Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 87

Episode 87. Which one would you choose?

release.

Bonghwangnu (Giru).

Jang Mun-ho, the owner of a linen shop, tilted his bottle into Choo Yeop-jin’s glass.

“Oh drink. drink and die What is life?”

As if he was slightly drunk, the liquor overflowed from Chu Yeop-jin’s glass.

Moonho Jang, who was watching that scene, finally said ‘Ah fuck’ and curses flowed out of his mouth.

It has been five years since I lived under the same roof with Lim Ji-ryeong.

If you spend that long time together, there will be a degree that you didn’t have.

Not to mention, Lim Ji-ryeong didn’t look as flat as the women on the street. They had two children, but she was more beautiful and radiant than his wife.

So, he pressed his wife and expressed his intention of ‘I want to live together’ several times.

At first, he flatly refused, but for a while now, every time our eyes met, he smiled brightly. Now that the kids have grown up, it seems that they’ve become a little more reserved.

however.

By the way.

If they push a little further, the man will return when the union is possible.

It feels like spilling the delicious fruit you were holding in your hand.

It feels like my blood is drying up with a regretful, resentful, and anxious feeling that I have never felt in the last few decades.

Choo Yeop-jin, with sharp eyes, smiled and lifted the glass.

“Brother, what are you doing?”

“There is no such thing. Do you have to work to drink? shit.”

Contrary to the words, a heavy sigh escaped Jang Moon-ho’s mouth.

Then Choo Yeop-jin asked in a calm tone.

“why? Who has hurt your brother like that? Please tell this brother.”

“ha!”

Jang Moon-ho looked at Choo Yeop-jin with bloodshot eyes.

Choo Yeop-jin is an escort warrior in the upper reaches of the Dead Sea, and is a cruel person with hands-on skills. To the extent that even the readers of the unboxing who say I’m long are reluctant to make eye contact with him.

After getting to know each other with the introduction of the ark, he called them from time to time to offer drinks and women. Every time we had a drink, a lot of money was broken, but it was not a waste of money spent on him.

Why?

There were no customers who came to the store to tell the truth, and the overdue account payments were easily collected. It was just that it was done with Chu Yeop-jin and Ho Hyeong-ho.

If it was Chu Yeop-jin, wouldn’t there be some way?

Just thinking about it made a corner of my heart itch.

“The truth is…”

***

The next morning, as soon as Choo Yeop-jin woke up, he went to Sang Jae-yong in the ark above the Dead Sea.

“What’s going on?”

“I mean Jang Moon-ho, a draper merchant. He asked me an interesting favor last night.”

“Tell me.”

“There is a woman taking care of him. The woman’s husband killed a man twelve years ago and ran away at night. Recently, I tried to accept her as my concubine, but the man who ran away after abandoning his wife and children returned.”

“Hehehe.”

Sang Jae-yong, who laughed and shook his shoulders at the amazing story, asked.

“So, get rid of that husband?”

“yes.”

The corner of Choo Yeop-jin’s mouth went up slightly.

Jang Moon-ho asked for help so he could live with a woman, but it was actually the same thing.

“I was thinking about how to bring the cloth, but are you saying you’re going to knit it with your own hands?”

“But there are some minor problems.”

“What?”

“The returned husband is one of the two men the ark hired some time ago.”

“You mean the ronin sent to Yonghuiru?”

“yes. Poongyeoncho is that person.”

“hmm! It’s a windmill. If it were you, which would you choose between the Poongyeoncho and the linen shop?”

“Of course, it is a clothing store. There are many ronin to protect Giru, but there is only one clothing store.”

“Is there any good way?”

“Whoops. Isn’t that what I do best? I will kill the wind yeoncho and reveal that Jang Moon-ho instigated it. Then the linen shop will belong to the ark.”

“Hmm, what a scary word. I don’t know. Do as you please.”

Sang Jae-yong slipped away.

Chu Yeop-jin nodded as if it were natural.

“I will take care of it myself. Lord, please lend me only 500 silver coins.”

Sang Jae-yong said, placing the wooden box containing the hermit on the table.

“I’m saying this out of nostalgia, but I have nothing to do with this. If anyone asks about this money, they will tell you it was stolen. Do you know what I mean?”

“yes.”

Choo Yeop-jin smiled and grabbed the wooden box.

No matter how daring a merchant pretends to be, at a decisive moment, he saves himself like that. Thanks to that, I am grateful that swordsmen like myself can eat and live comfortably.

***

Unboxing.

Cheonhyang Spot.

Choo Yeop-jin entered Cheonhyang Banjeom with a wooden box.

It was still early for lunch, so there were no customers in the restaurant.

He entered the innermost room and sat down comfortably.

After a while, Jeom So-yi, who looked like a rat, came with a water bottle and said softly.

“Hehe Chu Daehyeop The food in this room is eaten by two people and one of them may die. Do you know?”

“this guy. It’s not the first time you’ve done business with me, so why are you excited? Go ahead and tell the three Gongja to come.”

“Are you sure you said you were the Three Confucius?”

“okay. Are your ear canals blocked?”

“Yes yes.”

The cringing Jeom Soi withdrew.

Moments later, a man in his thirties entered the room.

He glanced at Choo Yeop-jin with cloudy eyes and sat down across from him.

“The murderer Choo Yeop-jin. As you may know, at Cheonhyang Banjeom’s Jukbang, they don’t take orders for dishes.”

“Three Confucius. I am not interested in human flesh either.”

In an instant, a light flashed in Sim Yeong-chun’s eyes.

“You’d better watch out for that mouth.”

Cheonhyang spots are sunspots that provide human flesh to a few very special guests. But they didn’t stop at the sunspot, they also received a contract to kill.

I did that in the Jukbang, one of the four noble characters of Maenangukjuk in Cheonhyang Banjeom. The person in charge of the jukbang was Shim Yeong-chun, the third consort of Cheonhyang Banjeom.

When Shim Young-chun let out his life, Choo Yeop-jin was startled and stiff.

Shim Young-choon’s nickname is Ghost Sword.

It is nicknamed because it is said to take away life like a ghost.

“Hehe. I’m scared though. Who do you want? Can someone cook for me?”

Unless specifically requested, the killers of Jukbang handed over their victims to Cheonhyang Banjeom. Then there was not even a trace of the dead left, killing two birds with one stone.

“Pungyeoncho, who is in charge of guarding Yonghuiru. You have to be careful because you are traveling with a man named Takgomyeong.”

“joy! Yonghuiru belongs to you from the top of the Dead Sea. Are you asking me to kill the samurai from the top of the Dead Sea?”

“Isn’t it just a matter of killing Jukbang and getting money?”

“good. Where are you from?”

“They both learned martial arts from Waryongjang’s disciple.”

“Are you talking about that Waryongjang in Luoyang?”

“exactly.”

Shim Youngchun, who half-opened his eyes and thought about something, said.

“Seven hundred hermits.”

“Do I look like an idiot in the eyes of the Three Confucius? Seven hundred nyang to kill a mere third-rate nangin?”

“Not one, but two. The two of them stick together, so how can you tell me to kill only one?”

“Tsk, let’s go for six hundred nyang.”

Choo Yeop-jin conceded because there was some truth in the three Gongja’s words.

However, Shim Young-chun did not back down.

“Seven hundred nyang. If money is a waste, use your own hands. We can clean up the body.”

A sigh escaped from Chu Yeop-jin’s mouth as he glared at the three Gongja.

It was annoying, but it was a deal that had no choice but to give as the other party called from the beginning.

“Okay.”

“After paying four hundred nyang in advance, three hundred nyang.”

Choo Yeop-jin took out four hundred nyang from the wooden box and pushed it in front of the three Gongja.

“When are you going to start?”

“They will not live more than seven days.”

“Okay. The rest of the money will be given to you when the work is done.”

“Murder. If you hide or deceive even the slightest bit, you and the upper reaches of the Dead Sea will not be safe.”

“Hey, there’s nothing like that.”

“….”

Sim Yeong-choon stared at Choo Yeop-jin and then left without a word.

Choo Yeop-jin, left alone, murmured.

“Damn it. There are only two nangins, so I don’t know if they spend too much money.”

***

Ha Nam.

Lee Cheon-hyeon.

Two men are walking on the road leading to Luoyang.

Yeon Jeok-ha and self-proclaimed Gu Cheon-no, who left Mt.

“Gongja-sama, what kind of swordsman did you say?”

“Cheondungeombeop.”

“Oh it was. It’s so unfamiliar that it doesn’t stick to my mouth. Didn’t you say that the swordsman Lu Dongbin’s swordsmanship belonged to the non-partisan faction, volcano faction, and progressive faction?”

“uh.”

Yeon Jeok-ha gave a rough answer with a soulless face.

Ever since Wudang Mountain, Shen Tong had been asking the same question.

Why don’t you learn the swordsman’s martial arts in the Taoist school?

Are the sword techniques handed down to the three schools exactly the same?

Maybe it’s slightly different?

Even if the form is different, if it contains the structure, is that a cheondun sword? Etc….

Is it different? A similar question of heartache followed.

“Why are you only teaching the Taegeuk sword, the Maehwa sword, and the Mugeuk sword?”

“Tell me how many times. you can’t learn It is a martial art that cannot be mastered by the human body.”

“I heard Confucius mastered it after hearing it once?”

“What I learned may be different from what they know. After all, I’m the only one who heard the sword. tell me how many times i’m stupid So don’t compare me to them.”

Unable to bear it, Yeon Jeok-ha even self-tortured, and the heartache quickly changed the topic.

“Hey, autumn is already coming to an end. It might get cold when we get to Luoyang.”

“Old Sim must be colder. I have no age.”

“Hehe. Unfortunately, I don’t know the cold because I can’t stand the cold.”

“But you have to wear thick clothes in winter. That’s the mood of winter.”

“Ah yes.”

It’s when two people walk away exchanging silly jokes.

A wagon approached at high speed from behind.

If you see a person in front of you, you should slow down, but the carriage did not.

Yeonjeokha and Simtong hurriedly moved out of the way.

Hard.

The carriage brushed past the two, raising dust.

“Fuck! No, what are all those things? Are you okay, Gongja?”

“Ehh! It’s really bad. I ate it. Get hit by lightning!”

A curse came out of the young enemy’s mouth.

The two trudged along only after the thick dust had settled.

Both of them have lost their will, perhaps because they saw the chariot speeding like the wind.

Did you walk like that (about 30 minutes)?

Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong, who found a shabby spot, looked at each other at the same time.

“Sir Confucius, shall we eat something?”

“It’s okay. I can’t walk because I’m running fast.”

As they approached the spot, the impressions of the two crumpled.

It was because there was a wagon that had passed by like crazy and was standing in a dark place next to the spot.

A heartache gnashed his teeth.

In the old days, it would have been enough to run into a spot and kill the coachman and owner.

The younger enemy also glared at the carriage with ferocious eyes.

“Old Sim.”

“yes?”

“From now on, let’s go by carriage too.”

“…yes.”

Simtong, who had been replying with a languid face, giggled.

In this situation, I didn’t know that Yeon Jeok-ha would say, ‘Let’s go by carriage too’.