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Namjon (4)
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Her long, black hair and black cap flutter.
“It’s hard to keep my eyes open and look at it. This is too rude.”
The new blood demon, Jin Myeong-jo, said.
“This is the original plain swordsmanship of the original nature.”
The unusually thick black hair and the hem of the clothes symbolizing the Great Lord blended together like the night sky. Several of the Great Lords sitting in the Wonpyeongilgeomjang looked at his back with surprised expressions.
“What did you just do…?”
“Have you had any great achievements in the meantime?”
grandee.
It is a term that refers to a great advancement in martial arts.
Jeong Yeon-shin, like many of her seniors, stared at Jin Myeong-jo, who was covering up the shaman Jang Bong. As always, she felt a familiar disposition from the back of her head, which was the most trustworthy in her nature.
The Blood Flame Cult Leader who once oppressed Jeongyeonshin with his irresistible presence during the Blue Era.
The spirituality that had spread when the white-haired transcendentalist emerged from the Iphwangseongju was flowing out from Jinmyeongjo. It was a very cool feeling, albeit a slight one.
‘I heard you took the head of another Blood Flame Cult leader.’
The spirit of the most noble blood demon in the world was inherited by the current Shingeombu Daeju.
Spirituality.
It is a mysterious nature of thought, and is a power different from internal energy. The higher the level of the person who created it, the longer it will remain in the world.
Also, just as it amplifies the power of internal energy, the reason why Jeongyeonshin’s purple robe can repair its own fabric is also due to spirituality.
and.
As long as the energy permeates the fabric, the spirit of the long robe will not fade. This is what Emperor Qianling said when he received the purple robe.
―The person in charge of the luggage, the best quilting craftsman in Beijing, made it. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the best craftsman in the world, as even a man called Shintu would aim for it.
The same would be true for the spirituality of the white-haired transcendentalist who was burning with the blue flames of the previous Shingeomdan master in Sacheon.
The nobles of the Blood Flame Sect divide themselves into ranks and pay tribute to the spirits of their ancestors based on the innate spirit that runs through their blood. Those who have been at the top of the clan for a long time are likely to have spirituality that remains like the relics of a great monk.
‘but.’
Jeongyeonshin thought.
It’s another matter to fully master it.
Clearly, the contemporary Shingeom Unit Commander would have needed deep, deep, closed-door training.
It was surprising that he came to the Wonpyeongil Prosecutor’s Office just now. No matter how the meeting went, he could have just focused on strengthening himself.
That was when.
“If it’s not Jeong Gong… I have no business… …!”
The woman’s suppressed voice and the scent of pine trees wafted in. In that moment, Jeongyeonshin was reminded of a pavilion in the past.
Yong Hee-myeong and the other guests were sharing a drink with Ounsanchochae, and Gogeom Jin-in, who had the appearance of a boy and had been teasing Jeong Yeon-shin into a showdown with Geumnasu.
It was a wave of the shaman’s cotton palm.
Phew!
Jang Bong, who was caught by Jin Myeong-jo’s neck, grabbed his arm with his left hand and pulled it off. It was a strong yet gentle gesture. And it was fast.
In an instant, she tore Jinmyeongjo’s arm away and fell down in flames.
The next moment, Jang Bong’s body arrived at the seat next to Jeong Yeon-shin where Jin Myeong-jo had originally been sitting. His white sleeves were fluttering like a cloud of feathers.
Sarak.
It’s very plain.
The absence of any vibrations or tremors of the propulsion system was clearly the shaman’s divine bell. It also matched her aura, as if she had stepped onto a very high place.
But that was only for a moment, Jang Bong, who was wearing a pure white robe, flinched. Jin Myeong-jo, whose red eyes looked like the tail of a comet, had already followed her.
“You’re jumping around like a monkey.”
It was a brain bang, like an ice rink breaking.
“… … !”
Jeunjong (梯雲縱), the leader of the Hogwangseong Hwanmyeong Ojeol, who had surpassed the realm of the later index, was unable to shake off the nerve of the blood-blooded lord, who was often looked down upon as a blood demon.
Moreover, the whole scene was reflected in the eyes of the shareholders sitting in the hall.
Xiahou Weijin was even clapping his hands, and if Jeong Yeonsin hadn’t stopped Jin Mingjo with a silent bow for a moment, Jang Bong’s head would have been split by the Amya Hwihyeol Demon Sword.
“… Right now, Mt. Mudang is on the verge of being split in half by the head of the main sect.”
Jang Bong, who had turned his back on Jin Myeong-jo, spoke bluntly. His attitude was that he didn’t care what kind of punishment he would receive right away.
The face was covered with a semi-transparent cotton cloth, revealing only the eyes. At this moment, the eyes looking down at Jeongyeonshin were blue.
It was unclear whether it was because of the brilliance of the eyes or because of the blood of the Zhou family mixed with the blood of the nobles.
Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth right away.
“There is not enough reason to interrupt the meeting of the Wonpyeongil Prosecutor’s Office. I would like you to explain the situation clearly.”
“That twist and turn is with the High Prosecutor’s Office.”
Jang Bong Joo Se-hwa spoke out with difficulty. His voice had a strong sense of suppressing something.
“… … .”
Death of a high-ranking official.
Is he trying hard to hold back his feelings of blaming Jeong Yeon-shin? If it were the many strong men Jeong Yeon-shin has encountered, it would be enough. Of course, Jeong Yeon-shin also had an unforgettable bitterness.
If he had not lost to Cheon Geuk Mun Ju in the first place, the world’s greatest swordsman, Mu Dang Go Gum, would not have turned a blind eye.
Hangzhou, where the Jeolsejejeon Festival took place.
The purple color moved. The shaman must have felt relieved.
And then tragedy struck.
‘If the Lord Danju had faced the Lord Cheon Geuk Moon from the beginning… … .’
Wouldn’t there have been no deaths?
The urgency that had sprouted in Jeongyeonshin before she knew it was also rooted in her inferiority complex toward Yongheemyeong.
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Here, even if Joo Se-hwa blames himself, he is ready to silently accept it. Danju Dae-ri, the destined owner of the Ipsin Sword, a superman of an era that does not allow the death of any swordsman… … .
At that moment, Joo Se-hwa opened his lips again.
“I looked for Myeolseomdaeju, who was said to have been with Sasukjo until the end, but I couldn’t reach him. I had no choice but to come here on foot. Since you are the only person who spoke to Sasukjo before the Mukshingun Shinhwang, Seomye Jeong Gong. Could you please climb Mt. Mudeungsan and remove the danger to our clan?”
“… … .”
It was when Jeongyeonshin was silent for a moment after hearing the words of the upright shaman disciple.
The voices of four people echoed through the thick air.
There were two polite voices, one that of a neat and tidy young man, and one that of a middle-aged man who seemed somewhat pensive.
“Please don’t do this. It is extremely shameful and regrettable that I unexpectedly climbed over the wall of Ip Hwang Seong, but the bandits simply walked there to stop the disciples of the main sect.”
“That’s not wrong. Namgung Sohyeop, is there really no reason for us to part ways? Originally, I was planning to send a message and follow the procedures…!”
“The true men have come over the western wall that collapsed during the Battle of Bangpa. There is no such insult or rudeness at a time like this. Please speak the rest of your words in the Noeok. The prison of the original nature has not collapsed. Senior Changcheon, I will go forward… … .”
“Baekgirin, that’s it. Don’t go too far forward just because you’ve mastered Simgeukgirin. As your swordsmanship becomes sharper, so too will the shaman’s Taegeuk study… Hey, wait a minute… You rotten bastard.”
Two shamans and Taoists.
And the temporary Suncheon Ikju and Changcheon Daeju.
Jeez, jeez, jeez!
The influence of the waves gradually came closer, as if they were colliding. It was accompanied by gusts of wind that literally exploded like fireballs.
“ah.”
Joo Se-hwa let out a small exclamation next to Jeong Yeon-shin.
“It looks like the two of you have come to get me. I barely managed to get past a lunatic who was running at me with clear eyes.”
“I don’t think you’d say something so lightly, would you?”
Aksurim, who had been tilting his head, answered as if blurting it out. On one side, Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyu nodded.
“They are the Taehwa Chiljonseong (太和七尊星). They are the best masters selected from the seven axes of the Mudangpa Chilseonggeomjin. They are very strong.”
Yunsoyu’s voice was heard softly. At the same time, Aksurim shook his head.
“Why did you two come down here to eat something? If there’s a door in Mt. Mudeungsan, it would be difficult for ordinary experts to block it. Is there something more urgent than that?”
“It’s because of the head of the main branch, Jang Moon-jin.”
Joo Se-hwa whispered softly.
“A few years ago, after you reached the realm of ‘climbing the peak and creating the extreme’, while you were trying to relieve yourself of the possession that is inescapable for a Taoist… you heard something even more impossible.”
“Up to there.”
Jeongyeon Shin, who had interrupted her words, turned her head.
“Senior Jin, could you please stop the fight?”
He asked.
Jin Myeong-jo, who had been standing there as if he was going to tear Joo Se-hwa’s whole body apart, was silent for a moment.
The eyes that flowed with a red glow like precious red jade met Jeong Yeon-shin’s gaze. Soon, Jin Myeong-jo slowly opened his mouth.
“The organization of the Shingeomdae is….”
“Please speak comfortably.”
“That scroll, will it ultimately be decided according to the list of names that Your Majesty brought?”
“sorry.”
Jeong Yeon-shin raised both hands toward Jin Myeong-jo over Joo Se-hwa’s shoulders. Her words were filled with deep conviction.
“I don’t think a junior can be more perfect than this. Please help me.”
“… I will prepare.”
Jin Myeong-jo did not hesitate to make Jeong Yeon-shin’s decision any longer. Rather, the way he immediately turned around suited the position of the new swordsman.
Unlike the nobles of the Blood Flame Sect who had been exposed to the power of magic for a long time and were out of breath, he walked out of the meeting place slowly.
His shoulders were slightly slumped with a smooth curve, indicating that he was feeling the weight of the great responsibility he was about to shoulder.
“Jang Bong-do, come out too. I will send word as soon as the meeting is over.”
Jeong Yeon-shin turned her head to the round table and said.
Keeping in mind the sense of responsibility and consideration shown by the new commander of the Shingeom unit.
That too was a virtue that Danju Daeri had to learn.
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Jeongyeonshin took care of the things that needed to be taken care of before stepping into the world of martial arts again.
The overall organization of the Seventeenth Division of the Shingumdan.
The current status of armed forces on duty in rough terrain, including Yeouicheon and Cheonryongdae.
The report from Iphwangma that Jeonggadonggong has reached a considerable level and there is no damage other than white.
Good news that the masters from other subordinate families are interested in joining the Shingeomdan organization.
And the new missions and dispatch areas for the remaining original masters of Ip Hwang Seong.
“Deputy Danju, I’m sorry I’m late.”
Meanwhile, the Changcheon Daeju, the temporary Suncheon Ikju, and the newly appointed Shingum Bu Daeju returned and took their seats in turn.
On both sides of Namgung Hwasin’s cheeks, there were deep marks from the Changcheondae Mugeombyeokhonjang (Swordless Frost Soul Palm) and the nail marks from the Bohyeoldae Seomhyeoljobeop (Flashing Blood Claw Technique), but no one was paying close attention to the bruises and scars.
“…Your Majesty, please take charge of Hangzhou and its surrounding areas.”
Time passed quickly. The wall that Namgung Hwasin had previously pierced was now filled with the thick night air.
Saaaaa―
As the winter wind blows the dust in the room away.
Jeong Yeon-shin slowly met Aksurim’s gaze. Her eyes were achromatic and flashing with light. Ip Hwang Je Il-chang’s small face showed no particular expression.
“Evil senior.”
She only said what was necessary throughout the meeting.
As usual, there was no exaggeration in raising the window. The corners of his eyes also looked somewhat downturned.
“In my words, actions and decisions.”
Jeong Yeon-shin continued speaking cautiously.
“It’s not a joke. I have no talent for naming, so I may have upset my senior’s feelings.”
“… … .”
“The stories we shared today are the best plans that the Grand Master and I have discussed.”
“… You, no matter what… … .”
Phew!
The tip of Aksurim’s black hair brushed his shoulder. It was a sign of a wave of energy. As for the depth of Samhwachwijeong, it was competing with the black ones, and the ripples in his heart were revealed on the outside.
But Jeongyeonshin did not finish speaking.
“now.”
“I formally object to….”
“Nobody will die.”
“what?”
“no one.”
Jeongyeonshin muttered softly. It was a monologue that felt dull. It was also a temperament like a blade with many teeth missing.
“… … .”
Danju Daeri said the impossible, but no one bothered to point it out or offer any advice.
However, for a moment, they were all silent. Aksurim’s lips also slowly closed.
“Whatever your title is, please keep your true nature. I trust my seniors and will fulfill my duty at Mt. Mudang for a while.”
There was no answer.
There was only the wind howling through the cracked walls, like a land hit by a drought. The room was filled with the air of midwinter.
Until suddenly, Mugeuk Jeonju lit the flame of Samadhi Jinhwa with his palm.
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Jeongyeonshin did not sleep.
After taking care of some more things that had to be done, I came out of the inner castle of Iphwangseongju around dawn.
All three of them. Jangbong and other unfamiliar masters of the shaman sect were waiting for him.
“Let’s go now.”
Jeong Yeon-shin carried a stone box slightly larger than a person’s head, tied with silk. It was a box carved from marble.
There is no other luggage.
The palms of my hands that held the knot were filled with a refreshing fragrance.
The shamans and Taoists’ heavy gazes were fixed on the box, but Jeong Yeon-shin cast a glance over their shoulders.
That was why a purple woman was standing there with her long hair flowing in a single stream. In the fog mixed with clear sunlight.
“I still have the strength to move. You are the elixir.”
Shincheonhwa nodded at him.
“Let’s just go together to Mt. Mudang. I have a bad feeling about this.”
A faint curve formed at the corner of Jeongyeonshin’s mouth.
“Yes, that’s fine.”
He answered calmly.
Although Jang Bong-i looked surprised, Jeong Yeon-shin began to walk slowly. The purple cloth covering her long legs was faintly colored with the scarlet light of dawn.
It was the new year of my eighteenth year.
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It didn’t take long for the party to reach Mt. Mudeungsan. It was definitely a few days and nights of running very fast, but at least for Jeong Yeon-shin, whose mind was full of complicated thoughts, it was only a short while.
There was also a reason why, of all the old sects in the world, the Mudang sect was closest to Yangyang.
Still, the extremely long distance was shortened quickly, as if in a dream.
The best swordsman in the world.
The origin of the Sambong Mumaek, which is said to be infinitely close to the best in the world.
“… … .”
The first thing Jeongyeonshin saw on that land.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk―!!
It was a sight of a huge mountain peak splitting vertically with white clouds.
As far as he knew, it was a place where the shamanist cults were concentrated. It was a place that could not be divided like that.
For a moment, I felt the same embarrassment as Jeong Yeon-shin. Jang Bong Joo Se-hwa’s cry rang out a little late.
[Long story!]
With a voice that spread like an echo, Jeongyeonshin kicked the ground on the spot.
Hwaaaaah!
A faint constellation is engraved on the land where Jang Sam-bong once stood.
It was a light wave of promotion of the ten-mile long journey.