Tangmunjeon - Chapter 340



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One day, when the guest, Hyeon-gong, was busy trying to teach Hwayeon-shin-ni,

Namgung Myung woke up from his dream with a start.

“···Ugh, ugh!”

Namgung Myung was so surprised that he had to hold his breath for a long time while placing his hand on his chest.

The blanket is soaking wet with sweat. It looks like the clothes have been soaked in water at least once.

I sat up, but I still felt very dizzy. It felt like the world was spinning around my head.

Namgung Myung immediately examined Hong Geol-gae’s complexion. Hong Geol-gae was sleeping deeply, oblivious to the world, and his breathing was comfortable and regular. It seemed that Dang Mu-jin had not come secretly to spill poison.

‘Did I get caught in the scissors again?’

My arms and legs are sore, and my back and shoulders are so sore that they feel like I’ve been beaten.

‘Even when I was young, I rarely had the experience of being pressed by scissors···.’

But what frustrated Namgung Myung the most was not the fact that he had been caught in a dream, but that he could barely remember the content of the dream.

All I remember is that something was striding towards me.

Even the scissors were getting worse. At first, it was just a messy dream, but now my whole body was drenched in sweat.

Namgung Myung recalled a story his uncle Namgung Jinya told him when he was young.

The story is that being pressed by scissors is something that often happens when you have trouble sleeping or have something on your mind, so there is no need to be afraid.

Namgung Myung thought deeply.

‘It’s not that I suddenly became uncomfortable sleeping. I’m not staying at the party hall for a day or two. If that’s the case, then there must be something bothering me or making me anxious.’

Namgung Myung examined the anxiety and guilt that were buried deep in his heart one by one.

It would be nice if he was a confident person without any hesitation, but the reality was the opposite. Namgung Myung was a person who was hurt too much.

Jeong Ok-ryeong, who has been eagerly waiting for her return.

Namgung Jinya, the uncle who leads the Namgung family while resenting himself and his father.

The big and small thefts I’ve committed so far.

And countless other incidents and accidents.

Namgung Myung committed so many accidents that other people would not be able to commit them even if they tried their whole lives.

But Namgung Myung soon shook his head.

‘No, that’s not why I’m being held down by scissors.’

Namgung Myung has been slowly accumulating karma for a long time.

Just as a weak person can carry a heavy load if he exercises consistently, Namgung Myung steadily built up his karma and developed mental strength.

It wasn’t that difficult for Namgung Myung to shoulder that much karma. As proof, Namgung Myung’s dream was very comfortable until a few days ago.

‘Then why are you suddenly doing this?’

I couldn’t figure it out at all.

From the day his dreams began to become chaotic until now, Namgung Myung had never committed any particular mistake.

‘···Am I missing something?’

It must be so. However, Namgung Myung decided not to think too deeply about what he was missing. If it was a problem that would come to mind if he thought about it for a moment, he would not have forgotten it in the first place.

Namgung Myung gently pushed Hong Geol-gae, who was deeply asleep, to the side, then took Hong Geol-gae’s place and closed his eyes.

*

As usual, evening came again today, and just like other houses in the church, spiders began to creep into the Danggajang.

The patients who had come to see the doctor had all left before dinnertime, and the doctors were eating dinner in a hurry, intending to quickly focus on their martial arts training.

However, Namgung Myung was eating dinner, tinkering with his spoon, feeling as if a stone was resting on his chest.

Hong Geol-gae, who was eating with Namgung Myeong, asked.

“what’s the matter?”

“Well, I haven’t had an appetite for the past few days.”

Of course, Dang Mu-jin and Hong Geol-gae didn’t worry about Namgung Myung.

Hong Geol-gae and Dang Mu-jin clicked their tongues at the same time.

“I’m full, I’m full.”

“I was just lying around doing nothing, but you fed me three meals a day, so I felt blessed, didn’t you?”

Of course, Namgung Myung didn’t pay much attention to Hong Geol-gae and Dang Mu-jin’s reactions.

“I’ve been having strange dreams for the past few days. I have a feeling something is going to happen.”

“I’m feeling unwell so I’m having random thoughts. Starting tomorrow, boil some medicine. Do you know how to do that?”

Just as Hong Geol-gae was about to preach the nobility of labor following Dang Mu-jin’s nagging, a soft sound was heard from the main gate of the Dang family.

Thump, thump, thump.

Unlike other households, Danggajang did not have guards to guard the door. This was because he was worried that the patients in the neighborhood who visited Danggajang would find the guards burdensome.

The general opinion of the party leadership and party executives was that the lower the threshold for a member of the National Assembly, the better.

In such a situation, after the door of the Danggajang was closed in the evening, one had to knock on the door or shout loudly to call someone to enter the Danggajang. This was the case for everyone except Namgung Myeong, who enjoyed the Woldam.

Just then, a demonic cult member who was passing by the gate approached the main gate.

“Who are you?”

It was a rather formal question. The Demonic Cult’s unmanned man opened the door before an answer could be received. How many people in the world could threaten the Tang family?

However, the moment the Demonic Cult’s hand touched the doorknob, Namgung Myung’s heart started beating like crazy. The feeling of anxiety that he had been feeling for some time was reaching its peak.

When the door finally opened, Namgung Myung realized what he had forgotten.

As soon as the main gate of the Tang family opened, the person who appeared was Namgung Jincheon.

“···!”

Namgung Myung’s judgment is not as fast as Hyungong’s. Anyone in the world would be like that. However, Namgung Myung’s response is just as fast as Hyungong’s.

Unlike Hyun-gong, who considers all situations, Nam-gung-myeong moves after making only the bare minimum of judgments.

‘Does my father know that I escaped from Namgungga?’

‘You probably don’t know. I got out much later than my father.’

‘What will happen if my father finds me? Will he turn back, worried about Namgung-ga?’

‘···That can’t be. I’m the one being dragged to Namgungga.’

As soon as the short judgment was over, Namgung Myung’s new form melted into the darkness. Dang Mujin, who was sitting across from him at the dining table, was terrified.

“Hey, where are you going?”

A soft voice was heard in the darkness.

“My most trusted friend. Please take care of the rest.”

“what···!”

However, before Dang Mu-jin could finish her story, Namgung Myung’s presence completely disappeared.

Dang Mu-jin swallowed his resentment toward Namgung Myung and looked at the main gate of the Dang family.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Namgung Jincheon seemed unable to find Namgung Myung.

‘What the heck is this situation out of the blue…’

The atmosphere surrounding Namgung Jincheon was unusual.

Several martial artists from the Demonic Cult surrounded Namgung Jincheon, but they were not simply trying to threaten him. It was obvious that if Namgung Jincheon did something, a clash would break out at any moment.

However, Namgung Jincheon was not nervous at all, and just looked at the Demonic Cult’s warriors with an expression full of interest.

With no other choice, Dang Mu-jin put down his spoon and moved towards Namgung Jin-cheon.

A faint smile appeared on Namgung Jincheon’s lips as he discovered Dang Mujin.

Namgung Jincheon spoke to Dang Mujin.

“We met at my house a while ago, and now we’re meeting at your house. What a coincidence.”

Dang Mu-jin answered with a smile and a polite manner toward the elders.

“I should have greeted you at the front gate, but I didn’t know you would come, so I didn’t do that.”

“It happened because I came suddenly. Don’t take it to heart.”

A lively reply came back, unusual for Namgung Jincheon. Even considering that they had met at Danggajang and not Namgung Se-ga, the atmosphere was different from before in many ways.

Dang Mu-jin asked.

“By any chance, could you tell me why you came all the way to the party headquarters?”

In fact, Dang Mu-jin found Namgung Jin-cheon somewhat awkward. It may be because Namgung Jin-cheon was an incredibly powerful person, but the bigger reason was that Namgung Jin-cheon was Namgung Myeong’s father. It’s rare in the world for someone to be friendly to their friend’s father.

Namgung Jincheon answered without paying any attention.

“I did not come here with bad intentions. I was wandering the world, hoping to find someone to talk to about swords, and I arrived at Amipa the day before yesterday, but Hyangbaeksa said that it would be better for me to go to Danggajang rather than stay in Amipa.”

In short, the Amipa chieftain, Hyangbaek Saetae, had Namgung Jincheon take over as the head of the party. Dang Mujin let out a small sigh without realizing it.

Namgung Jincheon looked around carefully.

The masters from the Demonic Cult surrounding him, Dang Mu-jin, and Hong Geol-gae who was eating with Dang Mu-jin. They were all quite interesting opponents for Namgung Jin-cheon.

“I now understand why Hyangbaek Saetae told me to go to Danggajang.”

But Namgung Jincheon’s expression was still full of confidence. Not only Dang Mujin, but Hong Geolgae had to be considered as being one level lower than Namgung Jincheon.

Dang Mu-jin just turned his eyes and looked at Jang Il-nam.

‘If it’s Elder Jang, wouldn’t he be able to deal with Namgung Jincheon somehow?’

However, Jang Il-nam had no intention of fighting Namgung Jin-cheon obediently.

Jang Il-nam hurriedly moved his chopsticks and placed a few side dishes on his rice bowl, then took only his rice bowl and chopsticks and hid inside his room. Rather than being caught by Namgung Jin-cheon and wielding a knife, Jang Il-nam wanted to have a fun evening watching the children’s antics.

Fortunately for Jang Il-nam, Namgung Jin-cheon did not find him.

Namgung Jincheon’s gaze moved between Dang Mujin and Hong Geolgae, then stopped in front of Dang Mujin.

“The head of the party.”

“yes.”

“Come to think of it, I owe you something.”

“···What debt are you talking about?”

“You promised to spar, but something came up and you couldn’t keep your promise.”

Dang Mu-jin thought deeply about what that story was, and then recalled a rather old memory.

In the past, when Dang Mu-jin visited Namgung-ga with Go-ui, Namgung Jin-cheon promised Dang Mu-jin three rewards in return for covering up Namgung-myeong’s crime.

As the first reward, he entered Cheonmu High School and learned Judo, and as the second reward, he received the poison pouch of Chilbo Temple. The last remaining reward was Jido Daeryeon.

However, because Namgung Jincheon suddenly left the meeting, saying something had come up, the training session was left unfinished.

Dang Mu-jin waved his hand.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t have something so old in mind, and I’m not at the level of crossing swords with you yet. Rather-”

The moment Dang Mu-jin was about to sell Hong Geol-gae, Namgung Jin-cheon interrupted Dang Mu-jin’s story.

“No. Actually, I’m saying this because I want to spar with you.”

“···.”

A surprisingly straightforward and honest story. Dang Mu-jin was speechless.

In fact, Dang Mu-jin also needed a suitable sparring partner, but he did not want to spar with Namgung Jin-cheon right now.

He also felt burdened by the excessive attention from the public, and he thought that his achievements had not yet reached Namgung Jincheon’s level.

“Then how about we practice tomorrow or the day after? It’s dark now and…”

Namgung Jincheon’s expression frowned slightly. It seemed like he wanted to spar right away.

At that moment, a low voice interrupted Dang Mu-jin’s story.

“no.”

This time it wasn’t Namgung Jincheon.

A dark and large figure appeared next to the annex of the Tang family. It was the Three-Eyed Buddha.

Sam-an-bul bowed his head and approached Namgung Jin-cheon.

“It looks like you want to start wielding a sword at any moment. Do you want to fight me?”

“Of course!”

Namgung Jincheon’s expression as he answered like that was very bright.

Because I was worried that I had clashed with Sam-an-bul once before and had not been able to come to a proper conclusion.

The two did not move apart. Namgung Jincheon had a suitable space when the surrounding demonic cult warriors stepped back about twenty steps.

Namgung Jincheon pulled out his sword as if it was a given. Of course, it was a real sword with a sharp bluish edge. Whether it was a real sword or a fake sword, it was equally dangerous, so unless there was something special going on, the masters used real swords even in sparring.

“I will attack first.”

Namgung Jincheon immediately swung his sword horizontally.

It was a sword technique that even Dang Mu-jin was familiar with. The Namgung Se-ga’s Flying Swallow Sword.

The Biyeon Sword boasts the fastest and most agile sword technique among the Namgung Se-ga swordsmanship.

Namgung Sega’s basic tactic is to use light attacks to gauge and read the opponent’s numbers, then occupy enough space and decide the outcome with a heavy sword.

That’s why when Namgungga’s warriors and swordsmen come face to face, the first move is always the non-sword move.

However, Namgung Jincheon’s achievements in the Secret Sword were too outstanding to be considered a simple feat of restraint. It would not be strange at all for an average person to have their head cut off or their heart pierced by that single sword.

Sam-an-bul stretched out his right hand toward the real sword held in Namgung Jin-cheon’s hand.

Then, like a swallow flapping its wings, the trajectory of the flying sword smoothly curved and escaped Samanbul’s grasp. The flying sword that was aiming for Samanbul’s chest changed direction and aimed for Samanbul’s collarbone.

Dang Mu-jin, who was looking at the scene, thought.

‘It’s a sword that’s hard to block.’

Then, Samanbul’s left hand blocked his collarbone. However, this time, Namgung Jincheon twisted his sword as if he had expected it and aimed for Samanbul’s right shoulder. To be exact, the trapezius muscle.

If you injure your trapezius muscle, it will be difficult to move one arm, so it can be said that the match is definitely decided.

However, the moment Namgung Jincheon’s sword touched Samanbul’s levator muscle, something Namgung Jincheon did not expect happened.

Namgung Jincheon’s sword clearly tore through Samanbul’s flesh.

But that was the end of it. The tip of the sword only dug in slightly, and did not go any further.

Sam-an-bul smiled broadly.

“Hey, you’ve been playing around for the past few years, haven’t you? Your sword’s covered in grease.”

Sam-an-bul’s left hand grabbed Namgung Jin-cheon’s wrist.

“···!”

Namgung Jincheon tried to escape in a hurry, but there was no way to escape without cutting his own wrists.

Sam-an-bul pulled Namgung Jin-cheon with all his might with his left arm, and at the same time swung his huge right fist toward Namgung Jin-cheon’s face.

The dark fist and Namgung Jincheon’s face met.

thud.

With a dull sound, Namgung Jincheon fell to the ground.

Sam-an-bul turned around and spoke to the demonic cult members.

“Put some things away somewhere inside and finish eating.”

“yes.”

The Demonic Cult warriors dragged Namgung Jincheon away and disappeared somewhere. Dang Mujin looked at them with renewed admiration.

At the same time, Namgung Myung, who was on the other side of the wall, realized something.

The fact that I won’t be able to return to the party for the next few days.