Episode 72
There was a sword scent
“You naughty girl.”
“?”
Yoo Su-min and Sima Seon-ui were guided to the same guest house.
But as soon as he took off his uncomfortable uniform and changed into comfortable clothes, Yoo Soo-min suddenly let out a mischievous smile.
A question mark appeared above Sima Xian’s head.
“Just pretend you don’t know.”
“??”
“Do you really intend to hold on to him till the end?”
“???”
Sima Xian’s expression was as if he really had no idea what was going on.
Yoo Su-min beat his chest hard as if he was frustrated.
“You, you!”
“???”
“You’ve been watching Prince Yunhui the whole time! Did you think I didn’t know?”
“!”
Sima Xian’s eyes widened slightly.
There was a playfulness rolling around in Yoo Su-min’s eyes.
I felt like I had to clear up any misunderstandings first.
“No. Something like that.”
“What the heck? Anyway, the gentle cat was the first to climb up to the roof, and he kept shouting that he only knew swords, and then he got really into it.”
“I said no, really.”
“You never took your eyes off of Prince Yunhui. Didn’t Prince Yunhui notice it? I was really embarrassed.”
“therefore-“
“Well, Prince Yunhwi was quite handsome, wasn’t he? He had a sad face that seemed to provoke maternal love that made you want to protect him, but he also had a mysterious and strange aura that made it hard to approach him.”
“I don’t-”
“Haha! Don’t worry though. It’s not my taste. I won’t touch what you like.”
“Not really-”
“What should I do? Can this older sister become Wolha Noin for once? I think I can ask Gyujin older sister.”
‘You’re not listening to me at all!!’
Sima Xian wanted to jump up and down in place.
Yoo Su-min was a really good friend in many ways.
Because I always took her around to places even though she had no talent for talking or socializing.
If it weren’t for Yoo Su-min, Sima Xian would never have made a single proper friend and would have always been locked up in the mountain lodge, polishing his sword.
But even with such a good personality, Yoo Su-min had one flaw.
The problem was that sometimes I would get caught up in my own thoughts and start to run wild, and I couldn’t control it.
In times like this, no matter how I tried to persuade him, it just wouldn’t work.
Of course, Sima Xian admitted that he had made a mistake.
Looking back now, I think I was staring at Un-Hwi so intently that it was rude.
But, contrary to Yoo Soo-min’s thoughts, it wasn’t because of rational emotions.
‘That guy had the scent of a sword. Clearly.’
Sima Xian has liked only two things since he was young.
One is the flowers planted all over the estate.
And the other one.
‘knife.’
The flowers that my father carefully tended to in various flower beds had different appearances each season, and just looking at them brightened my heart.
Especially when I smelled the scent of flowers, I felt like I was walking in a dream.
And the sword also resembled this flower.
The more you take care of a flower and the more love you pour into it, the more beautiful it becomes.
However, if you give it too much affection, the flower will wither or the roots will rot.
It was the same with kendo.
The more you hold the sword, the sharper it becomes, but on the other hand, if you sink too deeply into the sword, your field of vision narrows and your skills actually regress.
So her father always sat her down and talked to her.
You should cultivate your sword like a flower, but sometimes you should know how to keep your distance.
And sometimes pruning is necessary, so don’t try to do it alone; ask others for advice.
From then on, Sima Xian steadily practiced his sword and often fought swordsmanship with other people.
It was to objectively evaluate one’s own abilities, identify what one lacks, and improve upon it.
However, there was just one rule before fighting the sword.
The opponent must also be a swordsman.
Since sword fighting is literally an act of sword fighting, there is nothing that can be of much help unless you are a swordsman.
In that respect, the Un-Hwi I met in Do Seong-Hyeon was not a good opponent to fight with a sword.
Successor of the Tangmun Gwangpungdae Guryong Branch.
Just looking at these listed words, aren’t they far from the sword?
So, all I could think was that there were people like this…
The problem came right after that.
‘Why did I sense the scent of a sword from Prince Yunhui? He clearly had never handled a sword before?’
The scent of the sword is a scent that only those who have received the sword’s love can give off.
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It was like a supernatural ability that only the Sima clan of Cheonghwasanjang could possess for generations.
Cheongcheon Sword Master gathered only those who exuded such a sword fragrance and created today’s Cheonghwasanjang.
On the other hand, Sima Xian only sought out those who gave off the scent of a sword and aimed his sword at them.
It was to complete my own strong sword scent.
But I can’t believe I smelled that kind of sword scent from Unhwi.
It was a miracle.
It would have been understandable if the Dang Gyu-jin siblings had given off a sword scent.
Because they had Namgung Se-ga as their maternal relatives.
But wasn’t Yun-Hwi their half-brother?
That is, there was absolutely no reason to feel the scent of the sword.
And yet, the scent of a sword wafted in, and it was the true scent of a sword that only appears on very well-sharpened swords.
I wanted to know why.
What is the true identity of that Jin Geum Hyang?
If my father had been there, I would have asked him why, but since he wasn’t, I just observed him carefully-
“This won’t work. I’ll have to go straight to the Blue House, since I’ll be pulling out the bull’s horn in one go.”
Yoo Su-min suddenly got up from his seat.
He was very energetic.
“…Why there?”
“Why, why? I should go to Gyujin and ask her what Prince Yunhwi likes. And I should also check to see if he’s seeing anyone.”
“!!”
No! Stop!
Sima Xian hurriedly reached out his hand to stop Yu Su-min.
“Look at this! You wanted to go too, right?”
“!?”
Yoo Soo-min, who took that as a signal to take her with him, quickly grabbed her wrist.
Sima Xian’s face was filled with embarrassment.
“that-“
“Okay. Let’s go quickly.”
Yoo Su-min displayed his lightness technique.
It was the season of the Amipa, the season of the gods wandering about.
‘Ahhhh!’
Sima Xian had to flutter like a kite in the wind for a long time.
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“Little sect leader-“
“Calm down-“
The urgent voices of the ghosts were heard.
It seemed like my expression wasn’t very good.
“Confucius?”
Especially, even Dang-gon, who was standing next to him, tilted his head.
I looked back at him, smiling quietly.
“Huh? Why?”
“I’m sorry if I offended you… No.”
I did my best.
To try to keep my emotions as secret as possible.
Since I had a history of not being able to control my emotions after interrogating Baek-san, I tried my best not to do that this time.
But… isn’t that easy?
“It seems that Chilchotalmyeong also sensed something strange from Confucius. However, for now, it is only at the level of curiosity or suspicion, so if you are going to make a decision, it seems like you should make it now.”
Onma’s cold advice rang in my ears.
Gu Min-chae also suspects me.
Perhaps he means that he suspects Dang Yun-hwi of being the culprit behind Baek-san’s death.
But if I continued to act suspiciously like this, I might start to suspect something bigger.
For example, ‘Dangunhwi’ might be ‘that Unhwi’.
So I had to make a decision before that.
Are you going to subdue Guminchae right here?
Or are you just going to pretend you don’t know and send them away as is?
If you become the former, you can feel better immediately.
But all plans go awry.
The Northern Sea Lord might not come right away and try another trick, or he might call more troops from Tian Shan.
‘Not yet. Hold on. Just a little longer.’
I decided to go with the latter, because I couldn’t afford to mess things up.
But my anger towards that guy, which was boiling like an active volcano, was not subsiding at all, and I felt like I was going crazy.
Eventually, Gu Min-chae also felt something strange and was about to twitch one of her eyebrows.
“So you’re that arrogant brat!”
A sudden, thunderous echo from the sky.
It was a six-way battle based on profound aerodynamics.
“!!”
“!!”
“!!”
Me, Danggon, Guminchae, the family members of Guryongbunga, and the disciples of Geumgeommun all looked up at the sky with astonishment.
Something that boasted boundless spirit fell like a meteor shower.
“Little Leader, please take refuge!”
“Avoid it!!”
But there was no way to avoid it.
I quickly turned my body around in accordance with the principles of the warrior’s spirit and stretched my hands forward.
Then, one of the quick-witted ghosts took the spear of the Geumgeommundo nearby and placed it in my hand.
Okay!
The Twelve Spears of the Tiger
Black tiger coming out of the cave
A whirlwind mixed with the Black Dragon’s energy was loaded onto the tiger’s claws.
A sword strike rang out over the spear’s blade.
Kwaaaaang!
An explosion that sounded like a grenade going off, not like the sound of metal clashing.
I forced myself to exert strength and direct the shock wave to the side, despite the excruciating pain that made me think my arm was going to fall off.
Ugh!
He had suffered an internal injury and had to forcefully swallow the blood that was rising up his throat.
Damn it! Danghosan and this raider too, why can’t I have a proper day off these days?
Kwarrrrung-
The ground sank.
The remains of the pottery scattered in all directions, raising a large cloud of dust.
Pass!
Golden eyes revealed through the clouds of dust obscuring the view.
It was as if the eyes of a lion hunting its prey were tearing at me with such fierceness that it gave me a tremendous sense of pressure.
I looked at it wondering if it was the North Sea spirit that Gu Min-chae had brought, but its aura was very different from that of the Bingbaek Demon.
“This, this-”
“What the hell is this-”
People unconsciously swallowed their saliva and took a couple of steps back.
The grooms were sweating profusely trying to calm the startled horses.
and.
Hit the button!
Countless shadows rose over the roof and walls of the manor.
Everyone’s expressions are tense.
Each of them was holding a secret weapon in their hand.
They were warriors of Jeongpunggak.
I moved hurriedly, wondering if there had been an enemy attack.
Danggon raised his hand in a hurry to signal a halt to the attack.
Because it wasn’t the time yet.
Soon, the area was filled with other guests who came to check on the situation.
Dang Gyu-jin, Yoo Su-min, Sima Seon, etc.
But strangely, the look in Sima Xian’s eyes as he looked at me was not ordinary.
As if trying to find out something.
Gooooo!
At that moment, the lion’s murderous spirit created a whirlwind.
As if by magic, the dust cloud cleared away, revealing the attacker.
There, right there, was a beast with its hair hanging down carelessly like a lion’s mane.
His clothes were covered in dust and tattered, as if he had run a long distance in a hurry, and he looked like a beggar, but perhaps it was his ferocious murderous intent that made him look even more ferocious.
“Huh, gasp!”
“That guy-”
“Why is a nobleman who should be in Guizhou here!?”
Everyone who recognized him was shocked.
Jeongpunggak is also embarrassed.
Because he was never the kind of person who would move so easily.
After all, he was the greatest martial artist in Guizhou.
“They say that the Gwangpungnanhyeop gave birth to beautiful children. It really is true! They are good enough to hit my worthless disciple’s head on!”
I put the window on the floor and took the lottery ticket.
“The head of the Guryong branch family, Malhak (末學) Dang Yunhui, greets the supreme figure of Guizhou martial arts world and the master of the Lion School, the great swordsman of Dao Wang Wei Zhi.”
The Lion King, the Lion King, and the Lioness King.
He smiled wickedly, one corner of his mouth curling up.
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