Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 1417

Episode 1417. Let me sweep the yard

As a result this man and woman remained in the guest house.

Not only was it raining so heavily but it was also because she felt like she wouldn’t be able to avoid the Commander-in-Chief’s eyes.

If she was caught running through a heavy rain like this in the middle of the night it would be difficult to make excuses even if she had ten mouths.

It could have given Seokgyeongjang an excuse to antagonize them.

The next day.

Even though the day dawned the rain showed no signs of stopping.

She spent the night with her eyes wide open and the two women gathered on the floor again.

The expressions of the three people looking out into the yard were mixed.

There’s nothing you can’t go if you force yourself but where can you go in this rain!

However perhaps because she stayed overnight she was not as anxious as yesterday.

As the three people were discussing their future schedule a worker approached them.

The three people who were surprised to see the commander-in-chief’s inaction last night stopped talking and paid attention to the worker.

Fortunately the worker looked ordinary.

“Breakfast is ready so I was told to bring it to you.”

Gong Cheon-baek the God of Thunder and Clouds asked what the worker said.

“Who said that? Are you Lord Jang? Or are you the Commander-in-Chief?”

“Of course you are the Commander-in-Chief.”

The three immediately stood up and followed the worker inside.

Fortunately the rain became thin enough that I didn’t have to cover my head.

The worker pointed to the inner hall and then turned back.

Inside the pavilion there were three long tables with six men and women sitting facing each other on either side of the table.

As if the seats were divided according to age on the left were two fair-faced old women and a general and on the right were a man and a woman in their early to mid-twenties.

After quickly looking at the members Gongcheonbaek greeted the commander-in-chief whom he knew well.

“Thank you for inviting me to dinner.”

Then Feng Yunbi hurriedly spoke.

“It was not I who invited you but Lord Jang and his wife. So please leave your greetings to Lord Jang and his wife.”

At those words Oknyeo Sword Yeo Hye-jin Thunder Cloud God Gong Cheon-baek and Sword Master Ju Mu-saeng hurriedly looked at the people in the hall.

If you take out the governor two fair-skinned old women and a man and a woman in their twenties remain.

However the general clearly said that it was Lord Jang and his wife.

When he went into retirement thirty years ago Namcheon Yeon Jeok-ha and Sipjeonmuhu Namgung-yeon were in their thirties.

More than thirty years have passed since their retirement so Namcheon Daehyup and the Ten Warlords are now in their sixties.

But no matter how hard I strained my eyes to look there was no one who looked like he was in his 60s.

Naturally the three people mistakenly thought ‘Jangju and his wife have not appeared yet.’

Either way Pungwoonbi’s words continued.

“From the left Thunder God and Gongcheonbaek Oknyeogeom Yeo Hyejin and Shingeomseosaeng are called Jumusaeng. What are you doing? “Without saying hello.”

When Pungwoonbi who was introducing the three people by pointing his finger at him started to cheer Gongcheonbaek who was startled hurriedly lowered his head and shouted.

“Here are the nominations!”

Belatedly Yeo Hye-jin and Joo Moo-saeng followed Gong Cheon-baek.

“This is Yeo Hye-jin.”

“I am a resident.”

The three of them bowed their heads first not knowing who Jangju and his wife were.

Eventually the three people raised their heads and Poongunbi pointed to an empty seat.

“Please sit down and eat properly.”

At those words the three people moved next to this man and woman who appeared to be their peers.

This was done because her seating arrangement seemed to divide the generations.

Soon after the attendants brought dishes and pots containing fish stew and placed them on the table.

After a while the elderly woman who was leading the mourners naturally sat down next to Poong Woon-bi.

As the three people glanced at the elderly woman with curious eyes Poongunbi laughed.

“This is someone inside me. “Ma’am those three are the guests who came to Seokgyeongjang last night.”

The elderly woman smiled and nodded her head at the three people.

The three people stopped what they were doing and bowed politely.

For a while the only sound was the clattering of chopsticks.

Perhaps because there were no children the meal was quiet.

Gong Tianbaek glanced at the young men sitting next to him.

Perhaps because they were young people of the same age my guard eased a little.

He spoke softly.

“Is Noh Hyeong-do also Seok Kyeong-jang’s person?”

“The Commander-in-Chief is my father.”

“ah! Now I see that you are the commander-in-chief’s son-in-law. My name is Gong Cheon Baek. “He is also called by the nickname Thundercloud God.”

“It’s called satire luck.”

“How old is Brother Fung? “I am twenty-seven.”

“I’m twenty-three.”

“ah!”

At that time Yeo Hye-jin and Joo Moo-saeng quietly intervened.

“I’m twenty-two.”

“I am twenty-five.”

After revealing their age the young people began to whisper among themselves.

Bae Jae-woon the youngest at Seokgyeongjang was excited to meet his peers for the first time in a while.

Moreover these men and women all had high spirits like dragons and bongs so they got along well.

Not long after young people began to use the system of nicknames and nicknames.

It was also thanks to the fact that the three uninvited guests actively attacked Baekseokun in order to escape safely from Seokgyeongjang.

Lastly the sound ‘Brother Poong’ came out of Yeo Hye-jin’s mouth.

By the end of the meal the four people had become close friends as if they had known each other for ten years.

Unlike the first time Yeo Hye-jin looked around at the people with a relaxed expression.

Seokgyeongjang looked like an ordinary house unlike other martial arts families.

There were no subversive writings or military flags visible anywhere in the room.

Rather I saw books here and there.

It was like the house of a fallen civil servant from a story.

Her guard let down she turned to the man and woman sitting next to her satire.

He seemed to be one or two years older than Feng Jae-un.

She thought that her two men and women would also be someone’s children just like Satire Luck.

‘Could she be the grandchild of the two old women?’

Considering that Jae-kyun was the son of a couple of governors it seemed like that was the case.

“The two people next to Brother Fung…”

Before she could finish speaking a worker came across the yard.

“Mr. General the martial people called ‘Samjon’ are looking for Lord Jang.”

Pung Woon-bi who had been confined to Seokgyeongjang for over thirty years tilted his head.

“Who is the Samjon?”

Then Gong Cheon-baek who was watching quietly intervened.

“The three nobles are the madhus who are wreaking havoc in the Gangnam area. He calls himself the Supreme Being of Heaven but he is so cruel that he was declared a martial arts official by the Hocheon Alliance three years ago.”

After Gong Cheon-baek’s explanation was finished Yeo Hye-jin also added a word.

“The three of them are experts who came from outside the country. That’s why they are famous for the bizarre weapons and methods they use.”

As soon as she finished speaking three people appeared in the front yard.

The three people with white beards and tiger eyes looked extraordinary at a glance.

The old man in the lead had a long-handled scythe-like weapon draped over his shoulder the one behind him held a curved sword and the last old man had a steel sword in his hand.

Heavenly Lord Bae Gwang carrying a sickle-like weapon on his shoulder said with a wry smile.

“Hehe. Seok Kyeong-jang said it was the best mystery in Moorim… but when I came here it was no different from Yeo Yeom’s house. “You have to understand the bluff of those on the mainland.”

The Supreme Changhae holding the curved sword received those words.

“There is not even anyone who resists from the main gate to the main house… It can be said to be the best of all false names. “Who is this guy named Namcheon?”

Instead of speaking the Injonmyo Emperor licked the steel bowl in his hand with his tongue and savored it.

When Pung-un and Rain put down their chopsticks and got up and went outside Feng-wun and Rain also quietly got up and followed behind her father.

However the two men and women sitting next to Feng Jae-un did not even look away.

The young man even held up the meat pancake and said something outrageous.

“Hwaran the seasoning is very good today. “I like this better than being bored.”

When Oknyeogeom Yeo Hye-jin wondered what kind of nonsense this was the governor’s wife laughed and said.

“Still think about your health and eat heartily.”

“I’m okay with eating it sparingly.”

“You should think about the matriarch too.”

“Oh is that so?”

Yeo Hye-jin could not come to her senses from the conversation taking place in front of her.

The young man treated him poorly and the elderly woman treated him with respect.

However the governor and the two old women as well as the two old women only laughed and did not reprimand the young man.

Meanwhile the Samjon showed off his presence to the best of his ability but when someone even ordered him to eat food at the table he gritted his teeth.

Soon Bae Gwang pointed at the windbreaker with a sickle-like weapon and asked.

“Are you the guy named Namcheon?”

Then Pungwoonbi smiled and answered.

“I am the general of Seokgyeongjang and my name is Pungwoonbi. “Are you the old men called uncle?”

“It’s not uncle it’s Samjon!”

“This is my first time hearing Samjon so just change it to uncle.”

“This guy… the commander-in-chief of us who looks down on Namcheon too… get rid of him!”

Suddenly Bae Gwang slashed at Poongunbi with the sickle he was holding.

It looked like Pung Woonbi’s head would be cut off by that lightning-quick technique.

Kang!

As soon as she drew it Windyunbi blocked her scythe with her sword.

Bae Gwang tried to pull the sickle but the sickle did not move as if it was stuck in a rock.

Changhae and Myohwang who saw Bae Gwang in confusion belatedly joined the fight.

Gokdo and Cheoljo attacked Poongunbi.

At that moment Pung Woonbi slightly turned his sword and Bae Gwang’s body blocked the curved sword.

Changhae shocked hurriedly put the curved sword back.

In the meantime the steel crew passed by the wind and cloud monument.

Kakakakang!

The sound of metal scraping against metal was heard.

Myohwang looked back and forth between Feng Yunbi and Cheoljoe who were both fine and then slowly retreated.

Unless his body was made of steel he was clearly strong in self-defense.

If the opponent used the same season as a self-defense weapon there was nothing he could do about it.

After a skirmish when the Samjon paused Pungwoonbi swung his sword like a thunderbolt.

It is the three methods of nine tax laws: Cloud Dragon Wind Lake (雲龍風虎).

Three strands of wind rose from the tip of the sword and struck the hesitating Samjon.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-!

The Samjon frantically swung his weapon to cut down the sword wind but it was no use.

The three gods crouched behind their respective weapons and waited for the sword wind to pass.

A blade-like sword wind swept through the Samjon.

Clap la la rock!

His hair was cut off and his clothes were torn to pieces.

The blood that had flowed from the body dripped down onto the torn piece of clothing.

Bae Gwang who was shaking opened his mouth with difficulty.

“Please save me.”

Changhae and Myohwang who belatedly came to their senses also raised their voices.

“What benefit will Seokgyeongjang gain by killing us?”

“I will do anything if it saves my life!”

Then Pungwoonbi withdrew his sword and said.

“You deserve to die because you insulted Lord Zhang. But it’s up to Lord Zhang to kill or save so just wait.”

Soon after Pungunbi turned around and Samjon quickly rolled his eyes.

He is looking for an opportunity to run away.

Pung Woon-bi who arrived in front of the pavilion asked cautiously.

“Lord Jang. “What should we do with these people called Samjon?”

Before Yeon Jeok-ha could respond the three nobles ran away in three directions.

Gongcheonbaek who had been watching the Samjon from earlier said ‘Uh!’ An exclamation flowed out.

Still Feng Yunbi did not look back.

Yeo Hye-jin and Gong Cheon-baek Ju-Mu-saeng thought that they had missed the Three Honorable Men due to Pung Woon-bi’s mistake.

But that was their mistake.

Shhh shh!

Something flew along with the waves and hit the Samjon’s waist.

The Samjon said ‘Ack!’ It tumbled into the yard with a sound.

Yeon Jeok-ha who subdued the Samjon by blowing his chicken bone closed his hands.

Then the three Buddhas flew in as if they were being sucked in and landed in front of the shrine.

Yeon Jeok-ha said with an indifferent face.

“It’s a waste of land to bury it. “Unbi please take good care of yourself and let me sweep the yard.”

“yes.”

Pungunbi looked at the young man Yeonjeokha and then walked to the Samjon.

Lee Nam-il who was listening to the conversation between the elderly general and the young man did not even take a breath.

A young man whom she thought was the old women’s grandson had married Namcheon!

The face that still looked like it was in its twenties felt more bizarre than the transcendent martial arts skills.