Tangmunjeon - Chapter 378



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Tangmunjeon Episode 378

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Amidst the laughter and chatter, only the inside of the house was quiet.

After a long moment of imperfect silence, Namgung Myung opened his mouth again.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Namgung Myung’s voice was still calm.

As the head of a large family, he should be able to control his emotions and govern his mind. In the meantime, Dang Mu-jin realized that Namgung Myung had grown a little more.

Of course, Namgung Myung’s ability to maintain composure was not purely a result of cultivation and growth.

Namgung Myung heard the story of his father through his friends, and when he returned to Namgung Sega, he heard the whole story from his uncle. He had known for a long time that his father would go to the Demonic Cult.

That’s why I had an inkling that this day would come.

It was a decision made a long time ago, as my father would not surrender to the Demonic Cult, and I would not be able to bring it down alone.

The Kunlun School’s Taoist master answered cautiously.

“My father used to stay between the Demonic Cult and Kunlun Mountain, in the wilderness and grasslands, and fight for life and death. He never shied away from difficult fights, and even after dangerous and bloody battles, he always won. In this way, he walked the path of martial arts, endlessly refining himself.”

“Did your father achieve success?”

“There are no masters in the Kunlun Sect, so no one can accurately measure my father’s achievements. Furthermore, my father was not the type to boast about his achievements. However, I believe that my father must have achieved great things. Otherwise, the demonic cult members would not have had a hard time.”

The answer came back a little hazy, but definitely positive.

When Namgung Myung nodded, this time Hyungong asked the Taoist a question.

“How did you collect the sword and the body? The Demonic Cult warriors wouldn’t have left them behind.”

“Recently, as the Demonic Cult’s warriors have been expanding their territory, there have been frequent clashes with the Demonic Cult’s warriors near the Kunlun Sect. The last battle took place not far from Kunlun Mountain.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. The previous patriarch could not stop the fight and retreat in order to protect the Kunlun sect and the innocent people. In the end, the patriarch suffered serious injuries that were almost life-threatening, but thanks to the Kunlun sect’s practitioners risking their lives and fighting together, the remnants of the Demonic Cult were defeated and at least my father’s body was recovered.”

So it wasn’t a vain death?

But the death of a person always leaves a bitter aftertaste. Everyone’s expression darkened a little.

This time, Namgung Myung asked again.

“By any chance, was there a will left by your father?”

“Yes. The Demonic Cult will most likely rise up and attack the Central Plains in the near future, so he told me to take my sword and return to Namgung Sega before it’s too late to deliver this news. My father thought it was right to rise up and punish the Demonic Cult before they attack.”

“···All right.”

The story stopped again. As the Taoist of Kunlun Mountain was about to rise from his seat as if he had finished telling his story, Xuan Gong asked the Taoist.

“By any chance, Taoist priest, what is the status of Taoho?”

“It’s Banyeop.”

“Can you tell me which sect you belong to?”

“This is the water hall.”

“···okay.”

“Do you know the water hall?”

Hyun-gong shook his head.

“No. I have never heard of it, my knowledge is limited.”

“Actually, that’s natural. The water hall is a very small hall.”

The Kunlun School is a heterogeneous sect.

There are countless Taoist temples, large and small, scattered across the peaks of Kunlun Mountain. These temples and their practitioners are collectively called the Kunlun School. Strictly speaking, it is not a single school.

Naturally, the atmosphere of the Kunlun School was different from that of other schools. Unlike other schools or families where the hierarchy is clear, it was common for Kunlun School members to never meet each other face to face throughout their lives.

The martial arts of the Kunlun School were also a bit vague. The Kunlun School masters only had a few martial arts in common, and the rest were different for each person.

There were even some masters who had no interest in martial arts. For example, Hong Gyeol-gae’s teacher, Daepung-gae Pang-cheon, was one of them.

Instead of delving into martial arts to the end, Daepunggae Pangcheon was also interested in Taoism. Thanks to this, Daepunggae Pangcheon could read the weather by looking at the sky and predict the future by looking at people’s faces.

Namgung Myung said to Banyeop.

“You’ve come a long way. Take a few days to rest and recover from the fatigue before you leave.”

Then Banyeop shook his head.

“It is right to step down quickly since I have delivered bad news, not good news. It is even more so since I have delivered the bad news on a festive day, not an ordinary day.”

It didn’t seem like Banyeop would be able to rest comfortably just because he was staying at Namgung Se-ga.

It may not have been my intention, but I have sprinkled ashes on the banquet table, so it is natural that I feel uneasy.

Instead, Namgung Myung gave Banyeop money to use for travel expenses.

“Then please accept this.”

It was a sufficient amount of money to return to Kunlun School, and there was still some left over. Banyeop did not even refuse to pay for the travel expenses.

Banyeop bowed to Namgung Myung and paid his respects, then immediately left Gajujeon.

It seemed like he had set off on his night journey without even waiting for the sun to rise.

Dang Mu-jin, Hong Geol-gae, and Jeong Ok-ryeong looked at the sword with Namgung Jin-cheon’s bloodstains clearly visible.

Although the Muin live a splendid life in their lifetime, most of them do not live long lives and die suddenly. It was no different for Namgung Jincheon, who was famous throughout the world as a master.

Dang Mu-jin asked Nam Gung-myeong.

“What are you going to do?”

The question was about when to let people know the news.

Namgung Myung had two choices.

First, after the banquet is over, slowly let people know about this fact.

Second, let people know the news straight away.

Namgung Myung looked at Jeong Ok-ryeong instead of making a decision himself.

The person who had been most eagerly waiting for this wedding was probably not Namgung Myung, but Jeong Ok-ryeong, so he thought it was wrong to make the decision unilaterally without asking Jeong Ok-ryeong’s opinion.

Namgung Myung said.

“No matter what decision you make, I will respect your opinion.”

Then Jeong Ok-ryeong answered without hesitation.

“Of course I should tell you right now.”

“Are you okay?”

Namgung Myeong felt guilty.

A once-in-a-lifetime wedding. Jeong Ok-ryeong waited for this wedding for over ten years.

Is it okay to end a wedding like this so sloppily?

Wouldn’t it have been better to decide on your own to let them know the situation after the wedding was completely over?

However, Jeong Ok-ryeong’s attitude was firm.

“Wouldn’t things go a little faster if we told the story when there were a lot of people?”

“I know that. The question is, are you okay?”

Jeong Ok-ryeong smiled faintly.

“Do you think Namgung Se-ga is the only one who is a military family? The Bowon family is also a military family. I was born as a daughter of the military family, and now I have become the mistress of the Namgung Se-ga family. I have been preparing for a long time, and the conclusion was decided from the beginning. What is important now is not the wedding.”

As Namgung Myung still had a serious expression on his face, Jeong Ok-ryeong added a word.

“If you really care about it, let’s go on a trip together after work is over. I like Dongjing Lake and Poyang Lake. There are many places I want to go together.”

“···Okay, thank you.”

Namgung Myung stood up from his seat holding his sword. Jeong Ok-ryeong, Dang Mu-jin, and Hong Geol-gae also stood up from their seats.

But Hyun-gong was still deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Hyun-gong also got up from his seat. The five of them headed out of Gajujeon.

*

The time they stayed inside the castle was not long.

The evening had already begun to get dark, but the festive atmosphere was still in full swing. In fact, people seemed to have gotten a little more excited by the time they arrived.

The guests were still busy laughing and chatting.

Since they came to celebrate the wedding, it was a virtue of the guests to maintain this excited atmosphere.

When Jeong Ok-ryeong and Namgung Myeong appeared together, several people who saw them shouted excitedly.

“The groom and bride have appeared together!”

“Haha, it looks great! It’s a match made in heaven!”

“Namgung Gaju! How do you feel? Please say something!”

It would have been a bit rude under normal circumstances. However, the guests and even the Namgung family members burst into laughter.

Even if you become brave when drunk, it is not easy to commit a rude act towards the head of the Namgung family just to lighten the mood.

Since the pavilion was located slightly higher than the surrounding area, everyone could see Namgung Myung.

Namgung Myung smiled. Then, he shouted with a loud voice, filling his internal energy.

“First of all, I would like to thank everyone who traveled a long distance to come and celebrate my wedding!”

“Oh!”

The guests were ready to respond with all their might even if Namgung Myung told absurd stories.

People clapped their hands loudly. The sound was deafening.

Namgung Myung then spoke in a slightly calmer tone.

“And I would also like to thank my father for coming to my son’s wedding, even though it was late.”

People looked around in bewilderment. When did Namgung Jincheon come?

No matter how crowded and chaotic the wedding was, it was impossible not to notice that such a big shot had shown up.

As people stopped talking and looked around, the grounds of Namgung Se-ga became a little quiet.

Only then did Namgung Myung raise the sword in his right hand above his head.

Most people did not recognize the sword, but the people of Namgung Se-ga recognized the sword.

“Participation···”

And then I remembered that Namgung Jincheon had left with Chamyeong.

Even those who didn’t recognize the sword stopped talking.

Since the eyesight of the martial artists was superior to that of ordinary people, they could easily see that the sword held by the groom was covered in hardened bloodstains.

Namgung Se-ga, which had been noisy until just a moment ago, became as quiet as a mouse.

After a few breaths like that, Namgung Myung finally broke the silence.

“Lastly, I would like to thank those of you who will take up your swords to avenge my father.”

There was no detailed explanation in Namgung Myung’s story.

There was no way to know what had happened between Namgung Jincheon and the Demonic Cult, where the sword had come from, or why he was telling such a story on the day of the wedding.

No, even if I had known about Namgung Jincheon’s actions, I would still have felt that the situation was a little strange.

Although the Demonic Cult was on the verge of an uprising, it was clear that Namgung Jincheon was the one who had first provoked the Demonic Cult.

Otherwise, Namgung Jincheon’s remains would not have left the Namgung family and been buried in the distant Kunlun Mountains.

But the drones didn’t look into those details.

They didn’t ask who attacked the other first, nor did they compare the magnitude of the offense.

If he were someone who thought such things were important, he would not have chosen an unmanned life.

Since ancient times, whether it was the Battle of Jeongsa or the Battle of Jeongma, it has never been important who shed blood first.

If you wash away the blood with blood over and over again, the origin will disappear from everyone’s memory.

In the end, all that remains is how much blood you made your opponent shed. That’s all.

The lives of martial artists consisted only of blood and blades.

No matter what kind of life they have lived to reach this point, the martial artists end their lives between the blades of the battlefield. And the martial artists knew that the time had come.

A foul intoxication. Contagious anger and hostility. The scent of blood that cannot be felt. But the heat that is evident.

All of this shook the hearts of the martial artists.

However, unlike other people who were purely unmanned, Dang Mu-jin was both an unmanned person and a member of the National Assembly, so he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of alienation.

Finally, Namgung Myung said.

“Everyone, stand by me. Come with me to the Heavenly Mountains and punish the wicked.”

It wasn’t a loud voice, but there was no one who didn’t hear Namgung Myung’s story.

“Ooooh-!”

Finally, a thunderous roar erupted and shook Namgung Se-ga. The roar did not seem to stop.

The banquet concluding the wedding ended a little early.

And the new feast of the martial artists began.