Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 1425
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Episode 1425. Looks like the wind is blowing quite a bit
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was walking aimlessly, entered a rather decent-looking guesthouse.
Seeing that there were a lot of empty seats in the restaurant even during dinner time, I thought there might be an empty room.
just as expected?
The owner came out from the checkout counter and groveled as he told me the price of the room.
After paying for two separate rooms, I sat down on the window seat.
As soon as Song Yeo-ryang sat down across from him, he spoke as if making excuses for the previous situation.
“I’m sorry about earlier. Lord Maeng asked what happened to Hyeonmudae and why he came here alone… … . “I said I brought Daehyup with me, and that’s what happened.”
“What are you sorry for? If you talk about it, it can happen. Besides, I was the one who dragged you here. “If you’re worried about Hyeonmudae, you can go to Hyeongsan.”
“no. The members of the Hyunmudae are not even the first strong team members. it’s okay. Moreover, if the Great Feng Association has Chief Feng… … . “It is true that I, the owner, am here.”
“Then that’s enough. “Don’t worry about me.”
“yes!”
By the time we finished the conversation, dinner was served.
The two began eating the prepared dish in silence.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was drinking tea after eating, suddenly asked.
“The Hocheon Chilguns. The way they look at me seems a little strange, why is that? “Are you still hostile toward me because you kicked out Mugeukmun from Namjikrye Fortress?”
“no. Even in Mugeukmun, there is no resentment toward Namcheon Daehyup, so how could it be possible in Hocheonmaeng?”
“How do you know the inside story of Mugeukmun?”
“I’m a disciple of the Mugeukmun, right?”
Then Yeonjeokha looked at Song Yeoryang with new eyes.
I think it is a strange coincidence that the person appointed as a guide in Hyeongsanhyeon happened to be a disciple of Mugeukmun.
“Didn’t you tell me that Mugeukmun got kicked out of Namjikrye Fortress because of me? “I think the scholar Munju must have grumbled quite a bit.”
“Jang Munju handed over the title of Munju to his eldest son ten years ago.”
“If you are the eldest son, is it Jang Gyeong-su?”
“Yes, he is called Gwangpungdo.”
Song Yeo-ryang was proud when Namcheon Daehyup recognized Munju’s name as if it were his own work.
“I see. “I thought it was because of the disrespectful look in Hocheonchigun’s eyes.”
Emotions are relative.
I was able to read fragments of emotion in the eyes of Hocheonchilgun as he fell in love with me.
“Maybe… … no. Rather, why did the Pyotrists go to Hyeongnam County?”
Song Yeo-ryang quickly changed his mind.
Yeonjeokha glanced at him and said.
“Do you know where Pluto’s favorite place is?”
“Do they have a favorite place?”
“It’s between the pipe and the temple. To them, Dogwan and temples are like treasure troves.”
“ah!”
Only then did Song Yeo-ryang realize what Namcheon Daehyup was talking about.
To perform human sacrifice among monks, Taoist monks and monks would be needed.
He must have visited a temple and temple in Hyeongnamhyeon.
“By the way, what were you just trying to say? “Speak without hesitation.”
At Yeon Jeok-ha’s urging, Song Yeo-ryang reluctantly opened his mouth.
“Hocheonchigun is the living legend of Hocheonmaeng. In martial arts competitions over the past forty years, no martial artist has emerged better than Hocheonchigun. “The fact that seven world-class experts appear at the same time is said to be like a miracle.”
“briefly.”
“For over 40 years, the Hocheon Chilgun has maintained his position as the top expert of the Hocheon Alliance. There was a lot of jealous talk about it both inside and outside. They constantly compared the Hocheonchigun and the Namcheon Grand Hyeop. For decades, regardless of Hocheonchigun’s will. “It would not be surprising if the Hocheonchigun today considers the Namcheon Daegyo as a bona fide competitor.”
It sounds like a ‘good-natured competitor’, but in reality, it is a ‘mountain to overcome’.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been receiving jealous stares since becoming a general patrol in the green forest, quickly understood.
“So you’re saying you’ll want to hang out with me?”
Song Yeo-ryang nodded with a bitter smile at the expression of the cheap Namcheon Grand Hyeop.
“Isn’t it the fate of warriors to want to fight the strong?”
“I wish I had such a pure heart.”
Most of the masters Yeon Jeok-ha met were people who were greedy for fame and fortune.
“Hocheonchilgun will do the same.”
“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. If anyone fusses, they should be punished. is not it?”
“… … .”
Song Yeo-ryang was a member of the Hocheon Alliance, so he could not bear to say yes.
This is because the target to be hit is Hocheonchilgun.
next day.
As soon as Yeon Jeok-ha and Song Yeo-ryang finished breakfast, they headed straight to Jingnam County.
***
Hyung Nam-hyeon.
Around 10 o’clock in the morning.
Yeon Jeok-ha and Song Yeo-ryang entered Hyeongnam County.
It was late summer, but the atmosphere in the village was full of chill.
There was fear and hostility in the eyes of people looking at outsiders.
Yeonjeokha muttered with a bewildered expression on his face.
“The atmosphere is cold. “I think you really dislike outsiders.”
“I will find out.”
Song Yeo-ryang walked quickly toward a nearby street vendor.
“Let’s ask a question.”
“yes? yes… … .”
Perhaps because of the sword hanging on Song Yeo-ryang’s waist, the street vendor was obedient.
“Have no outsiders come here recently? “Some of them must have had something like an eight-legged fairy hanging on a pole.”
“Why are you looking for them?”
The street vendor looked at Song Yeo-ryang with wary eyes.
As Song Yeo-ryang was about to answer, about a hundred men and horses came into the village entrance.
Just then, the Hocheonmaeng punitive force arrived.
Someone shouted loudly at the head of the punitive force.
“We are the subjugation team of the Hocheon Alliance that has come to subdue the remnants of the Pluto Church! “If you know where the people who hang strange things on poles and commit evil deeds are, please tell me!”
The street vendor, who had been looking at Song Yeo-ryang and the punitive force alternately, ran towards the punitive force.
The street vendor, who was chatting for a while, pointed his finger at Song Yeo-ryang.
The warrior Ho Cheon-maeng, who found Song Yeo-ryang belatedly, smiled and bowed.
Soon the punitive force rushed south like the wind.
As the dust rose and settled, the street vendor returned to his seat and watched Song Yeo-ryang.
Song Yeo-ryang spoke in a calm tone to the street vendor who was at a loss.
“I am Song Yeo-ryang, the head of the Hocheonmaeng Hyeonmudae, Gangnam Ilgeom. “Tell me also where they have gone.”
“Oh my! I was very rude to you because I didn’t know you were Ho Cheon Maeng. “They went to Sangwonsa Temple.”
“Where is the senator?”
“Go out through the south gate and follow the road for about half a day to reach Mt. Bulam. Sangwonsa Temple is located on the hillside of Mt. Bulam.”
“Thank you.”
The street vendor added a few words to Song Yeo-ryang, who turned around with a greeting.
“Three days ago, they dragged away the women of the village wherever they were seen. My daughter was also taken. Great cooperation! Please save my daughter and the village women!”
“The punitive force has arrived, so there will be good news.”
Song Yeo-ryang answered without looking back and quickly ran to Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Three days ago, he dragged the village women to a place called Sangwonsa Temple in the south.”
“Even women? “It looks like he just decided to leave.”
“That’s right. “I don’t know what you believe and what you do.”
“I guess they made a lot of Twelve Horsemen and gained momentum. “There will be nothing visible now.”
After a while, Yeonjeokha went out of the village and practiced Unjongjutsu.
When they were told that they had to go south for half a day, they called out clouds.
Soon, a white cloud carrying Yeon Jeok-ha and Song Yeo-ryang flew up into the sky.
Hwa Seon-ryong, the Great Lord of the Blue Dragon Corps and the Chuhon Sword, who was riding at the front, glanced back.
Gongsun Tianshu, the General Military Commander who was walking alongside him, asked.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Song Daeju and Namcheon Grand Hyeop. I didn’t see any horses nearby… … . “I don’t know how I got here.”
“I’ll leave it in the stable. “I wonder if there is any chance of riding a horse in the village.”
“I guess so?”
Hwaseonryong stared straight ahead and spurred his horse.
Sword Commander Shin Jung-nak, who was riding alongside the Hocheonchigun, suddenly raised his head.
A clump of particularly white clouds was flowing quickly high up in the sky.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
As if out of boredom, Dogun Deung Muryeong spoke from the side.
Shin Jung-nak responded by pointing to the sky with his eyes.
“Look how windy it is.”
Teng Wulyeong looked up at the sky once, but that was all.
Since the horse was running anyway, there was no way to check the strength of the wind.
“It’s bland.”
In response to Deng Wulyeong’s words, Shin Jung-na no longer mentioned the white cloud.
***
One o’clock (2 hours) ago.
Mt. Bulam.
Sangwon Temple.
Early moning.
An old man came trotting into the front yard of Daeungjeon, carrying a coffin on his shoulder.
The Pluto believers could only watch the bizarre behavior, and no one stopped them.
The old man put down the coffin in the main hall and pulled out the sword from his belt.
A fight began between the old man and about a hundred Pluto believers.
The old man was never in a hurry.
They just silently cut down the attacking Pyotrists like a farmer harvesting.
In the temple, where the sound of sutra chanting was supposed to be soft, the sound of blades hitting each other was loud.
Cha cha cha chang!
Five or six fighters fell to the ground with a brief scream.
The fallen warriors were unable to get up again and were convulsing and bleeding.
The number of unmanned people spread out in the front yard is as many as seventy.
The eyes of the old man who cut down about seventy warriors turned to the other warriors.
About 30 warriors took a step back with startled looks on their faces.
When seventy percent of the believers were defeated in just half a hour (one hour), King Janwol and the Four Gentlemen, Gu Sacheon, stepped forward.
“What are you doing, old man!”
The old man, covered in blood, asked back with a cracked voice.
“Are you a twelve-headed horseman?”
Gu Si Qian looked at the old man with strange eyes.
Watching him search for the Ten Head Demons on his own, he seemed like a martial arts hero that would be difficult to defeat.
He glanced back without realizing it.
King Cheonsan and King Gamro, who were watching, walked out with reluctant faces and took their seats to the left and right of King Janwol.
Only then did Gu Sacheon regain his confidence and asked back in a crooked manner.
“gaffer! Are you looking for the Twelve Horsemen?”
“Are you the ones who committed the massacre at Hyeongsan Sect ten days ago?”
“Hyeongsan faction? Ah, those Taoist bastards. Yeah, we had some fun there. why? Did any of the dead Hyeongsan sect masters have any family? “Have you come to us for revenge?”
“Who killed Master Hu Tianmeng that day?”
Then the King of Heavenly Mountain, the red-faced Yukjagang, spoke teasingly.
“Hocheonmaeng? Oh, that bastard who doesn’t even know fractions? He was fooling around, trusting his small talent, so I gave him some food. It felt very good when cutting with a knife. why? Did you know him? “I’m sure that guy isn’t in that coffin, right?”
Feng Yunbi glared at Yukjagang with bloodshot eyes.
My heart felt so tight that it felt like it was going to explode, thinking that my son had been harmed by such an idiot.
Poongunbi, who lost his senses due to the rising anger, roared like a tiger and ran towards Yukjagang.
His Tao flashed without stopping.
Flying Dragon Ascension, Dragon Mu Heavenly Sang, and Cloud Dragon and Wind Tiger attacked the Twelve Horsemen like the turbulent waters of the Yellow River.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-!
The twelve horsemen were no match for Feng Yun Fei, who had been struggling for forty years in Seokgyeongjang.
In the Ascension of the Flying Dragon, the sword of the King of Heavenly Mountains and the Red-faced Demon Yukjagang shattered into pieces.
Yongmucheonsang cut off the steel fingernails of the King of Gamro, the demon Jinjuhee.
The one who cut the Dao of King Janwol and the Four Gentlemen, Gu Sacheon, in half was the Cloud Dragon and Wind Lake.
“Ugh!”
The wind and cloud rain attacked the Twelve Horsemen, who were staggering back, like an angry tiger.
At the moment of desperation, King Yeomna and King Pagun, who had recently become the Ten Head Horsemen, caught Pungwoonbi off guard.
Although King Yeomna and King Pagun did not even have proper nicknames yet, their superpowers were threatening.
Pungunbi soared into the sky to avoid the surprise attack, and then sprayed water on the beggars who dared to interfere with his revenge.
Hwii-! Whiing!
Two neatly severed heads flew up.
The three twelve horsemen who saw the river crossing realized that they had met King Yeomra and jumped out.
Lightning struck the heads of the three twelve horsemen who were running away.
It’s a thunderstorm.
Yuk Ja-gang, Jin Jin-hee, and Gu Sacheon had their heads smashed before they could even formulate their thoughts.
A rainstorm fell down on the corpses of the twelve horsemen.
Pungwoonbi, who continued to approach Yukjagang’s body to butcher it, stopped.
Udduk-duk-duk-duk!
Five corpses were bloated, bent in strange directions, and making ominous noises.