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Jongnampa
“Not enough white? What do you mean?”
“Oh, don’t misunderstand. I don’t have the authority to give out blue uniforms. And neither does our great lord.”
“then?”
“wait for a sec.”
Cheongmyeong turned to the side and rummaged through his luggage. Majin and Baek Miryeo made expressions as if they understood.
Soon, Cheongmyeong took out his blue robe and quickly approached Jeongyeonshin.
“I’ll lend it to you.”
The hem of the dress fluttered loudly.
Jeongyeonshin glanced at the shoulders of the blue clothes covering her body and raised her head. She was extremely curious.
“I don’t understand what it means.”
The one who opened his mouth in response to his words was Baek Mi-ryeo.
“White uniform with blue imperial robe. The blue color symbolizes the imperial rank of the later emperor, who is guaranteed with honor.”
Later rise to fame. In the martial arts world, the term later rise to fame is not used for just anyone. It is not a light term.
A term used to describe the best among juniors who are practicing martial arts.
It was a title that had been given to me less than half a year after I entered the Imperial Palace, so it had extra weight.
She smiled. It was a charming smile, though without any ulterior motives.
“You have the authority to issue orders over all the White Knights of the Imperial Palace. I was going to give it to you.”
“Yours is narrow around the shoulders, so it won’t work.”
Cheongmyeong smiled brightly and looked at Jeongyeonshin.
“If anyone asks, tell them that Magwangik’s magic sword acknowledged you. It’ll probably not cause any trouble.”
“You can give me the nickname of Ilryeongeommae. I will also consider it as handing you a long sword.”
“······thank you.”
Jeongyeon Shin nodded slightly. The feeling tickling her chest felt unfamiliar.
Margin, who had been watching from the side with a slightly complicated expression, nodded.
“I think things have been sorted out.”
“The work of the Volcano Clan······.”
“We’ll solve it. I don’t know if your return will come first or the Jasodan incident will come to an end first.”
At that moment, Heonwonchang carefully raised his hand.
“Can I join the Jeong So-hyeop? I may not be of much help to the Lord and the Blues, but the Jeong So-hyeop will be different.”
“······Permitted.”
Margin, who had been thinking about it for a while, agreed that it was the right thing to say.
“Don’t forget that Jongnam’s work is also Ma Gwang-ik’s mission. Watch over the fight between Paegeomjong and Jongnampa, and think about the impact that the war between the two factions will have on the people’s lives. You may intervene in any way you want. If possible, think of your own lives first.”
“I will obey your orders.”
Jeong Yeon-shin and Heon Won-chang won the lottery.
Jeongyeonshin’s eyes, which had become even stronger, turned towards the southern window.
Jongnam Mountain, where a part of the famous swordsmanship school of the Central Plains established its base.
It was the place where my second older brother and my young nephew were learning martial arts. I wonder how Hye-ah is doing.
‘The destruction of the Jeong family. If you go to see the great elder Yeo Il-shin, he will tell you.’
The war between the Thirteen Heavens and the Nine Sects. It was also an opportunity to see how effective one’s own power would be in the world.
* * *
Jongnam Mountain was two days away. The two men slept for two nights before changing into their military uniforms for the Iphwangseong Fortress.
It was to save face for the Volcano faction.
The Iphwangshinhyeop Heonwonchang was revived and burst into refreshing laughter.
He alternately looks at the ‘Hwang’ character on each side of his shoulder and raises the corners of his mouth.
“This is the taste.”
“······.”
Jeong Yeon-shin wore the blue robe given by Cheongmyeong over the white military uniform of Iphwangseong.
Before he knew it, he was looking at Heonwonchang with envy and saying:
“White clothes with blue silk. They go really well together.”
“It’s a little awkward.”
“I think I’ll adapt quickly if it’s a small business.”
“Thank you, Heonwon Sohyeop.”
“Hmm? That wasn’t an empty compliment.”
Jeongyeonshin smiled faintly.
He was a grateful person. It would be difficult for someone who doesn’t have a deep affection to follow along on something that is unrelated to their original mission.
The two soon arrived at the entrance of Jongnam Mountain.
When I looked at it from afar, I was impressed by the steep and majestic mountain scenery, but when I reached the entrance, I felt the solemnity unique to the place where the martial arts school is located.
It was guarded by unmanned personnel.
“It seems like Jongnam is a gang of warriors. It seems like they really fought with Paegeomjong. They’re not at the entrance to the main text, but all the way down to the bottom of the mountain.”
Heonwonchang whispered.
As the two approached, two of the four guards stood guard and stepped forward.
“Could you please tell me your sect, name, and occupation?”
“As you can see, I came from Iphwangseong.”
Heonwonchang shrugged his shoulders and replied leisurely, nodding to Jeongyeonshin.
It seemed to mean that he was taking responsibility as the post-crisis index.
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As the soldiers standing behind him quickly approached him at the word “Iphwangseong,” Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth.
“My name is Ma Gwang-ik and my name is Jeong Yeon-shin.”
“Likewise, this is the Hyeonwonchang of Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik.”
“hmm······!”
Those who glanced at the two people’s clothes let out a sigh.
You can tell just by looking at their reactions.
Since Iphwangseong’s location and purpose of establishment are to suppress the martial arts world, it is not a place welcomed by martial arts schools.
“Are you planning to prove your identity with just your clothes?”
One of the Jongnam sect disciples spoke. His tone was strangely sharp.
First, the two men, Ma Gwang-ik and Ma Gwang-ik, took out gold identification cards from their bosoms.
A golden, vivid tree-patterned plaque was revealed in his hand.
It was said that it was made by a blacksmith of the Iron Clan, who is rarer than the Ming Clan.
Anyone who sees the delicate yet elegant engraved pattern will agree.
“The entrance is a strong barrier. Young unmanned people like you act on your own? Who would······”
There was someone who pushed back the disciple who spoke in a sharp tone. The unmanned man who seemed to be about to be executed spoke.
“Unfortunately, the text is now exposition. Please understand that you cannot take the identities of strangers at face value.”
“No, these people!”
The enraged Heonwonchang aroused his spirit. The moment that he did, a wave of energy that shook the air spread clearly.
After successfully passing the entrance exam, I have adapted to the new white color of Ma Gwang-ik.
Contrary to his usually frivolous appearance, he has substance.
“······!”
“It’s truly a masterpiece!”
Heonwonchang was satisfied with the reaction, but Jongnam, the disciple who had stepped back, shouted.
“How dare you speak so recklessly on Jongnam Mountain!”
“What the heck are these interests······!”
Heonwonchang made a face of astonishment.
Jeong Yeon-shin, who was staring blankly at them, felt a sense of foreboding.
I was reminded of Jeong Ga-jang.
When I told them that I was going to create and learn martial arts, the first thing that came to mind when I saw the younger brothers’ faces was not bewilderment, but something else.
Surprise and jealousy. It was like them.
‘It seems like the fight against the Paekgeomjong is not going smoothly. The pride of the old faction is damaged, but the young ones with bright blue hair have appeared, claiming to be proud warriors of the Ip Hwangseong.’
Heonwonchang’s actions of showing his power were actually not good.
It was said that the warriors of the old school were famous for their deep cultivation.
Perhaps it was because of the circumstances and the youthful spirit that the Jongnam faction disciples that were visible now looked no different from the young warriors of the secular world.
“I can’t believe it. Young people like you are acting like they’re the Emperor’s son. And in this day and age.”
The tone became more resolute. My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly.
Although being in charge of the water gate is an important responsibility, the senior leader of the sect does not take on the role of security.
All of those who stood guard at the entrance to the mountain, including the Jongnampa Sanmun, were young.
As he was of age, he was full of energy and had the dignity of a disciple from a prestigious school like Jongnam.
“this······!”
Did the idea of having blood relatives come to mind?
In the midst of all this, it was nice to see Heonwonchang glancing at himself and suppressing his anger. It was the moment when Jeongyeonshin was about to step forward.
“Even if he was truly an Iphwangseong, it’s still a problem. How could you trust these two and send them to Daejongnam? It seems that the fame of the high-ranking Iphwangseong is a thing of the past.”
A person who had never opened his mouth before spoke sharply.
It didn’t look like a normal temperament to be straining one’s squinted eyes.
Clearly, the line was crossed. Jeong Yeon-shin reached out to the sword at her waist.
“How about rethinking your words and actions? You insulted the unmanned personnel of the other faction for no reason.”
He said calmly.
* * *
Jeong Jung-san was a young man with a rough face and wearing an anonymous uniform.
He was the second son of Jeong Ga-jang and also a disciple of Jongnampa.
Lately, he has been spending more and more days thinking about how he ended up in this situation.
Even if the destruction of the Jeong family was like a natural disaster, people’s hearts were different.
He thought about karma even though he was not a Buddhist disciple.
“The reason for the misfortune may have been that he was a foolish and incompetent older brother.”
I also started talking to myself a lot.
He was leaning against the ridge of the Jongnampa Sunsimgak (Palace for Inspection).
What I saw was a truly peaceful scene.
The feathery clouds creating gentle waves in the blue sky, the long ridges of the Jinling Mountains stretching out below, and even a few bamboo trees rising above the fence.
He sat on the roof of the pavilion and stamped his feet.
The clear sound of the stones clashing against each other gave him a small sense of satisfaction.
At the same time, an old, grumpy roar erupted from below.
“Hey you! I told you to pour out the rice water, and you forgot and are acting so carefree!”
“Huh!”
He jumped down in a hurry and bowed his head to the owner of the shouting.
An old swordsman with a gaunt and hunched appearance sat on the porch and looked at me with a displeased look.
“I’m sorry, Elder.”
“I’m sighing. This damn sect is losing all the swordsmanship, disciples, and proper things.”
It was a remark that could be seen as a high-level distribution. Jeong Joong-san bowed his waist even more.
Even though Jongnampa was fighting Paegeomjong, he was not a warrior worthy of being included in the old faction’s power.
Naturally, I ended up following the elders’ advice.
The old man clicked his tongue.
“There is a problem with the supply of supplies for the main faction, so you should go down the mountain and get some grain. I can’t have my own food supply. We need to quickly sweep away the traitors of the Paegeom clan.”
“yes!”
“Elder Jong, you are still tormenting your poor grandson today.”
The old man’s face relaxed slightly at the sound of a woman’s voice.
“The painter has arrived.”
“uh?”
Jeong Joong-san’s eyes widened as he saw the person approaching him. She must have been around twenty years old. She had the appearance of a girl turning into a woman.
Her beautiful facial features and clear eyes are impressive.
The first thing that caught my eye was the strange feather decoration that tied up her jet-black hair.
The hem of his wide blue robe fluttered in the wind as he walked.
A white sword hung on a belt decorated with jade.
Wei Zhi Myo-hwa of the Jongnam faction.
He was also called the Sword Dragon in the Clouds. It means a swordsman above the clouds.
It was a time when the epithet dragon was attached to a man.
There is a reason why Jeong Joong-san, who had never seen the Cloud Sword Dragon before, called him a great general at the farewell ceremony of Jeong Ga-jang.
The Wizhi Myohwa was different. The strongest of the Jongnam faction, the latter Jisoo, who was called the Sword Dragon with a woman’s body.
As for Jeong Joong-san, he was a being that he could not even dare to make eye contact with.
“This is good, I needed a porter. Seriously… Priest? Let’s go down together.”
She mumbled the name as if she couldn’t remember and turned around.
When the old man gestured as if to ask why he was not going quickly, Jeong Joong-san ran out of breath and followed Wi Ji-myo-hwa.
They didn’t talk at all until they reached the entrance of Jongnam Mountain.
Jeong Joong-san was younger than him but had difficulty with the high-ranking ambassadors, and Wi Ji-miao-hwa seemed to have no interest at all.
“uh······?”
Suddenly, Jeong Joong-san let out a dumbfounded sound. He almost rubbed his eyes as if he had seen something that should not have happened.
I saw the executioners welcoming the guests, along with the standing Wijimyohwa.
The atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, but that wasn’t what mattered to Jeong Joong-san.
“Yeonshin?”
“Hmm? Does anyone know?”
It was finally when Wijimyohwa first attracted my attention.
“100 million!”
The sight before his eyes was truly horrifying.
Because before I could even see the sword being drawn, the sword of the death penalty, which was as bright as the sky, flew away in front of my younger brother who was already putting the sword away.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the side. The Wizhi Myohwa kicked the ground and rushed forward.