Childhood Friend of the Zenith - Chapter 162

侁 Episode 162 > What I want to show you. (1)

What I want to show. (1)

I think I’ve heard that I get drunk with the flow.

Instead of moving to where you think, you move to where your sword path is heading

.

Some people call this the realm of enlightenment.

The sword extends first before looking at it.

The bet contained in the sword spread beautifully along the flowing water.

It is as if you are floating on a calm lake.

ichi of nature?

Namgoongbi didn’t know such a difficult story.

I just surrendered myself.

I kept thinking it was strange.

Why didn’t Namgung’s sword connect properly?

Only with a bet can the down road unfold with a sword.

Every time I swing my sword countless times, the sense of difference grows.

Via Namgoong just wielded it.

I don’t have an answer or I don’t know the answer.

But now it seemed like he knew.

I mean, you can see the road.

Ugh.

The sword cried.

It was as if the answer was correct.

The flowing track showed me the way to go as if telling me to hurry up.

should i go there

should not go

The trouble was short-lived.

Being hesitant didn’t suit Namgung Biah’s personality.

regret after leaving

As always, there was no need to be afraid of the road not taken.

The tip of the sword lightly rested on the foot of the track.

It stretches out along the road as if it had been waiting for it.

soft.

Was the sword originally this soft?

There was no blockage, and the blade of the sword cut through the air.

Dismissed! Brain energy is mixed according to the flow.

It wasn’t Namgung Biah’s intention.

As it flows along the track, it permeates naturally.

Is this a fairy tale?

It’s a strange feeling.

But not bad.

Rather, the binding was released and it was much more comfortable.

Via Namgoong saw an end to the flow.

It’s not the opponent who fights, it’s more about the end.

Someone was standing at the end of the long-distance track that flowed countless times.

‘Who is it…?’

It didn’t look good.

The vaguely visible clothes he was wearing seemed to belong to the Namgung family.

who is it

Is it the father or the grandfather?

If that’s not the case …. Maybe it’s my great-grandfather.

To say that, the atmosphere was different.

At least, it didn’t seem like he was someone Namgoongbia knew.

The more you swing your sword, the shorter the distance.

Very slowly, so slowly that you wouldn’t notice unless you paid attention.

Still, it was clear that the distance was closing.

Maybe that’s why I feel that this path isn’t wrong.

‘.. little bit more.’

I don’t know why, but I wanted to go there as quickly as possible.

It seemed like it should be.

I thought that if I went there, no, going was my way.

I try to speed up, but the more I do, the more I feel like I’m going to deviate from the track for some reason.

I thought of knowing Bi Namgoong.

Oh, you shouldn’t be in a hurry.

Namgoong Biah, who had come up with an idea in the moment, slowed down.

There was no hesitation either.

The shaky road becomes firm again.

Let it be.

– hmm.

A voice was heard.

– Not bad.

The man standing with his hands behind his back behind Namgoong-Bia’s gaze continued.

– Come slowly.

– If you rush it off topic, you will fall.

– Don’t fall. Relax.

– So, come to where you are.

The man’s face is still invisible.

Still, for some reason, Via Namgoong felt like she had to go there.

Relaxed and yet arrogant.

However , a man who fits so well that his arrogance is not strange .

-Then I will give you a present.

At the words whispered with a smile as if he liked them.

Namgung Bi-ah opened her long-closed eyes.

“sister …? sister!”

“uh…! Bia-sister woke up!”

Green and black hair can be seen through the gaps in the blurry line of sight.

The next thing that caught my eye were two cute-looking girls.

” .ah.”

Namgoongbi spat out a single word.

Because I realized it was a dream.

It was a dream that was so vivid.

Even if it was real, it wouldn’t be strange.

“How are you feeling…?”

“.. it hurts.”

It was tingling from head to toe.

“Of course it hurts… Is your chest okay?”

“.. chest?”

Namgoongbi looked down at her chest at Dang Soyeol’s words.

I could see that it was wrapped in a medical bandage rather than a compression bandage.

“Fortunately, the sword didn’t cut too deep, so it should be fine if you rest for a while. There

won’t be any scars.”

” .huh.”

It seems that only the chest was injured, but for some reason, the whole body ached.

It seemed like muscle pain.

‘Muscle pain…?’

It’s something I haven’t felt since I reached a certain level.

But why do I feel this way now?

Bia Namgung tries to get herself up, but Dang So-yeol and Wi Seol-ah hurriedly stop her

.

“I am lying down.”

“You can’t get up!”

“Apocalypse….

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“How can the injured person be so thoughtless?”

“.. So-yeol too…. Just woke up the other day…”

“.. That’s it!”

Dang So-yeol seems to have nothing to say, so he just turns around.

Certainly, Dang So-yeol also moved recklessly.

even if it’s not like that.

Via Namgoong wanted to move immediately. Because

I wanted to recall again the sensations I had seen in my dreams and felt in the rain

.

It was an unforgettable feeling.

‘Ah, Bimu…’

When she thinks that far, she realizes one thing.

“I lost.”

It reminded me of losing in a fight. When I remembered it, my heart sank heavily.

I said I would show it confidently, but I was defeated.

Dang So-yeol also hesitated, not knowing what to say to Namgoong Bi-ah

.

I lost myself, so what can I say?

To say that you fought well and that it was a valuable defeat.

It’s just a futile empty consolation.

“Sister…”

“He…? Where did you go…?”

Dang So-yeol had a strange feeling at Namgoong Bi-ah’s words.

Namgoongbia was clearly not asking ‘Where are you?’, but asking where he had gone

.

I felt certain that Guyangcheon was here.

‘ .Belief is scary.’

And I was envious.

Because I suddenly felt the bond we have with each other.

Above all, Guyangcheon was actually here until a little while ago.

Dang Soyeol replied to Namgoong Biah.

“I left a while ago. Because you have to leave the untitled.”

Even when he was talking, he thought that he was really ugly and had a hard time coming out a little brusque without even

realizing it.

” ah.”

In response to Dang So-yeol’s answer, Namgung-bi-ah spat out a single word.

The reason Namgungbia thought Guyangcheon was here was no different.

‘There is no stench.’

Little by little it seemed to fly, but I barely felt it.

The slight lingering heat also made it known that he had been by his side for a while.

‘It’s fortunate…’

Namgoongbia could feel the warmth and be relieved at the same time.

It means that

the terrible stench that I felt again on the non-stage has disappeared again now .

At the time, I didn’t know why I felt it again.

Maybe you will feel this way again.

For a moment, a little bit of fear came over me.

‘…I have to go to him.’

I wanted to go and check it out. Please pray that it will end with anxiety.

In the end, Namgung Bi-ah tries to stand up again.

Wi Seol-ah blocked Namgoongbia.

“My sister told me not to move!”

“…”

In response to Wi Seol-ah’s words, Namgung-bi-a made a stubborn expression, and Dang So-yeol

added something as if he had been waiting.

“I said I should rest for a while. The scars are also scars, but the inside of the body

is in a state of disarray…”

“That…”

“The old Confucius told me to stop her if she tried to get up.”

“”

As soon as she heard Dang So-yeol’s words, Namgung-bi calmly went back to her bed.

Even stubbornness, which was almost non-existent, seemed to disappear when Yangcheon’s name was mixed in.

To Dang So-yeol, that was a cute and slightly disliked part.

“And… she asked me to tell her something when she wakes up.”

Namgoongbia opened her eyes at Dang Soyeol’s words.

“Isn’t your reaction too different?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just not listening to me…?”

Dang So-yeol smiled at his helpless appearance.

Anyway, I had to know that this sister was also a strange person.

“Good looking.”

At Dang So-yeol’s words, Namgoong Bi-ah’s hair fluttered.

“You’re resting. Now I’ll show you.”

After the words that followed, the hazy eyes became a little clearer.

“Please tell me.”

Namgoong Biah, who had opened her eyes with a surprised expression for a moment, slowly closed them.

“Unnie, why are you suddenly closing your eyes?”

“… Did he tell you to rest?”

“”

Dang Xiaoyeol wiped his face.

How did that pretty and cold older sister end up like that?

Of course, it’s true that he’s that handsome…

but he can live off his face…

Is it worth it?

I thought it was weird, but after looking at it, I thought it might be

.

“But a small fever.”

“yes.”

“Are you doing well…?”

“Right? I think it was pretty good.”

“That’s right…. It was so the same.”

Wi Seol-ah sweeps the sesame seeds as if she is getting goosebumps.

Was it the same?

In its own way, it was a good copy of the castle.

It’s only one part that follows the way of speaking rather than the voice.

His characteristic spit and emotionless tone of voice.

To be precise, it was an unlucky tone with no sarcasm at all.

That in itself was a charm.

‘Although it seems like we’re the only ones who think that way.’

Wouldn’t this be rather fortunate?

There are still many women who are twisted. It was enough for three people to know the true nature of Guyangcheon

.

‘.. Looks like there are four of us.’

The reason I thought it was four was because Paeng Ah-hee’s face passed by.

Although they broke up the engagement, there is also the fact that it was an engagement relationship.

Paeng Ah-hee itself did not view Gu Yang-chun very badly.

Of course, Yangchun Gu and Ahee Peng didn’t seem to be showing much interest in each other

.

Still, I couldn’t help but worry.

The problem is that he has nothing to say because he is also an intruder.

‘Grunt…’

There was one more face passing by.

Seolbong.

For some reason, Tang Xiaoyeol cared about her.

As for Dang So-yeol, he is a person who feels guilty as the surname of the Tang clan.

‘ Probably not.’

…

_

….

It’s just an ominous premonition mixed with anxiety.

There is no time or incident for Seolbong to develop a good feeling for Guyangcheon, so

it must be just useless worry.

Dang So-yeol decided to think so.

“Anyway, unnie is resting for the time being.”

Via Namgung must have fallen asleep already, so there was no answer. It looked like something was in a hurry

, but how

can

a person do this with just one word of Guyangcheon’s message to rest?

This is because Dang So-yeol himself felt like this would happen if he were somehow in the same situation.

I was quietly watching Namgoongbi’s son. Dang Xiaoyeol asked Wei Xue.

“Is it okay if I don’t go?”

“Deng?

“Shouldn’t we go see Gu Gongja’s dance performance?”

Even if it’s a party soyeol.

Wi Seol-ah asked if it would be right for her to go. Wi Seol-ah

just smiled as if she was okay.

Seeing that, Dang Soyeol coughed lightly and turned his head.

‘He has a hard time dealing with something.’

Although he knew that Wi Seol-ah was a servant, Dang So-yeol had difficulty with Wi Seol-ah.

Apart from being Guyangcheon’s exclusive attendant, it’s hard to deal with him.

Why? I don’t know why, but that’s what Dang So-yeol felt.

“are you okay. The young master said he would come soon.”

At Wi Seol-ah’s words, Dang So-yeol tilted his head.

Did Gu Yangchen say that? Although Wi Seol-ah’s expression was hidden by her long hair,

she couldn’t see it.

It was a somewhat low voice.

Trying to sneak a peek at what kind of face you are making.

“hungry. Would you like to eat?”

Wi Seol-ah shouts to Dang So-yeol with a clear expression.

“ .Uh uh yes.”

“What to eat… Soyeol unnie, what do you like?”

“Yes? I’m fine with anything… Oh, I have some poisonous weed left over from yesterday, but

even that…”

“Then I need to eat!”

” .Okay.

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Do you hate herbs?

Why don’t you hate it… poisonous vinegar is delicious.

Dang Soyeol secretly put on a slightly sullen expression.

The non-stage of the Battle of the Four Rivers.

As if the heat from earlier hadn’t cooled down, the murmur of the people

seemed unwilling to abate.

It was only natural that

people were buzzing because such a level of competition was unfolding in the late stage indexes .

From Mo Yong-hee’s point of view, it was not very pleasant.

I don’t know if this kind of interest will help in the future. Because

Mo Yong-hee could not show a superior appearance as they expected

.

‘The level was different.’

Jang Seon-yeon, the son of the leader.

The power he showed was far beyond the later index.

I don’t know why it was pushed to the middle.

It was ambiguous to say that I was watching.

‘.. That woman too.’

Did you say Namgoongbi? A woman called the sister of the thunder dragon.

Just looking at the beautiful things takes your breath away.

In terms of skill, it was the same.

sword dance.

Mo Yong-hee did not forget the sword dance she danced.

It was so beautiful that the winner was Seonyeon Jang, but the most memorable one

was Biah Namgung.

In particular, his gestures at the last moment were indescribable.

Even the appearance that is more messed up than the first time, dancing with a sword makes everything disappear

.

A sense of alienation as if she was standing alone among so many people.

It was a shock to Mo Yong-hee’s son.

the problem is.

‘It’s after so many people saw it.’

After seeing the previous dance, and with the sword dancer of the Namgung family.

There were even people who called it the divinity of Jangga.

Mo Yong-hee let out a deep sigh.

‘In the yard where the thunder dragon was also eliminated.’

Do I really need to come up here?

In the first place, Mo Yong-hee did not really want to participate in the festival.

Although the banquet is unavoidable.

It is because I did not want to use my body by participating in the non-muje.

Even so, the reason why he participates in the dance and responds to such trivial games.

‘ father.’

It was because of his father.

In the yard where

those who show a superior level compared to other dragons and sticks, such as Geombong Jamryong and Geomryong, are absent .

Because there was no way the others could not come out.

The original contract must have been like that.

‘True…’

The name Seolbong felt so useless.

How far should I go with such a fake name?

‘I think I’m tired.’

Or are you already tired?

Still, I couldn’t let out a murmur.

It was because he knew

how much sacrifice not only his father but the whole family were making for himself .

Mo Yong-hee just quietly drew out her sword.

The opponent was already up.

‘Nine Yangcheon.’

A boy standing still across the street. Right before the dance started, the boy

was looking somewhere.

Where are you looking?

Therefore, if you move your gaze, it is the highest place of the maeng.

A place where the lord and those high in the ranks gather.

‘Why am I looking there.’

Mo Yong-hee does not know much about the boy.

Just noticed a little bit.

It’s just that that boy is hiding his power tightly.

Is it correct to say that he is hiding it?

Maybe it was just that there was no one to express it to.

Mo Yong-hee’s intuition said so.

The year of Jangseon, which began to be called Shinseong.

A male goongbi child named Sword Dancer.

Whether it’s a brain dragon. Whether it’s a poison stick.

much less yourself.

He didn’t seem to be in the boy’s gaze.

Was it because it was strange?

“Where are you looking at?”

Mo Yonghui suddenly spoke to Gu Yangchun.

Mo Yong-hee did not know why he had bothered to talk.

Hearing the words, Gu Yangchun’s gaze turned to Mo Yonghui.

“…just. I had a bit of a misunderstanding.”

I’ve never been mixed up a few times.

It wasn’t his usual relaxed, casual tone.

careless

An indifferent voice that doesn’t really feel any emotion.

As we are still looking at each other, Gu Yang-cheon suddenly speaks to Mo Yong-hui.

“I’m sorry.”

It was an apple.

suddenly…?

It’s such a sudden apology.

Did Gu Yang-chun have something to apologize to Mo Yong-hui?

Mo Yong-hee tried to recall her memories, but Gu Yang-cheon

had no memory of doing anything like that to her. Of course, Mo Yong-

hee was

a little annoyed at the attitude of half-ignoring herself and seeming to hate her .

I didn’t bother to say it out loud.

“Why are you suddenly apologizing?”

To Mo Yong-hee’s question, Gu Yang-cheon is trying to answer something.

“Saganjeon, Shanseo-gu is Nine-Yangcheondae. Mo Yong-se is Mo Yong-hee ah.”

The referee stopped talking and came in and didn’t listen.

However, Mo Yong-hee knew immediately why Gu Yang-chun had apologized.

“start.”

Hwareuk-

“…wow.”

A single word of exclamation.

This is what Mo Yong-hee said.

In an instant, I was out of breath.

It is because the heat that cannot exist in the middle of winter engulfed the non-stage.

The winter wind stifled the heat and breathed.

The huge, rooted flames circled around endlessly.

Within a few seconds, on the non-stage.

A little sun was made.

In the midst of that, Gu Yang-cheon only looks at Mo Yong-hee with a calm expression.

Seeing that, Mo Yong-hee said in a dejected voice.

“..Isn’t this a little too much?”

The level is different.

Words like that weren’t enough for a long time to express.

To be suddenly the sun in a place where the stars play.

It couldn’t have been a bad move.