Episode 51. Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter (3)
Puck poop.
Fall is over and the snowy winter has returned.
One day, Nanning, the capital of Guangxi Province, took off autumn and wore winter in pure white.
“Whoa-.”
Smoke from a smoking pipe leaks from the side of his pale face, as if painted in powder.
Is it like a marble floor? The winter light, reflected on the snowy floor like a carpet, faded and overlapped like a haze on the face of a man exuding decadent beauty.
Is it because of that?
The face of Beijing Gyeong-hon, who had become a full-fledged adult over the years, looked even paler.
This is Daedojeilmun (大刀第一門), the largest apostolic sect in Nannyeong. One of the few Buk-Ri Gyeong-Hon patronage schools.
Swoop.
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon crouched down in front of his half-brother and successor, Buk-ri-gyeong-do, who was dying under the wall. Kreuk kreuk, even spewing bubbles of blood, now even if Daera Shinseon comes, he will not be able to save him.
beside him -.
“this… … so three… … Dany.”
A young man with a short stature and slim figure, wearing a red military uniform.
He was mercilessly dropping four gourds under his torn eyes and around his waist. It was Seomunbyeok, one of the thirty factions who rushed to kill Danyuseong in Zhejiang the other day.
Just like then, he felt as if his mind had been dislocated.
At that time, I also felt that Danyuseong was Seungryong, not Jamryong… … .
‘I became a master several times higher than Danyuseong at the time, that Bukri Gyeonghon.’
But more than that, there was another root cause behind all these defeats and failures.
I was sure to succeed, no, I laid out several overlapping schemes that should have succeeded… … As if he was playing with all of them right in front of his eyes, the North Ri Gyeong-hon destroyed them all.
The result was this.
Almost all the personnel who infiltrated to ‘work’ today, including Buk-ri Gyeong-do, were lying red on the snow.
Is it only this?
There were not only one or two forces of the Northern Ligyeongdo and the Northern Ligyeong-gum that were devastated this winter.
Starting with Akssi Family, Gueumgung Palace, Cheoneumhansa Temple,… … .
No, no.
That’s not important now.
Preface Byeok bit his trembling lips with all his might and let the question flow.
“How did you know… … cow?”
“Since that side was fierce enough to die, shouldn’t this side be just as fierce?”
Gyeong-Hon Buk-Ri wiped his blood-soaked palms on Buk-Ri-Kyong-Do’s coat as if he was washing his hands and wiping water after coming back from the back room, and then continued to talk.
“… … Said the Buddha, the dragon of a man to kill.”
The dragon to kill, the Buddha.
Preface Byeok understood that there was a bookkeeper with the surname Yong behind Buk-ri Gyeong-hon.
“Who is it, the one with the Dragon family name?”
An unknown person. Still, a complete defeat at Jimo.
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon laughed faintly.
“You are in debt. He is also a drug addict.”
Looking at the west gate wall in puzzlement, Buk-Ri Gyeong-Hon lit another cigarette, put it in his mouth, and pounded it.
“Yoge. You owe me a lot for this.”
“… … Did you just buy the information with that?”
“Buy information?”
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon tilted his head.
“What information? Ah, how did you know that the second brother and the fourth were going to sneak in here like rats and catch me and kill me?”
second brother?
One simple word shocked the preface wall.
If it is the second brother of Buk-ri Gyeong-hon,
‘I also know the existence of the Northern Gyeongsang… … The moment the preface wall recognizes ‘Ah!?’
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon picked up the lute-shaped sword that fell beside the Buk-ri gyeong-do, who had died completely before he knew it.
The sword, which emits a soft verdigris light, was the Chook Hwalyeong Sword. A peerless treasured sword made by melting Chook Hwalyeongpae, one of the ten treasured treasures in the world, and an heirloom from Bukri Gyeongdo’s mother’s family.
The moment I felt that I was taking it-.
thru thr.
The new model of Buk-ri Gyeong-hon slid backwards like a ghost.
A ghost preview that has reached its peak.
and-.
Aaaah king!
A cyan-colored line was drawn in the air with a sound like a ghost crying. all the way to the opposite wall.
Kwajak, Fuuk-.
A dull sound that pierced the wall was followed by a dull sound that cut through the flesh.
“It’s not that I don’t use my hands because I don’t know where the rats are. It just bothered me so I just left it for a while.”
clattering.
The wall collapsed, revealing the figure of the person behind it.
North Ridge Police, his eyes were wide open in surprise. Of course, the Chook Bow Ryeongsword was stuck in his chest.
“… … this person! Chewable bastard… … this.”
“Furejasik is originally going to chew on the six packs of chumps. Isn’t that how you’re a bastard, bro? and.”
Whoa, Buk-ri Gyeong-hon took a sip of a cigarette and exhaled it at the distorted face of Buk-ri Gyeong-gum.
“If the landlord sneaks at home, how many rats hidden in the house, will it be a flesh? Isn’t that the logic of Furea?”
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“… … this person!”
“Isn’t it natural that half of your kids are garbage?”
“… … Hey, be careful what you say… … la! Ooh, we pride ourselves… … high true… … I’m of Buk-ri blood, unlike you!”
Pick, the sound of wind escaping from the mouth of Buk-ri Gyeong-hon.
“Oh, is that so? Then be careful, what. Half of your kids aren’t trash. Is this okay?”
“this person!”
His bloodshot eyes looked like he wanted to refute something more, but the North Korean police officer was unable to say anything. Just like a man with a knife in his heart.
“f*cking is not necessarily a bad thing. Even if you’re not of Buk-ri blood and a bastard like a dog, isn’t it better than you and idiots like your younger brother over there?”
Hu-wook, Buk-ri Gyeong-hon, who opens his mouth to show his teeth and blows smoke. Soon after, he passed through the chest of the Bukri Gyeongsword, passed through the heart, and pulled out the Chook Hwalyeong Sword that had been piercing the back.
hairy.
It was the end of the North Ridge Police, who were waiting for an opportunity while holding their breath behind the wall.
The two rivals who had been arguing for the position of the next First Lord of the Apostles disappeared in one place.
“The world is beyond words. It is not a place to live, but a place to die. That’s why idiots like you are happy to die today.”
“… … That, am I going to become a bum who will die today and be happy?”
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon shook off the sword stained with the blood of two half-brothers and turned the new model back.
The preface wall, which seemed to have escaped life, stood there. His lips were no longer quivering.
“no.”
Buk-Ri Gyeong-Hon’s short reply made the preface wall’s lips tremble slightly, but it soon stopped.
“Then how can I live?”
“What are you asking about? Isn’t that obvious?”
Pan… … one?
Looking at the preface wall, which was puzzled again, Buk-ri Gyeong-hon threw away his smoked cigarette and said, reading his temple with tak-tak.
“Yoge. Mortgage this only, to me.”
The head is mortgaged.
The meaning is so self-evident.
Even so, Seomunbyeok, on the contrary, regained his usual expression and even changed his tone of voice.
“Is that all you need in this situation?”
“This situation? What do you mean by this situation?”
“Bukri… … All of Confucius’ skills have been revealed, and the succession structure is being shaken to its roots by Northern Li Confucius. Soon, everyone in the First Apostles will know what you have done.”
“Wrong.”
Buk-Ri Gyeong-Hon caused the ‘Curse of Degradation Magol’ and lit a cigarette and said.
“You’re the only one who knows, isn’t it the first series of apostles?”
“… … !”
It was only then that Seomunbyeok realized that Bukri Gyeonghon had kept him alive to capture him.
No, more definitely… … .
I knew that I had been thoroughly beaten by ‘a certain dragon and Buddha’.
he must have tipped If you smash the forces of the Buk-ri Gyeong-gum and the Buk-ri-gyeong-do in one way or another, the preface wall will bow its head on its own.
As expected -.
Chin, Suck.
Seomunbyeok put his knees on the floor one after another and bowed his head, swearing allegiance to Bukri Gyeonghon. And then I thought again. That Mr. Yong’s bookkeeper would have predicted this, and that’s why he was thorough.
Looking down at the west gate wall, Buk-ri Gyeong-hon put a cigarette in his mouth and smiled whitely.
“As expected, a smoking pipe is better for me. rather than cigarettes.”
The wall of the west gate lifted its head with a bow and looked up at Buk-ri Gyeong-hon, then went away.
“I will make the best smoking pipe. main… … army.”
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thirty pieces
□ Buk-Ri Gyeong-Hon
○ Basic information
– 29 years old, 5 feet 6-7 inches tall (about 170 cm)
– A handsome man with a pale complexion but exuding a dangerous atmosphere.
– At first glance, she has a beautiful face that can be mistaken for a woman. Her hair is dark red and long, and her physique is also very slender, so if you see her from behind, be aware that she is a woman without fail.
○ Special Issue: Mad Spirit Shooter (狂混邪手)
○ Affiliation and Origin
– Currently, the lord of the First Federation of Sado and the third son of the lord of Northern Risega, the third son of Hyeon-do of North Ri
○ Classification: Samurai
– Inaction: Unable to understand.
– Weapon: Pipe, Sword
-Main martial arts: It is assumed that he learned mainly the martial arts of the North Rise family. Phalaenopsis dream sword, ghost preview, etc.
○ Major bad business: None identified.
○ Special note: It is not clear what he smokes, but it is rare to take a pipe from his mouth. Presumably, a type of narcotic, such as hyacinth, was manufactured and smoked in the form of tobacco.
It is the third of Bukri-hyeondo, but rumors that it is not a deficit have been confirmed.
For that reason, it is extremely disadvantageous in the competition for the next Sado Jeilyeonju with the eldest daughter Bukri Gyeonghwa, the second son Bukri Gyeonggeom, and the third son Bukri Gyeongdo.
However, there is a story that the First Lord of Sado made a pact to hand down the position of the First Lord of Sado without any conditions to the child who wins the Taesamdaejeon this time, but it is very credible.
○ Hwa-pyeon: (A picture of Buk-ri Gyeong-hon squatting and puffing his pipe, embroidering round wagashi-shaped clouds in the air.)
“A bear pipe? primrose? what’s the problem? The son of a bitch in this district is me right?”
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– Weapon: Pipe, Sword
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– Weapon: Chook Hwalyeong Danjuk
○ Special: … … (strategy)… … Extremely unfavorable in the next Sadojeilyeonju competition with the eldest daughter Bukri Gyeonghwa, the second son Bukri Gyeonggeom, and the third son Bukri Gyeongdo.
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○ Special: … … (strategy)… … Due to the sudden deaths of the second son Bukri Gyeong-gum and the third son Buk-ri Gyeong-do, only the eldest daughter Buk-ri Gyeong-hwa becomes the only competitor.
In addition, it seems that Seomun Byeok of the Seomun family, one of the largest factions in the first series of apostles, became the henchman of Gyeonghon Bukri.
This seems to be one step closer to the succession structure.
In history, Seomunbyeok, who was the general commander of the first series of apostles and the guiding force of the Gwangsa Reok Honma (狂邪逆混魔) Bukri Gyeonghon, became his confidant, again.
Due to this, a twisted and twisted wheel of history has returned to its original trajectory. Except for the fact that it’s so damn fast compared to before.
It was when the snow was falling, and it was the inflection point that occurred in the south on the last day of the year.
However, winter is not over yet.
Just the year has changed.
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First day of the new year.
A young man came to Buk-ri Gyeong-hon.
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon said to him.
“Is that Qingye Danzhu, or Haowen’s real life?”
Gonbung, a man who became a cheongye danju at an unprecedentedly young age, answered.
“It’s not Haomen’s powerhouse, but it’s true that he’s in charge of Haomen’s intelligence.”
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon brusquely sucked a sip of cigarette and then opened it.
“Whoa-. Then the real estate is right. If you take away the information from a group like Hao Mun, what is left?”
Gonbung bizarrely twisted his cheeks and shook his head.
“A lot has changed. Yesterday’s Haomen, today’s Haomen, and tomorrow’s Haomen will be completely different.”
‘Hey, Hao-wen was really big,’ said Bei Li Gyeong-hon, who nodded lightly, puffing out smoke.
“Hu-, then, can you listen to what you want from the great Haomen now?”
“No. What we want is Buk-ri Gyeong-hon, your stable succession to the First Reunion Lord.”
“therefore-.”
Chi-Ik and Buk-Ri Gyeong-Hon threw a cigarette on the floor and extinguished it.
“What do you want when I become the First Apostle?”
Gonbung smiled as he waved his hand to expel the remaining smoke.
Gonbung said while looking at Bei-ri Gyeong-hon, who somehow recalled the familiar figure of someone from that smile.
“The lord said so.”
“If you are the lord… … Are you referring to Hao Wenju?”
Gonbong shook his head again.
“Besides friends.”
“Master and friend. Kkeuk. A terrible relationship. So, what did he say?”
Gonbung took out a million-nyang slip from his bosom and held it out, smiling again. Just like that familiar smile.
“The reward for a job well done is that it has already been done.”
“The reward for a job well done is that you have already done it?”
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon, who had chewed the words over a couple of times, twitched his nose, showing his white teeth.
“Quack. You know what kind of a bastard I am. I wonder if you say such irresponsible things, your lord.”
Bei-Li Gyeong-Hon looked straight at Gonbung and smiled subtly.
“That’s it, Yongcho and… … isn’t it?”
“Yes, not at all. I don’t know, but every time you say Yongchorang, I’m sure my stomach turns upside down. Whoops.”
“Cluck, then what’s your real name?”
“Sweet milk… … except for no I gave up my real name for a while, and now I live under a different name for a reason.”
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon knew that Gonbung was deliberately hiding his current name. But he didn’t ask any further. Instead, the question was redirected.
“When can we meet?”
“I haven’t seen you in over a year.”
“1 year? You mean I didn’t see it last winter?”
“exactly.”
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon nodded and took 1 million nyang. Then she lit a new cigarette and looked at the thicker snowflakes.
“His one-year hibernation.”
It’s not far from Taesamdaejeon, but I’m already looking forward to it.
Hearing the low back talk, Gonbung shook his head repeatedly.
“It is not hibernation. Isn’t sleeping in boiling lava called hibernation?”
“In lava? Are you under a volcano? Why are you there?”
Gonbung’s answer to the stormy three consecutive questions was simple.
“I went to get something.”
“Into the lava?”
Gonbung smiled strangely again at Buk-ri Gyeong-hon, who tilted his head.
“There are things that only live there, so it makes no sense.”
“Cluck. So, can we expect more?”
“Okay, let’s come. I wonder if I can really express everything with the word expectation.”
“Is that enough?”
“I can be sure of one thing.”
“… … .”
“On the day he returns to Xi’an, there will be a seismic shift in Murim.”
“Huuu, seismic shift? Will there be a volcanic eruption? cluck.”
Ji Ji-jik and Buk-ri Gyeong-hon took a sip of the cigarette they had been asking for and then rubbed it off with their feet.
“Then I must be one of the natural disasters. To bond with someone like a volcanic eruption.”
Buk-ri Gyeong-hon raised his hand and greeted Gonbung roughly, and then went out.
In celebration of the new year, the snow began to fall even more heavily, and Buk-ri Gyeong-hon, the next leading candidate for Sado First Yeonju, headed to the training room with a smoke pipe.
With the final words, “It will be like a typhoon or a storm.”
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Pogrure-.
As the years go by, rings grow on trees and wrinkles on people’s faces.
1 year again.
The last year marks the culmination of a five-year single road that stretches to all corners of the country.
I am… … .
Pogrure-.
