Episode 1480 The plan sounded good. (5)
Open breech in the center of the opening.
Those who see this place with their own eyes are surprised at three things.
The first is that the group is so large and tall that it does not fit into a group of beggars called ‘openness’. The second is that the pavilion is so worn out that it looks as if it will collapse at any moment.
The tall and huge pavilion was indeed magnificent, but missing tiles here and there and rotten wood and a thick layer of dust put its scale to shame.
And finally, when you see the dirty beggars running around inside the headquarters, you will be surprised and completely realize that this is an open headquarters.
This is why people who saw this place were surprised at first, then nodded and finally clicked their tongues.
Inside the small office on the top floor of the headquarters, inside the pavilion where many people come and go.
An old man sitting heavily had his face distorted.
“Who said it was moving?”
Just looking at the clean office and the old man’s prayers, it was an unusual atmosphere for a beggar to use.
Even though he was dressed in rags like any other beggar, he had a great appearance and a strong voice and a strong prayer, so no one would look down on him.
“This is Cheongmyeong of the Hwasan Sword Association. It appears that the five swords of the volcano also moved together.”
“…At a time like this?”
“This is a report that just arrived from Luoyang.”
“Luoyang…”
The old man let out a faint sigh. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled, but his gaze was sharp. A blue light flashed.
‘Why are they in this situation now?’
As soon as the old man finished thinking, he quickly opened his mouth.
“Aren’t you here to get the supplies needed to build Cheonwoomaeng’s headquarters?”
This would be unimaginable to an ordinary warrior, but the antics of the volcanic bastards were so famous that this possibility could not be ruled out.
“I don’t think that’s the case. “It is said that as soon as it appeared in Luoyang, it immediately moved west.”
“It’s west west… so it must be Hanam.”
Many things came to the old man’s mind at the same time.
“Shaolin? Not Shaolin. There is nothing you can do in Shaolin while the director is away. Then a shaman? No, not a shaman. The shaman is in mourning and they say they are going… No, no. “If you are Cheongmyeong of the Hwasan Sword Association, you are the kind of person who would tear down the gate of the sect that is visiting you and then enter.”
The old man muttered softly and quickly and gave instructions at once.
“Reinforce the number of people around the shaman. “We have to make sure they have contact with a shaman!”
“yes!”
The answer came back quickly. But the old man’s face hardened again.
“What are you trying to do by contacting a shaman? No no. It’s not just shamans. You can also pass by Henan and go to Beijing. Then coffin? That might be possible. Clearly, the Sapae-ryeon is not just a problem for Mu-in…”
If Guan suddenly intervenes in this situation and joins hands with Chen Yu-meng, a cataclysm will occur in the Gangho. Of course, the possibility is slim, but we cannot completely ignore the possibility that exists.
“Deploy personnel around Beijing as well. We need to check if they are heading to the imperial palace. No, it’s not the imperial palace. “If they have moved in advance, they will first contact a high-ranking official in Beijing, not the imperial palace. Issue an alert for all of Beijing!”
“yes!”
The old man quickly pressed his eyebrows and massaged his cheeks a few times. It was a habit I saw every time I got lost in thought.
‘That’s not all. If you cross Henan and head to Zhejiang, you may want to make contact with Botaam, or perhaps you plan to head north and make contact with the Moyong family. Panga? Panga….’
“Wait a minute!”
“yes!”
“Tell them to keep a clear watch around the area!”
“You mean Panga? But the Paeng family….”
“The Paeng family also changed its head not long ago. “There is no guarantee that he will not conspire with the forces of the former head of the family.”
“I will fulfill it.”
The old beggar nodded briefly.
However, even though I was instructed to prepare for every situation that came to mind, I did not feel at ease. The old man’s face was full of worry.
‘It looks like a bunch of variables.’
Information in itself has no meaning. It only becomes meaningful when you can predict your next action based on information.
And prediction requires a lot of things. Inclinations, actions, goals, habits, relationships… and even the true desires that darkly permeate within them.
But you can’t always predict that volcano’s next move. No, to be precise, I don’t know what Cheongmyeong of the Hwasan Sword Association will do next.
Because he is a person who can do anything and not do anything.
‘But the problem isn’t that we don’t know what he might do.’
The biggest thing was not knowing what the result would be.
No one in the world can turn the shaman to Cheon Woo-maeng’s side. It is as natural as water falling from above.
However, the problem was that if Cheongmyeong of the Hwasan Sword Association entered the shaman, the water rising upward might actually happen.
Feasibility? Of course that would be unlikely. But aren’t ‘none’ and ‘scarce’ similar but completely different words?
Therefore, the opening has no choice but to do its best to monitor the movements of Cheongmyeong of the Hwasan Sword Association.
“…We haven’t even been able to sort out what we’ve done yet, so what on earth are you going to do in this situation?”
The old man rubbed his lips and gestured.
“There is nothing that can be judged in the current situation. Find out their next move. “We just need to secure where we are now.”
“yes!”
“scram.”
“yes!”
This was when the person who made the report bowed down and tried to quickly leave the office.
“for a moment!”
“yes!”
The person who was about to leave turned around again. The old man asked as if something occurred to him.
“This place?”
“What do you mean?”
“How about the opening? What are the chances that they will come to the opening? What is the possibility that it is already in theaters? Now….”
“I knew that would happen and I already issued a warning. “We distributed their impressions and clothing to those walking around the headquarters, and instructed them to immediately report to the headquarters if any traces were found.”
“That’s a quick decision. good night. But they are not stupid either. If they are looking for a release, they will find a way to avoid getting caught by us.”
“If anything strange happens, we are reporting it.”
“Has anything unusual happened so far?”
“Um, that’s…”
The person who was reporting trailed off for a moment, and the old man’s eyes sparkled.
“What is it?”
“…I’m not sure if this is something that needs to be reported, but I heard that Jongnam’s disciples heard it at the castle gate a little while ago.”
“Jongnam? “Why is that strange?”
“Jongnam suddenly appears at this time…”
The old man frowned.
“Now that the seal has been unlocked, it will be easy to move. “They said they were coming to the General Assembly?”
“I haven’t confirmed that yet.”
“What about Jang Mun-in?”
“It looks like they didn’t come together.”
“Then you’re lucky.”
The reporter’s lips twitched slightly. This is because he understands the meaning behind the word ‘fortunate’.
“Anyway, there’s no need to worry. “It will take care of itself.”
“…All right.”
“Be on high alert.”
“yes!”
After finishing the report, the person nodded and went out of the office. The old man left alone chuckled.
“This is a world where Jongnam people must be suspected of being Hwasan people.”
How did Joongwon end up here?
The old man’s eyes turned to the corner of the old desk. There was a small groove there. It is a mark made when something heavy has been left there for a long time.
“…Because it wasn’t filled.”
The moment when something that should be there finds its place. The world will find its original flow again.
That’s what opening up should do.
* * *
Gaebong Street, where beggars and people come and go.
In the center, people dressed in pure white military uniform were walking proudly. The edge of the snow-white military uniform was decorated with blue like the sky. And the cloud pattern engraved on its chest.
What came to the minds of those who saw this outfit were the two letters ‘Jongnam’.
Daejong Nampa. A group of people who misunderstand the world. Among the ten sects, the sect that is said to be within the three fingers along with the Shaolin shamans.
Of course, to be honest, it is difficult to compare it to the Big Star of Shaolin and Shaman. But that in no way diminishes Jongnam’s status.
Daejongnam’s disciples were walking around this place right now.
“Hmm. “I bow to you.”
“The spirit of Jongnam’s disciples is truly unusual. “It looks like a bone was cut into a gap in the gate.”
“It really stands out. “Is it because everyone is tall?”
The beggars kept talking in groups and quickly dispersed. Someone slowly opened his mouth, checking all of their reactions.
“This….”
“….”
“Why does this work? this?”
These were words that more than represented the feelings of those walking in the center of the main street.
“Are all those open-minded people with knothole eyes? Do I look like a Jongnam bastard?”
“Girl… speak softly. “You can block sounds, but you can’t block the shape of the mouth.”
Jo Geol sighed repeatedly with a look of despair on her face.
Isn’t there something wrong with the world that this works? Does this really make sense?
“…How can it be that they don’t recognize us just because we’re wearing Jongnam clothes, wearing a cloud-engraved sword, and having a patch of shabby beard on our faces?”
“I’m disguised so you won’t recognize me.”
“Is adding a beard a disguise? “If I wear a mask, my parents won’t recognize me, right?”
“…If you actually wear a mask, you won’t recognize me, right?”
“uh?”
When I heard it, it was like that again…
Jogeol turned his head and looked at one person.
“…monk. “The wig is crooked.”
“Ah Amitabha….”
“Don’t be Amitabha Buddha. “You’re a Taoist now?”
“Muryangsubul!”
“Yes, it’s a bit better…”
Hyeyeon even wore a wig and continued to break out in a cold sweat. Jo Geol sighed deeply.
“No, look. It’s really not weird? Wouldn’t it be strange for a three-year-old to see it?”
“Walk.”
“yes?”
“To be honest… Even if we walk around with our legs hanging over our faces, those guys don’t suspect us.”
“….”
“I can’t doubt it, actually. Isn’t that right?”
Everyone’s eyes naturally focused forward at Yoonjong’s words.
A person who walks half a step ahead. This person is dressed in the perfect Jongnam attire and proudly wears Jongnam’s sword at his waist. A tall figure, a devoted face, and even slightly arrogant looking corners of the mouth.
The sound of rustling here and there could be clearly heard even at this moment.
“That person is Jingeumryong, right?”
“It’s as amazing as I heard. “I heard you have a slightly arrogant personality, but that’s totally deserved.”
“From what I heard, it seems like you will soon become the next Jangmun-in?”
“I guess that’s why you came to the headquarters. “It looks like he’s going to have a confrontation with the Commander-in-Chief.”
“Hmm. “The prayers are amazing.”
Hearing all those words, the man standing in front slowly raised his head. To others, it would only appear as Jongnam’s young lion with his chin raised vaguely.
‘…a long writer.’
However, disguised as Jingeumryong… No, to be honest, Baekcheon just roughly changed his hair and put on Jongnam’s clothes. Baekcheon’s eyes were blurry with tears.
‘I want to die.’
Tears like a volcano flowed sparkling from Jongnam Jin Geum-ryong’s eyes.
