Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Episode 105. Don’t hit me with sweets

. Not all beggars are the same.

For example, the beggars of the open world, although they sucked, learned martial arts and went around like a breakwater.

The Chongta of Opening is located in Nanjing, but each large city has a Bunta to manage the beggars.

Of course, there is also a blow to the opening of the opening.

Gaebang Buntaju is also an elder of opening as a drunkard.

Sogwanggae was a disciple of drunken dog, and he was an eccentric man with a photon in his name.

Of course, it’s normal that there is no one to say anything even if you step on it, not a rip-off.

However, he was criticized for hitting him on the head with a gourd. It was also for a young, blue-eyed guy.

When Sogwanggae showed hostility, the three big beggars also opened their eyes to his left and right.

Yeonjeokha looked at Sogwanggae with indifferent eyes and said.

“Does a proud man hit a child? Where can a guy with no money and no pride shake his mouth?”

“No, by the way, who did this young bastard keep hitting the kid? Gently poke your head with a gourd…”

“Did you shave it?”

As the boy persisted in his bite, Sogwanggae let out a loud noise.

“You son of a bitch! There’s a fuss about who hit who from earlier! yes i hit it! So what are you going to do? Are you a member of that asshole’s family? How can a guy who can’t even take responsibility be so intellectual!”

Sogwanggae went out confidently because he was the protector of beggars.

“I mean, don’t hit a kid who can’t resist just because he’s responsible. Are you responsible for hitting me at any time while holding me? Is that your responsibility!”

Yeonjeokha glared at the opponent.

Looking at the young beggar reminded me of the past when I was beaten. That made me even more angry.

“Then take the handsome guy with you. If you don’t have the confidence to take responsibility, don’t be fooled. Because I hate people who speak only of their mouths the most. Got it?”

Along with the horse, the small dog brought its face closer to the boy.

Usually, if you provoke it to this extent, the opponent will get tired of the smell and withdraw or draw their swords. What Sogwanggae wanted now was for the boy to draw his sword. The bigger the job, the bigger the money to extort from the other person.

slam!

With a crackling sound, the small light dog’s head jerked around.

In an instant, not only Sogwanggae, but also the three beggars around him were hardened like statues. It was because I had never seen Sogwang-gae beaten like this in broad daylight.

Even the shamans of Gae-bong do not touch Sogwang-gae. Some of the martial arts of Sogwanggae are excellent, but it is because he is afraid of the drunken dog behind him.

As it turns out, the reason Sogwanggae pushed his face without any countermeasures was because of that kind of confidence.

A swear word came out of the furious mouth of Sogwanggae.

“You crazy bastard!”

slam!

At the same time, So-Gwang-Gae’s head turned to the other side.

So-gwang-gae, who was about to have a seizure in shame, suddenly stepped back.

‘What’s the fuck?’

No matter how careless I was, I was hit in the face twice.

It means that the opponent is not an ordinary shaman’s Gongja.

Now I had to throw away the thought of trying to extort money by clinging to it like a water ghost.

“I am a small dog of openness. Who the hell are you?”

“why? That’s right, are you coming to your senses now?”

“I asked who you are.”

Sogwanggae glared at the boy and gnashed his teeth.

How dare you slap your own cheek?

Even his teacher, Chwigeolsingae, did not do that.

Moreover, having been beaten in front of his subordinates, Sogwanggae almost fainted.

“What does a guy who hits children know my name?”

The shivering hermit dog shouted at the beggars.

“You guys are missing!”

He bit back the three beggars and slowly raised the baton.

Boom bung bung-.

As the rod moved in earnest, the sound of a swarm of wasps flying was heard.

Subsequently, a baton called the batting stick fell over the head of the Yeonjeokha.

Boo Woo-.

Cheerit.

The sound of the sword being pulled out of the sword holster rang briefly.

And the batting stick, which was cut into pieces, fell between Sogwanggae and Yeonjeokha.

thump.

“Hut!”

An urgent scream escaped from Sogwanggae’s mouth.

The sword of the opponent who cut the batting stick was touching the throat.

I only saw him kicking the sword once, so how did the batting stick get cut?

He couldn’t believe what had happened to him.

Even though his black batting stick was made of heukiron wood, it could withstand even swords.

“Say it again. Who said that he was only alive?”

“They were all talking about me. The guy I shot a child with and only bought a snout is also me. Please don’t kill me. yes? lol.”

“…”

As Yeon Jeok-ha gazed at him, So-gwang-gae became even more upset.

clap.

Like a lightning bolt, he spoke briefly while holding a lead sword.

“Bring the little boy.”

“yes? yes yes.”

Sogwanggae lowered his tail, not befitting the name of a crazy beggar. Looking at that, it seems like the saying that even crazy things are done while watching the other person.

The adult beggars rushed in and brought the little beggar to the front of Yeonjeokha.

Yeonjeokha asked the kid.

“Kid, are you going to continue to live here being beaten? Or will you follow me?”

The kid just hesitated as if he was embarrassed.

“There is nothing to be afraid of those beggars. You can do whatever you want.”

“…will you live here?”

Yeonjeokha carefully examined the kid’s up and down.

He was snarky, but his health didn’t seem too bad.

“okay. Go see.”

Even though Yeonjeokha beckoned him to go, the little boy did not move.

The hesitant kid said in a crawling sound.

“…a penny, please.”

He took out a hermit from the arms of the enemy and held it in the child’s hand.

“thank you!”

The little boy said goodbye to his broken back and ran to the other beggars.

Sogwanggae approached Yeonjeokha, who was staring blankly at the child’s back.

“Well, Confucius, if you stop going now…

”

“yes.”

“Kids aren’t even beaten with sweets (糖東 fruit candy).”

“Yes yes. I will keep that in mind.”

Yeonjeokha, who had been glaring at Sogwanggae, walked away.

Gucheonno also followed him with a heartache.

Sogwang-gae crouched down and began to pick up the pieces of the mallet stick that had been cut into pieces.

one of the beggars asked in a low, subdued voice.

“What should I do with those two?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know? put the kids And dig a little behind them to see what they are doing.”

“yes.”

A few beggars disappeared from their seats.

After a while, Sogwang-gae, who was holding a piece of batting stick and inspecting it, tilted his head.

No matter how you look at it, this is not something that can be cut into four pieces with a single knife.

‘Who are you…’

***

Toji Shrine outside the opening.

An old beggar, apparently in his sixties, is examining a piece of a club that has been cut off, turning it around. It was So Gwang-gae’s teacher and the owner of the opening bunta, Drunk Geol Shin-gae.

“her! I don’t know at all. Is it true that the batting stick was cut into four pieces by one sword?”

“Because it is. Will I talk nonsense to Master when I grow old?”

“A guy with no blood on his head did this?”

“Yes. Ask how many times Don’t play with it like you’re kissing a dead child, but tell me what happened.”

“Hum-hum, he’s in a hurry. This is a typed swordsman, simultaneously cutting the castle.”

“One time?”

“okay. at once.”

“I’m at the age where there’s not even blood on my head. Is that possible?”

“Inseok-ah. If the blood dries up in your head, you die.”

“I’m not kidding, Master. He looked a lot lower than me.”

“Strength is not in order of age. Isn’t that the case just looking at you right now? You are also on the axis of doing some of the later indexes. I’m older than you, but not one or two of my minions.”

“A person like me is strong at an understandable level. Because he looked like a real kid. Master should have seen him too…”

As Sogwanggae spoke with a straight face, a deep voice flowed from the drunken dog’s mouth.

“Hmm!”

It certainly doesn’t make sense given the age.

This level of swordsmanship is possible only when it is at the level of Gunjageom (Uicheonmun Munju). No school other than Chilpai could raise such a master in his teens.

“If you care that much, try to pry behind all the beggars from the opening.”

“You want everyone to mobilize?”

“okay. All.”

The eyes of a drunken dog turned to the cut batting stick.

I get goosebumps looking at the black ironwood that has been cut to even length.

‘Could it be that he is a famous religious leader?’

Other than the superpowers of famous schools, nothing came to mind.

The psychic powers of famous religions seemed much more plausible than the absurd assumptions like Banrohwandong.

‘If a famous school raised such a boy master…’

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this era was the dark period of Moorim.

Open is an organization created to prevent beggars from starving or being beaten to death. Occasionally they go in groups and do the truth and extort money, but they did not commit any evil.

Although he is being pointed at by noble members of the Justice League, he lives with an agreement.

So, the drunk girl wished that the unidentified boy had nothing to do with the famous school.

“And why are you beating a young man and making him grow old? Did I teach you by beating you? My bastard can’t even get hit, so why beat the kid!”

“Oh really! I didn’t hit you! I was just standing there blankly, so I heard a bit of a knock on the head with a gourd, but it wasn’t painful enough.”

“Ah, you stuffy bastard! I heard that you can live with foxes but not with bears. You beat a six-year-old on the head with a gourd and then tease your snout about what you did well? Your head is a rock, so it won’t hurt. If I hear that you hit the kids again, I’ll break your leg!”

“Wow! It’s really unfortunate. A little bit of a gourd… It’s really a little bit like that…”

“That bear-like guy is still like that. I heard that guy told me not to hit him even with sweets? If you tell me not to do it, don’t do it! Then, if you get caught again later, why don’t you know that your limbs could be cut off like that!”

When the drunken dog became really angry, Sogwang-gae lowered his eyes.

He was the one who told me not to hit him even with sweets, so I didn’t know what was going to happen back then.

***

Luoyang Dongfeng Lien Temple.

Wolha Church.

late night.

Two middle-aged women were sitting across from each other at a table. It was Baek Mi-ju, who secretly visited her with Wolha Seonja, the head of the Wolha school.

The person who landed on the moon looked at Paljuryeong and Baekmiju on the table alternately with strange eyes. It was the first time in the history of the famous religious sect that this was dedicated to a political shamanic song.

“Did you say white rice wine?”

“yes.”

“Do you know what this object is for?”

“I do not know. However, an official from the upper side said that if you take this, you can ask for money or a wish…” A

strange smile appeared on the lips of the person who landed on the moon.

“Whoops. I will teach you especially how to use the object. If you still want to make an offering after hearing it, I will grant your wish.”