I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 261

Episode 261 Chun-gae (1)

Shanxi Wu Lin Alliance Rock Carvings

"It is said that the Four Thousand Lords have arrived at Myeonggak."

Jegalmundeng's eyebrows, which had been tightly shut, fluttered.

The warrior continued to speak, unable to read his expression because he was lying face down.

"He revealed himself as Master Ma of Haewoo-gak, but it has been confirmed that he is a descendant of Dokjeol. According to the Jungwon Martial Arts Record, it is thought that he studied under the great swordsman Wiso-cheong, who created the Taegeuk Martial Arts Style."

"The disciple of the non-partisan faction, Weisocheong?"

Jegalmun's mouth opened and his cold eyes flashed open.

The more I looked into it, the more spectacular it was.

Not only was he an envoy of the Ten Great Swordsmen, but he was also a disciple of Wi So-cheong, so he had connections with the shaman sect. He also had a deep connection with the best shaman of the time.

If you were to ask him who are the most troublesome people in the martial arts world these days, it would be Shaolin and the shamans without a doubt, but now even the Sacheonhoe has been added to the mix.

No, this kind of thing didn't matter anyway.

'Why are you still alive?'

There is no way Jongnam Samsung didn't understand what was being said.

"Didn't the road seem uncomfortable?"

"Yes. There was some friction with the co-worker Mok Gi-ja, but there were no other problems whatsoever."

It was cool. Even if it had failed, if there had been an attack, there would have been some kind of reaction.

But he headed to Myeonggak as if nothing had happened.

'Woo Do-ha. He tricked me?'

Jegalmun shook his head. No. He would show his claws at any time, but not yet. Moreover, he was not stupid enough to do something so reckless.

'You'll find out when you meet in person. One… … .'

It felt ominous for some reason. This wasn't a decision made with a smart brain.

An instinct that was created after astronomical amounts of thought to become a winner. It was a premonition.

"You secretly send soldiers to Jongnam. You must move without anyone knowing."

"yes."

"And tell them to return the Great Lord to the rock carving."

The warrior's eyes opened wide for a moment and then lowered.

If it is the great pearl that Jegalmun and others spoke of… … it is the dark dragon great pearl, also known as the military sword.

Just thinking about it made my body tremble. If the military leader Jegalmun and others had instilled fear with their extraordinary brains and words, then Amryongdaeju was the one who made people tremble with pure inaction.

Once you summon him, the target will definitely die.

As Musa hurriedly answered and retreated, Jegalmun grabbed Baek Woo-seon and muttered.

"Mr. Ma… I don't like people who are smart, whether it's luck or skill. Of course, if they can communicate. What about you?"

It was the moment when the name Ma Seonsaeng was engraved greatly in Jegalmun’s mind.

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Shanxi Wu Lin Maeng Ming Jia

If the rock carving was a shady place filled with a quiet fragrance, the famous carving was a paradise.

The beautifully decorated manors formed a circular fence, and in the center was a garden where guests could take a walk and chat.

The level of treatment was also different.

Whenever the bell rang, a servant would always appear to help with chores, and a chef would be on standby to prepare food as requested.

That would be expected, since Myeonggak was a place where only the direct descendants of the Gupa Ibang and the Odaese family could stay.

There were exactly sixteen houses in Jangwon, and fifteen of them were designated for the Gupaebang and Odaeseaga.

You could say that it was a space just for them.

"This is where His Majesty the Great will be staying from now on. Ring the bell twice and I will come running. If you need anything, please call me anytime."

And the place assigned to Ma Cheon-so was the last house at the northern end, with an empty signboard that had not been assigned to anyone.

Originally, it was a place reserved for the Chohwangmun Gate, but as the leader Yang Taehong repeatedly declined to use it, it became a place given to the imperial family and people of high fame.

Even that seemed to be rare and it seemed like it had been a long time since I had set foot there.

"You have nothing to do, so go and rest."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

The attendant politely took the ticket without asking any questions and stepped back. I have encountered all sorts of people, but this was a common occurrence.

There were some who liked to be lost in thought or did not like to be disturbed.

Ma Cheon-so, who was left alone like that, glanced around the large main building and frowned.

I didn't feel like it at all.

I finally entered the place I had longed for, but the feeling I got was unpleasant.

I can't explain it, but the Murim Alliance seemed to have become more narrow-minded than before, and had become their own world.

Moreover, Namgung Ye-na, who I thought was getting married and living happily, is acting like this.

Feeling suffocated, I turned around and walked into the garden.

So let's go out to the garden and take a few steps.

"Mom. Is this your first time waiting for a table like this? It's so pretty, so pretty."

A man who looked to be in his early 40s approached me and spoke to me.

A crooked gait. A ragtag outfit that doesn't match the inscription. A gourd hanging from his waist. A freewheeling yet eccentric speech style.

And… … a familiar but unpleasant smell.

"Hey, Sohyeop. It's fate that we met like this, so why don't you try to warm up a bit? What do you think? The weather is nice. It's stuffy. How about a quick sparring match?"

"ha ha ha."

His eyes have become quite sharp, but the way he holds the baton and fiddles with it hasn't changed at all from before.

Ma Cheon-so let out a hollow laugh as if he had never been depressed before.

His usually bleak face soon became filled with humanity.

If the subordinates had seen it, they probably would have blown up the flagship.

But Ma Cheon-so looked at him affectionately as if he had forgotten about himself.

How can I forget you?

"Chun-gae……"

Four close friends who shared Ma Cheon-so's life and death.

It was the fighting dog Chun-gae, one of the five stars of the Wind Dragon and now the leader of the Open Fire.

I met him again.

"Mom! Do you know me? I don't really know you."

Chun-gae sweats profusely as he looks at the distant mountains. Phew! Ma-cheon-so bursts out laughing.

I don't know. Why is a stranger loitering in front of my place?

There was no way that the news of Sacheonhoe would not have reached Gaebong, and it was clear that they had come to see each other before revealing their identities.

Because.

"Chungae the fighting dog. They say you have to fight a famous opponent once to get your temper down, but you're better than I heard."

"Huh, huh. Where did this guy come from, sitting on the mud flats and making noises? No, I'm not that kind of person."

"No."

Ma Cheon-so barely managed to suppress his laughter.

Since he is the son of a poisonous snake, his distribution is one level higher than that of Chun-gae.

It probably reached his ears the moment he entered the cave.

So, I was just pretending not to know and picking a fight before revealing my identity.

'Don't I know you?'

The corners of Ma Cheon-so's mouth curved affectionately.

One way or another, I don't think he knew he was a quantum mind, but I was so happy and grateful that he came to see me.

"I don't know if you know me or not, but I don't know you at all. Are you a gentleman from the royal family?"

"Are you curious about who I am?"

"I'm not curious."

"I want to say something."

"I don't have to say anything?"

"You know."

"No, I don't know."

"From Sacheon……"

"Mommy?! Look at this guy. He's a lot younger than me, but he speaks so little."

"What, all of a sudden?"

"Not all of a sudden, but this is starting to make me really, really angry?"

"Ugh. So."

"Are you laughing? Look at this guy. Where did you learn that trick? Then play a game with me like a man. How about it? Very clean."

How is it that all you have in your head is fighting?

Ma Cheon-so felt like he had gone back to the day he first met Chun-gae.

Even back then, he came to me out of the blue and swung his club, demanding to have a go at me.

At this point, no matter what I say, it's just a series of events. What can I do? I have to adjust to my friend.

Ma Cheon-so nodded with a sigh and a smile.

"What method?"

"Oh my! I thought you were a gentleman, but you're from Honam! The tension will be high when two beasts meet in a remote place. Your heart will pound and your blood will boil."

"What is the method?"

"How about a daily exchange? In a polite and cultured manner."

Bang, bang. Chun-gae hit the ball on the ground. It meant he was excited.

"good."

"Okay? I'm a guy, I'm a guy. Then come on in."

"no."

"Mom. You're a crazy guy. What are you trying to do now?"

"You come."

"Oh my! That kid is really annoying. He's annoying."

I mean, if a guy is so erratic and annoying, what kind of guy is he?

As I let out a snicker, Chun-gae bit his lip and looked around.

It is clear that he is anxious in case someone sees him.

"Striking first isn't my style… I don't have time, I don't have time. I can't help it. Don't regret it."

Chun-gae rolled his shoulders, spat on his palm, and rubbed it.

Then he grabbed the baton properly and swung it diagonally.

Boohoohoo! A strange light appeared in Ma Cheon So’s eyes.

Although it wasn't a bet, you could tell at a glance that it had improved significantly.

I don't know for sure, but the tagubong method alone would be one of the top three in the open world.

of course.

"Blood, damage?"

Ma Cheon-so slightly tilted his upper body back and let it flow. Then he stuck out his palm.

"My turn."

"What's with that bald palm? Are you asking for this?"

"As you can see, I'm empty-handed. I have to be fair. I'm a political party."

"This guy is like a real robber. Do you know what this is?!"

"If you don't like it, then stop."

"That's it, you thief."

Whoosh. Chun-gae threw the baton he was holding in his hand. Anyway, looking at it again, it wasn't normal. To pass over the sacred water of openness so easily.

Ma Cheon-so smiled affectionately this time and grabbed the messy baton. Then, he hit his head without mercy.

Paaaaak!

"Hey, fu*k!"

The staggering Chun-gae's eyes widened. It was so painful that tears welled up in his eyes. Ma-cheon-so handed him a stick.

"Your turn."

"You hit me without warning? This guy has really no manners. Have you ever met a dog peddler?"

No, you're the first.

"I got it. I had a feeling what kind of guy he was. You met the wrong person today. I'm a Beijing rascal, hit me right in the face!"

Thud, thud! Chun-gae grabbed the baton and swung it vertically this time. It was much more precise and faster than before.

Booooooooosh! Whoosh.

But this time too, I twisted my body and dodged it easily.

"It's my turn."

"Blood, damage? You dodged. That's right. You're quite the guy. Huh, huh. Alright! Now, hit me once. Hit me, you thief-no-maaaaaaaah!"

Paaaaaaaaaah! Another baton blast hit the exact spot I just hit.

Chun-gae grabbed my head and rolled around on the floor. After rolling around like that for a while, he suddenly got up and screamed.

"This kid, but I was talking! Huh? The beggar wants to talk! Then you can talk after you're done!"

"Oh, sorry."

"Wow, shit… It's not that I'm doing this because I'm sick. What? My little friend is really rude, so I'm doing this as a form of discipline, because I'm worried, I'm worried. That's why I'm saying this, so don't be upset. Give me that."

When Chun-gae reached out with moist eyes, Ma-cheon-so handed over the baton with a solemn face.

Then Chun-gae lowered his head and muttered.

"Are you a man?"

suddenly?

"You wouldn't know it if you saw it?"

"I don't know. I don't know. I've disappointed you so much."

"Why again."

"If you're a man, do you really have to avoid it like that? Huh?"

Ma Cheon-so scratched the back of his head.

"What should I do?"

"I have to take it. Yes. I have to take it and endure it even if it means dying. That's what it means to be a man."

"good."

"really?"

"That's true."

"This is me. I am the one who appeared and called."

"Get started."

"Yeah, that's right… Now that I think about it, you have manners, you do. What's the point of abandoning manners in this place called Murim? Huh? That's like saying, what's the difference between that and Sapa? So… Eat this, you thief!"

Boohoohoo! Before I could finish speaking, the baton swung. It seems to get stronger when it hits, and it's twice as fast as before.

But even though he was understandably flustered, Ma Cheon-so remained calm.

Whoosh. He twisted his body again and dropped the baton. Oh my! For a moment, as if time had slowed down, Chun-gae’s eyes were filled with betrayal and shock, and Ma-cheon-so laughed.

Then he snatched the baton from my hand and hit me in the head again.

Paaaaah!

"This, this guy… is a devil."

Kung. Chun-gae's eyes rolled in all directions and he fainted.

Ma Cheon-so snickered at this. Ten years had passed, but nothing had changed. That felt good. He was once again grateful that nothing had changed.

I hugged him affectionately.

"It's been a while, Chun-gae."

The footsteps turn back towards the garden.

Following Mo Yong-hui and Namgung Ye-na… … .

I met a true friend.