Legend of the Northern Blade novel - chapter 165
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 *.*
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“what? Why is that man trapped in a brain prison?”
Myeongryu Mountain frowned.
An unexpected news came to him, who had been stuck in a closed room for a while and devoted himself to haze. That is, Jinmuwon was trapped in Unjungcheon’s prison.
Jinmuwon was a wall that he had to overcome and a huge mountain he had to climb. The news that Jinmuwon was trapped in an imprisonment gave a great shock to Mt. Myeongryu.
Most of all, the biggest shock is that Jin Muwon is the successor of Buk Astronomical. No matter how much he was a village man from the western plateau of Sichuan Province, he also knew how great the Northern Astronomical Gate was.
As a child, it was one of his long-time dreams to build a prestige by fighting Milya like the warriors of Bukcheonmun Gate.
“By the way, you mean that man is the orthodox successor of the North Astronomy?”
For some reason, my heart was getting stuffy. I felt myself endlessly shabby.
He left the manor and walked the Dongho promenade.
Various thoughts complicated his mind.
“Fuck! what? So, a guy with a story has learned martial arts so hard. Thug! If you do this, you can’t get through it.
Myeongryusan was in anger by kicking the stones rolling on the floor.
At that time, a black shadow fell in front of him. He looks up and a sturdy woman with a spear on his back is looking down at him.
“Is it a small cooperative of Mt. Myeongryu from Sacheon?”
“Is that so?”
“Please follow me for a moment. There is someone who wants to meet you.”
“what?”
Myeongryusan’s eyebrows were raised at the words of a proud woman. However, the woman continued to speak without concern.
“I will never lose money by meeting him. I bet.”
“His promise is… … .”
“Are you ignoring me now?”
“What do you ignore. You know the name of Sozer.”
“I’m Chae Hwa-young of Byeokgyemun.”
Myeongryusan’s face was hardened. He has never heard of the name Chae Hwa-young, but he knows the name Byeokgyeungmun.
Although it does not belong to the Old Moon Pavilion, the place he cannot dare to look up to is the Byekgyemun Gate. It was a strange feeling to send a lion from such a wall.
“Why am I at Byekgyemun?”
“It’s not a Byeokgyemun. Another person wants to meet Myeong So-hyeop. Seeing him will not hurt Myeong So-hyup. No, it could be a rather big opportunity.”
Myeongryusan’s eyebrows wriggled at Chae Hwa-young’s confident smile.
‘What is this girl trusting and so confident about?’
In the end, Myeongryu Mountain nodded, unable to overcome his curiosity. Chae Hwa-yeong smiled and turned around as if he knew it would.
“Follow me.”
Myeongryu Mountain followed her.
Chae Hwa-young was heading for a small pavilion located on one side of Dongho.
A woman was sitting on the pavilion. The wind from the lake gently fluttered the woman’s hair.
Chae Hwa-young said to the woman.
“Sister, as you said, I brought Myung Sohyup.”
Only then the woman turned and looked at Mt. Myeongryu. It was Seo Moon Hye-ryeong who had deep, supple, mysterious eyes and a dazzlingly beautiful appearance.
In the appearance of Seo Moon Hye-ryeong, Myeongryu Mountain swallowed dry saliva without knowing it. It is Myeongryusan Mountain, which is the last of all, but I instinctively felt that Hyeryeong Seo was not an ordinary person.
Seo Moon Hye-ryeong smiled while looking at Mt. Myeongryu.
“I am Seomun Hyeryeong of Seomun Sega.”
“It is Myeongryu Mountain.”
“Nice to meet you, Myung Sohyup. He’s a lot more polished than you’ve heard.”
“thank you.”
Myeongryu-san did engineering work without knowing himself at Seo Moon Hye-ryeong’s graceful voice. It was Myeongryu Mountain, which was a big hit for Jinmuwon and Ha Jinwol, but strangely, it was not possible for Seo Moon Hye-ryeong. The elegance felt in her made it that way.
“But if it’s a preface… … .”
“It’s not enough, but the strongest brothers chose one of the Seven Thousands.”
“You must have been Chilsocheon. Somehow it was unusual.”
“It’s just heomyeong. First take a seat. My head hurts as I keep looking up.”
“Ah yes!”
Myeongryu Mountain quickly sat in front of Seomun Hyeryeong. When I matched her eye level, I could see her face better. Myeongryusan once again swallowed dry saliva without knowing it. Her face, seen from the front, was as beautiful as a fairy from heaven. It is the first time in my life to see such a beautiful woman right in front of my nose.
Seo Moon Hye-ryeong’s smile thickened when he saw the face of Mt. Myeongryu glowing brightly.
“Even if it’s not like that, I really wanted to see Myung So-hyeop once.”
“You mean me?”
“Yeah.”
Myeongryu Mountain’s eyes shook violently at Hyeryeong Seo’s answer.
The foreign workers who were guarding the prison sentence met unexpected guests.
“No, who is this? Isn’t that gratuitous brother?”
“It’s been a long time.”
The man that foreign party warriors welcomed was Somu-sang. Even so, foreign affairs warriors welcomed Soo-sang, who was once a member of the same organization.
They did not know that Somu-sang was the head of the Chumil-dang party, and they knew that they were living in Unjungcheon after retirement.
“What is your gratuitous brother doing here?”
“I just remembered you on the way and came to me. I want to give this as well.”
Prime Minister Soo-sang handed out the basket he was holding in both hands to the foreign party warriors.
“What is this?”
“It is a food made in a guest cup. I brought you guys to eat.”
“brother.”
Foreign party warriors were thrilled at the words of Somo-sang. Even if it wasn’t, he was going out, but because Danungang gave him a strict order, he couldn’t dare to leave.
The basket was filled with rare food and alcohol that they would not normally encounter. The smell of oil gave them an ecstatic expression.
“Brother, can I really eat this?”
“Of course. Still, isn’t this place like my hometown? If I don’t take you, who will I take?”
“Thank you, brother. This grace, I will not forget.”
“Eat before it cools down.”
“Yes!”
Foreign party officials hurriedly took out the food in the basket and began to eat it. So Moo-sang, who was watching the figure for a while, suddenly said.
“Coming here reminds me of the old days. Can I take a look around me?”
“Look around as much as you like, brother. Where are we left?”
“Thank you. I will take a look around me slowly, so you should eat slowly.”
“Yes, brother.”
Somusang looked around the outer hall, leaving the samurai eating food behind. Then, when I couldn’t feel people’s gaze, I went into a prison.
As he walked through the prison, his chest pounded.
I walked through the dark passage and finally reached the end.
There he was.
A man sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes as if assimilated with the darkness.
The attiy he saw seven years ago disappeared, and now he turned into a thick Honam-hyung face, but Moo-sang So was able to recognize him at a glance.
“week… group.”
He tried to calm down, but his voice betrayed his will and trembled. Jinmuwon opened his closed eyes to his voice.
So Moo-sang was thrilled at the moment he saw the ordinary glances in which no supreme-rulers were seen. He shouted, grabbing the iron bars.
“Lord!”
“Free brother.”
“Lord! Cgh!”
So Moo-sang knelt while grabbing the iron spear. His shoulders were trembling, as if proving the intense feelings.
It is an encounter in seven years.
During that long time, Moo-Sang Soo never forgot Jin Mu-won for a single day. His body was in Unjungcheon, but his heart was always with Jinmuwon.
Hot tears flowed down his cheek. As soon as possible, Jinmuwon’s eyes turned red like him.
Jin Muwon tried hard to hold back his tears and spoke.
“You’ve gotten a lot shy.”
“I’ve been listening to the news from the lord, but I couldn’t see you because I was tied to Unjungcheon.”
“I thought it would.”
“It has been painted. You are now an in-house ledger.”
So Moo-sang smiled.
He took all the news about Jinmuwon, but he couldn’t figure out that he was imprisoned. Last night, a mysterious guest came to him and told him that Jinmuwon was trapped in a prison. It was a person belonging to the Black Moon who delivered the news to him.
“But what happened? Why is the lord coming into the prison?”
“That’s it.”
“Because of the lord right now, Unjungcheon is in a riot. The event of selecting a stick horse was pushed back as the leaders of the leaders and Kang Ho Myung-suk gathered together to discuss measures.”
“I see, too.”
“Have you deliberately revealed your identity?”
Jinmuwon nodded silently. Then Moo-sang Soo-sang looked sad.
“Why the hell did you do that? Right now is the time to be among the benefactors.”
“I had advice from the smartest person in the world. Even if it wasn’t the case, I didn’t want to enter Unjungcheon while hiding my identity.”
“You mean Ha Jin-wol, the tricephalus?”
“Did you know?”
“We were collecting all the news about the master. Of course, we also learned about him. Seo Moon Hye-ryeong was a person who was extremely wary.”
“When I am not here, go to him and discuss it.”
“Okay, lord.”
A smile came to the corner of Somusang’s mouth.
He could not dare to gauge the power of Jinmuwon, who was trapped in the prison. He, too, was confident that he had reached a certain level now, but everything in Jinmuwon was as vague as if it were covered in fog.
Even seven years ago, it was difficult to determine his level, but now I can’t even guess how much. So I was more willing.
‘The master has become a huge tree.’
Seven years ago, his eyes were never wrong.
His appearance changed a lot, but there was one thing that never changed. The deep gaze that seemed to contain the very Daesang was the same as it was in the past and now.
The fame of the one he chose was now reverberating. Hana Somusang knew that it was only the beginning.
When I thought about scolding Kang-ho with him, my whole body became brimming with blood.
Jinmuwon did not miss the naturally open air wave.
“You have had a lot of accomplishments?”
“I’m ashamed. I think I can barely use the Chungwoon Swordsmanship now.”
For the past seven years, others have been clinging to the Cheongwoon Swordsmanship, which they dismissed as the third-class martial arts. And I got a male mother to achieve.
A smile came to Jinmuwon’s mouth.
The first sword he chose broke through his own limitations through hard training. The achievement was unusual.
“You have a hard time.”
“The hard work is. Of course it was my job to do. From now on, I will be by my side.”
“With me, only bad roads will be waiting. Would you mind anyway?”
“We have learned martial arts to go along that road together. I will never avoid or back off because it is hard or hard.”
“Thank you, gratuitous brother.”
So Moo-sang suddenly knelt on one knee and shouted out loud.
“I will cut everything that stands in front of you with the lord’s first sword, Mr. Lee! Please drop me off at any time!”
His voice rang out in the brain.