Episode 12: Jangju (3)
The lights of the manor visible from the bottom of the hill.
There were two figures looking at this in the dark with indifferent eyes.
Among them one of the tall ones asked the person next to him.
“Is this the right place?”
“okay.”
In response the tall Inyoung took out something the size of a finger from her bosom.
It looked like a seal or something.
“You said that the owner of this was released from murder. What was the reason?”
In response to that question Inyoung who was making a sword sign with one hand next to her raised the corner of her mouth and said.
“Gojo (蠱雕).”
“What is that?”
“This is Imaemangyang of Nokosan Mountain.”
“Imaemangryang?”
“I heard a story that there is a monk who treats the monster Gojo as a food spirit in a dream not far from here. “I think he’s over there.”
At those words a strange look appeared in the eyes of the tall figure.
“I see. “There was intervention by the radiation agency.”
“I got the answer what should I do?”
“I have to bring it with me.”
With those words the tall figure raised his hand upward.
At that moment numerous people were heard from behind.
* * *
“We will determine through a test who is qualified to succeed this chapter.”
‘!!!!!’
The atmosphere in the room changed dramatically at Jangju’s declaration.
The youngest Mok Yu-cheon couldn’t hide her joy as she twitched her lips at Jangju’s words.
If it were a test he had an advantage over anyone else.
‘iced coffee! ‘My father is giving me a chance.’
What is the test in martial arts?
Of course it was to make Mujae stand out.
Grand Duke Mo Yong-ho was of second-rate skill his second son Mo Eun-pyeong was first-rate and his third son Mo Gyeong-un was only third-rate.
No one could beat him.
Whether it was fighting or anything else he had the advantage.
-closely!
Eunpyeong the second child bit his lower lip.
He too had similar thoughts to Mo Yu-cheon.
No matter who heard Jangju’s declaration it was clear that it was for the youngest child Mok Yu-cheon who was the most talented in martial arts.
In martial arts who can beat that monster who has reached his peak at the age of only 16?
‘How can you do this?’
If we were going to do it this way it would have been better to appoint Mok Yu-cheon.
Mok Eun-pyeong who thought all of this was unfair would not have been able to say it normally but he finally mustered up the courage to open his mouth.
“I have something to tell your father.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you say it’s a test what exactly do you mean?”
At that question Jangju Mok-in-dan looked at his second son Mok-eun-pyeong.
Mok Eun-pyeong who had barely gathered courage from his father’s intimidating gaze slightly lowered his head and avoided his gaze.
Then Mokindan snorted softly.
Even though he expresses his opinions he can’t even make eye contact with his father.
He was absolutely pathetic.
Having survived one death he had decided to give everyone a fair chance in the process of selecting a leader.
That’s why he said.
“If you were to compete against martial arts by simply fighting none of you would be able to defeat the youngest.”
“…”
At those words Mok Eun-pyeong’s expression crumpled for an instant.
His pride was hurt.
However since it was in front of his father he quickly managed his facial expressions.
Dan-eun the chief priest paid no heed to this and continued his words.
“So I will select those who are qualified to be the chieftain.”
‘qualifications?’
At those words the expressions of the brothers in the pastoral family became puzzled.
Mo Yu-cheon also thought that since it was a matter of selecting a successor to the military family everything would naturally be resolved through martial arts but when that qualification was mentioned his eyes became anxious.
If that qualification did not mean that he was untalented then on the contrary he was the one who was at the greatest disadvantage.
‘ah!’
Maybe that’s why Mok Eun-pyeong’s expression brightened this time.
Just a little while ago it was thought that the Jangju’s intention was decided on the youngest Mok Yu-cheon but if we were to discuss qualifications it was difficult for Mo Yu-cheon the son of a concubine to be recognized by the retainers.
‘Then it will be my fight with this guy.’
Mok Eunpyeong glanced at Grand Duke Mok Yongho next to him.
He’s such a guy that I don’t know what the hell he’s thinking.
The Great Lady was trying to make him the successor but she was so wrong that she only disappointed the Lord.
‘There is a possibility.’
Mok Eun-pyeong couldn’t help but be disappointed when he heard that Jangju had woken up.
But he was filled with a glimmer of hope.
If he did well he might be able to receive his father’s recognition and become an official lord.
At that time Mo Yu-cheon cautiously opened his mouth.
“Father. “May I ask what it means to be qualified?”
“Jangju is the position of leader who leads this group called Yeonmokgeomjang. He will test whether he is worthy of it.”
‘A person worthy of the position of chieftain?’
It was even more difficult for him to guess how the test would be conducted.
Jangju Mokindan continued speaking as he glanced at these children.
“Even though you have different mothers you are all my children. Therefore everyone will be given a fair opportunity to select a successor. So now go back and think about what kind of test you will have and prepare accordingly.”
After finishing what he had to say he ordered his children to leave.
Everyone put their hands together bowed their heads and tried to retreat.
“I’m sorry but you son will not be tested.”
Everyone’s eyes turned to the person who spoke.
He was none other than Mok Gyeong-un.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘You’re not going to take the test?’
Mok Eunpyeong and Mok Yucheon looked at each other with eyes that seemed incomprehensible.
Are you saying that you will turn down the opportunity to become an official successor?
While I was wondering Jangju Mokindan asked a question.
“You don’t want to be tested?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you saying you won’t accept it?”
“The younger son has many shortcomings including the older brothers next to him and the youngest brother. Therefore I don’t think he is qualified to be a successor. So I will not be tested.”
Mok Eun-pyeong sighed softly at these words.
I don’t know what the intention was but there was no harm in falling in on my own.
This means that competition becomes easier.
‘Was it really true?’
Mo Yu-cheon found it surprising.
Unlike when Jangju’s life or death was unknown the fact that he was turning down the opportunity to become his official successor meant that what he had said to himself was true.
He didn’t know that he really didn’t want Zhuangzi’s position.
What on earth are you thinking?
‘Good.’
Mok Gyeong-un was rather pleased with this situation.
If he officially withdraws from the succession battle they will no longer bother him.
Anyway his goal was martial arts.
Once you have a certain level of foundation you will leave Yeonmok Geomjang.
There was no reason to be tied down.
however
“Why do you think you are inadequate?”
Jangju’s questions continued.
Mok Gyeong-un was puzzled by this question.
He clearly said that as far as he knew Zhuang Zhou felt sorry for the Grand Duchess Mo Yong-ho and the dead Mo Gyeong-un.
In that case he had nothing to regret about missing the succession test.
‘You’re being annoying.’
If you just say you understand it will be over.
However there was no benefit in offending the owner here.
If you do that you have no choice but to give an appropriate justification.
“There is a saying that when it comes to succession the eldest son should come first and if that is not the case I know that it is right to appoint someone with outstanding ability and merit.”
“…”
“Moreover Soja’s maternal family is not what it used to be and cannot provide strength to the Yeonmok Swordmaster so he is even less qualified to succeed.”
I explained why it wasn’t flowing like water.
At this Mok Eunpyeong nodded his head.
‘You know my damn fractions.’
I was satisfied.
At this level it was natural that Jangju would no longer be upset about Mokgyeongun not taking the succession test.
‘huh?’
But something is strange.
The expression on Zhuang Ju’s face when he looks at Mo Qingyun is not that bad.
Rather it was closer to a look in his eyes as if he was seeing it again.
‘what?’
And that guess was correct.
What Mok Kyung-un said was disparaging so it could not be said to be outstanding.
However as Jangju the way Mok Gyeong-un clearly understood himself and expressed his opinions directly was very different from before.
That weakness and pathetic appearance was not visible.
What on earth happened while he was in the hospital bed with his eyes closed for so long?
‘It’s changed.’
What changed this guy like this?
Or was he changing over the years when he wasn’t paying attention?
Jangju became curious about Mok Gyeong-un.
-Sleep!
Suddenly Jangju pulled back the shirt he was wearing.
Then Jangju’s upper body with many scars here and there appeared.
Among them the one that caught everyone’s attention was
‘….ah.’
Although it was bandaged the severed arm was clearly visible.
Everyone knew that he had been in an accident a few days ago due to some strange man.
But I didn’t know that it was a severed arm.
Jangju Mokindan was a swordsman.
It was very unfortunate that a swordsman using the right hand lost an arm because it was tantamount to losing his prime.
However he actually opened his mouth as if he did not care about this at all.
“You said it with your own mouth.”
“yes?”
“It means appointing as your successor the eldest son or someone who is outstandingly capable and has made meritorious contributions.”
“…..yes. “Hana Soja is nowhere.”
“I heard that you stopped and killed the man who cut off this father’s arm.”
‘what?’
At those words everyone looked at Mo Qingyun.
I heard that Mok Gyeong-un who visited the parish was injured and was in the pharmacy for a while but I had no idea that something like that had happened.
Of course this fact was dramatized by Mok Gyeong-un.
‘ah…’
Mo Qingyun did not expect that the appropriately adapted story would lead to such troublesome results.
Jangju said showing his severed arm.
“As you said someone who has made a contribution is also fully qualified to succeed. So I don’t think that is a justification for refusing the test.”
“…”
Mo Kyung-un’s face became expressionless as he heard these words.
He said he wouldn’t bother taking the test but trying to drag him in like this was getting quite annoying.
Mok Gyeong-un decided that it would be better to just say that he would not take the test.
But something caught Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes.
‘!?’
It was a scar visible on Jangju’s side.
The healed but clearly remaining wound seemed to have been caused by something like a sharp sword and the moment Mo Kyung-un saw it his eyes narrowed.
‘The wound…’
It looks very similar.
He was the sign and horse he was looking for.
Perhaps because of this the succession and other things did not enter Mok Gyeong-un’s mind.
How did Jangju have that scar? That’s the only thing…
-Shudder!
At that moment Mo Kyung-yun frowned and slightly turned his head.
Jangju asked with a puzzled expression.
“Why are you doing this? what…”
It was before I even finished speaking.
Jangju Mokindan also stood up with a sharp look in his eyes.
“Father?”
The other brothers in the pastoral family were puzzled.
As soon as that happened noises suddenly erupted from all over the place outside.
-It’s an enemy attack! The enemy has invaded!
-Jangju! Let the owner know!
‘!!!!!!’
Sudden emergency situation.
Everyone could not hide their embarrassment.
Meanwhile the youngest child Mo Yu-cheon who sensed the presence almost at the same time as the noise of the commotion looked at Mo Gyeong-un with startled eyes.
‘What is this guy?’
A third-rate guy noticed this before his father or himself.
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