Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 342

Episode 342. It’s called Yeon

Doo-bi.

Then, young Jeomsoi ran quickly and took the bowl and shouted.

“You said you were hungry, so what did you leave behind?”

“There was a fight outside. I couldn’t eat it because there was a lot of dust.”

“ah!”

Jeom So-i looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with eyes that felt sorry for him and then turned around.

In the meantime, the warriors who had finished their lunch approached the entrance.

They were masters from Cheongun-gwan.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who found a familiar person among them, inadvertently sent a greeting.

Then the man said.

“Hey, I want you to get out of the way. You can’t just stand there blocking the door.”

“…”

Yeonjeokha looked at him with a puzzled face.

It was strange to see the majestic appearance of a man who could not even meet his eyes.

It’s the same person, but it feels so different.

“Ah yes.”

The serial enemy hurriedly left the spot.

Soldiers from Cheongwoon-gwan came out from behind, laughing and chatting among themselves.

The fight was over, and the streets were full of people again.

They were busy, as if they hadn’t even had a battle with the Jangrakbang and Blood Magic.

‘What a life…’

He trudged away from scratching his head.

The warriors from Cheongun-gwan in the back quickly passed him and went forward.

Soon they were mixed with passers-by and disappeared from the enemy’s field of vision.

People who had been forgotten belatedly came to mind.

Lee Chun, a woman who met at an inn and went with him, and Sogyo, the daughter of Cheongwoon Gwanju, who was accepted by Wang Jincheong, and Hwang Dong-yeop, Oh Jung-san, Son of Sang-geuk, who was a member of Nakyang Five Groups.

Everyone will live diligently in their place.

If you are alive, of course.

***

Lustrous.

Wudang Mountain.

Cheonghuipo Village.

A shaggy young man entered the village at the entrance of Wudang Mountain.

Fever flowers and scabs filled the hair that seemed to be covered with ashes.

If it wasn’t for the sword hanging from his waist, he’d be considered a wandering beggar.

When Yeonjeokha entered the village, as expected, people fled here and there.

It was a familiar phenomenon, so I didn’t care.

The village was peaceful even at a glance, probably because it was located near Mt. Wudang.

A lot of conduits and tubes were also seen.

Most of them were built by disciples from non-partisan factions.

After simply filling our stomachs with noodles from a serial stall, we climbed Wudang Mountain.

I came here to meet the Merchant of Heaven and Earth a few years ago, so I feel somehow familiar.

Without looking left or right, he headed straight for Cheonjubong.

In every valley where the wind stopped, large and small palaces were lined up.

All of them are the dwelling place and training place for Taoists belonging to the shaman sect.

It almost looks like a village, so you can see how strong the shamans are.

It must have been about an hour (two hours) since I entered Cheonjubong Peak.

A huge mountain gate announcing the entrance to the shaman faction headquarters appeared.

As we got closer to the mountain gate, two Taoists appeared and blocked the way.

Hyeoncheong, the guru of Hyeonjabae, asked.

“What are you trying to climb the mountain for, little brother?”

Yeonjeokha replied politely.

“I brought a letter from the old man, Namgung Byeok, the Sword King, to Jang Moon-in.”

When the name of the sword king came out, Hyuncheong looked at the young man with new eyes.

Fragile gray hair and a sore face.

At first glance, he was a sick man, but since he was chosen by the Sword King, he must have had an unusual history.

“What is your little brother’s name?”

“Yeondubi.”

Unknowingly, I was sorry for the name that had been on my lips for the past 15 days or so.

But it’s already spilled water.

If he overturned here by saying ‘Yeonjeokha’, there would only be a fuss to confirm the authenticity.

It didn’t matter because his purpose was to learn the technique.

‘Only the masters of the field and the merchants of heaven and earth need to know.’

Maybe that’s more comfortable living in a non-partisan sect.

It would only be uncomfortable to attract the attention of masters under the name of ‘Yeonjeokha’.

“Dowon, you will be alone for a while. I will guide Yeonsohyeop to Jangmunin and come back.”

“Yes, Master. By the way…”

A young guru called Dowon stared at Yeonjeokha’s waist.

That’s why I had to leave my sword in the sea.

Hyeoncheong, the teacher, did not say Katabuta, but only watched how the young man named Yeondubi did.

Since he called himself ‘Yeon Doo-bi’, he did not hesitate to unleash his sword.

“Here you go.”

“I will take good care of it.”

Doyeon laughed and took the young man’s sword and hung it on one side of her sword.

The young man’s sword was common, so there seemed to be nothing to be wary of.

After leaving the sword, Hyeoncheong quickly walked ahead.

I followed the prefectural office without saying a word.

***

Shangcheng Palace.

Merchant Yeonggyeol, a long-time non-partisan leader, met a young man named Yeon Doo-bi in his office.

“I heard that the younger brother brought a letter from the Sword King, is it true?”

“Yes here.”

Yeonjeokhe took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to the merchant Yonggyeol.

As soon as Merchant Yingxia received the letter, he took it out and read it without delay.

It was because he thought it was such a secret job that he entrusted the work to a man he had never heard of.

The young woman who quickly checked the contents tilted her head.

The sword king said, ‘Yeon Jeok-ha is going to the shaman’s club to learn how to do magic, so please take good care of him’.

“The person who will learn the technique is said to be a practitioner, but why did So So-je bring a letter?”

The Yeonggyeol Merchant took a close look at the young man named Yeondubi.

However, his face was swollen with fever and scabs, so it was difficult to recognize his real face.

With gray hair that would break if you

touched it… No matter how much you look at it, it’s a far cry from the green forest.

“What happened to Gongja Yeon?”

The Yeonggyeol merchant looked at Yeondubi with surprised eyes.

This is because he is a very precious guest not only to the Namgung family, who is in a relationship, but also to the shaman faction.

“I, a long-time writer, have been dating.”

“omg! Confucius by the small emperor? No way?”

The merchant Yeonggyeol denied what Yeondubi said.

I told him to do it with my mouth, but I couldn’t believe it at all.

He briefly confessed what happened in Heochang, where he had no choice.

“…At that time, I was poisoned by the dictatorship of Nakwol by Dangunmang, the three treasures of Jeolmyeong. I took the medicine, but it wasn’t completely healed, so I said something like fire came up on my face.”

“Huh! something like that.”

Only then did Merchant Yeonggyeol take a hard look at Yeonjeokha’s face.

When I heard that firearms came up over my head and it happened, I understood.

“It must be a really great poison to think that even if a master like a veteran took the drug, it was that much.”

“They say it is on the verge of heart poisoning.”

“Deep Reading!”

The Spirit Merchant unknowingly screamed.

In Moorim, the most fearsome poison among poisons is called intangible poison.

However, even intangible poison is nothing more than a firefly in front of the sun in front of the heart poison.

Mind reading is a legendary mind sword in terms of swordsmanship.

It was literally the last stage of the soloist with nowhere else to go.

‘Who is Dan Yun-mang that has risen to such a level!?’

I can’t believe it when I see the terrible appearance of Yeon Jeok-ha, who is a one-time virtuoso.

“So, what happened to Tang Yun-mang?”

“I was sent to the Namyeon guesthouse to make a cancellation. They say there is no danger to their lives, but we can’t live like this.”

“ah! Did he go obediently?”

“Maybe it’s because I had nowhere to go, so I’m rather grateful.”

“Were you not a disciple of the Tang family?”

“They say he ran away because he didn’t get along well with the family and the family.”

“Oops.”

“Oh. He said that there is a pharmacist with excellent skills in the non-partisan faction. They said to ask for his help.”

“omg! Are you saying there is such a person in our non-partisan faction? Do you know what his name is?”

“It is said that Baek Il-un, who was called the Yak-sajyeorae.”

“Bakshi Nyorai 100 days luck?”

The young merchant, tilting his head, shouted out the door.

“Is anyone out there?”

A thick voice sounded as if he had been waiting for it.

“yes. Jangmunin. It is the present month.”

“There is something I need to find out, so go to the Medicine Hall and bring Cheonil Dojang.”

“yes.”

As the sound of footsteps faded away, Merchant Lingxian said to Lian Zehe.

“If you are in charge of Yakjedang, you will know about Baek Il-woon. But how did you end up using the name Yeondubi?”

“When I asked them to register, they all thought they were impersonating each other. Then they asked me what my real name was, so I said Yeondubi. After that, I just went to Yeondubi. Earlier, when I asked for my name in prose, the name Yeondubi popped out without my knowledge.”

“haha! I guess To be honest, I didn’t believe it at first either. The face of Yeon Gong Gong is so different. What do you plan to do in the future?”

“Forward?”

“I mean, what name will you live with while you learn magic from the shaman faction? Wouldn’t it be better to remove the remaining poison? With that face now, I think I need an explanation everywhere I go.”

“It’s just called Yeondubi.”

It was annoying to go around explaining the circumstances of his rivalry.

Merchant Yingjie also agreed with the decision of the younger brother.

“Good idea. For the time being, let’s keep it a secret that the senior is addicted. If rumors like that circulate in Gangho, I won’t stay still at famous schools.”

If it was a famous school, he might send a trick to his rival.

It was necessary to prevent the shaman faction from getting caught up in a riot caused by a serial enemy.

“If so, from now on, I will call the practitioner of Bindo-do Yeondubi Sohyeop.”

“yes.”

Yeonjeok-ha nodded his head willingly.

To be honest, it wasn’t good enough to go around asking for a relationship with a face like this.

“As you may have seen on the way, there are Taoists of various denominations living in the Mudang Sect. They are divided into three main factions. Martial arts, esoteric training, that is.”

I listened carefully because it was the knowledge necessary to live in a non-partisan family.

At the end of the merchant’s brief explanation, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Soon after, the thick voice of the Hyeonwol Dosa was heard.

“I brought the Cheonildojang of the long-established Yakdang.”

“Good job. Please come inside.”

After a while, an old priest entered the office, smelling of herbs.

The Cheonil Dojang raised an example of air defense toward the Yeonggyeol merchant.

“You said you found the frequency?”

“Hehe, let me introduce myself first. This is Yeon Doo-bi, a guest who came to learn magic on the recommendation of the Sword King. Yeonsohyeop is the head of Cheonil Dojang, the head of Yakdang. When it comes to pharmaceuticals and refinement techniques, the Thousand Days dojo will be faster than the frequency.”

Cheonildojang and Yeonjeokha greeted each other at the same time.

“Call it a thousand days.”

“It’s Yeondubi.”

After greeting, Cheonil Dojo turned his gaze to the Young Gyeol merchant.

He didn’t know why he, the head of the pharmaceutical party, had been called to this place.

“Do you know about Baek Il-woon, who was called Cheonildojang or Yaksa Nyorai?”

‘Ah!’ An exclamation flowed out.

“Yes, I know that he entered the mountain about 20 years ago. After a brief stay at the Yakdang, he went out to practice the Golden Man in earnest.”

“Oh my! Are you still at Wudang Mountain?”

“Until then, I don’t even know how often. As you know, most of the people who make the golden altar live separately in Namam Palace.”

Namamgung refers to rock caves pierced through a sheer cliff. It is famous that there is no way to know life or death unless you come out on your own because the mountain is so steep.

Yeonjeokha, who had been listening, interjected.

“You didn’t descend, did you?”

“Seeing that Yakjedang has no records, he must be somewhere in Namam Palace.