Episode 410 Our reunion.
Mo Yong-baek said while treating a stomachache, showing a small medicine bottle.
“It’s an anesthetic powder. It’s close to poison. Although the current pain can be reduced, please note that you may pass out due to sudden pain after one examination. “I will spray it.”
Master Wei, who was sweating like crazy, just nodded. Even though his hand was blown off, he did not let out a single scream, so the above-mentioned death was not an ordinary poisonous tumor.
The surroundings were quiet while the anesthetic was sprayed and the wound was sutured. Now the person above has bloodshot eyes and his face is covered in sweat.
We watched the ending of the defeated warrior from beginning to end.
Master Wei, who was watching his arm being completely wrapped in cloth, asked Mo Yongbaek.
“How can I reward you?”
Mo Yongbaek answered in a whisper.
“it’s okay.”
“But tell me.”
Mo Yong-baek, who was tying the knot of the cloth, suddenly raised his head and looked at the left monk above.
“From now on, will Zuo Shi’s family not harass those who have not learned martial arts? If you do so, I will consider it a reward.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“Then I will consider it as a reward.”
“Did you say Moyongbaek?”
“yes.”
“Thank you.”
Mo Yongbaek seemed to be worried that he might have offended the leader, so he slightly bowed his head to the leader and then stepped back.
“….”
The leader didn’t say anything and then looked at the priest above.
“The upper left temple.”
“Yes, leader.”
The above monk had a pale complexion, but when the religious leader called him, he got up and approached as if he had no choice. If my leg had been cut off, I would have crawled to get there.
The religious leader looked at the wound area wrapped in cloth and asked the priest above.
“Why did you lose?”
The priest above was looking at the religious leader blankly and was about to say something but closed his mouth.
“hmm.”
Since he is a smart man, he probably knows the reason for the defeat.
Of course, we, as well as the religious leader, know very well where the winner and loser were decided. However, since he had bothered to ask the reason in this situation, the above priest seemed to be speechless.
But the leader is not a man who talks to himself.
The above-mentioned speaker eventually opened his mouth.
“I found out late that the feeling of hitting the area where the tension was applied was strange.”
“however.”
“I thought for a moment that the Sword Demon’s shoulder was shattered or he could not use one of his arms, so I prepared for the battle, but as all these expectations were broken, a quick counterattack came out, leading to defeat.”
It was a rather cool analysis.
The eldest brother’s left arm was close to being invulnerable to a sword, and just finding out about it shows that the above master is not a complete idiot.
Anyway, what on earth is the religious leader thinking about?
I looked at the person above without even a single word of comfort or regret. I was also curious about how the leader treated his subordinates, so I looked at him as if I was being scolded along with him.
The religious leader said.
“It was the last chance. We had a chance to win before that. “You know this and I know this, so why didn’t you take the opportunity?”
The master above frowned and answered, as if pain was suddenly creeping up from his severed arm.
“I really don’t know. Please teach me.”
I was also a little confused.
Did the above sitter have a chance to beat the eldest brother? Of course, the one above had the advantage, but there was no moment when the eldest brother looked like he was about to lose.
The religious leader said.
“The fighting over methods was similar except for the psychological warfare at the end.”
“That’s right.”
“If you had entered the match with the mindset of sacrificing an arm from the beginning, you would have won.”
The monk above looked at the religious leader, probably thinking that these words were not persuasive at all.
“My arm?”
“why? Was it a fight not worth winning? So where does one of your arms go now?”
Is this teasing or mocking? Are you scolding me?
Maybe it was everything.
I looked at the leader and swallowed my words.
‘Isn’t that too much to do to someone who lost his arm?’
The face of the gentleman above gradually turned bright red. Even though he was such a brat, did he think the religious leader was mocking him?
However, the religious leader used merciless words and actions.
“Do you think the Sword Demon won’t be able to distinguish between the position of your arms and the position of your neck? “It was the Sword Demon’s choice not to kill you in the end.”
Wei Jwasa looked at the Sword Demon with an expression as if he was a loner left alone in the world, and spoke as if his soul had gone half out.
“Thank you for saving my life.”
The eldest brother answered bluntly.
“It was nothing.”
The sect leader looked at the sword demon this time.
“Why did you keep me alive?”
“The one who is going to die will be killed by the cult leader, so there is no need for me to get involved.”
The above priest then knelt down in front of the religious leader, bowed his head slightly, and closed his mouth.
Are you asking me to kill you because you have no intention of volunteering?
It wouldn’t have been strange at all if the cult leader had killed him in a violent attack, and it wouldn’t have been that strange if he had let him live like this.
The religious leader said.
“Go back to Weijia and reflect on yourself.”
“yes?”
“Do you want to come back and continue practicing meditation? If you return to that small town, Jeonma or Doma’s minions will not leave you alive. I didn’t expect you to be able to defeat the Sword Demon in the first place. “But now that one of my arms is gone, I can get rid of the habit of thinking like a merchant.”
“What makes you think like a merchant?”
“The Sword Demon has more experience than you. There must be an overwhelming number of them. However, since I lost while trying to win perfectly so as not to incur losses, I guess I lost because I behaved like a merchant trying to make a long-term profit. How could a merchant win against a warrior in a fight for his life? “If you want to make a deal or a bargain in a fight, put your neck on the line.”
“Yes, master. “I will keep that in mind.”
The priest above must have read the order to congratulate the guests on the religious leader’s expression, so he got up and walked away holding his arm.
The blood cult leader who had been watching said with a hearty smile.
“It looks good. “Disgusting bastard.”
The chieftain above looked at the blood cult leader.
“I think it’s your turn next. “I wish you luck.”
“You should have prayed for luck earlier. Ha ha ha ha ha.”
The leader looked at Mo Yongbaek, as if he was not interested in the two people’s bickering.
“I heard you have a good stomach, but it looks like your poison is excellent.”
Mo Yongbaek answered in a polite tone.
“Yes, master. Still, the pain will be quite severe after a while. The patient above endured the pain well. “It is not easy.”
“You said you were a member of the National Assembly, but did you study Dokdo?”
“Because there was originally no distinction between poison and medicine, we studied them together. Excessive use of medication is poison, and prescribing inappropriate medication is also poison. “To eliminate pain, we mainly use poison.”
The reason I think that Reincarnation Dokma is amazing is because the head of the cult still seems to like Mo Yongbaek.
Maybe it’s because toxic people have something in common.
It was only after the above priest had disappeared that I asked the religious leader.
“…Is there any other reason why you saved the above?”
The cult leader looked at me.
“Is there a need to kill him because he is making money? In any case, he would have decided on the family succession before coming here and made solid preparations for the future. “If you don’t get rid of the entire family, it’s like life or death.”
It was quite clear yet cruel.
This is because the attitude of the speaker above was that you lost because you were a merchant, but you were saved because you were a merchant.
Suddenly, the religious leader seemed strange to me.
Now that I have left the upper left temple, there is no one around me who I can call my subordinate.
The leader of the blood religion was not a subordinate, but just a crazy guy who knew the neighborhood, and the only subordinates were the coachmen waiting outside.
Ilmajo also did not appear this simple.
By any chance, if the White Clothed Scholar and the Heavenly Evil arrive…
the reality that the religious leader faces is no different from being surrounded by the top ten masters.
This is because the crazy blood cult leader may change at any time and attack the cult leader.
However, the sect leader acted as if Maehwajang was a sect.
“umbrella.”
The blood cult leader pointed his finger at the cult leader.
“Usa is an old title.”
“It looks like there are no injuries, so pick your opponent.”
The blood cult leader nodded.
“Then I’ll make a suggestion too. In fact, it would be right to compete with the general military again. But I’ve already lost three or four times in previous chases. I wonder if there was even a Great Cloud Sword. The weapons that looked like beggar foot wraps left behind by the King of Top became a rag to the sword of the General Soldier. This means that it won’t be easy to get back together. It seems that Chonggunsa is Shingeom’s disciple, and since the former cult leader was killed by Shingeom, how about dealing with Chonggunsa directly? Of course, I will choose my opponent separately.”
What crazy crazy people have in common is that they sometimes come back to their senses.
The blood cult leader secretly arranged a confrontation between the general military and the cult leader.
The religious leader said.
“Okay, choose an opponent other than General Commander.”
In any case, starting a fight didn’t seem to have any effect. Still, the head of the Blood Clan looked at us one by one with a hearty smile, as if he was really pleased that he was able to avoid his strong enemy, the head of the Kweedang.
It wasn’t until I made eye contact with the blood cult leader that I realized why people don’t want to fight crazy people.
Is this called a contrasting teacher?
There is no particular honor in winning. There is no sense of satisfaction or reward. But the risk is very high.
‘This is why people often avoid me.’
I can’t believe that enlightenment comes this way…
Come to think of it, the shit-sitter and the eldest brother have already competed once. It was obvious that no matter who stepped forward, including me, they would be somewhat exhausted after dealing with the blood cult leader.
The blood cult leader touched his chin and selected his opponent as if to appease us.
“Confucius Meng is injured. “The Sword Demon just fought.”
The blood cult leader looked at me.
“I don’t want to fight with that crazy guy.”
“….”
The head of the blood religion looked around at Plum Blossom Jangju and Mo Yongbaek and said.
“Hey I won’t kill you so either of you take on the challenge. It’s okay for both of them to attack at the same time. how is it?”
I intervened.
“How about something? He’s crazy. “You should choose someone similar to you.”
“Moonju, are you ignoring those two? Although they may seem weak now, they are men who show a hint of intelligence that will take their place in the future. “If the fight here is not one of death and killing due to resentment, there will be a lot to be gained even if you lose.”
At this time, a voice was heard outside the plum shop.
“Choose your opponent from among the three of us.”
“….”
We all looked towards the collapsed wall.
Three people wearing white, black, and gray long sleeves appeared side by side. One by one, they were a white-robed scholar, a heavenly evil demon, and since they appeared all at once, it was a combination that suited them well.
The three looked around and joined us where we were.
Several people were reunited.
Cheonak looked at the sect leader as if there was an order in the reunion greeting.
“It’s been a while, leader.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Cheonak was probably the only person in the world who greeted the religious leader like that.
The religious leader who received the greeting also answered while resting his chin.
“Welcome.”
Next, the white-robed student looked at Gongsunshen.
“Are you here? “It’s unexpected.”
Gongsunshen nodded.
“It’s unexpected to me too.”
Finally, the demon spoke to his eldest brother.
“Eldest brother, I’m here. Where are you injured? “Why are you covered in so much dust?”
I guess it’s a normal reunion greeting.
The eldest brother said with a slight smile.
“I drank some dust after competing with Jwasa above.”
The demon looked around.
“Can’t you see?”
I answered for him.
“I lost one of my arms because I was bullied by my eldest brother. “Maybe he went looking for his arm.”
We, the Four Great Villains, looked at each other and then laughed evilly. This replaced miscellaneous greetings.
The white-robed scholar looked around and spoke to the owner of the plum shop.
“Are you the owner?”
“yes.”
“water.”
At that moment, a tendon appeared on Maehwajangju’s forehead. As the white-robed scholar looked at him with a puzzled expression, Maehwajangju slightly lowered his head and said.
“I’ll bring it.”
Now, the people surrounding the religious leader have become quite diverse, including the eldest demon demon, the white-robed Cheonak Kwaedangju, and others.
That’s how human psychology is.
When there are many allies, it is almost an instinct to show off.
They didn’t show it, but in that sense, everyone was looking at the religious leader. The leader looked around at us and smiled slightly as if he was in a better mood.
The religious leader spoke as if expressing his feelings.
“Thanks to Munju, a lot of my horses have disappeared.”
Even at the moment when the horse was said to have disappeared, the leader smiled. Was the leader a man who smiled this much?
The sect leader unexpectedly looked at the white robe student.
“We finally met. “A student in white clothes.”
The white student also smiled and answered.
“Do you know me?”
The cult leader nodded.
“When our subordinates caught a ganja (間者) and cut off his fingers and toes, your nickname would often appear before they were all cut off.”
The white-robed student nodded.
“My education was lacking. I apologize. “Anyway, the manor looks much better than I expected. What is the atmosphere like?”
The white student asked me a question.
I explained today’s atmosphere to the newly joined experts.
“A place that determines the best in the world.”
The white-robed student answered with a shocked expression.
“I came here for no reason.”
“It is also a place where we celebrate the Fifth Festival of Heaven and Earth.”
The white-robed student finally smiled slightly.
“Then you can’t miss it.”
Cheonak brought a chair from somewhere and sat down next to the religious leader and asked.
“How are you? Looking at your face… you haven’t aged at all. Why are you wasting something so good? “Have you at least learned something new?”
This is the first time in my life that I have seen a man who longs for a cult leader.
The cult leader nodded.
“I would have eaten something better than you who only ate chicken.”
“….”
Cheonak looked at me in response as if he had been slapped on the cheek. As our eyes met, this time I called Cheonak.
“senior.”
“why.”
“Aren’t you a bit behind the religious leader when it comes to speaking?”
While Cheonak was glaring at me, everyone’s eyes wandered as if they were wandering. The blood cult leader, who was completely alienated from the series of trends, said.
“…So who is my opponent?”
The second one looked around at the people and answered.
“grow.”
The blood cult leader stood up.
“You’re a swordsman again. “Come out.”
We kept our mouths shut and looked at the second child’s back as he walked after the blood cult leader. His shoulders and back had broadened considerably, as if he had worked hard at Cheonak Mountain Lodge. However, most of the experts here could easily see that the second child would be defeated.
An important thing is.
How do you lose?
This is because the demons have become much stronger than before.
Perhaps the Demon Demon would have challenged even though he knew he would lose. The atmosphere was quite serious.
The demon asked the blood cult leader just like his eldest brother did.
“Are you okay without the sword?”
The blood cult leader who stopped in a wide area turned around and answered.
“I guess I won’t need it when dealing with you.”
The demon responded as he drew his sword.
“I don’t see it that way. I was very angry with you in Tongcheonbang, but now I can vent my anger.”
The blood cult leader laughed, shaking his shoulders.
“I’ll save you today so you can train and challenge yourself for a few more years.”
“Blood cult leader.”
“Say it.”
The demon said.
“Where is tomorrow for Kang Ho-in?”
The blood cult leader, who suddenly erased his smile, looked at the second child and nodded.
“…right.”
