Chapter 588: Chapter 1476: The Plan Was Sound (Part 1)
Paaaah!
Several people rushed fiercely towards the direction where the red sun was rising, breaking through the dawn.
"Ah! Get off me!"
Kiiiiiiiiii!
"Get down! It's heavy! I'm struggling too!"
Kiiiiiiiiii!
Jo Gol's face twisted. Baek-Ah desperately clung to his arm.
Where did the weasel's talent to express "Even if I die now, I can't run with my own feet" come from? Even if he was a spiritual creature, it was a bit much.
"Sahyung! Don't just stand there, help me get this guy off."
"...Just endure it, Gol-ah."
"No..."
"Honestly, even if you were in his position, wouldn't you be reluctant to run again? He's already run from Southern Island twice. It's a weasel, not a horse."
"Indeed, that's true."
"How pitiful."
Upon hearing that, Jo Gol glanced at Baek-Ah again. Those big teardrops in its dark eyes made him feel like the bad guy for some reason.
"No, I know that... I didn't even ask him to do that. Why is he sticking to me? He should stick to Chung Myung, right?"
"It's hot."
"..."
"Baek-Ah knows where to put his feet. If he clings to someone who complains about the heat, he might become a real scarf."
Jo Gol shook his head lightly.
"Oh, forget it. It's better to die than to suffer."
Jo Gol, who sighed deeply, stared at the direction where the sun was rising.
"So, how far are we going? We entered Hanam a while ago."
"How would I know? He'll decide that."
Chung Myung was still running at the front. Baek Cheon next to him was the same.
"Huuk."
Baek Cheon took a short breath after jumping over a small stream.
"Why? Out of breath?"
Chung Myung's voice, nonchalant from the side, was heard. Baek Cheon frowned slightly as he glanced at Chung Myung.
"What nonsense are you going to say again?"
"No, it doesn't seem like you've run anything special, but you seem out of breath. Are you hurting somewhere?"
"Mind your own business. Think about your cat and mouse [not sure]."
"Yes, yes. If you say so, I'll just worry about myself."
Baek Cheon gritted his teeth at the sarcastic reply.
"Where are we going?"
"Hmm?"
"Haven't we already entered Hanam? I'm asking about the destination."
"Well."
Chung Myung didn't give a clear answer and shrugged his shoulders.
"We'll find out from now on."
"Hmm?"
"I roughly know, but it's not accurate yet."
It was a completely incomprehensible answer. But somehow, Baek Cheon understood what Chung Myung was saying. It wasn't because he was clever, but because he had heard enough of Chung Myung's vague way of speaking.
"Are you saying that if we run like this, the place you're looking for will be revealed?"
"So it seems your head hasn't gone bad. There's no need to receive a pulse check."
"..."
Baek Cheon didn't fully understand. But at least he understood that this sprint was not meaningless, so that was enough.
"Will Hwaeum be okay? You left without saying anything properly."
Of course, he didn't say nothing. He had informed the Sect Leader that he would be running to Hanam, leaving Un Am so dazed he couldn't open his mouth.
Chung Myung chuckled at Baek Cheon's expression of concern.
"You nagged me to put him down, but once I took my hands off him, it seems you're worried. What song should I dance to?"
"I didn't mean that, you idiot!"
"Don't worry about it. Everyone should be able to endure to that extent."
Baek Cheon's eyes narrowed slightly.
Certainly, that statement was true. Unless there was a sudden attack by the Evil Tyrant Alliance, there shouldn't be a problem with Hwaeum.
There might be minor problems, but there were Tang Gunak and Im Sobyeong, Hyun Jong and Hwang Jongui.
It wasn't easy to turn Hwaeum into a city. But as long as those people gathered, it wouldn't be a problem.
"To endure...."
It was different from trusting in abilities. It was trust in their experiences. They had overcome countless hardships.
"Looking back, they've endured quite stubbornly."
"Indeed."
Baek Cheon nodded. He could clearly understand the word "endure" more than the verbose words.
However, there was one thing that bothered him.
"...Endured and became strong. So, can we entrust tasks to them with peace of mind?"
"Well, something like that."
"What about those who couldn't do that?"
Baek Cheon asked. Instead of answering directly, Chung Myung glanced at him briefly. Baek Cheon quickened his pace as if he wasn't asking anything too serious.
Chung Myung shrugged.
"Well, I don't know. I haven't really thought about that."
"...That's a typical answer for you."
"Sasuk, is that an insult?"
Baek Cheon chuckled bitterly.
"So, what happens if we keep running like this?"
"Well, after cursing me, you suddenly change the subject? Dong Ryong has become quite witty. I can send you off to marriage now."
"Don't talk nonsense, just answer the question. What are you aiming for?"
"It's simple. Let's think of it backwards."
"Backwards?"
"Yeah, backward. Sasuk, as you know, we're pretty famous now, right? Isn't that true?"
"..."
"Considering our clown Jo Gol has been given a title, it's just a matter of time. Now, other people will start getting nicknames too. Sasuk's... that...wait it the Mount Hua Sword?"
"It's called the Righteous Sword, you idiot!"
"Yeah, that's it. Anyway, those strange nicknames will gradually change. That usually happens."
Baek Cheon, with a distorted face from heavy breathing, asked.
"What does that have to do with this?"
"I told you, let's think of it backward."
Chung Myung smirked.
"Becoming famous means attracting attention, and more people will recognize us. And there will be more people paying attention to each of our movements."
"What are you trying to say?"
"So, it's backward?"
Chung Myung nodded towards the front. He pointed to a giant fortress.
"Luoyang?"
The massive city of Luoyang in Hanam. Luoyang's fortress was welcoming Baek Cheon with the morning sunlight.
"We're not causing trouble."
Chung Myung chuckled.
"They're the ones causing trouble."
And with shining eyes, he rushed towards the open gate of Luoyang.
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"Hmm."
Won Pyeong (元平), who recently took office as the Luoyang Beggar's Union branch, grumbled with a dissatisfied expression. The sunlight piercing through the tent stung his eyes.
"Tsk."
A leisurely everyday life with nothing to do. A dream-like situation that anyone wouldn't wish for if they were beggars. However, all of this was dissatisfying to Won Pyeong.
"Damn, why am I here...."
His task was simple. To observe the dynamics within Hwaeum from Luoyang, which wasn't far. More precisely, it was to monitor the movement of the Heavenly Comrade Alliance, who were residing in Hwaeum.
It was not a burdensome task. Beggars of similar ranks were all preparing to fight against the Evil Tyrant Alliance. But the task he was assigned was not to monitor the Evil Sect but the Heavenly Comrade Alliance.
It was a necessary task, but it wasn't a pleasant one. It could even be called a task. No matter how diligently you performed it, it was a mission difficult to boast about. Who would feel joy in such a task?
"Damn it. Why are all the beggars in the main camp going senile?"
A sigh came out. He felt that the Beggar's Union he knew wasn't this one, acting half-assedly like this in a situation where the Evil Tyrant Alliance was causing trouble.
"...What the hell is the sect leader thinking?"
He grumbled while raising his heavy body. Since he couldn't drink alcohol in the morning, he thought of stopping by a nearby kitchen to get some leftover food.
But at that moment.
"Bu, Bunta! Buntaju!"
The door of the tent he was residing in opened with a bang. The barely fastened latch broke, and the old, worn-out door fell down with a thud.
"Hey, you...! You'll need to fix that!"
"That's not the time, Buntaju! It's a big problem!"
Won Pyeong frowned as he tried to vent his frustration, but he paused when he saw the face of the beggar who had burst in through the door. The expression on the beggar's face was truly astonishing.
"What is it? Did the Heavenly Comrade Alliance make a move?"
"Yes, that's right, the Heavenly Comrade Alliance! No, not the Heavenly Comrade Alliance! It's the Heavenly Comrade Alliance...!"
"What are you saying? Can't you speak clearly?"
"The Five Swords of the Heavenly Comrade Alliance!"
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean? The Five Swords are here?"
"Yes! Hye Yeon from Shaolin is also with them!"
Wonpyeong's eyes widened as if torn apart.
"Oh, the Five Swords? Mount Hua's Five Swords?"
"Yes! They entered the gates of Luoyang just a while ago!"
Won Pyeong's face turned pale, just like the reporter's.
"Is it an attack?"
"Please don't say such things! Why would the Five Swords of the Heavenly Comrade Alliance attack us?"
"Well, is that so?"
The relationship between the Ten Great Sects and the Heavenly Comrade Alliance had become like thin ice, but still, there was no reason for the Heavenly Comrade Alliance to attack the Ten Great Sects.
So why did they suddenly reveal themselves in Luoyang?
"Hey, wait! Among those Five Swords, is there by any chance the Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword?"
"Yes! Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword is here!"
"Eee-hee-hee-hee-heek!"
Wonpyeong's eyes trembled as if there was an earthquake. Reports on the movements of Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung were treated as top priority, on par with the movements of Evil Tyrant Alliance leader Jang Ilso throughout the entire Beggar's Union. The importance of this information was so significant that even the fact that Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword sneezed twice today was classified as top priority.
"Report to the headquarters immediately! Right now!"
"What, what should I report!"
"For heaven's sake, just write down everything you know! Send the message immediately!"
"Yes, yes!"
"Not only to the headquarters but also inform the nearby sects! Deploy all the beggars to monitor them, as they might move after passing through here!"
"Yes!"
The beggar who received the order hurriedly ran out. Watching his retreating figure for a moment, Wonpyeong turned his body.
'I never thought it would be used so soon.'
He hastily scribbled on the paper lying haphazardly on the dirty desk. Then, he soaked the cloth hanging next to him in the water. The structure was revealed.
Stab.
A small bird, no different in size and appearance from a sparrow, except that its feathers shimmered in golden color. Even from this, it was evident that it was an extraordinary bird.
The beggar took out the bird and rolled the paper into the tube tied to its leg. This was a gold-level report he received in preparation for the unexpected actions of Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung. He didn't even know where this report was going.
"That's it."
Wonpyeong unsealed the tube and opened the window. The golden sparrow, which had glanced at the blue sky for a moment, fluttered its wings and soared away.
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"Wow."
"Why are these birds flying so wildly? Did they take some drugs?"
"That's a messenger bird, not just a pigeon."
"I understand that, Sahyung. What I'm saying is, why are these damn messenger birds suddenly flying like crazy?"
"Well, that's true."
Watching pigeons flying in all directions over Luoyang, the Five Swords burst into hollow laughter.
They expected some caution, but wasn't this going too far? It felt good in a way but also strangely dirty.
"But why did we stop?"
"How would I know? I just stopped because that bastard did."
The gazes of Yoon Jong and Jo Gol turned to Chung Myung. He stood still in the center, observing the birds flying attentively with one hand on his chin.
"Hmm. Not that one, not that one either...."
"What are you looking for?"
"Not that one either."
"Hey! What are you looking for!"
"No, I'm not specifically looking for anything."
"Huh?"
Chung Myung chuckled as he looked at the birds soaring in the Luoyang sky.
"Well, there must be something, right? Among messenger birds, even if they are all messenger birds, there should be one that looks remarkable and gives off a unique vibe, right?"
"Chung Myung! Let's go back and get a pulse check."
"Mm-hmm. There should be something, for sure."
"All those messenger birds are just messenger birds, damn it! Don't focus on the... Uh, there! Chung Myung! That thing!"
Before finishing his sentence, Baek Cheon urgently pointed to one side of the sky with wide-open eyes.
"Aren't you talking about that? That yellowish thing!"
"Oh?"
Chung Myung, upon seeing the direction pointed by Baek Cheon, exclaimed.
"Hey! Even Dong Ryong has some use for bird droppings!" [not sure??? lol]
"Even bird droppings can be used as medicine! No, that's not important! Should we follow that?"
"What can I say? If you pretend, it's okay!" [idk??]
Grinning, Chung Myung watched the golden bird flying away from a distance.
"It's not the Ten Thousand Miles Golden Dove, is it? It looks a bit higher class? If I had to name it, it would be the Millenium Golden Pigeon (萬里金鳩)?"
"But it looks more like a sparrow than a pigeon?"
"...Let's just say it's a rough idea, roughly."
Chung Myung, who grimaced at Baek Cheon, pointed to the sky with a sneer.
"Come on, let's go. Let's check who the owner of that precious bird is!"
Chung Myung forcefully stepped on the ground.
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