Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Episode 92. Methods of Jukbang

There are as many ways to kill people as there are reasons to want to kill people.

They can poison, trap, stealthily ambush, or fight squarely.

Jukbang preferred the most popular method.

Perhaps it was because of the tastes of Sam Gongja Shim Yeong-chun, who was in charge of the jukbang.

Shim Young-choon likes to beat him to death in the middle of the day, even in the downtown area.

Aren’t you afraid of the country’s laws?

That only applies to ordinary people.

When petty thieves or gangsters kill people, they are taken to the government office, but people who say they use their strength in the river are an exception.

Even when they kill someone, it is a reality that they are praised as ‘brave’.

Of course, if the person who was beaten to death had a great connection—for example, blood relatives of the castle owner—the brave man would have to run away as well.

Under the influence of Sim Yeong-chun, the killers of Jukbang also enjoyed killing in public.

Depending on the opponent’s inaction, the number of arrows mobilized increased or decreased, but the method was similar.

To visit, fight, and kill.

That’s why Ma Chun-wu, the seven-year-old killer of Jukbang, started a fight at Yonghuiru.

“What are you doing bastard?”

Ma Chun-wu smiled and answered Poong-yeon-cho’s question.

“A guest. This baby. The alcohol was rotten and the girls were all in a good mood because they collected only the things that came to life. Go ahead and tell your master to come.”

A courtesan who was watching intervened.

“It is a lie. I drank all the alcohol and said I liked Sohyang, so I kneaded her next to her and suddenly I was like shit. How is it that our sohyang is pitiful? You’re not dead, are you?”

“Where do you dare to blow your snout, bitch? Know that your next turn will be four years.”

Poongyeoncho was stunned by the man’s threat.

No matter how much Giru is, he shouldn’t behave like a careless person like that.

“If this guy comes to Giru, I’m going to treat him well. What kind of crazy things are you doing!”

Ma Tianyu laughed and stepped on the courtesan’s head.

“Kuuuu! Why are you so excited all of a sudden? Can you be the pillar of this year? huh? Is it like that?”

“Ah! You crazy bastard!”

Enraged at the continued mockery, Poongyeoncho threw herself like a defense and attacked the man.

Then, as if he had waited, Ma Chun-wu pulled out his sword and struck it down with the momentum of a double-edged sword.

shhh.

Surprised, Poongyeoncho hurriedly rolled to the side to avoid it.

However, the opponent’s Tao was so fast that the waist dance split into a long part.

Seeing how hot it is, it looks like the skin has also been cut.

In an unexpected situation, he couldn’t hide his puzzled expression.

I didn’t understand why he spread such vicious grass from the beginning.

‘I don’t have any grudges, so why?’

Poong Yeon-cho, who got up from her seat, hurriedly pulled out her sword and glared at the drunken guest.

After the surprise attack ended in failure, Ma Tianyu increased his momentum.

Now that Poongyeoncho is fully prepared, it is about to respond calmly.

The two of them slowly moved to the center of the forearm while maintaining an appropriate distance.

Suddenly, Poongyeoncho’s eyes lit up.

‘Didn’t he say he finished drinking?’

But now the man’s eyes were glistening not with drunkenness, but with life.

It is said that he woke up from alcohol or pretended to be drunk.

Looking at his sword-holding posture, he was one step above the upper escorts he dealt with in the past.

My heart sank when I thought, ‘If I do something wrong, I may not be able to see my family.’

‘sorry. I have to die.’

Having made up her mind, Poongyeoncho slowly lowered the Bakdo.

It is the standard ceremony for the ascension of the flying dragon.

Ma Tianyu glared at the windmill with strange eyes.

In general, lowering the tip of the sword means that you have changed your stance from attack to defense.

That is unless you have mastered super-high swordsmanship or swordsmanship.

If the opponent gets scared and cowers, that’s the table set.

He naturally twisted his upper body to hide his left hand from his view.

When he straightened his posture again, three steel needles hung on his fingers.

He is trying to spread his seasonal season, Samcheomsal.

Ma Chun-wu, who was playfully spinning his bak-do, brushed his left hand at some point.

Papa pat.

At the same time, he raised his sword above his head and threw himself.

Who said that lowering the tip of a knife is defense!

Poongyeoncho has taken a step forward by attracting the spirit of the white porcelain.

Bakdo soared into the air, dancing with the jija [zhī].

teeting.

The river needle bounced with a faint sound.

Ma Tianyu hurriedly turned his sword as he was about to strike down the opponent with the force of Taishan Tack.

It is to remove the pottery that has dug under the chin.

each.

At that moment, the sound of the blades being crushed resonated in my ears like an auditory hallucination.

But there was no room for surprise.

It was because the Bakdo of Poongyeoncho, which turned elegantly in the air, fell over my head.

“…”

Before I could even scream.

Ma Tianyu’s body split in two from the top of his head to his groin.

Iron flip. Tuduk.

Red blood poured out at once like a river.

Poongyeoncho, who looked down at the man with bitter eyes, slowly turned around.

The housekeepers who were watching from afar rushed over and started cleaning.

Poongyeoncho, which was walking towards the residence of the escort warriors, stopped.

It wasn’t because he found Takgomyeong running frantically from the other side.

Suddenly, my left shoulder tingled.

Looking at the throbbing here and there, it seems that he was quite nervous.

Certainly the man was strong.

The reason he is alive is entirely thanks to the white porcelain structure and the Gucheon tax law.

The moment I exhaled a sigh of relief, my eyes widened.

“older brother!”

Hearing Takgomyeong’s cry, Poongyeoncho slowly collapsed.

I have to go home…

***

Unboxing.

Cheonhyang Spot.

Late at night, two men were sitting facing each other in the innermost bamboo room.

They are Sim Yeong-chun, the three masters, and Yuksal Gongjin-dan, who are in charge of the jukbang.

Both of them didn’t look good.

“Did you just say that Ma Tianyu is dead?”

“yes.”

Gongjindan did not dare to raise his face.

For the past three years, no one has died during an assassination attempt, and that record has been broken today.

“her! Seven years old was killed by that idiot from Waryongjang?”

“…”

Gongjindan’s head bent even more.

“Is he even an elder of Chilpaimun? no. Waryongjang doesn’t have that level of master. Wouldn’t it be known if it was Waryong Swordsman Yeonmubaek? The rest are just dumbass. Besides, he said he wasn’t even Mr. Yeon? Then you say you’re from a nangin, but you were seven years old by that guy? Fuck! Do you think that makes sense!”

Quaang.

Shim Young-choon, unable to overcome his anger, slapped the table.

Gongjindan, who was shrugging his shoulders, said with a crawling sound.

“It’s not a complete failure, though. He collapsed after being hit by a seven-year-old poison needle…”

“Such an idiot! Say it! What the hell are you doing with shit on my face! Can’t you see that Jukbang’s reputation has fallen to the ground!”

“Forgive me.”

Gong Jin-dan lowered his head so that his chin touched his chest.

It was true that this incident had shaken the three Gongja’s position in Cheonhyang Banjeom.

Shim Youngchun, who was glaring at the crown of Gongjindan’s head, said.

“Finish yourself, you bastard.”

“Honorable name!”

The Gongjindan responded without delay.

He was poisoned by the seven year old’s poison, so he would die if left alone, but he couldn’t defy the three princes’ orders.

***

Poongyeoncho did not return home that night.

I couldn’t go because I was confused, so I stayed at Yonghuiru.

Tak Go-myeong sent a helper to Poong-yeon-cho’s house to inform them of the situation and stayed by Poong-yeon-cho’s side.

Around midnight, the doctor visited, but the condition of Poongyeoncho gradually deteriorated.

the next morning.

Tak Go-myeong, who had been dozing off at the bedside of a windmill, woke up at the faint sound.

“Keuk Go Myung-ah….”

“Yes brother!”

“My wife must have waited…”

“Don’t worry about that. My sister-in-law went last night.”

“…”

A sigh flowed from Poongyeoncho’s mouth, who was staring blankly at the ceiling.

“ha! Did I do something wrong…”

“What is that?”

“I don’t feel good. I think I did something bad to my family who were living well without me.”

“Oops! what a nasty sound. The lack of energy is all because of its poison.”

“Poison?”

“Did you not know? A poisonous needle came out of my brother’s shoulder. Don’t worry too much because the congressman said he would look for medicines here and there. If it doesn’t work out, go to the party…”

“Don’t talk like a party.”

There was no way he would come running to escort Giru in a party known for his atrocities.

“But why did the guy who came to Giru use such a trick? It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a poison needle. I don’t think he’s a normal guy.”

In fact, even for Murim people, things like poison needles were not something that could be easily accessed. So, it was natural for Takgomyeong to be suspicious.

“Who are you? him.”

“I don’t know yet. Everyone said they were new guests. Brother, can anyone guess? Someone worth living for, dear brother.”

“A lot.”

Poong Yeon-cho answered without hesitation, and Tak Go-myeong laughed poodle poodle.

It’s a dumb question the more you think about it.

Where should there be one or two enemies? It could be the family members of the people who died from the bogus drugs sold by the brother-in-law, or it could be the work of an upper-level official who managed to recognize their faces.

“ha! I wish I could see the faces of my brothers once before I die.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Contrary to what he said, Tak Go-myeong thought that he should send someone to Obongsanchae right away.

Maybe that will be the brother-in-law’s last wish.

Looking at the swarthy complexion of Poongyeoncho, I thought I would die tomorrow.

***

Luoyang.

pointless point.

around noon.

Slowly waking up, the slug crawled and slowly raised his upper body.

“iced coffee! hungry. I can’t lie down any longer.”

“Cluck. I was going to see how long you were lying down, but are you now awake?”

“Last night’s dream was troubled.”

“Ah yes, you woke up late yesterday and the day before yesterday.”

“Do you know that old man Sim has physical pain?”

With a serious face unsuitable for Yeon Jeok-ha, Gu Cheon-no also looked at his heartache.