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The hem of Seocheon’s clothes (3)
The eyes of the Geumuiwi Buyeongban grew wide.
At this moment, there are only two things reflected in his eyes: the leather shoes of the young man standing on the reeds and the hem of his trousers flowing like ebony.
It was because Buyeongban was looking up from under the giant body of the Inmyeonjiju. Wasn’t he on the verge of dying after being impaled on the spider spirit’s leg?
Still, I knew who it was. I was able to gauge the intruder’s body shape with the Imperial Vision.
The Iphwangseong Magwangikju. Now, it looked like a god who would come out of the mountain from the Nine Great Gates Sect, not the royal sword. That was his appearance.
‘Igi-eo-geom, Eogi-chung-geom (御劍充劍), Naega-jung-su-beop, Neung-gong-heodo, Chosang-bi… …!’
The techniques that Yeonhwa Nataga uses to unleash as a single flow while charging towards the Inmyeonjiju.
In Beijing, traces of this were visible in the eyes of Buyeongban, who was born into a fairly common noble family and had learned the imperial eye technique. It was a feast of peerless skills that Yeonhwanata had poured out in one move.
Using the technique of the sword, he hurled a reed filled with powerful energy and pierced the human-faced creature’s eye, and then immediately used the technique of the internal attack to send a shockwave that hit the creature’s skull.
After that, the sight of him lightly stepping on the reeds with his peerless nerves reminded me of the story of Master Dharma crossing the river.
The human-faced person stood there, holding back the reeds stuck in his eyes.
A kind of chain technique that only some immortals of the old school who use martial arts to cultivate the Way can show. Without profound Jeongjong internal energy, it would be impossible to use such harmony with reeds.
Even that would have to be extremely mysterious. Internal energy refined with a supernatural or ordinary image would not strengthen the reed but rather break it.
‘How can you talk about treason when you have someone like that?’
Buyeongban thought in confusion.
The Beijing he guards is a city where the influence of the Taoist sects, including the Wudang and Huashan, is much greater than that of the Ihwangseong.
On the other hand, there was no need for the Divine Sword Corps to secure the capital, and countless Beijing nobles were devoted to Taoism, which the Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang revered.
While most people study Confucianism, the foundation of the country, they also cultivate their minds through Taoist meditation.
Naturally, one cannot help but admire those who have studied the art of martial arts deeply.
An example of this is the old school of immortals who fly on swords, like the legendary sword immortal Yeo Dong-bin.
The divine power of Yeonhwanata Island was no different.
At least that’s how it looked to Buyeongban. That was why he was blankly looking up at Jeongyeonshin right now.
“Why are you standing still? We need to evacuate the people.”
The words of Magwangikju fell.
Before he knew it, the human-faced statue had both legs raised toward the sky, and even the six legs that were firmly planted on the ground were noticeably shaking.
Leg hairs that sway like a mist along the thickness of a pillar of a large pavilion.
It is unclear whether this is a flash of lightning just before death, or if he is gathering energy to go on a rampage.
Buyeongban immediately turned around.
And then he paused.
That’s why I saw countless people lined up along the ruined street.
The families and servants of the powerful Beijing family, as well as the high-ranking officials themselves, turned around and raised their heads blankly as they fled.
I took in the sight of Ma Guangyiju and Inmyeonjiju. The extraordinary temperament that is characteristic of the Beijing people had completely disappeared from their faces.
“What are you guys doing!”
Buyeongban shouted at his subordinates. The behavior of the Royal Guard officers was no different from that of the common people.
Do you think the fight is already over? No matter how strong Yeonhwanata of Gangbuk is, his opponent is a monstrous and powerful being who has momentarily driven Beijing into an incomprehensible fear.
That was when.
Kugu Palace―
Suddenly a loud noise arose.
It was at the back. When Buyeongban turned around, he saw a giant human-faced pillar with its face bent to the side lying in place.
He had his head tilted strangely and his mouth was wide open. In front of him, Ma Gwang-ik-ju was standing on the ground, holding up a reed with his hand.
It was clear that the lifeline of the Inmyeonjiju had been cut off. It was truly absurd.
‘My worries were unfounded. They say that the current Ma Gwang-ikju was a great warrior in short battles…!’
Beijing is a place where rumors travel fast.
He knows that Ma Gwang-ik has defeated opponents of higher rank than himself many times.
If that’s the case even in a one-on-one life-or-death fight, what’s the use of a surprise attack? Buyeongban slowly brought both hands together.
He took a lottery ticket from a martial artist while in office.
“Thank you. It could have easily turned into a bloody disaster… … The King of Gold has received a favor from you that is difficult to repay.”
“Is it just one?”
The change in Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s expression was very slight, but at first glance, he seemed a little flustered. Bu-yeong-ban’s lips slightly rose.
“I have finally seen the corruption of Beijing. It is embarrassing.”
“That’s fortunate.”
Ma Gwang-ik’s answer was plain. His next words were also short.
“Then I guess this is okay.”
Phew!
With one swing of the reed, the black buttocks of the man-faced monk split open.
White mucus poured out from the buttocks that were wide open on both sides, and about four cocoons wrapped in white spider webs were revealed.
Only then did the invisible aerodynamic waves spread outward, all originating from within the gochis.
It seemed that those with deep inner strength were entangled in the spider web of the human-faced person.
That evil spirit did not want to eat the masters in one bite, but rather wanted to slowly consume them by melting their energy like a dragon.
“This wave… Daeyoungban?! Even the Minister of War… …!”
As soon as Buyeongban finished speaking, the officers of the Royal Guard moved.
He greets Magwangikju with a sidelong glance and climbs up the giant torso of the Inmyeonjiju.
In an instant, they exposed the worms and began to dig at their outer surface with both hands.
The energy waves of the Geumuiwi’s manual skills vibrated and rang. While directing them, Buyeongban kept glancing at Ma Gwangikju.
I know Beijing hasn’t been kind to him.
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But the one who was in the castle flew in all at once and killed the man with the face.
And he didn’t show any particular feelings. It was as if he had just done the work he had been doing as usual.
‘Shin Geum Dan… … .’
It is no exaggeration to say that Seomye Jeongyeonshin represents them to this day.
If that was the case, then the unmanned people of Iphwangseong would also be running around the world with the same expression and conduct as Magwangikju.
If so, then it can be said that they are a group of chivalrous men. Isn’t it possible that Beijing took their hard work for granted?
“Buyeongban! Daeyeongban is breathing!”
A middle-aged man with a slightly wrinkled face revealed through a gap in the torn spider web, Buyeongban glanced at Daeyeongban and silently welcomed the pouring moonlight.
* * *
The incident was quickly resolved.
The officers of the Royal Guard took the lead in removing the spider webs from the cobwebs, and the high-ranking officials inside fainted again after hearing that the one who saved them was Ma Gwang-ik-ju.
None of them died instantly, but they were just exhausted.
Meanwhile, the officials removed the inner part of the human face pillar and presented it to Jeong Yeon-shin. They were experts in this field.
“Is it over?”
“Magwangikju killed the Inmyeonjiju with a single reed!”
“Don’t push!”
People began to surround Magwangikju with expressions as if they had seen something great, or as if they felt some shame or awe.
But Jeongyeonshin was looking elsewhere.
The left edge of the crowd.
There is a figure looking at him, half-hidden, at a corner of the wall that turns into an alley.
He had very sharp eyes, and rather than being hostile to Jeong Yeon-shin, it seemed as if he had been honing his sharp spirit all his life.
Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips.
“What are you looking at?”
“…I didn’t mean to pick a fight.”
The little girl said.
And then slowly emerges from beyond the fence.
It seemed as if he had been deliberately trying to suppress the wave of anger like an assassin and had only just released it, and the people around him belatedly backed away in shock.
It was a woman carrying three swords. One sword was tied around the waist of an orange belt that smoothly wrapped around her abdomen, and two swords were tied crosswise behind her back.
Her hair, braided into two pigtails, keeps hitting the handles of her two long swords because of the strong night wind.
He was probably in his twenties or twenty-six. His eyes stood out, sharp as blades.
“I’m from Pengga. My name is Neungryeo, and my first name is Ya.”
Pengya (彭夜). Pengga’s night.
Jeong Yeon-shin had heard of her. She was a fairly famous person even in the Paldaesega.
Just looking at the fact that there were more than a few people around her who were immediately repeating her name, it was evident.
He is famous for his nickname, the Lord of Blades. Peng Family Blade Marquis. Recently, he was also grouped together with Jeong Yeon-sin, So Cheon-mu-jik, and Chil-sado as the ‘Hwan-myeong-o-jeol’.
It means that he has outstanding martial arts skills at a young age.
‘I don’t think I’m as good as him.’
Jeong Yeon-shin absentmindedly thought of the Seven Sado and then erased it from her mind. She didn’t know how far her thoughts would go if she let loose.
The red eyes that had been hanging over his head for the first time in a long while were bothering him, so he blurted out the words as they came to his mind.
“What a strange name.”
“Your name is even stranger.”
Pengya responded nonchalantly. Meanwhile, her sharp eyes were carefully scanning Jeongyeonshin’s entire body.
It was a gaze that Jeong Yeon-shin had experienced many times.
“You know me. Are you here as an enemy?”
“No. You have to make sense. Why would you join hands with a monster that killed both Master Zhuge and Elder Murong? It’s not even worth half a penny.”
“then?”
“I just wanted to take a look.”
“… … ?”
“Our family is also going to the Volcanic Islands. It’s a favor bestowed upon us by the old clan. If things go well, our head of the household will deal with you… I thought it might be helpful to the head of the household if we could at least take care of your health in advance.”
“If it’s Peng Gaju, isn’t it your father?”
“I was never raised as a child. Now, even my role as head of the household is in jeopardy.”
Pengya muttered bitterly.
But it wasn’t Jeongyeonshin’s fault. If it wasn’t Penggara, it was the place that helped form Cheonrajimang by hitting the back of the head of the Shingeomdanju.
I haven’t heard the full story from Yong Hee-myeong yet, but I can’t help but treat him with favor.
Jeong Yeon-shin recalled the shaman Gogeom’s request to do so at the martial arts competition even if it meant sprinkling blood.
“… I’ll let you live for now. In the non-competitive tournament, your head will be cut off by my sword.”
“To you? Why? I’ll probably be dealing with the black one.”
Pengya tilts her head.
Jeongyeonshin didn’t answer. He just stared at her blankly. He showed off the hem of his black robe, which had always been his pride, on a summer night.
There was silence for a moment.
“hmm?”
“… … .”
“No?”
There is nothing to talk about with the enemy. Jeong Yeon-shin did not answer at all. Soon, Peng Ga-in-hu’s face turned slightly pale.
* * *
Taehwajeon Hall of the Jageumseong Fortress.
Sunlight poured in through the straight hole in the ceiling.
Because the broken ceiling strangely created a sharp blank space like a sword’s blade, the sunlight falling on Daejeon was also strangely sharp.
Like the air that filled Taehwajeon at this moment.
“I acknowledge the merits of Magwangikju! I couldn’t help but do so!”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Look over there, over there! They broke the ceiling of Taehwajeon in front of His Highness the Crown Prince! How could you trust such an arrogant person and give him a purple robe! The danger of the black men of the Shingeomdan who gathered without any particular report was revealed in the Forbidden City!”
“That’s ridiculous. You completely failed to understand His Highness the Crown Prince’s intentions. If Ma Gwang-ik-ju hadn’t run away from there, then I would have said that he was not worthy of the purple title. He prioritized the people’s livelihood over his own personal glory. He deserves to wear the Western Heaven’s long robe.”
“She’s only seventeen years old! Do you know how to wield that power and give it to her so carelessly?”
“Haven’t you already completed all your missions without fail as a Black? In terms of skill, you’re no longer Black.”
The civil and military officials were divided into two sides and opposed each other.
It was different from before.
The Royal Guard Daeyoungban, Buyoungban, and Eunuch Yeojae, who were standing closest to the throne, supported Ma Gwang-ik-ju.
On the other side were the skinny scholars of the Academy and some old-fashioned high-ranking officials from the powerful families.
The story is not over.
If a matter is of national importance, the Emperor will not listen unless the ministers unanimously agree.
Even if many people acknowledge the existence of Magwangikju, the purple promotion may become sluggish.
“It’s messy.”
The crown prince sat slumped in his metallic red chair, staring blankly at the armrests.
The petitions to the emperor were placed on a table in the form of scrolls.
He suddenly unfolded one of them. As if he were occasionally in a state of madness and hurling abusive language at his ministers, the prince dared to covet what belonged to his father, the emperor.
There was no particular reason. Ma Gwang-ik-ju had done his duty, but he was still in a position where there was little he could do on his own.
Flutter—
“majesty!”
“Even if you are a regent, His Majesty will return soon… …!”
“Be quiet.”
The prince said. And he completely unrolled the scroll that read, ‘The Emperor’s personal letter, the Wudangpa Jangmun Daeri.’