Legend of the Northern Blade novel - chapter 168
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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Shhh!
Jinmuwon opened his eyes to the sharp air that rang out of the brain.
The dizzying feeling as if trapped between dozens of sharp swords stimulated Jinmuwon’s nerves. Even if you don’t dare to reveal yourself, you feel like a strong presence and a sense of coercion.
The intense confidence as if he was standing alone in heaven and earth was vividly conveyed in the air.
Jinmuwon’s eyes were deeply submerged in the dark.
Finally, through the darkness, someone revealed its outline.
It was a middle-aged man who looked lean like an iron skewer, and was small and looked dull. But even in the dark, the man’s eyes were radiating intense light. His sharp eyes, like a well-refined sword, were pointing towards Jinmuwon.
A much younger man stood behind the man’s back. He was looking at Jinmuwon with a very complex emotional gaze. However, it did not stand out much because of the strong presence of a middle-aged man.
Jin Muwon’s eyes, looking at the two, shook momentarily. These are the faces of two people who barely can see outlines under a faint torch. However, Jinmuwon recognized them at once. Over ten years have passed, but their appearance has not changed much from the one that exists in Jinmuwon’s memory.
“year… Uncle.”
“It was you too.”
A middle-aged man came one more step toward Jinmuwon. Then his appearance was clearly revealed.
Yeoncheonhwa of Sosu-Gwisword (素手鬼劍).
A man who was once called the sword of the Buk Astronomical Gate, and now a man called the Bukcheonsaju. Jin Muwon called him his uncle, and he loved him by calling him his niece.
However, it was just a piece of memories that had already passed, but their eyes looking at each other were more cold and cold than others who didn’t know.
After looking at Yeoncheonhwa for a while, Jin Muwon’s gaze turned to the young unmanned man behind him.
“Unkyung… brother.”
“It’s been a long time.”
A young unmanned man approached. Then his face was clearly revealed under the torch. A man with a plain-looking face and a slightly docile look was a man well known to Jin Muwon.
Jo Ungyeong. He is the eldest son of Kwon-ma Cho Chun-woo, who spent his childhood with Jin Mu-won at Bukcheonmun Gate. Although he is now an enemy, Jinmuwon followed him in his childhood.
The faint memories of what had become a thing of the distant past, so I thought that there really was such a thing made Jin Muwon’s heart beset.
Yeon Chun-hwa’s eyes, looking at Jinmuwon, were filled with gloomy feelings such as displeasure, anger, and hatred.
“You’ve been alive well.”
“My uncle also looks good.”
“How have you lived so far? Why didn’t you come to the heavy gumbo while you were so alive?”
“It was because I was a little busy.”
“Right. Still, I have a feeling I’ve known for 10 years, but if I had come, I would have served you a meal of warm rice.”
“I didn’t want to risk my life on just one meal of rice, uncle.”
“Aren’t you that courageous?”
“It’s because I’ve always lived by just noticing.”
The conversation between the two men reminded me of the secret dance between the masters. Even the air in the prison held their breath at their conversation.
Yeon Chun-hwa revealed unpleasant feelings without hiding them. Even a subtle life lingered in his eyes. If there is no iron spear blocking the front, it is the momentum to wield a sword at once.
His eyes became a dagger and digs Jinmuwon’s whole body. It is the state of a uigi-myeong-in who hurts people just by means of their will.
Had Jinmuwon been a normal person, he would have vomited blood and suffered internal injuries just by receiving his eyes.
To Yeon Chun-hwa, Jinmuwon was like a thunderbolt from a dry sky.
No matter how well the packaging was done, Bukcheonsaju was just a branch of Bukcheonmun. For them, Jin Mu-won, the orthodox successor of Buk Astronomy, was a big stumbling block just by its existence.
I thought that Yeoncheonhwa had built a solid foundation and built Cheolongseong Fortress that never shakes. However, his thoughts were shaking sharply from the moment he met Jin Muwon again.
Jinmuwon is casually taking over his blade-like momentum. That means that Jinmuwon’s martial arts is so great that it is close to him.
‘Is there any martial arts left in the North Astronomical Gate that this guy can learn?’
I thought it wasn’t Yeoncheonhwa.
Hearing rumors said that Jinmuwon learned the sword. The sword he is holding in his hand proves that fact. The gumbo in the North Astronomical Gate he scraped everything. He didn’t leave any swordsmanship that Jinmuwon could learn.
‘Then, it means that Jin Mun-ju has left a separate martial arts.’
In Yeoncheonhwa’s eyes, the light of jealousy instantly appeared and then disappeared.
He had a sense of inferiority to Jin Kwan-ho, the gatekeeper of the Northern Astronomy. Yeoncheonhwa could also be said to be a genius, but he had never beaten Jin Kwan-ho.
Jin Kwan-ho treated Yeoncheon-hwa unselfishly, but the feeling of Yeoncheon-hwa to see him was never comfortable. He always dreamed of getting out of the arms of Jin Kwan-ho and flying alone. So when the opportunity came, I did not miss it.
It is for the same reason that even after the destruction of the Bukcheonmun Gate, Jinmuwon was always on the forefront. Only after hearing that Jin Muwon was dead was he able to sleep comfortably.
Asked Yeoncheonhwa.
“What are you going to do in the future? If you’re going back north, I might be able to release you from the prison.”
“Are you saying to go back to the north?”
“Isn’t that your home anyway?”
“Then, I guess your uncle’s hometown is different?”
“you?”
Yeon Chun-hwa’s eyebrows wriggled at an unexpected answer. But he soon regained his coolness.
“So you’re saying you’re not going back? If you did, there wouldn’t be anything good for you.”
“I don’t think that’s something your uncle is going to worry about.”
“I must have been worried that I am useless. You too are a grown-up now. But do you know the fact that when you become an adult, you always have responsibilities, right? I always hope you don’t forget that.”
“Thank you for your advice, I will keep it in my heart.”
“huh!”
Yeon Chun-hwa laughed. In his eyes, the life was overwhelming. In fact, he was living now.
For him, the Bukcheonmun Gate was a wall that must be overcome, and the orthodox successor of the Bukcheonmun Gate was a huge tree to be cut down. According to his will, the sword in his waist began to shed his sword little by little.
It was then.
“My uncle, I’d like to talk to Muwon for a while.”
Jo Ungyeong, who had been watching silently until now, stepped forward. His involvement took place at a very exquisite point of view, so Yeoncheonhwa had to reap the momentum without giving off any more life. His face was uncomfortable.
“huh! I will be out.”
Yeoncheonhwa went outside without looking back.
‘I have to meet the teenage elders.’
Blood was bleeding from my cracked lips, but Yeoncheonhwa didn’t even feel that.
When Yeoncheonhwa went out, only Jinmuwon and Jo Ungyeong remained in the prison. The two looked at each other silently for a moment.
Jo Ungyeong, who had been looking at Jinmuwon for a while, opened his mouth first.
“I’m glad it looks good.”
“My brother also looks good.”
“No way. But it was frankly unexpected that you really were the swordsman.”
“Is that so?”
“You must have suffered a lot.”
“I never thought it was a hardship.”
In response to Jinmuwon’s answer, Jo Ungyeong closed his eyes for a moment.
I could see it even if I did not see it with my eyes. The Northern Astronomical Gate, where everyone left ten years ago, was like hell. It is Jinmuwon who was abandoned there and has lived until this time.
At that young age, he couldn’t even dare to guess how much torment Jinmuwon would have suffered before coming out of hell and standing here.
“What are you thinking?”
“What are you talking about?”
“What did you think of when you entered the imprisonment. Your skills known to Kangho would have been enough without having to see blood in Infinity. Still, you killed yourself.”
“They attacked, so I couldn’t help it.”
“You mean to see me and believe that?”
“What would you do if that was true?”
“Is that so?”
“What is your brother doing here? Is it also because of the chocks?”
“Yes. That was the will of my father, and the situation that was going back at the time made it inevitable.”
“So you’re going to be a stickman?”
“Isn’t there any way to do it? I’ve already come to this place.”
Jo Ungyeong smiled with self-help.
“I hope you will achieve what you want.”
“Thank you. I hope you too will achieve what you want.”
“Are you serious?”
“… … .”
Cho Woon-kyung’s eyebrows wriggled as if Jin Mu-won’s words were unexpected. Jinmuwon looked closely at Jo Ungyeong.
Jo Ungyeong soon recovered his expression and spoke naturally.
“What do you mean? Of course not seriously.”
“But why don’t you ask?”
“What do you mean?”
“My uncle’s whereabouts.”
At the moment, Jo Ungyeong’s expression became stiff.
“you?”
“It must have been a long time since the news broke. Aren’t you in doubt that maybe it might have something to do with me?”
“… … .”
“But why don’t you ask?”
“Will you answer me if I ask?”
In response to Jo Ungyeong’s calm answer, Jin Muwon approached the iron window.
“The older brother in my memory has always been a polite person. I didn’t dislike anyone, and I didn’t do anything wrong with anyone. At that time, I thought it was because my brother had a deep thought.”
“By the way?”
“But suddenly, that thought came to me. Maybe he’s a different person from what he sees.”
When only the two were left, Jin Muwon knew that Jo Woon-kyung would of course ask about Cho Chun-woo. Everyone knows that Jinmuwon went to Yunnan. And as soon as he left Yunnan, Jo Chun-wu went missing.
Anyone with even a little head spin would naturally associate Jinmuwon and Cho Chun-woo’s whereabouts. Nevertheless, Jo Ungyeong has never asked Jin Muwon about Jo Chun-woo.
“The fact that I think that I didn’t ask my father whereabouts is amazing. In the meantime, not only the martial arts have increased, but the conversation has also increased. And you haven’t answered yet. Father, what happened?”
“You are precious in my hands.”
“I see, too. I had any doubts.”
“You are not sad at all.”
“It seems that the force is broken enough now. What can I do to be sad more than this?”
“brother… … .”
“Tell me.”
“Did you learn the crosshairs?”
“… … .”
At the moment, Jo Ungyeong shut his mouth tight. His expression gradually changed. As if white paper was dyed in ink, the impression, atmosphere, and eyes changed completely. Like being a completely different person.
A line was drawn along the edge of his mouth.
“How did you know?”
Chiing! Chi-ying!
Instead of Jin Muwon’s answer, the story burst into tears.