Heavenly Inquisition Sword novel - chapter 340

Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 341

Publishedat 14th of July 2023 07:07:22 AM

Chapter 341

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Chapter 341 – The blind sword is the best in the world

Man Kang-soo, a disciple of Lee Gyeol of Opening, packed up the food he had obtained from begging and headed to his shelter.

He stopped while stroking the gourd full of food.

Someone was occupying the hollow next to the Miraak spot.

On this street, there is no one who does not know that that place is their place.

Even street vendors don’t set up stalls there.

But some kind of beggar was eating food in his shelter.

As I got closer, I was appalled.

On a plank two feet (about 60 cm) long, it was the dish of Mirak Banjeom.

‘What is he doing?’

Miraak spots are expensive, so ordinary people pass by just smelling them.

They were eating such high-class dishes on the street.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who was eagerly eating the steamed chicken, raised his head.

A beggar stood there and was looking at himself.

Looking at the heap of rice in the gourd, it is easy to know what the situation is.

He picked up a chicken wing and held it out to the beggar.

Man Kang-soo took a step back in surprise when he saw Yeon Jeok-ha’s face full of hot flowers and hardened scabs.

Then Yeonjeokha waved a chicken leg as if to take it and said.

“Mister, I’m not a smallpox, so take it. It’s just that ‘smallpox’ came down to my face by accident.”

Man Kang-soo, who belatedly realized the truth of his situation, let out a clearing of his cough.

“Hum, hum, it’s okay. I’ve never seen such severe boils. I am Man Kang-soo, a disciple of openness.”

Man Kang-soo blatantly glanced at the sword hanging from the young man’s waist.

If you are also a Moorim person, it is an unspoken pressure to respond to Tongsongmyeong.

However, he couldn’t reveal his name because of such an appearance.

“It’s called Yeondubi.”

“Yeondubi? It’s the first name I’ve heard. Aren’t you from the South Sea?”

“Yes, it is passing.”

“It looks like a warrior, but where is the monk?”

“If you’re not a government official, why are you asking questions like that?”

At Yeon Jeok-ha’s question, Man Kang-soo evaded his words.

“Is there a law that says that only government officials should ask such things? You might be curious as you walk the same martial arts.”

“It’s a martial arts skill, so don’t worry about it.”

At the mention of martial arts, strength was put on Man Kang-soo’s shoulders.

Unless he’s a chil-pile door or a person from the four generations, he’s nothing better than an open door.

“I want to turn it off, but I can’t. My seat is where the small child sits.”

“Do beggars buy land these days?”

“It’s not that I bought it, it’s that it’s a fucking place. That’s why other street vendors are leaving the place empty.”

It was only then that I understood what Kang-soo Man was saying.

It was a kind of bullying.

“all right. I’ll just eat and go right away.”

“Oh, you’re just going to eat. Then where should I eat?”

When Man Kang-soo kept getting tangled up, Yeon-jeok-ha got annoyed.

It pisses me off that I was kicked out of the place, but now even the beggars are pretending to be the owners of the land.

The teary-eyed rival spat out the chicken leg he was biting into.

And now is the moment to say something.

At the end of the road on both sides of the Mirak Banjeom, Murim people with weapons appeared.

The general public who was filling the streets in their murderous appearances escaped like the ebb tide.

The people of both camps, who were advancing step by step, stopped in front of Mirak Banjeom.

Man Kang-su naturally sighed as he squatted beside Yeonjeok-ha.

“Today and tomorrow, after all, a war is taking place!”

Yeonjeokha’s gaze moved from Mangangsu to the unidentified soldiers.

“Jeongsadaejeon?”

“The white clothes are the wardrobe, and the red clothes are the blood spell. If Jangrakbang is a political faction, the blood spell is a sapage.”

“Why are you fighting?”

“Why? It’s to eat and live. They’ve been doing that for a month, saying they would supply liquor to Miraak Restaurant.”

“Awesome.”

Soon after, both sides clashed with shouts of “Wow!”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the rivalry.

Surprisingly, no blood was splattered while fighting with a black-edged weapon.

It was because those who were holding weapons pulled their torso back and only put their hands forward.

In the wind, only the tips of each other’s swords touched each other.

Even so, the sound of the blades clashing was the end of the Murim master’s fight.

Cha Cha Cha Chang!

The real fierce fights are the people who somehow get tangled up.

They threw away their swords and tangled together, rolling about like windblown bushes.

In the meantime, they pulled each other’s hair with their hands, or dug out their mouths and nostrils, as well as their eyes.

“Quaaaaagh!”

“Ah!”

Intermittently, a gruesome sound erupted so that the mogol was silent.

It wasn’t that the limbs were cut off, it was because someone had bitten the arm or thigh.

As I got used to the dog fight, I watched the game while slurping Bupantang.

Kangsoo Man did not argue with his seat any longer and ate the overpriced food.

At that time, the white clothes and the red clothes were tangled together and rolled over to the two of them.

Man, Jiangsu pushed the red clothes away with his toe.

For a moment, Jang Gyeong-dae, a man in red, glared at Man Kang-su with lifeless eyes.

He thought that Kangsu Man, an open disciple, indirectly helped Jangrakbangdo, a political faction.

Jang Gyung-dae jumped up from his seat and shouted, pointing his finger at Man Kang-su.

“Since when did the openness stand on the side of Jangrakbang!”

As the Janggyeongdae ran rampant, the man in white quietly left to find another partner.

Man, Kangsu hurriedly denied it, not wanting to get caught up in his dispute.

“Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I just pushed the gourd away for fear of breaking it.”

Among Murim’s breakwaters, the number of disciples is the most open.

However, when you enter the local Bunta, the story changes.

The number of open rooms in Namyang Bunta is similar to that of Blood Gate, so it belongs to a minor breakwater.

However, if martial arts are excellent, that is not the case either.

The martial art of openness is learned from the ‘white coat’, which is flawless (no knots in the string), but that is at the level of Hao Mun.

The martial art that can be called Jeolhak is passed on only to those who have three or more.

But Man Kang-soo is Lee Gyeol’s disciple.

In Bunta, Namyang, there is only one disciple of the Three Kings, Buntaju, so the blood spell is not an easy opponent.

Jang Gyungdae opened his eyes and said a word.

“Brother, we can’t see anything right now, so be careful. It’s open, so I’m just passing it on.”

After his words, he jumped back into the fight.

Slurp— slurp—.

When the light argument was over, the Yeonjeokha inhaled Bupantang again.

Man Kang-soo glanced at the young enemy with an uncomfortable face.

“Hum, originally, our openness respects righteousness, so it doesn’t get involved in conflicts of interest. Lord Bunta also told me not to get involved in the Great War.”

“But why did you kick the blood spell person?”

I saw Man Kang-soo subtly attacking him with his heel when he pushed him away.

It was clearly a selfish push.

“Heh, don’t they say crawfish are on the side? Jangrakbang is Dongdo, so I have to help out like that.”

“ah… … .”

Yeon Jeok-ha looked at Man Kang-soo with strange eyes.

It was heartbreaking to see that he was of the same faction and helped even in that way.

Blood spell, which was fighting again, caught the eyes of Jang Kyung-dae, who had a sword.

It had been spilled by someone during the melee.

He picked up his bakdo and ran forward screaming like his madman.

A white robe blocked the front of the Janggyeongdae.

Jang Gyungdae and Jang Rak Bang Do, dressed in white, stretched out his wrists and twisted them like crazy.

Chchchchch.

At the loud noise, the grapplers backed away.

Janggyeongdae and Jangrakbangdo, who were immersed in the fight, moved around looking only at the point of the opponent’s sword.

Chchchchang-.

As the two approached with sparks flying wildly, Man Kang-soo was anxious.

After all, he is the same guy again.

Avoiding the seat, the side of an open disciple does not stand in front of a young guy.

‘go! these bastards! Go away and fight!’

Despite the strong wind, his white and red clothes came closer and closer.

Thinking of living and seeing for the time being, Man Kang-soo put down his gourd and took out his batting stick.

Yeon Jeok-ha held a chicken wing in his mouth and stared at Man Kang-soo.

Will he hit the man with the blood spell again?

If he did that, it would be an unprecedented four months.

On the other hand, the Janggyeongdae of Blood Gate, which discovered the open disciple and the strange young man belatedly, turned to the side and turned the back of the Jangrakbangdo toward the open disciple.

Once established, he pushed his opponent like mad.

Chchchch.

At the opponent’s sudden radiance, Jang-rak’s plan made his way backwards.

Then, unluckily, he tripped on his own feet and fell backwards.

“Omg!”

In an instant, the tip of Bak-do’s sword, which had circled the air, headed for Kang-su Man’s face like a thunderbolt.

Man Kang-soo, who was about to get up with his batting stick, stiffened.

“Ugh!”

A moan came out of Mangangsu’s mouth first.

At the same time, Bakdo jerked sideways with the sound of ‘land’.

Jang Rak Bang-do, who was frantically rolling on the floor, looked at Man Kang-soo with surprised eyes.

Apparently, I saw a beggar’s face caught on the tip of his knife, but I don’t know what kind of harmony this is.

The eyes of Jang Rak Bang-do and Man Kang-su turned to Bak-do.

A small piece of bone was embedded in the center of Bak Do’s sword.

‘Hut! That one!’

Man Kang-soo’s mouth fell open.

He recognized the identity of the bone at once.

That must have been some of the remains of the chicken wings that Yeondubi was eating.

that’s when

Janggyeongdae swung his sword at the back of Jangrakbangdo, who was standing there blankly.

Yeonjeokha, who saw that, lightly snapped his fingers.

The wing bone remaining in his hand flew like an arrow and hit the sword of the Janggyeongdae.

The blade of the Janggyeongdae snapped with a clear metal sound.

Jang Gyung-Dae looked at his broken Tao and Jang-Rak-Dae with his puzzled face.

Yeon Jeok-ha said to Jang Gyung-dae.

“Mister, we are eating here, so go fight somewhere else. Otherwise, next time I’ll put it on your leg.”

Along with the horse, Yeon Jeok-ha lightly threw the chicken bones he had left on the plank.

Zeng-.

Jang Gyeong-dae’s arm, which was holding the broken sword, was thrown backwards with a ‘swish!’

Surprised, Jang Gyung-dae hurriedly checked the sword.

The blade, which had been snapped in half, now had a single bone embedded in it.

Only then did Janggyeongdae realize that the bizarre-looking young man was a terrifying master and ran away.

Jang-Rak-Bang-Do, who was hesitantly watching, also returned to his group.

Man Kang-su, who was hesitant, opened his mouth cautiously.

“Nope I don’t know how to repay this favour. As you can see, I have nothing.”

“I just think you were lucky. It was difficult even for me to stop that move earlier. Had I been there, her face would have been pierced through.”

It’s true.

He thought that if he had been in his place, he would have been helpless.

Even the greatest masters in the world would not be able to avoid a sword like that.

He himself was watching from the side, and he happened to have a chicken bone in his hand that he could get.

If either of the two was lacking, Man Kang-soo would surely die.

After all, human life seems to depend on the sky.

What if the two of them switched places?

No one would know that the jeokha of the world was beaten to death by a blind Bakdo on the street.

‘I guess it just suddenly disappeared, right?’

Even after you are gone, the world will still be as busy as it is now.

When I think like that, life is somehow fleeting.

‘shit, the blind sword is the best in the world!’

It feels like peeking at a piece of the secret of heaven and earth.

In the days of Mt. Obong, Poong Yeon-cho said, ‘Fighting is unchillgisa, seven luck equals three talents)’.

However, as I experienced it today, I was wrong.

It is ‘the day of luck’.

The dust caused by the Great War came in thickly.

I got up from my seat, holding up the bowls I had lost my appetite for.