Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 899

899 times. It’s true that you’re selfish.

When you look at your mood in a relaxed state, you tend to make mistakes.

Mo Yong-moon, the musketeer of the Southern Alliance, was like that.

While congratulating the musketeers for their hard work, I ended up saying what I had in my heart.

It means reducing the damage of the Southern Alliance and increasing the damage of the Hocheon Alliance.

Everyone in the Musketeers had the same idea, so there was no problem internally.

However, his remark greatly offended the planting of Yeonjeokha, who had been watching with uncomfortable eyes from earlier.

“What did you just say!”

Yeonjeokha glared at Moyongmun.

Even if it wasn’t so, I didn’t like the atmosphere of a banquet house.

But what?

He praised you for increasing the damage of Hocheonblind, so you’re telling me to do that in the future?

Meanwhile, Mo Yongwen’s face flushed red.

Originally, the families of the five generations have treated each other like brothers and sisters, just like the chilpa families do.

In private, Mo Yong-mun calls Sword King Namgung Byeok his brother, so it can be said that he is younger than Yeon Jeok-ha’s uncle.

However, Yeonjeokha called him ‘you’ in front of the Murim family.

Since Yeonjeokha was the son-in-law of the Namgung family, it was an act of contempt for the elder according to his point of view.

Mao Yongwen was ashamed, but did not show it.

“I was appreciating the hard work of the Musketeers for a while… Is there something wrong?”

Still, he thought he had lost his face in front of others, so unlike usual, he confronted him with a hao body.

The thought that Yeon Jeok-ha would not be able to act on his own in front of the masters of the Southern Alliance also played a role.

When Mo Yong-wen let go of his pretense, Yeon Je-ha approached him.

“It’s this uncle. More than 300 Hucheonmeng people died. But what? Did you do a good job in the Musketeers’ Department, so the Hocheonmaeng’s damage increased? do you want to do that in the future? Is that what comes out of the Confederate Musketeer’s mouth? I thought you were green Green forest is traditionally between Hocheonmaeng and die. But you, Mo Yongse, are people? But why are you making the same sound as Nokrim? What else are the musketeers who listen to it and clap their hands and like it? I thought the Nammaeng was a political faction until now, but was it Sapa? Is that so?”

“Sapparani! No matter how much it is in the middle of the day, cover your words. Our Southern Alliance is the pillar that supports the political faction.”

“Then Hocheonmaeng is Sapa? So, you saw that a lot of Hocheonmeng people died and you liked it? that’s right?”

“Grunt! Do not force yourself. Both Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng are the gatherings of scholars who pursue the right path. I don’t know why someone who knows would say that.”

“I don’t know, so I ask. If you know, will I ask? From my point of view, it’s either your musketeer’s sapa or the hocheonmaeng’s sapa. That’s why I like it when Hocheonmeng people die. say it. Are you guys sapa?”

“You! You are really insolent! I am the musketeer of the Southern League! Privately, it can be said that he is as old as your uncle due to the sword king’s agenda. I am not the kind of person who would be okay with hearing that from you, either in public or in private!”

But he didn’t blink a single eye.

“Oh it’s okay. From my point of view, you guys are Sapa. Safa’s rank is determined by strength. Isn’t that right, Old Sim?”

He nodded his head in pain at Yeonjeokha’s question.

“This is a wise statement. In Sapa, the strong man laughs.”

Yeonjeokha raised his chin and said.

“Did you hear? All of you are below me. Are you dissatisfied? Seek the dissatisfied guy. I will teach you why I am your superior.”

Because there were many eyes watching, Mo Yongwen did not break his pride until the end.

“I don’t admit it! Musketeers is not Sapa! Of course, you are not our honorable leader… evil!”

Mo Yongwen covered his face with both hands and stepped back.

Before he knew it, Yeon Jeok-ha appeared in front of him and grabbed Mo Yong-wen by the collar and lifted him up.

“Tell me again who is the boss!”

“Bangjaha… evil! evil! evil!”

Mo Yong-wen’s head twisted left and right.

Yeonjeokha slapped Mo Yongwen’s ear without stopping.

Mo Yongwen’s mouth was torn and his face swollen, but Yeon Jeokha’s hand did not stop.

“Stop that! stop!”

“Look at the way you talk to adults? Do you want to come to your senses if you get hit more?”

It’s time for Yeonjeokha to raise his hand again.

“Stop! What are you doing now!”

The ground shuddered at the thunderous roar of the south palace wall.

Only then did the rivalry secretly let go of Mo Yong-mun’s collar and turn around.

Namgung Byeok looked at Yeonjeokha with tiger-like eyes and shouted repeatedly.

“I asked what you were doing!”

Of course, I’m not asking because I don’t know.

He, like the other members of the Southern League, watched Yeon Jeok-ha from the moment he got up from his seat.

Therefore, it is right to see his question as a rebuke to Yeon Jeok-ha.

Even if he was young, he knew it by looking at his uncle’s eyes.

Anyone who sees the face of Namgung Byeok, the Sword King, will know where his anger is headed.

However, he did not regret his actions.

He was disappointed with the musketeers, the musketeers, and furthermore, the leader of the Southern Alliance, the Sword King.

“This person praised the Musketeers for increasing the damage of Hocheonmaeng. So I was teaching right and wrong. Isn’t that supposed to be?”

“The man you call this man is the Musketeer of the Southern League.”

“If he is the musketeer of the Southern Alliance, he shouldn’t act like that, right? is not it?”

Namgung Byeok had nothing to refute.

That’s why you can’t just watch in front of the masters of the Southern League.

So I said something.

“Your behavior is also far from a political faction. are you a sapphire If you are a Sapa, why do you criticize the musketeers?”

In an instant, Yeonjeokha’s firm eyes shook.

Namgung Byeok’s words were subtle, and he could not find words to refute.

The words ‘If you’re a Sapa, why do you criticize the musketeer?’ pierced his heart like an arrow.

The young enemy’s heart, which had been bubbling in the face of injustice, cooled down.

Yeonjeokha, who was clenching his teeth, spoke clearly.

“No matter how much I am a Safar, I know what is right and what is wrong. Your uncle’s alliance with the South is wrong. And your uncle too.”

Namgung Byeok was taken aback by his cold voice and eyes.

‘Oh no! Did I make a mistake?’

I should have persuaded him, but in a fit of rage, I criticized him, saying, ‘You are equally bad.’

Belatedly, Namgung Byeok tried to make an excuse, but Yeonjeokha did not give him a chance to do so.

“Old Sim.”

“yes!”

Heartache answered with a loud voice and took a step forward.

He raised his chin and looked at the men around him with a mischievous face.

“I think I’ve been fooling around so far. Let’s stop.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he soared up into the skies.

Heartache towards the Sword King and Musketeers, ‘Heung!’ After blowing off his cynicism, I followed him.

The two birds that flew up with the new method of the fish trap soon turned into light and disappeared over the ridge.

Unexpectedly, Namgung Byeok, who did not know that Yeon Jeokha would leave like this, looked up at the empty sky with devastated eyes.

Belatedly, he blamed himself for overlooking Yeonjeokha’s temperament too much.

If it is known that Yeon Jeok-ha broke up with the Nam-myeong, the momentum of the Nam-myeong will be cut in half.

Namgung Byeok looked around.

My heart was heavy when I saw the worried faces of the leaders of the Southern Alliance.

They know that too.

That the pillar of the Southern League is the enemy.

If the relationship with Yeon Jeok-ha goes wrong, Nam-maeng becomes an acorn for dog food.

He said it like it was no big deal.

“Yeon Jeok-ha hasn’t even left yet, so why are there faces like that? If you go back to Namgung’s house and say a few words, you will be relieved, so don’t worry too much.”

It was only then that the Southern League masters’ expressions came to life little by little.

But not everyone is like that.

“My lord. No, we, the Moyong family, will not condone this.”

Namgung Byeok asked Mo Yong-mun’s words.

“What if I don’t condone it?”

“If the Nammaeng does not step forward, I will accuse Namcheon of Namcheon in the name of the Moyong family.”

“If you report it, the circumstances of what you were beaten will be revealed to the world. Are you sure you want that?”

“No, but we can’t go on like this. See how I look. Before being the musketeer of the Southern Alliance, I am the head of the Moyong family. I mean, look at how Yeon Jeok-ha made me like that!”

“It’s bad for you, but what can I do? It’s not just the younger enemy’s fault, so brush it off.”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Didn’t you make a fuss about it, knowing that Yeonjeokha hates people dying? Why don’t you know that there are things to brag about and things to pass on quietly?”

“We are the Confederacy! Why should I be ashamed of what I did for the Southern Alliance!”

“In moderation. If you really think that’s something to brag about, why don’t you brag in front of others!”

When Namgung Byeok shouted, Mo Yongwen shrugged.

But there was an edge in his eyes.

It is said that the arm is bent inward, but it seems to be taking the side of the younger brother.

‘Let’s see. I will always take revenge for this incident.’

Mo Yong-wen lowered her head and saw the droplets of saliva flowing down her gaping mouth, vowing revenge without anyone knowing.

***

Namjikryeseong.

Hefei.

Namgungse is a cheonramsochuk.

“sister. Let’s go to the Seokgyeongjang.”

This is what Yeon Jeok-ha, who returned to the Namgung family before the others, said as soon as he saw Namgung-yeon.

Namgung-yeon’s heart sank when he saw his cold expression.

“Still, we’ve been together for a long time, but I have to go see my father and brother. What happened?”

I told Namgoong-yeon, who was dating, about what had happened in Wuhan.

“…At that time, my uncle said so. You say you act like a sappa too. Then why are you criticizing the musketeer? I realized then. Why do you criticize Jeongpa as hypocrites in Nokrim? I’m sorry to my sister, but I don’t want to see Uncle and Namgung family anymore.”

“Hey Jeokha…”

In that short moment, Nam Gung-yeon could understand why Yeon Jeok-ha was so angry.

As he practiced speech, he unknowingly turned to a life of consistent speech.

To him, ‘meaning’, ‘word’ and ‘action’ were the same.

In his eyes, those who lead the Southern Alliance must have seemed hypocrites.

It’s a pity that even his own father belongs to that category, but in fact, Yeonjeokha is right.

Only you are on the right path.

Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng can cross the boundaries of political parties for their own benefit, but Yeonjeokha does not.

Namgungyeon looked at him with a devastated face and carefully asked Yeonjeokha.

“Am I wrong? Are the Musketeers and the Uncle right? My sister is the wisest in the world, so please tell me who is right. As the musketeer said, if I only believe in martial arts and act as I please, I will reflect on myself.”

“It’s true that you are selfish.”

“Is it like that too?”

Looking at Yeon Jeok-ha, who had a depressed face, Namgung-yeon continued to speak.

“But you are right. Sacrificing the Hocheon Mang for the future of the Southern Alliance is a terribly selfish idea. Don’t listen to those people.”

The face of Yeon Jeok-ha, who was dying, turned to life.

After hearing Namgung-yeon’s words, my heart, which had been shaken like a reed, became firm again like a rock.

“thank god. I even hit the musketeer, but I was worried about what if it was all my fault.”

“How many times did you hit me?”

“Until your face is swollen?”

“It doesn’t go well with the musketeers as well as the Jegal family.”

“are you okay. I just need to get along well with my sister.”

Yeon Jeok-ha gently held Namgung-yeon’s hand.

Come to think of it, in the world, only she is on his side.

Namgung only said ‘I understand’ but never said ‘you are right’.

Namgoongyeon jumped up from her seat.

“Let’s go back to our house right now. I will contact my father and older brother separately.”

‘My house,’ she said forcefully.

Namgung’s family is a place where her childhood memories dwell, and her only home is Seokgyeongjang.