Heavenly Inquisition Sword novel - chapter 3

chapter 3  the inevitable way

Baek Mi-joo continued to say whether it was not enough.

“And you’re too lazy to think and talk, so it’s best not to talk at all. got it?”

“… … yes.”

In an instant, Baek Mi-joo’s fingers dig into the collarbone of Yeonjeok-ha.

“Ouch.”

“Did I just tell you not to talk? Didn’t you?”

“Oh, do… … write… … yo. this.”

Yeon Jeok-ha twisted her upper body and answered with difficulty.

Baek Mi-joo’s face turned into a catastrophic one, apparently not liking the sound.

“What? Are you weeping at what I say now? Are you still talking?”

“Ahhh… … .”

Yeon Jeok-ha, who had rolled her eyes anxiously, shut her mouth tightly.

After a while, Baek Mi-ju’s hand fell.

“Now you can hear me. I politely answer questions from adults.”

“… … .”

Young Yeon-Jeok-Ha couldn’t understand a single word her eldest mother was saying.

He told me to speak well, but he said not to speak.

What should I do?

The more I think about it, the more dizzy it seems to fall. Yeon-jok-ha shrugged her head in an effort not to fall. It was then that her anxiety subsided a little.

The third person, the speaker, giggled as he saw such a young man.

“Fufu! He really looks like he’s growing up. Grow up, grow up, grow up~”

“Foot!”

“haha!”

The first Yeon Mu-baek and the second Yeon Seung-baek could not hold back their laughter.

“Can’t you be quiet?”

Baek Mi-ju scolded the children with a solemn and neat voice.

The children’s laughter subsided.

At the same time, a happy smile appeared on the face of General Yeon Mu-dok, who was passing by the courtyard. Unlike the adult world, half children seem to get along well. It was a good thing for the Yeon clan and for Waryongjang.

If children are at odds with each other, who will be in charge!

‘Yeah, just grow up like that.’

A servant ran to the nodding Yeonmu-dok from afar.

When Yeonmu-dok looked away, he saw that he was a servant who had been parked at the entrance of the village.

Have the guests finally arrived?

The smoke poison’s face hardened with tension.

“Did they come?”

“Yeah, I ran to see the wagons entering the town, so I’ll see you soon!”

“i get it. Go and work.”

“Yes!”

The servant disappeared somewhere with a trot.

Yeonmu-dok checked his attire again and moved to the front door.

As if the news had already spread, Yeon Moo-ryong appeared in the front yard.

“Sir, why are you with me?”

“I heard that your brother is coming, can’t you just sit still?”

Yeon Moo-dok approached the owner, Yeon Moo-ryong, and stood shoulder to shoulder.

“If the Sword King visits this time, the rumors alone will make Luoyang move. Do you still have no interest in Kangho?”

“I am the one who dissuaded my brother-in-law that he would come six years ago. Do you think my will will change now?”

“But, isn’t it too much of an opportunity to sit down like this?”

“Fufu, isn’t it a waste?”

Yeon Moo-ryong, who was standing with an empty smile looking at the distant sky, suddenly recited a poem.

No one can be seen in the empty mountains

Only human voices are heard.

The sunset light enters deep into the forest

It shines again on the green moss.

It is a poem written by Wang Yu, a poet of the cathedral era. Yeonmu-dok, who had a shallow study of poetry, asked carefully when he said that no one could be seen.

“Lord Zhang, are you still thinking of this dead wife?”

“No, I just want people to know that everyone has a different path. Isn’t there a law that says that you can live as a Moorim for the rest of your life just because you have mastered martial arts?”

“However… … .”

The smoke poison clouded the end of his speech.

It is because the qualities of the elder brother and cousin Yeon Moo-ryong are precious.

He was the most outstanding member of the Yan clan. Even after retiring from Moorim, the Yeon clan kept a close eye on his progress.

There is only one thing everyone in the Yan family wants, including himself. Yeon Moo-ryong gets up, wiping away the wounds of the past, and raises Waryongjang into a Moorim Sega.

Contrary to the wishes of the Yan clan, Yeon Moo-ryong muttered to himself as he watched the clouds drifting carelessly.

‘Besides, my path has already been decided.’

After a while, the heavy sound of the horse-drawn carriage and the twelve samurai echoed through the streets.

The smoke poison hurried out to the door.

Yeon Moo-ryong, who was following him, suddenly turned around.

A small and compact Waryongjang caught my eye.

At the same time, white rice wine and children poured out from

At the same time, white rice wine and children poured out from the winter gate leading to the main house.

A complicated expression appeared on Yeon Moo-ryong’s face.

Each person’s path is different.

People have to go that route whether they like it or not.

Suddenly, the back of the nose felt cold, and then moisture filled my eyes.

Yeon Moo-ryong turned back, pressing the back of his nose with his fingers.

My heart, which was boiling like lava, quickly subsided.

The noise of people was heard from somewhere.

When he returned to reality and looked up, he saw Namgung Byeok and his family.

After taking a deep breath, Yeon Moo-ryong stepped forward and stood in front of the Namgung Wall.

“Brother, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you first.”

“haha! This person, put saliva on your mouth and say something like that. These are my people and my children.”

Namgung Byeok pointed his wife and children with his hand.

“I have heard a lot from the West. This is Jang Ha-eun.”

Ha-eun Jang greeted her politely, not like the mistress of the new swordsman. After she heard the story about the dragon that opened in the carriage, she lowered herself.

“Uncle, I am Namgungcheon. And this kid is my younger brother, and he’s called Namgoongyeon.”

The first, Namgungcheon, introduced her sister, who was too reticent.

“Haha, brother-in-law, it’s really nice to meet you. And you’re welcome too. You grew up very well.”

When Yeon Moo-ryong is smiling.

Baek Mi-ju led the children to the front.

“Oh! Honey, are you not going to introduce me and the children?”

Yeon Moo-ryong, who realized his actual situation belatedly, blushed.

“ah! I liked it so much I forgot. brother, and brother-in-law. My wife and children.”

At the introduction of Yeon Moo-ryong, Baek Mi-joo took a step forward.

“I was late to say goodbye because I was bringing the children. uncle, and brother. It is called white rice wine.”

Namgung-byeok and Jang Ha-eun also greeted Baek Mi-joo politely.

As the greetings between the adults were over, Miju Baek secretly pushed the back of Yeonmu Baek, who was the first.

“What do you guys do without saying hello?”

When the children of both families finished greetings, Yeon Moo-ryong said with a rather tired face.

“Brother and brother-in-law, let the children hang out with each other and eat inside.”

“Yes.”

Namgung-byeok called his son Namgung-cheon and gave him a light warning.

“You are the eldest brother, so take good care of your younger brothers.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, just talk.”

As if Namgungcheon asked me to leave it to him, my heart was pounding.

“I am most worried about you. Please take good care so that no one gets hurt.”

Suddenly, Namgungbyeok’s eyes turned to the child who was standing on one side.

Yeonjeokha, who was now only six years old, was crouching down with an anxious face. Namgung-byeok thought that Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgoong-yeon’s expressions were similar.

Is the character of children really irrelevant to the love of their parents?

sigh comes out

***

Yeon Moo-ryong’s eldest son, Yeon Mu-baek, was full of desire to go to Namgung Sega and learn martial arts. So, I followed Namgoongyeon, who is now only eight years old, and tried my best to please her.

However, Yeon Mu-baek’s plan ran into difficulties from the start. Namgoong-yeon didn’t say anything at all. 

Besides, there was no emotion in her small and cute face.

In the end, Yeon Mu-baek raised his hand without being able to withstand even half a sijin.

When Yeon Moo-baek, his older brother, failed, the second Yeon Seung-baek, who had been paying attention, came forward. Yeon Seung-baek liked Nam Goong-yeon, who has snow-white skin and dense facial features.

So, unlike my older brother, who has a special purpose, I tried to become close with a pure heart. However, no matter how funny Yeon Seung-baek said, Nam Goong-yeon did not laugh.

Moreover, with one more drink, Namgoongyeon moved nonstop like a young Cheonlima.

It is by no means an easy task for a single waryongjang child to follow Namgungyeon, who was trained in the martial arts of Namgungse.

Yeon Seung-baek also grew tired of Nam Goong-yeon, who showed no reaction. It’s like looking at a wall and talking. Baek’s innocence toward a beautiful thing collapsed in front of his stamina.

Namgoongcheon was deeply grateful to see the two brothers clinging to their younger brother. With the efforts of her two children, she even wished that Namgoong-yeon’s heart could be opened even a little.

But that didn’t last long either.

One child was exhausted from the monologue and left, and the other child was pushed aside by Namgoong-yeon’s stamina.

Nam Goong-yeon, who was left alone, then shot the Waryongjang with an expression of relief.

Namgungcheon tried to stay with his younger brother because he felt sorry for his younger brother, but that didn’t work either. The now-nine-year-old speaker was clinging to him like a shadow and didn’t want to fall.

“Brother, you say your nickname is Blue Woon Sword? When you meet an enemy, you just fight and kill them, right?”

“Who, who said that?”

“Did you say that it appears that way in the story of the gangster?”

“Cow, in the novel?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, I guess. I don’t know.”

Namgungcheon answered with a dry voice and turned his head back and forth to find his younger brother. However, she had just been squatting in the corner of the gymnasium, and Namgoong-yeon couldn’t see where she had gone.

Of course, there are samurai guarding the Waryongjang, so I couldn’t go out alone, but I was still anxious.

However, a little girl named Singer was clinging to him and couldn’t go looking for it.

“Don’t do that, please tell me about Kang-ho. yes?”

‘Big… … . lost.’

In the end, Namgungcheon was caught by the speaker and had to tell the story of Moorim he had experienced.

By the time the story was finished, the sun was setting.

***

Waryongjang, the young lover, was terrifying.

Dad was kind, but we didn’t spend much time together. He rather had to spend most of his time with her big mom.

I still don’t know the difference between my mother and my eldest mother. Still, I know that my eldest mother is a scary .