< Episode 52 Jang Neungak (5) >
“This is not a suggestion, I am asking you to do it.”
‘!!!!!!’
For an instant, everyone’s expressions hardened.
Until just a moment ago, things seemed to be going smoothly.
But that all changed in an instant.
‘What the hell is this guy?’
‘What are you saying now…’
Hui Zhou’s second disciple, Jang Neungak, was like that, but so were his henchmen.
For a moment, they even had the illusion that they had ‘heard wrongly’.
However, the moment they saw Mok Gyeong-un smiling full of malice, they realized that their ears were not at fault.
It was only a moment, but the silence couldn’t have felt this long.
If someone else had said this, someone would have drawn a sword or sword and cut off his head at that moment.
However, coincidentally, the opponent was an expert in flower techniques that went beyond the wall.
Once I became conscious of it,
-Gurgling!
Some of them were so nervous that they even broke into a cold sweat.
How on earth should I accept this situation?
No, what should I say?
In a situation that was even confusing, the one who broke the silence was Jeomopal, the Oak of the Oakhoe.
“Yes you guy!!!!”
His voice and eyes are full of anger.
When everyone thought about the situation itself, Jemopal, who felt angry that his master had been insulted, was able to show a more intuitive attitude than them.
‘ah!’
Everyone came to their senses for an instant at the sound of his loud voice.
Jeomopal shouted, not paying any attention to them.
“Unless you are truly crazy, how could you make such a threat to my lord!”
The shouting was so loud that it hurt my ears.
Mo Kyung-un grinned and spoke in a low tone.
“I know you’re angry, but please lower your voice a little. “My ears are burning.”
“what? Lower your voice? Now you…”
“Looking at your face, I will give you one last warning. “Please lower your voice.”
“I am yours…”
-Startle!
For a moment, I couldn’t continue speaking.
‘This…this…’
Even my cheeks were shaking.
It was because of the killing intent he felt the moment his eyes met with Mok Kyung-un.
It was only a moment, but in Jeomopal’s mind, the image of Mok Kyung-un cutting off his own head came to life in an instant.
-Wow!
‘······.’
When I imagined this, my mouth couldn’t fall easily.
Seeing Jeomopal like this, Ho Jong-hyuk, a true Ilak, stuck out his tongue inwardly.
I heard from my father that if you overcome the wall and become a master of the flower world, you will be able to manipulate your energy more precisely and put pressure on a specific opponent with murderous intent.
It seems that Mok Gyeong-un put pressure on Jeo Mo-pal with murderous intent.
‘I’m in trouble.’
No matter how much I reached the level of the flower world, I never thought it would come out like this.
The lord was the head of the Heaven and Earth Association and a disciple of one of the Six Heavens, known as the pinnacle of the Central Plains martial arts.
There were only a few people in the society who could do such a foolish thing against such a master.
But they deserved it, both in terms of status and status.
However, it was not a case of tree cultivation.
‘Are you committing this kind of thing only believing in Ilshin’s inaction?’
If that’s the case, I’d say it’s a miscalculation.
The reason the lord showed respect to the boy was not because he was afraid of his inaction.
The lord is just…
“Thorough cultivation… “You really looked down on Confucius.”
At that time, Jang Neungak opened his mouth.
The expressions of his subordinates looking at him soon became serious.
Cold, cold eyes.
Looking at their calm tone, they could tell how angry their master was right now.
When Jang Neungak is truly angry, it does not burn like fire.
In fact, it becomes more cool-headed.
And that cool-headedness also brings deep insight.
“You look at me funny. “I am simply suggesting conditions that will be beneficial to both you and the lady.”
“Both benefits? “Stop being ridiculous.”
“Are you saying that’s funny?”
“To unite the two forces, someone has to bow their head and go under. But do you think that will be possible because of your threats?”
“They’re telling you to do it because it’s possible.”
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“Ask me to do it? “You’re being very rude.”
“That’s surprising.”
A strange look appeared in Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes.
I saw his bowl was quite shallow and small, but he was saying everything he needed to say in this situation.
That means not being afraid of yourself.
The power gap should have already been confirmed.
“Surprising? That is what Confucius wants to say. “Are you not afraid?”
“Aren’t you afraid?”
“Who do you think you are trying to threaten now?”
“It’s a threat… “It doesn’t really feel like a threat…”
“I would have told you to stop talking nonsense. “You guys have completely lost your fear by daring to intervene in the battle for the successor and try to sway the situation as you please.”
Hearing his words, Mo Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re stronger than you look.”
“Harder? That is what this Confucius would say. “What is the purpose of trying to shake up the game by believing in petty inaction?”
“Hmm. “Why do you think it’s so complicated?”
Mok Gyeong-un asked with interest.
Then Jang Neungak picked up the bottle, filled the glass, and opened his mouth.
“There are two things I can guess.”
“two?”
“The first premise is that you joined hands with Wei So-yeon.”
“······Why do you think that?”
“Simple. Even if the youngest priest was given the power of Amjong and Baekga, it would still not be enough. “It is difficult to deal with this Confucius, let alone the ambassadorial punishment.”
Hearing Jang Neung-ak’s words, Mok Gyeong-un smiled slightly.
I thought that my view would be greatly obscured due to my arrogance, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
Mo Kyung-un shrugged his shoulders and said.
“That makes sense. But from my perspective, in order to deal with the Archduke, I want the two of you to join forces, regardless of who is in power.”
“Who is on top?”
“yes. I just need the two of you to join forces. In fact, I don’t care at all which of the two is the successor.”
“······.”
Jang Neungak’s eyes became even harsher as he heard Mo Kyung-un’s words.
Then he soon parted his lips.
“I thought it was the first, but it seems it was the second.”
“Hmm. “What is the second one?”
“You don’t care who is your successor? under! “Now we have the answer.”
“······.”
“Is your goal to shake things up from within?”
“Master?”
The eyes of his subordinates widened at Jang Neung-ak’s words.
In response to their reaction, Jang Neung-ak glared at Mok Gyeong-un and said.
“I forgot to think about cancer and poisonous kings. “You were a hostage to a political faction.”
‘ah!’
Everyone looked wary at these words.
The political faction, Murim, was aiming to destroy the Hoshitamtam Cheonjihoe.
For them, there was nothing more likely to cause internal strife than a war of successors.
If Mok Gyeong-un had not really surrendered but still had a mission as a member of the political faction, there was a possibility for this suspicion.
-Slurp!
Jang Neungak said as he poured over his drink.
“If Confucius’ guess is wrong, please tell him he was wrong.”
Mok Gyeong-un scratched his head and responded to his words.
“You’re smarter than I thought.”
“You too…”
“But you guessed wrong.”
‘!?’
Jang Neungak frowned at those words.
And then he asked a question.
“Did I guess wrong?”
“yes. If your head gets complicated, you might think that way. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I really have nothing to do with political factions.”
“Are you asking me to believe that now?”
“Confucius is free to believe or not to believe. I just want the two of you to join forces. Only then will we be able to avoid any troublesome issues with the Archduke.”
“······.”
Hearing Mo Gyeong-un’s words, Jang Neung-ak’s eyes filled with doubt.
Since he had the advantage, he said exactly what he guessed to reveal his true feelings.
But is it really not true?
No, I don’t know.
Because I won’t say with my own mouth that I am a ganja of a political faction that is trying to shake up the society.
Then Mok Gyeong-un said.
“I guess it would be meaningless to recommend it verbally.”
-Park!
As soon as those words were finished, Jang Neung-ak’s henchmen, the true Ilak Ho Jong-hyuk, the evil Seo Hye-in, and the five evil Geoam Realms’ Jeo Mo-pal, raised their spirits and stood on guard.
Then Mok Gyeong-un sighed and smiled.
“You know that won’t stop you from doing that.”
“Are you really trying to threaten this prince?”
“Yes, if it were a threat, it would be a threat.”
-Park!
“this guy······.”
-bang!
Jeomopal tried to get up from his seat, but his head hit the table.
Before he knew it, Mo Kyung-un appeared behind him and was pressing down on his head.
As this happened in the blink of an eye, Ho Jong-hyuk decided that Mok Gyeong-un could never be stopped within this distance.
“Master…”
“Know.”
Mok Gyeong-un said upon seeing them like that.
“Are you going to accept it?”
Jang Neungak snorted and answered those words.
“Did you do this because you were confident that you could take care of yourself?”
“I don’t think that’s a problem Confucius would think about.”
“okay. I guess so. But you will have to endure that threat.”
“Can you afford it?”
“Even if this Confucius acknowledged your inaction, do you think he wouldn’t do anything to defend himself?”
At those words, Mok Kyung-un tilted his head and asked.
“I guess you have something hidden?”
Jang Neungak answered that question with a meaningful smile.
“Do you really think that among the forces that support this Confucius, there is no one who can deal with you?”
“Who are you going to deal with? no way?”
Mo Kyung-un’s expression soon hardened.
That was because he understood what Jang Neungak was saying.
The corner of Jang Neung-ak’s mouth turned up in a frown as he looked at Mo Kyung-un like this.
* * *
Just half an angle ago,
Jang Neung-ak gave an order to the warriors in Ha Seok.
[You guys should step back for now.]
[Yes, my lord?]
[He told me to stay back.]
[insect!]
It seemed like he just backed them off.
however,
– Gather all the warriors in the manor right now, and call in King Pabu Ho Taegang, Sujongju Go Yeonbaek, and Choeumgokju Hang Yeoryang.
There was one secret that only Jang Neung-ak’s henchmen and subordinates knew.
It was the introduction of whole sound.
Jang Neungak, who gained the support of Choeumgokju, learned Jeoneumipmil as a gift from her.
And this he found useful at times.
That was exactly the situation right now.
* * *
King Pabu (破斧王) Hotaegang.
He is one of the Five Kings and one of the Palseong (八星), who is said to be the highest leader of the current martial arts world.
He was one of the few masters of Hwagyeong in the Cheonjihoe and was the first to be recruited by Jang Neungak, his best force.
‘Did you think this Confucius would completely trust you?’
The opponent was a Hwagyeong expert.
If things went wrong, I didn’t know what the consequences would be.
Looking at what this guy was doing, it didn’t seem like he was afraid of his teacher, Hoeju, like the others.
If he had done that in the first place, he wouldn’t have done anything to defeat Go Yeon-hu, a member of the Five Tigers.
That’s why Jang Neungak called the best card he had.
The best expert who reached the level of flower cultivation long before Mok Gyeong-un.
‘Half angle. Suffice.’
This was enough time to call King Pabu.
King Pabu’s manor was located closest to the other officials.
We’ll probably arrive here soon.
“Who are you going to deal with? no way?”
Jang Neung-ak raised the corner of his mouth and said to Mok Gyeong-un, whose face was stiff.
“Do you think this Confucius would have let you sit nearby without even thinking about it? “You will have to take responsibility for what you brought upon yourself.”
“······As expected, you are not an average person.”
“You have to regret it now…”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you this?”
“what?”
what?
Does this guy not understand the situation?
Mok Kyung-un smiled and said to the puzzled man.
“A person who is very suspicious, no matter how secret the story is, he casually bites the subordinates around him and tells them to sit close to him without hesitation… “Did I just believe that?”
“You guy…”
“of course······.”
-Tuk-tuk!
Mok Kyung-un touched his head with his fingers and continued speaking.
“I thought of course you were preparing something.”
“······.”
“Is that right?”
To Mo Kyung-un’s words, Jang Neung-ak glared and responded in a low tone.
“As expected, you are clever. But do you think anything will change just because you know that now? Rather, even now…”
“Did you learn Jeonum from Choeumgokju?”
‘!?’
Jang Neungak, who was trying to look calm at that question, raised one of his eyebrows.
How on earth does this guy know that?
At his reaction, Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and said,
“I guess that’s right. Actually, I thought it might be possible since I promised to receive the support of the ultra-concert movement.”
“What the hell are you…”
It was just as Jang Neungak was about to say something.
-Jump!
Jang Neungak sensed someone entering the garden and smiled in remorse.
I don’t know how this guy, Mok Gyeong-un, knows about Jeon-eum, but anyway, once King Ho Tae-gang arrives, the situation is over.
however,
‘!?’
Jang Neungak’s expression hardened as he turned his gaze toward the garden entrance.
This was because he was not the King Pabu he had expected.
The person who entered the garden was none other than
‘Retirement?’
He was a confidant of the deceased Yiak Wi Maeng-cheon and one of the warriors sitting in the lower seat.
Seeing him suddenly come in, Jang Neung-ak was speechless.
This was because he had sent a close message to him and issued an order.
King Pabu didn’t come when he asked, so why is that guy…?
‘blood?’
But something was strange.
This was because Jong-im’s clothes were stained with blood.
Why is that guy looking like that?
“Did you handle it well?”
At that time, Mok Gyeong-un’s voice rang in my ears.
‘Did you handle it well?’
What is this…
-Park!
Jong-im, a confidant of the dead Wi Maeng-cheon, got down on one knee and responded by putting both hands together and making a gesture towards Mo Gyeong-un.
“master. “Everything was done as instructed.”
‘!!!!!!!’
As soon as he finished speaking, Jang Neungak’s face became horribly distorted.
What on earth is going on?
Why does that guy call Mok Gyeong-un his master?
He was perplexed, but before he knew it, he saw a strange gesture of recognition from behind him and someone placed a hand on his shoulder.
-Startle!
Jang Neungak was startled and tried to shake it off.
-Wow!
‘Huh?’
The pressure was so strong that I couldn’t even move my shoulders.
Then I heard a voice whispering from behind.
“What should I do if I receive news that is different from what I expected?”
This was Mo Gyeong-un’s voice.
When did this guy come after me?
“Yes, you!”
“Shh. Be quiet and relax your shoulders. “If you keep moving like that, your hand will become so strong that you’ll want to break it.”
– Creepy!
At the sound of laughter that accompanied those words, Jang Neungak instantly got goosebumps all over his body.
Where did it all go wrong?
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