I apologized to Qin Yuqing.

"sorry. I know it's something I have to put up with even though it sucks, but I couldn't just move on because it sucked twice as hard."

Jin Wei-gyeong, who was half-excited, has a very changeable expression.

Distorted, then straightened. After showing various expressions for a short moment, he finally smiled.

"Actually, I felt like a d!ck too."

Those words pulled the trigger.

Flames hotter than lava poured from the eyes of the roaring swordsman.

"You guys… … You were freaking out because you wanted to die."

Sureureung.

A sword that comes out with a word chewed and spit out. Over the pure white sword body, the sword was covered in layers.

It was that moment when it was aimed at me that burned stronger than anyone I had ever seen.

If you kill him, you die too."

The roaring swordsman's body stiffened at the sound of a loud voice coming from somewhere.