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.

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.