Legend of the Northern Blade novel - chapter 150
Due to some copyright issues. I changed some word such god= supreme-ruler. /diviné= supreme. And some Chinese words etc, all of this to avoid copyright *.*
A novel by the same Author of nano machin and the same universe:
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It was a long abandoned place.
Waterfalls and valleys existed in the basin surrounded by a high mountain that stretched like a sword like a folding screen. However, the water flowing through the valley turned black, giving off a terrible odor, and the trees dried up, adding to the feeling of ugliness.
The Gorujeongak, which once filled the basin, was abandoned and neglected a long time ago, and barely retained its shape. Decades of years have passed since it was abandoned, but the place was still filled with the energy of death.
It was half a day before people began to gather in this abandoned place a long time ago. The first person to appear was an old villain. The old evil-gong, carrying a large geomungo on his back, sat down on an empty lot in the middle of the basin and started playing a joke.
There was a deep sadness in the eyes of the half-repentant old evil gong. That sadness was intact in the melody. As if sympathizing with his sorrow, dark clouds covered the sky darkly. The wind carried his tone far away, and even the mountains and vegetation seemed to weep.
Patter!
Finally, dark clouds began to spit out rain. Rain fell on the head of the old villain. Rainwater flowed down my head, and my clothes got wet. Still, I didn’t know that the old evil gong would stop playing.
There was a man who looked at such an old evil gaze with a sad gaze. Bloody clothes fluttering like black wings and golden eyes that shine clearly even in the pouring rain.
There are many unmanned people in the world, but there was only one man with such a striking characteristic. Heukikshinchang, he showed up.
Heukikshinchang’s gaze did not know that he would fall away from the old villain.
Cheon Gong Eumma Yun Chun-hak.
He was in memory of his only disciple, Golden Leaf.
He was a true marriage lover who played for his disciples. It was Yun Chun-hak’s last ritual to let him go.
Heukikshinchang couldn’t say anything because he couldn’t even dare to guess that deep sorrow. I just watch silently.
It was then. A huge shadow emerged from behind Yun Chun-hak. The air began to fluctuate rapidly when a giant body like a black bear, two large axes at the crossroads behind his back, and a giant with a sporadic head drooping down to his shoulders appeared.
“Hey! Someone left the Cheongseung here and it was a umma.”
The giant’s bid to see Yun Chun-hak was twisted. A terrible spirit was flowing from his body.
“It’s been a while, estimate.”
Giant looked at the direction the voice came from. Standing there, a man vomiting golden eyes.
Giant laughed.
“Mooncheon.”
He called his name instead of the nickname Heukikshinchang. The true name of Woomuncheon, which few people know.
Woomuncheon’s eyes were deeply submerged.
The name of the giant is Manchusan, and the other is Pacheonmabu (破天魔斧). Like Woomuncheon, he was also a member of the four great horses.
Like an active volcano, it is said that it has the strongest destructive power among the four great horses because of its aggressive tendency and overwhelming physical ability.
“Will we meet in thirty years?”
“Huh! I think that’s good enough. Then and now you haven’t changed anything.”
“You are the same.”
Decades have passed, but their appearance has not changed at all. It seemed that the passage of time was only for them. But none of them questioned him.
Then another voice came.
“I thought I came first, but three people came first.”
Their heads turned to a calm yet intelligent voice. There she was.
A beautiful woman in her thirties. Her hair is soft black and blue, and her eyes are mysterious, silvery. It was Baek Yaseonja (白夜仙子) salt scent who showed her unrivaled beauty and presence without regret.
Manchu-san laughed at her appearance.
“Kuck! It’s been a while, witch.”
“You haven’t changed anything.”
“If a person changes easily, it means that the day to die is not far away.”
Three of the four great horses gathered in one place. Even raindrops could not invade their terrifying presence and bounced in all directions.
After decades, they came together again. However, not all were gathered.
Heukikshinchang Woomuncheon looked around and said.
“I can’t see the truth. Doesn’t it come again?”
“It must be wandering around the world again. Because that human wandering wall is not a day or two.”
They thought of a man who didn’t come here.
Cheongpungmayeong (靑風魔影) Yu Jinmyeong.
A member of the four great horses like them, and the fastest being in the world. Like the nickname of Cheongpung Mayoung, he was the owner of a spirit free like the wind. There were many cases where the figure was barely revealed unless it was special.
“But when we make a decision, it will be the first to run. Because he is that kind of person.”
Everyone nodded at the words of Salt Hyang.
He is the one who will come even if he is told not to come in time. There was no need to be anxious that he was not here, and there was no reason to doubt.
Five more people joined after that. There are village roads that look ordinary, and some of them appear to have come out from plowing the fields. These people are common in the countryside and in the streets.
However, prayer and a sense of presence were flowing out of their bodies. Woo Moon-cheon muttered at their appearance.
“Is all the six horses gathered together?”
If the Four Great Horseshoe is an external symbol of Milya, then Yukmazone is actually the leaders of Milya. They scattered around the world to raise disciples and increase their power.
Although the ranks were above the four great horses, even they could not treat the six horses unwillingly. Yun Chun-hak, who is still playing in the sky, is also a member of the Yukma Zone.
After all the six horses and the six horses gathered, tension overflowed in the hall. Only then did Yun Chun-hak stop riding and get up from his seat.
“Cheonhak, heartache must be great.”
“The work of a single leaf has become really sad.”
Yukmazon gave words of consolation to Yun Chun-hak, who had lost his student.
The golden leaves were like children to them as well. The recalled expression when they first learned martial arts was still vivid in their memories.
They tried to comfort them, but Yun Chun-hak’s expression was cold.
“I didn’t ask for a congressional order to receive your comfort or consolation. Danyeop wanted us to go out into the world. I want to make her dream come true.”
“Cheonhak!”
“As soon as Yaju comes, I will ask you to formally go out into the world.”
“… … .”
At the words of Yun Chun-hak, Jang-nae suddenly fell into silence.
Some expressed excitement, and some couldn’t hide their expressions of concern.
The villager with the mildest impression among the six horses opened his mouth.
“Cheonhak, many children will die or get hurt.”
“You know better that you can’t always suppress them. They always wanted to go out in the world. We just suppressed their will. Danyeop chose death for them. I will not make his death in vain.”
“Hmmm!”
“The single leaf always wanted Milya to wake up. I wanted to roar to the world, and I wanted to pull out the sword of retribution. Look at you. Look at me Here are some ugly old men who are complacent with reality and suppress the dreams of young children.”
Yun Chun-hak’s voice was close to a scream. Manchu-san, a Pacheon coach, laughed at his voice with deep reverberation.
“Huh! You seem to be awake now. right. The single leaves are what you killed. The single leaf reminds you of your stupidity.”
Manchusan shouted as he looked around the basin, which is now the land of death.
“Look carefully. This is where we used to be. Have we already forgotten how this place was destroyed and how we were driven out? If so, you must be a really foolish nerd.”
“Bankman, you’re too talkative. No matter how much you are a member of the Four Great Horses, we also have six horses. Please keep the minimum manners.”
A middle-aged man in his mid forties stepped forward due to Manchusan’s provocation.
In the body of a middle-aged man dressed in a butcher-like outfit that seemed to be able to catch cattle at any moment in the slaughterhouse, the rough livelihood was emanating without filtering. In his terrible life, even the wind held his breath and the raindrops bounced off in all directions, making a crackling sound.
The chapter of Chiljima Zone (七指魔尊).
He was a member of the Yukma Zone and also the owner of the most liveable martial arts in the world, the Yasudo (野獸刀). No matter how much it is, he is an opponent that cannot be easily seen. However, Woomun-cheon didn’t change a single expression.
“Why, do you want to try it?”
“Will you really come out like this?”
As the tail of Long Hwang’s eyes rose to the sky, his life was amplified several times more. Then Manchu-san smiled and raised his spirits.
Wow!
Living and living collide, causing resonance. A feeling of pressure that would make it difficult for an average person to breathe spread out in the air.
There was an instantaneous tension in the intestine.
At that time, Yun Chun-hak stepped forward.
“You don’t have to fight each other. Yaju will decide anyway.”
“Hmmm!”
At Yun Chun-hak’s words, the two gradually reaped their strength.
Yaju.
The absolute person who leads Milya.
No matter how many four great horses or six horses, he couldn’t deny his decision. Because he is the true master of darkness.
In the last few decades, Milya has created Yaju with all its utmost power.
A true master who will rule and lead them.
By now he will be coming here.
Yun Chun-hak looked up at the sky.
The rain stopped at one point, revealing the clear sky.
“No matter what decision the Yaju makes, I will follow it. Like a dog, it will be long, and if it bark, it will bark. If I could punish Unjungcheon by killing the drum sword that killed my disciple Danyeop.”
The voice of the teacher who lost his childlike disciple was scattered in the wind.
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Jinmuwon suddenly raised his head and looked up ahead.
“Huh? What is it?”
Myeongryu Mountain tilted his head as if strange as he looked at Jinmuwon. However, Jin Muwon looked ahead for a while without an answer.
At the end of the flowing Yangtze River, a huge city vaguely revealed its outline.
“Is it Wuhan?”
Wuhan Chengdu in Hubei Province.
The place where all civilizations in Jungwon intersect, and Unjungcheon is behind it. From now on, it was like the front yard of Unjungcheon.
Numerous thoughts passed through Jinmuwon’s mind like a kaleidoscope.
Underneath the harsh skies of the north, the father who had to choose to die on his own intersects the figure of himself, who had to bow his head under the harsh wind.
“ten… … Did it take years or decades? Until I come here.”
After that long time, I finally came to this place.
Unjungcheon, on the earth of those Absolutes.