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Two carriages, escorted by a dozen warriors, were running towards the Beukcheonmun Gate. He was wearing a black robe to protect himself from the harsh northern winds, and his eyes were shining sharply beneath his deeply pressed bangs, giving off a very fierce spirit.
Behind them were a carriage with a lot of luggage and a carriage that looked like workers, and in front of it, a four-horse carriage escorted by about a dozen warriors was running.
Inside the chariot, a beautiful woman who appears to be seventeen or eight years old and a girl who appears to be one or two years younger than her are sitting together, and across from them is a man who appears to be one or two years older than the woman.
The woman had a neat appearance, like a water lily, and her moist, wet eyes were attractive as if they would attract the viewer’s heart. The girl sitting next to her, who looked a year or two younger than her, was quite the lively and cute figure, and her face was filled with mischief, as if she were watching her wild horse.
The man sitting across from them also had a very decent appearance, but his one flaw was that the corners of his eyes were raised, making him look quite arrogant.
The cute girl suddenly opened her mouth.
“Brother, isn’t that the North Heavenly Gate you see over there?”
Hearing the girl’s words, the man looked out the window. In the distance, I saw a large manor filled with Goru pavilions.
“I guess so.”
“Wow! Then you will be free from this boring carriage!”
The girl cheered at the man’s answer. The woman sitting next to her smiled sweetly.
“Is it that good?”
“Then you don’t like Seomun? “She’s been sitting in the carriage for three days now.”
“Didn’t you tell me to stay home? “I clearly said it would be a difficult road.”
“hemp cloth! But are you going to throw away this great opportunity? “Don’t talk nonsense.”
In response to the girl’s answer, the man shook his head as if he had no choice. The girl was the man’s younger sister. And the man had never once beaten his brother in an argument.
The man’s name is Sim Won-ui. He was the minor lord of Sasacheon (邪死天), one of the large pillars of Unjungcheon, and was also one of the Gigi who was evaluated as the most outstanding in Gangho.
The cute girl was Sim Won-ui’s younger sister, Shim Su-ah, and she was receiving the love and cuteness of the old monsters of Sasacheon. Even if she did cry, that day would be the day when everything turned upside down. Because not only her father and the lord of the Four Four Heavenly Kingdoms, Shen Muoi, but also the old elders came forward to find out the reason.
To put it bluntly, the minor ruler of Sasacheon is Shim Won-ui, but the real power of Sasacheon is his younger brother, Shim Su-ah? So, those who had a lot of experience in Sasacheon would put Sim Su-a first if there was something to report on a day when Sim Mu-wae was in a bad mood.
The name of the woman smiling at Shim Won-ui and Shim Su-ah is Seo Mun Hye-ryeong, the granddaughter of Gui Je-gal and Seo Mun-hwa, and a wealthy daughter of Munmu Gyeom-jeon, who was renowned in the world. It was no longer a secret that many young warriors fell in love with her because of her unique neat atmosphere and alluring eyes.
The warriors guarding the carriage carrying three men were warriors from the Jeonhodae, one of the elite organizations of the Four Four Heavenly Forces, and they were all warriors of the highest caliber, boasting a hundred martial arts skills per day.
Mok Woon-pyeong, the great leader of Jeonhodae, was renowned as a fierce and young swordsman, so much so that he was nicknamed Hyeolwoogeom (血雨劍).
The wagon following them was loaded with servants and daily food for a while. They were servants sent by Sim Mu-oe, who was worried about Sim Su-ah.
After a while, the carriage stopped and Mokwoonpyeong, the head of Jeonho, opened the door.
“Soju, you have arrived.”
“hmm!”
Shen Yuanyi nodded and got off the carriage. Shim Soo-ah and Seo Moon Hye-ryeong followed behind them.
Shen Yunyi frowned at the sight of the North Heavenly Gate having collapsed so miserably. More than anything, he was upset by the fact that no one came to meet him when he came.
At that time, a group of people rushed out from inside. It was Jang Paesan and his men.
“Gasp!”
He ran so quickly that a sweet smell was coming out of Jangpaesan’s mouth.
Mokunpyeong, the head of Jeonho, stepped forward.
“Are you in charge of this place?”
Jang Paesan swallowed his saliva without realizing it and answered as he saw the life dripping from his mouth every time he uttered a word.
“Yes, that’s right. “It is called Jangpaesan Mountain, the three jojangs of Unjungcheon Oedang.”
“Didn’t you hear that we were coming from Unjungcheon?”
“Well, I received the letter, but there was no exact date on when it would arrive… … .”
Zhang Peishan quickly made an excuse, but Mu Yunping’s face did not straighten at all. Jangpaesan and his subordinates were disgusted by his cold appearance.
At that time, Sim Won-ui took a step forward and opened his mouth.
“It’s okay, Lord Mok. How does the author know exactly when we will arrive? “This isn’t some kind of saint.”
“sorry.”
“I said it’s okay. Rather, you probably prepared a place for us to stay, right?”
“yes? yep!”
Jang Paesan unconsciously assumed an immobile posture and answered in a loud voice. The sight of Mok Un-pyeong dripping with her life was scary, but the strangely smiling face of Shim Won-ui was even more terrifying.
‘Those eyes, they’re not smiling at all.’
All other parts were smiling, but Shen Yunyi’s eyes were not like that at all. The sight, which seemed to be perfectly still, reminded Jang Paesan of the eyes of a poisonous snake he had seen as a child.
“I’ve come a long way, and now I want to get some rest.”
“I will guide you. “Please come this way.”
Jangpaesan took the lead, followed by Jeonhodae and Simwonui.
Seomun Hye-ryeong and Shim Su-ah looked around the Bukcheonmun Gate with curious eyes. They also knew. That’s how great the Northern Heavenly Gate was.
The Hundred Years’ War with Milya would have been impossible without the Northern Heavenly Gate. Hasn’t even the Northern Heavenly Gate, which can be said to be a tributary of the Northern Heavenly Gate, established itself as a force that cannot be ignored in the central plains?
The Northern Heavenly Gate has now become a legend. Now they were looking at the traces left behind by the old movie at Beitianmen. And as always, the fall of a legend leaves a bitter aftertaste.
Most of the tiles in the palace were broken and the walls were torn down, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Seomun Hye-ryeong looked around as if she felt sorry.
“That’s sad. I can’t believe the North Heavenly Gate of the world looks so shabby. “It was once the best in the world, but now it barely maintains its reputation.”
Seomun Hyeryeong sighed softly.
She knew it too. She realizes that her own grandfather, Western Culture, contributed to the downfall of Beitian Gate. Above all, the fact that it had no choice but to become like this because Unjungcheon and the world no longer needed the existence of the Northern Heavenly Gate.
“That is the way of the world. If you are not strong, you will be eliminated, and after the hunt is over, there is no need for hunting dogs anymore. “North Heavenly Gate also fell due to the laws of the world, so it won’t be too unfair.”
“Anyway, even though you are my brother, you only choose to say bad things.”
When Shim Soo-ah intervened and lit a candle, Shim Won-ui’s face crumpled unsightly.
“you?”
“hemp cloth! Have some awe. “It’s the North Heavenly Gate, North Heavenly Gate.”
Regardless of Shen Won-ui’s reaction, Shim Soo-ah looked around the Northern Heavenly Gate and looked excited. She seemed genuinely excited to come to Beitianmen. Shim Su-ah’s appearance was displeasing, but Shim Won-ui didn’t say anything.
It wasn’t someone I could beat in an argument anyway, and I didn’t have the confidence to handle the repercussions if I made him cry for no reason.
Seo Moon Hye-ryeong smiled softly as she watched Shim Won-eui struggling with Shim Soo-ah.
Jang Paesan guided Sim Won’s back to Hwacheongak.
During last winter, Jangpaesan and Samjowon worked hard to repair Hwacheongak, and as a result, it has now been transformed into a fairly decent appearance.
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Jang Paesan pointed to Hwacheongak and said.
“This is the cleanest place out of all of them. “It was repaired last winter, so it will still be usable.”
“hmm!”
Sim Won-ui shook his head with an expression that he didn’t like, but couldn’t help it.
While he was coming here, he also saw how the other pavilions were in a mess. Compared to that, Hwacheongak was like a palace.
Shen Yunyi said to Mu Yunping.
“Give the first floor to the servants, and let the guard use this floor. “We will use the third floor.”
“I will take action accordingly.”
Shim Soo-ah stared at Jangpaesan Mountain. Jang Paesan didn’t know what to do.
“Why, why are you doing that?”
“I heard that the successor to the Northern Heavenly Gate still remains here?”
“That’s right, Soger.”
“Where is he now? We arrived. Why don’t you come out and see us? If he’s the owner of this place, shouldn’t he come out and see it?”
“that is… … .”
Jang Paesan was embarrassed and stuttered.
I haven’t seen Jin Mu-won’s face since he was humiliated last winter. This is because Jin Mu-won was busy and they also did not have time to repair Hwacheongak.
Above all, unlike them, Jin Mu-won had no obligation to meet Sim Won’s group. Because Jin Mu-won was the owner of North Heaven Gate, not a member of Unjung Heaven.
At that time, Seo Moon Hye-ryeong stood next to Shim Su-ah and said.
“We are the guests here. So, it’s right for us to pack up our things and then go visit.”
“is it?”
“Okay, so let’s tidy up the room first.”
“all right. “I will follow what my sister says.”
“Thank you, mama.”
Seomun Hye-ryeong took Shim Su-ah inside, followed by servants carrying luggage.
Sim Won-ui followed him into Hwacheongak and suddenly looked back at Jangpaesan Mountain.
“What was his name?”
“who?”
“The one who is the owner of the Northern Heavenly Gate.”
“Ah, my name is Jin Mu-won.”
“Jin Mu-won? “I’ll see you soon.”
Sim Won-ui entered Hwacheongak with a meaningful smile, followed by Jeonho-dae.
Jeon Ho-dae, led by Daeju Mok Woon-pyeong, went inside, looking at the faces of the three members one by one. Every time their ice-cold eyes scanned the entire body, the three members trembled. This is because they instinctively felt that the warriors of Jeonhodae were of a different class from themselves.
The image of the last member of the Jeonho unit was engraved in So Musang’s eyes like a seal. Jeon Ho-dae seemed to recognize So Musang and smiled. A smile with a fishy smell.
‘Yepwol, how could you…? … ?’
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