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gallop (4)
Cheonrimdaeju is worried about the old age of the previous Shingeomdanju.
Amazing sight.
I didn’t feel any particular sincerity. It must have been because I was asking about something very obvious. That’s how Jeongyeonshin’s upper body sensed it.
He remembers Xiahou Weijin who fainted after being hit by a surprise attack from Ma Yanji.
This is what happened while arguing over assignments at the Wonpyeongil Inspection Center. It was extremely embarrassing.
‘You are a great person. Even after going through something like that.’
The young man was impressed. If you want to wear purple robes, you should first imitate this kind of vessel.
The senior sitting at the top showed the appearance of a gentleman.
It was only right that I should return the favor.
“It hasn’t been long since my grandfather returned to the throne. He still has to be in good health. He even defeated Sim Mu-ryeonju not long ago.”
“what?”
“If you thought a long time had passed because of my appearance, you can rest assured. It is a transformational function.”
“ah…….”
“Isn’t it truly fortunate? I too was worried when I first learned that there was such a mysterious woman in the world. I was worried that the harmony between outside the law and time might be different.”
“… … .”
Jeong Yeon-shin’s speech was unusually long.
Because I was a little excited. Because I got to learn something from my black senior once again.
Unlike the monkeys who were abundant in the martial arts world, Ip Hwang Seong’s seniors would teach him things other than martial arts.
Such realizations often became the inspiration for various techniques. This time, the success in deceiving Geumsimunju by manipulating the waves was also thanks to the Shinhyeolgeukma.
That empty, heavy, and extremely paradoxical prayer has had a great influence on the self-defense technique that Jeong Yeon-shin is currently developing.
“By the way, I thought you left with your Cheonrimdae, but I don’t feel the prayers of the Iphwangseong warriors. I also wonder about the safety of the other two seniors.”
Jeong Yeon-shin said.
“hmm.”
Xiahou Weijin, who seemed relieved by the success of the previous Shingeomdanju, remained silent for a moment before speaking in a thick voice.
“The men have been out scouting for a long time. I gave them the orders. The Lord of Seonmok is out looking for a way back. He hasn’t entered the village since Dalpo. I don’t know about the Lord of Suncheon. He hasn’t found him.”
“… When you say scout, does that mean there is an enemy?”
“of course.”
Xiahou Weijin’s thick lips slightly lowered. His eyes became cold.
“The Three Armies and the Twin Kings. Those who came first.”
The short slurred speech had a deep resonance. The explanation that followed was the same. The wariness was palpable.
The three armies believe that wherever their feet set foot, it is their land.
The greatest of the eight clans, they are the twin kings with the largest territory within the clan system.
In addition, there are masters of the past who traveled the martial arts world from decades ago, holding only one weapon.
“They’re all extremely strong. I thought they were all washed in gold dust, but they were here. When I heard the rumor, I heard they made a deal with Taemosanseong. I don’t know the details, but it’s been a long time since those damned sorcerers released living ghosts on this land.”
Jeongyeonshin’s eyebrows twitched.
Thirteen thousand Taemosan Mountain Fortress.
A sect that plundered the Cheonmachong Tomb, which was protected by the Heonwonchang family, together with the Murong clan.
It branched off from the Mosan faction, which was a part of the old faction in the distant past, and now boasts a prosperous state that is even greater than the main faction. It is said that all of its disciples are extraordinary masters of magic and martial arts.
What is the reason for gathering all the strong people who seek the dragon’s inner sanctum in one place?
There must have been some kind of hidden agenda. However, it was not something Jeongyeonshin had to worry about. Her priority was to gather up the seniors and the people of Iphwangseong before leaving.
“This place is also a martial arts world.”
“Yes. It’s a dying formation that has reached the end of its lifespan. It’s said that it disappears from a land far away, shrouded in a strange fog. None of those caught up in it have returned. Their life or death is unknown. It’s also unknown whether they went outside the formation or returned to nothingness.”
“Some of the previous masters who have entered this land must be desperate to find a way out. It is truly a strange place.”
“That’s true too. It was ridiculous when the authors of the so-called Golden Sword and the Sip Sword were talking about ‘The Mysterious Wife of the Dragon’ and such… … .”
Xiahou Weijin suddenly looked at his mature junior and trailed off. Suddenly, he remembered the encirclement and magic formation from that very dark day.
The land he set foot on was surrounded by the two great thirteen heavenly beings.
It was not the abode of an intangible spirit, but the grave of the dead who had long been unforgettable.
Neither she nor Cheon So-so were qualified to be in this mysterious purple world.
Far from leading the current situation, the limit was to guarding a small number of common people within the order established by those who came first.
‘It’s still going badly.’
Is the island different?
It is said that the black men of the world often turn the tide of battle by taking on the role of artillery in the Great Bangpa Battle, but that is only the case when the lords of the Great Bangpa do not participate.
Among the Twin Kings and Three Army, three were the leaders of great sects, one was extremely close to him, and the remaining one had been deeply in love with the former Peng Gaju and had been her right-hand man for a long time.
What about the leaders of the previous generation who do not belong to them? It is a difficult situation to handle without the purple color coming.
‘And that guy symbolizes the hope of a fading nature.’
The delicate Jeongyeonshin.
A mistake made by heaven. The strongest master of his age. The one who is certain to be the next Shingeomdanju.
I can’t lose it, thought Xiahou Weijin.
He has no intention of sending Jeongyeonshin to the front line. Even if all blacks are equal, he intends to advise her as a senior.
Don’t let the rough waves take you, but wait until the dragon or the great lord comes, even if that time lasts for several decades.
Purple will come someday.
That was certain. That’s just the way they were.
“If it weren’t for Taemosanseong Fortress, you would have come via Geumsimun. No matter how you got there, it was hard. The aftereffects must have been severe, so take a rest and wait for Seonmokryeongju.”
Xiahou Weijin said. But Zheng Yanxin showed no sign of turning back.
“I hope Senior Ha is okay. If there’s been no news from Senior Chun for a month, shouldn’t we consider something else?”
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“… The Baekbyeok Gwanggeom Se (白霹光劍勢) of Suncheon Ikju is the best in the martial arts world. Who is that? He was said to be a very promising late-stage expert… That’s right, Baekgirin Namgung Hwasin didn’t go under him for nothing. Nothing bad will happen. Don’t worry about Seonmokryeongju either. Haven’t you personally experienced her Gyu Seong Su Gong?”
Ha Hou Wei Jin spoke softly, as if trying to persuade his junior, which was unusual for him.
The nerve that Seomyeo took care of has played the role of a lifesaver many times. I also know that the nickname of a junior is becoming heavier and heavier in the world.
Xiahou Weijin regarded the protection of Shi Yu’s personal safety as a matter of utmost importance to the Emperor.
“I can see that you have become quite strong after all these years. I think it would be a good idea to go and find Ha Do-woon along with this body. Just wait a little longer.”
“There is no poison to be taken away. Since you are protecting this village, I alone… … .”
That was when.
“Village chief! Village chief!”
Suddenly the side door opened wide.
Jeong Yeon-shin looked down and saw a short old man in her eyes.
With his muscular upper body and lush white beard, he was clearly a pure-blooded Iron Clan, and he was holding a letter in one hand.
“Ah, you are the islander. I am the one who sat in that seat before that bear-like Ha-hu’s friend took over as the village chief.”
The iron-clad old man pointed to Xiahou Weijin’s golden robe and spoke. It meant the former village chief.
Then he strode straight between the two pillars and opened the letter wide.
“Look at this, all of you.”
Jeongyeon Shin didn’t even have time to introduce herself. Her attitude was like that of an urgent report.
My eyes naturally turned to the content.
[Bingbaek (氷魄) Cheon Soso will become the companion of me, Peng Yuran (彭餘瀾), on the occasion of this year’s Gyeongchip. You villagers should send envoys to congratulate the auspicious occasion and present a crown.
―Gwimyeongpaewang (鬼鳴覇王)]
“What kind of bullshit are you talking about when you didn’t even run!”
The table shattered under Xiahou Weijin’s huge fist. The thud—the sound of the aerodynamic wave was reminiscent of the spontaneous temperament of the Three Flowers and the Three Spirits.
Jeong Yeon-shin intuitively realized that the King of the Guimyeong clan, Peng Yeo-ran, and the Lord of the Sunmok clan, Cheon So-so, were being held captive by the previous head of the Habuk clan, the author of the clan.
“It seems like she’s after the sapling of the Heavenly Tree. She’s the only pureblooded person in this land who has the same level of martial arts skills as the Sunmok Ryeongju. The only person who can use the sapling’s abilities most powerfully is the Sunmok Ryeongju.”
The former village chief spoke. His tone was serious.
“Why did you have to provoke me? It could have been something that could have been handled without anyone knowing.”
Jeong Yeon-shin asked.
“…They say that there is no one ordinary among the masters of the Shingeomdan.”
The old man turned his gaze toward him and said in surprise. The peerless young man who had been sitting while reading the letter had suddenly stood up.
It means that the posture is incredibly natural. The old man, who had practiced the martial arts of the night market deeply but had not felt the presence of the man, continued to speak cautiously.
“Anyway, among the two kings, Guimyeongpaewang was a very worldly person. Even before becoming the Peng family lord, she indulged in all sorts of pleasures, but even then, she won the succession competition and purged all of her direct rivals. She was called the Three Perfects of Divine Martial Arts because she was so outstanding in elegance, spirit, and martial arts.”
“So?”
“There may be some hidden agenda here that we cannot fathom, or it may be nothing more than an empty show. The King of Guimyeong is known for enjoying banquets, unlike other masters. He has his subordinates scattered all over the place.”
“Does that guy have many subordinates in this land too?”
“I subdued the veterans who came with me and built up my power.”
“influence?”
“They call themselves the Secret Peng Family. They might be stronger than the real Peng Family outside. They’re full of old monsters that should have been washed with gold powder long ago.”
The old man concluded his speech.
At that time, Xiahou Weijin was silently clenching his fists.
He seemed to be troubled. As a man of the Imperial City, he had to protect the people of this place as he always did, or accept the invitation of the King of Guimyeong.
Jeongyeonshin didn’t care. She had finally reached her mission.
“Hahu, senior.”
“hmm?”
“Black robe of Daeju. Do you have any extra?”
What did he feel from his junior’s short words? For a moment, a glimmer of light passed through Ha Hou-wi-jin’s eyes.
The giant warrior asked with his eyes. Could it be the purple I was waiting for…?
“Here it is.”
thud.
On the remains of a shattered table.
There were piles of clothes more than a span thick, stacked one on top of the other. It seemed like there were at least ten of them.
They were all wearing black robes with large white embroidery of the character “荒” on their shoulders.
“It gets torn a lot.”
Xiahou Weijin spoke as if making an excuse.
Jeongyeon Shin, smiling faintly, lifted one set.
Bam.
He took off the end of the armrest of the chair that Xiahou Weijin was sitting on, placed it on his index finger, and ignited the Samadhi Evolution. A soft gold shell. The gold melted with the hot heat.
The young man placed his fingertips on Jangpo’s shoulder and traced the character “Hwang.”
Chiiik―
It was a color that signified the status of a direct disciple of the Emperor. The letters were painted in gold along the neat strokes that spread from the fingertips.
“Even the veterans would recognize this, right?”
“They know better. They were at their peak when the Lord of the Heavenly Kingdom wielded his sword.”
The old man, who was the village chief, answered on her behalf. He looked at Jeong Yeon-shin with a strange look as she wore a large robe.
The iron-clad old man’s gaze also swept over the meteor sword that Ma Gwang-ik-ju wore on his waist.
“The situation is indeed unstable. The children of the Tang family are quite outstanding swordsmen, so they said they would make a sword for each other.”
“I’ll go and see. Senior, please watch over this place.”
Damn it.
Jeong Yeon-shin, who had offered a lottery ticket to the two people, turned around.
Xiahou Weijin failed to catch him.
He simply stood there with a heavy heart and watched his junior’s back. Just as he had a duty to prioritize the safety of the people over the unity of the Iphwangseong Shingumdan.
‘Twin Kings and Three Army. Purple Rivers and Lakes… ‘
Jeong Yeon-shin, who had left the pavilion, crossed the rooftops continuously with his unusually sharp gaze.
When the group of the famous clan (武理) alternately cast the deeply ingrained Hwanikbo, Pungsin, and Shili Gwangyo, no one could properly recognize him.
The same goes for the Dangga twins, who were happily running around here and there with innocent faces.
Previously, Jeong Yeon-shin used the time-based method to estimate the lifespan of the siblings.
It was very short.
The meridians and blood vessels were extremely weak, and the flesh, unable to support the spirituality of the upper abdomen, was collapsing from within.
It was a completely opposite situation to the Samhwachuijeong. It was the collapse of Jeonggisin.
How could I ask for something like a sword to be made? In this place where there are already countless people willing to forge iron for me.
‘I can’t even steal.’
Jeongyeonshin passed by the weapons that were placed haphazardly on the stands nearby.
Now even swords do not cause him any agony.
It’s like that.
The Tangga siblings’ destiny, the Twin Kings and Three Generals, Ha Do-woon and Cheon So-so, and the martial arts of the next level were the only things that kept circling around in his mind.
Until we left the village of blacksmith shops, walking in the bright sunlight.