Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 43

Episode 43. Don’t you think you’ve seen it somewhere?

However, instead of Namgung-yeon, who was expected to have a good heart, Namgung-cheon, the sword of Cheongwoon, suddenly intervened.

“It seems that Moonju’s brother is curious about the name of the missing disciple.”

“Ah, his name is Gohak Sword Deungcho.”

“It was a small narrow back. He said he left the house three days ago. Can you tell me exactly when?”

“I heard you went out after lunch.”

“okay. Also, from whom did you hear the rumor about the Biryongmun?”

“Among the disciples, there is a disciple who goes in and out of the phoenix mark. He said he heard it there.”

The face of Ilgumcheon Magon, the head of the Ascension Gate, who had been replying incessantly, wrinkled slightly.

I came here because I wanted to hear the advice of Namgung-yeon, who is famous for her willingness to read and not to pay attention, but she kept her mouth shut like a clam, burning my stomach.

Besides, what is the case when you put a person in front of you and ask, ‘I think my younger brother will be curious’! Namgung-yeon is not far away, but right in front of his nose.

However, even the sword king, Namgung Byeok, was just watching Namgungcheon’s travels. In the Namgung family, such bizarre conversations are natural.

For a long time after that, Magon answered Namgungcheon’s question.

After asking every little detail, Namgungcheon leaned her upper body against the back of the chair as if satisfied.

For a long time, Magon couldn’t even hear Namgoongyeon’s voice.

Did this really happen?

Namgungcheon’s voice was heard in Magon’s ears as he glanced at Namgungyeon with suspicious eyes.

“My younger brother is a bit introverted, so he doesn’t like to talk to other people. So, despite the rudeness, I took my place. I’ve asked about everything, so the results will come out sooner or later.”

“I guess so.”

Margon nodded with a reluctant face.

It wasn’t that he was a bit introverted, but that level of dumbness.

At that time, Namgungyeon stood up, bowed silently to Magon and Namgungbyeok, and left the main hall. Namgungcheon followed him diligently as if he were a servant.

When the two suddenly disappeared, Magon stared blankly at the wall of Namgung.

Namgung Byeok said with a nonchalant face.

“As you can see, my daughter is a bit reticent.”

“Ah yes…”

Margon sighed inwardly.

Suddenly, the thought, “I think I came to the wrong place because of the rumors,” crosses my mind.

***

On the day Magon visited the Namgung family, Namgung Yeon sent the people of the family all over the place. It was the next day that she visited Deungcho’s house.

It’s true that Namgung-yeon doesn’t talk to other people, but that doesn’t mean he’s dumb. After asking Deungcho’s mother a few questions, she looked around Deungcho’s room.

And I walked slowly from Deungcho’s house to Ascension Gate.

Namgungcheon followed her around, but did not speak to her at all for fear of disturbing her sister’s thoughts.

Namgung-yeon carefully looked around whenever the road forked, and sometimes talked to street vendors.

Every time that happened, a smile bloomed on Namgungcheon’s face. It seems that he is quite happy to see his one and only brother interacting with the world.

Namgungyeon’s steps gradually left the alley and headed toward Soho.

After walking along the lake for a long time, Namgoongyeon stopped.

Her expression hardened like someone who had seen the invisible.

“why?”

Instead of answering Namgungcheon’s question, Namgungyeon looked at the floor and walked carefully.

She seemed to be following something.

It’s a face that seems possessed by something, but Namgung-cheon, who has watched his brother for a long time, knows. That expression means you are lost in your own world.

A thin sigh escaped from Namgungcheon’s mouth.

The color of shamanism is also added to the background that people say that it is Hwa-yong-dok-sim or Mu-bul-tong-ji. Some believe the younger brother to be a born fortune teller. Anyone who sees such a strange appearance will think that way.

‘ha! Yuna. Can’t we go a little more normal?’

Unlike Namgungyeon, who is preoccupied with reasoning, Namgungchun’s head was full of worries about his younger brother.

Namgung-yeon, who was advancing through the forest, suddenly stopped.

Belatedly, Namgungcheon turned his head to where his brother’s finger was pointing.

It was roughly covered with tree branches, but what was underneath was clearly a corpse.

Perhaps it will be a lantern.

The younger brother found the missing person, but determining the cause of death is another matter.

Namgungcheon removed the branches and examined Deungcho’s body carefully.

‘hmm! He was decapitated and died.’

There were no scratches or tears anywhere else.

Seeing that he was holding a sword in his hand, he must have been fighting someone.

Looking at the hopae in his bosom, he saw that it was a lantern.

Judging from the fact that the money bag and the helmet remain intact, it seems that the robbers did not encounter them. Hagiya, how could a master swordsman like Go Hak Sword be beaten by a robber?

Namgung-yeon looked over her brother’s shoulder for about 15 minutes, then stepped back.

Only then did Namgungcheon stop the investigation and stand up.

“Looking at the cut on his neck, he must have been stabbed with a sword. Seeing that there are no other wounds, it seems that he couldn’t last for several days. It must be the work of a master who can easily subdue the high school sword, right?”

“Paesando Hwangyeomdong.”

Namgungcheon meekly accepted his brother’s words.

“Why did you kill him?”

“…”

Namgung-yeon did not answer.

She couldn’t figure out why Hwang Yeom-dong killed Deung-cho.

If I ask Hwang Yeom-dong directly, will he give me an answer?

Namgungcheon, who was shaking his hands, clicked his tongue lightly.

“Tsk! I don’t know if this is going to lead to a fight between Cheondomun and Ascensionmun.”

Hwang Yeom-dong is a disciple of Cheondomun, and Deungcho is Seungcheonmun.

There was no way I could overlook the death of my disciple at the Ascension Gate. If that was the case, I wouldn’t have visited Namgung Family from the beginning.

“But how did Biryongmun know that something would happen to Ascension Gate?”

To Namgungcheon’s question, Namgungyeon remained silent. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even predict the identity of the Biryongmun, so it was only natural.

***

Namjikryeseong.

floating.

Eleven men and women are walking along the road. The Obongsipgeol and the others return to Obongsan.

It is said that travel makes people mature.

Although the clothes of the 5 Bon 10 Girls were old and dirty, their eyes were full of light. Unlike the first time he descended the mountain, his behavior showed signs of a mature strong man.

Maybe that’s why, despite the crowds, no fights arose. Regardless of the faction, there is no one who looks at 5 Bon 10 Girls easily.

“Brothers are hungry, shouldn’t we eat something?”

Heo Imdal, the fourth child, pointed out the signboard that read “Three Red Spots.”

Poongyeoncho and Takgomyeong nodded their heads almost simultaneously.

Even if it wasn’t so, hearing the sound of ‘Let’s eat’ while I was hungry made me feel hungry.

The Samhong Banjeom was full of customers, but Jeom So-yi diligently went around and made a seat.

Oh Bong Ten Girl sat at two tables and quenched her thirst with cold tea. Unlike before, he didn’t look around awkwardly, and his silent appearance was quite unmanned.

Shen Yang-gak, a swordsman of old secrets, tilted her head while glancing at the five peaks and ten girls that changed day by day.

‘What on earth did you learn to change your prayer like that?’

In just three months or so, the prayers of the Obongsipgeol changed to the difference between heaven and earth. He didn’t have the slightest amount of internal energy, but now his eyes are shining brightly.

It’s still not enough compared to myself, but considering the time they trained, it’s an incredible speed. Even if it was magic, it wouldn’t be that fast.

‘This is like people who have learned some kind of suction power…’

There’s no way you can build up your strength in such a short period of time without extracting and eating the gong power of others!

But since I lived with them every day, I know better than anyone how absurd that delusion is. They were changing like that with one piece of white porcelain that they learned from Yeonjeokha.

‘Shall I ask him to teach me a little bit…’

Shen Yang-gak glanced at Yeon Jeok-ha, who was sitting next to him.

But soon, Shen Yang-gak shook his head.

He is already learning the internal technique. In addition, it is true that the white porcelain is excellent, but the feeling did not match the skill he had learned.

The inner skill he has learned is that of a sailor. Maybe that’s why the back of my head gets heavy and uncomfortable when I’m around the Five Bons and Ten Girls. It is because they contradict each other.

‘As Arthur, being greedy for no reason only breaks my inner strength.’

We can’t destroy fifty years of enemy exploits now!

After about two angles, various dishes were piled up on two tables.

The 5 Bon 10 Girls threw away their dignity and clung to food like those possessed by gluttons.

It is when the Five Bon 10 Girls are immersed in food in full swing.

A group of Murim people entered the spot.

Jeom So-yi, who ran quickly, guided them to the empty seat where the customers had left.

As they ordered and waited for food, they habitually looked around.

One of them looked at the Shenyang Pavilion and whispered to the elderly man sitting next to him.

“Late Lord, don’t you think you’ve seen that old man somewhere?”

“who?”

Gocheok, a swordsman in Uicheon, looked at the man as he removed the teacup from his mouth.

Lee Sang-moon, a three-legged sword, pointed at Shenyang Pavilion.

Gocheok tilted his head with an ambiguous face.

Certainly, the old man resembles Shenyanggak. However, it was slightly different from the Shenyanggak I met five years ago. Shen Yang-Gak is a well-known Madou in Henan Province, and even when he is still, evil energy overflows.

However, the face of the old man who was now far away looked quite benign. Although he has the unique sharpness of a Murim, he does not have the wickedness that overwhelms the crowd.

Is he really Shenyanggak?

Concerned, Gocheok said to Lee Sang-moon.

“You go and find out. It looks like you have a party, so don’t cause trouble.”

“yes.”

Lee Sang-moon got up from his seat and walked towards Shenyanggak.

Shen Yang-gak, who had been listening quietly since earlier, twisted his body around as if he was uncomfortable in his seat. It seems that the members of the Justice League recognized him.

The fifth, worse than the Goksan Office, asked.

“Shim No-je, like a puppy who suddenly wants to poop instead of eating well, why?”

“That’s a little more bloated…”

“Then stop eating and rest. After being homeless for a long time, it seems my body can’t stand it anymore. Tsk!”

‘You bastard, you too should be chased by the Justice League. Does the food go down your throat?’

Shen Yang-gak cried out in his heart and sipped the tea.

At that time, Lee Sang-moon came near Shenyanggak and spoke politely.

“Excuse me. I say that I am Lee Sang-moon of the three clauses of the Justice League and Poong-Woon-Dae.”

At the word ‘justice’, the Obong Ten Girl all stopped their movements.

Green Forest’s greatest enemy is the Justice League. Negotiations can be made with the upper side, but not justice. No transaction can be made with them. They seemed like people who were born to kill Green Forest.

The fourth Heo Imdal, who was good at improvising, said with a nonchalant face.

“ah! You were a man of justice. Thank you for your hard work. But what are you doing?”

“Five years ago, in Hanam, I missed a madu called Shen Yang-gak, a gunsmith. However, no matter how you look at it, that old man seems to resemble Simyanggak… If the author is Simyanggak, please hand it over to Poongwoondae.”

Heo Imdal looked back at Simyanggak with puzzled eyes.

Shim Yang-gak rolled his eyes as if he had chewed up shit.

Heo Imdal, who was hesitant, said while spitting on his lips.

“Ahaha, I think there is a misunderstanding, but he is not Madou. His name is Bangtong, and he is a man who does menial work in Biryongmun. What are you doing in the room? Without formal greetings.”

Then, Sim Yang-gak stood up awkwardly and looked around.

“It’s called Bang Tong.”

Lee Sang-moon stared at Shenyang Pavilion with sharp eyes.

‘hmm! No matter how you look at it, it’s Shenyanggak…’

However, there was something uncomfortable about continuing to push for Simyanggak.

First of all, it was so natural for the man to call the old man Bangtong and give instructions.

Besides, Shen Yang-gak is not such a compliant person.

A Madou like Shen Yang-Gak follows the instructions of a man like that?

That is the sound of a dog eating grass. Shim Yang-gak believes in the law of the jungle more than anyone else, and does not bow his head to lower ranks than himself.