Episode 959 Where is the volcano? (3)
Shake it up! dump!
Hwasan’s disciples who had parked the cart in front of the manor fell forward all at once.
“Nooo…”
“No, it’s over…”
“Finally… finally, damn it…”
It was a sight that deserved applause. After going back and forth between Guangzhou and Wuhan several times a day, he finally succeeded in moving all the refugees wishing to move to Sacheon to this manor.
“…I can’t do it again. never.”
“I know yeah.”
Hwasan’s disciples were fed up.
Of course, someone may have doubts. I wonder how difficult it would be for warriors with such physical training to go back and forth between Wuhan and Oral.
It wouldn’t have been this hard if we just went back and forth. If only there wasn’t a devil behind my back telling me to speed up.
“Tsk!”
The devil jumped down from the load on the cart and looked around with a disapproving look on his face.
“…What’s so difficult?”
“….”
“I think I can go one more time.”
“It’s over, you bastard!”
“The entire village was completely robbed!”
“They even transported the dogs that were in their kennels! “Move anything else from here!”
“Kill! “Better kill me!”
As Hwasan’s disciples foamed at the mouth and were disgusted, Cheongmyeong licked his lips in disappointment.
If there was even a little bit of room, I would try moving these things one more time, but unfortunately, in Cheongmyeong’s eyes, there was nothing more to move.
At that time, King Hyeonjong got off the cart and looked down at his disciples with a pitiful face.
“Everyone worked hard.”
“No, Jang Mun-in!”
“Of course it should be done!”
The disciples of Hwasan who were lying down jumped up from their seats and answered. Seeing that, Cheongmyeong’s cheeks swelled.
“Wow, look at how everyone discriminates against people.”
“You don’t look like you discriminate!”
“Of course we have to discriminate!”
“They’ve gone crazy and now they want to treat me like Jang Mun-in!”
“That topless bastard!”
Cheongmyeong tilts his head crookedly as he hears the complaints coming out.
‘I’ll have to do something about it sometime soon.’
The things that were obedient when the seal was made and pounded in full swing slowly crawled up again after drinking some of the outside water(?). In times like this, you have to stick a needle into the swollen liver and pop it open.
“Hyeonyoung.”
“Yes, Jang Mun-in.”
“Are you sure it’s all over?”
In response to Hyeonjong’s question, Hyeonyoung took out the ledger and flipped through it to check.
“Yes, Jang Moon-in. Everyone has completed preparations for relocation. “In addition, all the civilians who wanted to go with us have come over to Wuhan, and we have confirmed with the remaining people once more, so there is nothing more to do.”
“Hmm. I see.”
Hyeonjong’s expression was not very bright.
Huashan did his best and did everything he could, but there were still a lot of people who wanted to stay on the Yangtze River. Therefore, I cannot be just happy that I have finished my work.
However, he could not show such a thing in front of his disciples who had suffered so much. Hyeonjong nodded with a warm smile.
“Everyone worked hard, so let’s take a good rest for a while.”
“yes! A long writer!”
“Thank you!”
The disciples’ eyes widened at the warm greeting.
However, Cheongmyeong continued to complain as if he was not happy that Hyeonjong gave them a break.
“No, what did I do? I’m sorry… I haven’t been able to train for a while, but now that I’ve done all the chores, I have to train. The sword will rust. In the first place, you have to train when you’re exhausted like this so that your sword won’t get distracted later when things get really hard…”
“Hehehehehehe!”
King Hyeonjong expertly buried the grumbling with a big smile.
Cheongmyeong Island cannot continue to criticize Jang Mun-in. So, he started glaring at his disciples who were constantly watching him.
The Hwasan disciples trembled at the sight of those fluttering eyes.
‘Look at me.’
‘Look at those eyes.’
‘That guy like Sagar. Oh my ancestors. ‘That bastard is on the run.’
Hyeonjong pulled Cheongmyeong, who was glancing at Hwasan’s disciples with eyes like snakes looking for prey.
“You go in and get some rest.”
“Okay.”
Cheongmyeong couldn’t let go of his regrets and made a groaning sound, as if he was very disappointed. At that time, Tanggunak, who came out of the manor, smiled as he looked at the now familiar sight of Hwasan.
“Thank you for your hard work, Lord Maeng.”
“no. “What a hardship…”
Hyeonjong glanced at the tattered disciples, then covered his mouth and cleared his throat. Looking at that situation, I can’t even say empty words that it wasn’t a hardship.
Tang Gunak looked at Hwasan’s disciples and asked. To be more precise, it should be said that he glanced at Cheongmyeong and Ogeom.
“Then do you plan to return to Shaanxi now?”
“Hmm, I don’t know.”
Hyeonjong sighed softly with a slightly distraught expression on his face. Didn’t they originally come here at the party’s request for support? Their work here should be considered completed.
However, there were many obstacles to returning to Shaanxi like this.
“…I’m worried about the people left on the Yangtze River.”
“Jangmun-in.”
Tanggunak shook his head.
“How can you not know Jang Mun-in’s feelings? But… as Jang Mun-in knows, if we fight to save them, we will inevitably end up intervening in Jang Kang’s affairs.”
“Hmm.”
“Isn’t that different from what we thought?”
“I know. “I know, but…”
Hyeonjong glanced somewhere. At the end of his gaze was the back of Cheongmyeong, facing south. Recently, there has been a lot of cases of Cheongmyeong staring blankly at the Yangtze River.
‘You must have a lot to worry about.’
There are moments when people have a conflict between the direction their heart moves and the direction their head moves. Cheongmyeong is probably in a similar situation right now.
In times like these, he, a long-time writer, needs to pull himself together. There is no contradiction in the words of the Qing Dynasty that one should not intervene in the affairs of the Yangtze River.
“…I think I should go back.”
“Yes, Master. “The party also plans to lead those here to Sacheon.”
“That would be right.”
Hyeonjong quietly nodded.
In the end, that would be natural. Because once Shaolin and Chujin have already done something face to face with them, they won’t be able to do anything.
“I will rest for a bit, do some maintenance, and then head to Shaanxi.”
“Yes, you will.”
Tanggunak smiled. Originally, it was the Tang family that had regrets, but in any case, when a large number of people who favored the Party moved to Sacheon, those regrets seemed to have faded.
I feel sorry for him, but it can’t be compared to just letting go and leaving.
“yes. Then…”
It was just at that time when King Hyeonjong called his disciples and was about to head into the manor.
“hmm?”
Tanggunak’s head turned to one side. I felt the presence of people quickly approaching this direction.
‘Kang Ho-in?’
Judging by their speed and momentum, they are by no means ordinary people.
Hyeonjong and Hwasan’s disciples also seemed to have sensed the presence, so they all stood up and looked in that direction.
and.
Faaah!
A person emerged, plowing through the thick bushes as if breaking them. Tang Kun-ak, seeing that face, was unable to hide his embarrassment for a moment.
“…Aren’t you an elder?”
The person who appeared at the forefront was obviously Zhao Gai, the elder of openness. Although there was no particular connection between them, there was no way that he, the head of the Tang family, would not recognize the elder of openness.
“How can we get here…”
Even his behavior was strange.
Rags are like a symbol of openness. But right now, Zhao Kai was not wearing a shirt. What was even more strange was that the other monks who followed him were also wearing only pants.
“Whoop!” Whoop!”
Zhao Kai wiped the sweat from his face with one hand.
“…Matriarch.”
He also paid attention to King Hyeonjong, who stood next to Tanggunak.
“Jangmun-in.”
He opened his mouth with a stern look on his face.
“…I have brought someone who wants to see you two.”
“yes?”
As soon as those words were finished, a man got off the sweat-covered back with difficulty. He seemed to have no strength to support his body, so he used the sword he was holding as a cane.
Everyone who saw him held their breath. It is not enough to say that the appearance was gruesome.
The clothes were all soaked with dark red blood and sticking to them. The body visible through the torn clothes was full of terrible stab wounds.
Her hair was falling down in clumps, and her bluish lips were extremely dry, twisted, and cracked here and there.
At first, everyone here did not recognize him. This was because it was difficult to connect that messy appearance with his usual glamorous and respectable appearance.
However, someone who was looking at the familiar shape for a while took a deep breath and muttered something like a moan.
“Namgoong…”
Those who heard those words widened their eyes.
“Namgung…do…above.”
Everyone who found out his identity belatedly looked in shock.
No one wondered why Namgungdowi, which should have been on Maehwado Island, was here. All I could do was stare intently into Namgung Dowi’s eyes through his flowing hair.
Trudging.
At that time, Namgung Dowi took a difficult step.
Trudging.
Another step.
He stumbled before he could even take two steps, so one of the guards unconsciously flinched to help him. But soon he bit his lip and withdrew his hand. Because I know that I shouldn’t help Nangong Daowi now.
chin. chin.
The sword, which was the sword’s life, struck the dirt floor repeatedly, but no one could point a finger.
Because everyone can see how much pain Namgung Do-wi must be enduring to take that one step.
Trudging. Trudging.
The uninterrupted steps that seemed to stop finally stopped in front of someone.
In the silence, Namgung Dowi and Cheongmyeong’s eyes met.
Namgung Dowi’s eyes are constantly fluttering as if he is longing for something, and Cheongmyeong’s eyes are looking at him without the slightest wavering.
“…stamp.”
dump.
Namgung Do-wi knelt down on the spot as if he was collapsing.
Hwasan’s disciples, who at first thought he had fainted and tried to run, soon stopped in place.
Nangung Dowi, who was kneeling and looking up at Cheongmyeong, slowly bowed his head to the floor.
A cracked voice came out from his mouth as he knelt precariously, looking like he was about to fall over.
“Help….”
“….”
“…Please help.”
Everyone closed their eyes.
Baekcheon, Yu Iseol, Yoon Jong, Jo Geol, and Dang Soso. Even Hyeonjong, the elders, Unja Bae, and other Hwasan disciples.
It was too painful to look at that image calmly.
“Namgung…”
A voice that sounded like scraping metal continued softly.
Don’t vent your anger. Don’t scream. In some ways, it seemed overly calm, but the youthful desperation in his voice was clearly conveyed to everyone.
“Please help Namgung…”
Namgung Dowi bowed his head and grabbed the dirt on the floor as if scratching it.
“…please.”
Cheongmyeong, who was the only one looking straight at the hunched back of Namgung Dowi without saying a word, eventually turned his head away.
The darkest night sky, where dawn had not yet dawned, poured into my view.
‘Damn it…’
A deep sigh escaped Cheongmyeong’s mouth.
