Legend of the Northern Blade novel - chapter 185

There were nine engravings in Unjungcheon’s resistance.

The place to stay when the nine skies enter Unjungcheon. So even the name was Gu Joonggak.

Each of the halls that made up the Gujunggak were completely independent with high walls and additions. There were dozens of unmanned people standing next to each other, making it impossible for foreigners to approach this place.

Gyeonggak (劍頂閣) was also one of Gujunggak.

Like the arrogant name of the top of the sword, the black gak was gorgeous. In the whole pavilion, which was colored red, shamanistic masters stood on the lookout.

The reason why the shamanist masters stood on the alert was simple. This is because Gyeonggak was the residence of the Red-yeop Jinin.

Red-yeop Jinin was the sky of swords produced by shamans. He was the one who used the most sword in the world, and he was the one who came closest to the extreme of the sword.

Any disciple of shamans wanted to be taught by him. It is because being taught by him, even for a first time, can gain much greater enlightenment than after years of trial.

However, the red-leaf Jinin rarely showed its appearance like a supreme-ruler dragon on a cloud. Even in the shamans, seeing him was as difficult as picking the stars in the sky. For that reason, many of the two great disciples and the three great disciples did not even know the face of Jeok-yeop Jin-in.

Red-yeop Jin-in appeared only in his mid-to-late forties. A little pale face with a bulging nose, and deep vertigo in the eyes with magnetic light located under the thick eyebrows like Songchungi.

No one knew exactly what the actual age of Jeok-yeop Jin-in was. However, it was the opinion of the world that at least seventy to eighty years old would have been well over as the current shaman’s long-aged man called him four hundred.

Even when you are in your eighties, it means that you are in the mid-to-late forties, which means that you have a strong inner hole. It is against the flow of time with a strong pitting.

Red-yeop Jinin was standing by the window and looking out. In Gyeonggak, the outer castle of Unjungcheon was seen brightly. In particular, from the window where Red-yeop Jinin stood, the appearance of Unjungcheon’s exterior was clearly visible.

There was no light of any emotion on the face of Jinin Red-yeop looking out of the window. He just looked at Unjungcheon with an indifferent gaze.

Then an angry voice came from outside the door.

“Sabaek, this is the sea stream. I came with Myeongwoon.”

“Come in.”

When the permission of the red-yeop Jinin fell, two people came inside.

They were Doin, who appears to be in her mid-to-late fifties, and a young unmanned man who is now in her mid-twenties. The name of Doin is Haecheon. He is a priest of Haegeum Jinin, a long-term shaman of the current shaman, and he said that he has a deeper knowledge of the sword instead of the sword.

In particular, he was deeply immersed in the myeonjang (綿掌), and it was so great that it was unrivaled even in shamanism.

The young warrior next to Jinin in Haecheon had the name of Myeongwoon. Myung-woon was a disciple whom Jinin Jeok-yeop collected in his later years. Originally, he was supposed to be a non-partisan Lee Dae-in, but Jeok Yeop Jin-in, who fell in love with the genius, decided to teach.

Myung-woon carefully called Jin-in Jeok-yeop.

“Master.”

Only then did Jinin Jeok-yeop turn around. Haecheon Jinin and Myeongwoon bowed their heads deeply to express their awe.

“What about the other disciples?”

“Except for the children who were in charge of contacting with the outside, as instructed by Sabaek Nim, we have taken measures to stay in the black corner only.”

“Good job.”

“Seobaek-nim?”

“Why?”

“May I ask why you are not letting your disciples go?”

A question arose in the face of Jinin Haecheon.

In fact, his question was natural. Participating in this Unjungcheon event was a great experience for non-partisan disciples who rarely deviate from their usual prose.

It was a great opportunity to broaden the scope of thinking and expand connections through exchanges with students from other cultures. However, for some reason, Jeok-yeop Jin-in forbade non-partisan disciples from going outside the black gak.

It is natural to follow the order of the four hundred respected, but it was unavoidable that it was questionable.

“Because it is not yet the time.”

“time?”

“You will gradually find out. Until then, do not let the children neglect to practice martial arts.”

“Okay.”

Jinin Haecheon couldn’t ask any more at the firm voice of Jinin Jeokyeop.

“The same goes for Myeong-luck. Like other disciples, you will have to devote more to martial arts.”

“I will keep it in mind, Master.”

Myeongwoon did not express any questions. For him, the teacher Red-yeop Jin-in was heaven, and his words were like law. That much he respected Jinin Jeokyeop.

“Your competitor is not Chilsocheon, Myeongwoon.”

“then?”

“It is a fresh water spring. Although Chilsocheon is prestigious, it is far less than that of freshwater stream. Be on the lookout for him.”

Myeong-woon nodded with a firm expression. This is why he knows the prestige of the freshwater stream.

Suddenly he asked.

“How about a drum sword? Everyone who comes here talks about him.”

“Jimmuwon.”

Red-yeop Jinin’s eyes were sharpened.

Myeongwoon, who mentions Jinmuwon, was clearly in the eyes of goodwill. It was obvious that it was natural to burn the spirit of competition toward the latter-stage index, which is now the most prestigious in the world. Especially if the unmanned man learned the same sword.

But Jeok-yeop Jin-in shook his head.

“He doesn’t need to care.”

“Yes?”

“No one waters flowers that will not bloom long.”

“Do you mean he’s a flower that won’t bloom long?”

“Look and see. What is clear is that he bloomed too early. The sunlight in spring is ephemeral, and there are not many sunny days.”

“Hmmm!”

At the assertion of Jinin Red-yeop, Myeongwoon made a regretful expression. But that’s what a heavenly teacher says. I have never seen anything wrong with what his teacher is saying. It will certainly be the case again.

‘I mean fresh water spring or fresh water spring.’

He burned his fighting spirit toward a freshwater stream he had never seen before.

Jeokyeop Jinin brightened his eyes while watching such a good luck.

Jinmuwon must have a flower that will not bloom long. However, apart from him, Myeong-woon was still an overwhelming opponent.

Just as Jin Moo-won recognized Jeok-yeop Jin-in, Jeok-yeop Jin-in also recognized Jin Mu-won at once.

He was hiding in the crowd in a normal form, but he couldn’t fool the red-yeop Jin-in’s eyes.

Its profound presence and prominence.

Myeongwoon couldn’t sense the worrisome feeling that only unmanned people who were in the ranks of red-yeop Jin-in could feel it. That meant that Myeong-woon was lacking much against Jin Mu-won’s opponents.

It was not yet the time for Myeongwoon to experience defeat. Now was the time to just look ahead and run. Strikes from such a period could be a stumbling block to growth.

Myungwoon was a valuable talent who should succeed him and become the sky of shamans. It should have been protected.

Red-yeop Jin-in shook his hand.

“Go out.”

The two went outside after taking a gun from Jeok-yeop Jin-in.

Jeok-yeop Jin-in, who was left alone, suddenly opened his mouth.

“Would you like to stop coming out?”

“… … .”

“That nasty habit is still there. Your stench fills the room. Would you like to pull it out with my hand?”

“Kuhh! Malkodosa’s gaeko is still the same.”

At that moment, the scenery in one side of the room was distorted, and an old man who looked like he was in his late sixties appeared like a lie. The old man was wearing a rag-like jacket and barely supporting his body with a large cane. He had a small bottle of alcohol in his hand, and a terrible scent of how much he drank was sticking to the tip of Jinin Red-yeop’s nose.

Jeok-yeop Jin-in frowned at the old man’s appearance. If an ordinary unmanned figure appeared in front of him like this, it would have been slaughtered immediately. However, the opponent was not such a general unmanned person.

The opponent was one of the few unmanned people who were entitled to face him.

Neunggun-hui of the Wind-Wun-Bonju (風雲旛主).

The absolute unmanned belonging to such nine heavens.

A man whose everything is unclear, including his family name. However, he was an absolute powerhouse that even Jeok-yeop Jin-in acknowledged for his ignorance.

Neunggun-hui was excited like the wind. He never stayed in one place for long, and he never showed a real figure like a supreme-ruler dragon on a cloud.

“What about you? He hated entering Unjungcheon rather than dying.”

“I don’t think you’re asking because you don’t know why?”

Neunggun-hui sat down in front of Jinin Jeok-yeop while drinking alcohol. In the appearance of Neung Gun-hui’s unpersonality, a goal was dug in the brow of Jeok-yeop Jin-in.

Neunggunhui suddenly put down the bottle he was holding and complained.

“Ah, the alcohol is not good. Hey, Malco. Is there anything left in the jade roju? Since you have tasted the sake you brewed, you can’t drink any other alcohol.”

Jinin Jeok-yeop opened the jang without a word and pulled out a bottle of liquor. It was Okroju as spoken by Neunggunhui.

The only hobby other than learning a sword for Jinin Jeok-yeop was to make alcohol. In particular, okroju, which was made by collecting dew that was not mixed with any blemishes in the early morning, was difficult to taste.

A bright smile emerged from Neunggunhui’s face. Jinin Jeok-yeop threw a bottle of Okroju to Neunggunhui. Neunggun-hui hurriedly opened the bottle cap and inhaled it.

“Oh! Feel so good! After all, Malco’s Jade Roju is a heavenly taste. Heh!”

Only then did Neunggunhui look satisfied. On the contrary, the expression of Jinin Red-yeop became even colder.

“I’ll ask you again. What’s wrong with Unjungcheon?”

“Isn’t it because I don’t know?”

“Is it also because of the chocks?”

“Who’s thinking? Is it also a western culture?”

“That was the whole opinion. It was a common opinion among all that in order to get out of the current crisis, the young unmanned people should unite first.”

“Huh! It’s really great, really.”

“So did it appear? Are you trying to interfere?”

“Hindrance? What power do I have. It used to be, but this time it must be quietly distorted.”

“I hope you keep your words.”

“Don’t worry. I know better than anyone that I can’t go against the trend alone.”

Neunggunhui took the Okroju again.

Half of what I drink and half of what flows down my mouth. Because of that, my chest grew up, but I didn’t care about Neunggunhui.

Jeok-yeop Jin-in closed his eyes for a while at the appearance of Neung Gun-hui.

Neunggunhui was a person who was qualified to call him a friend. However, he had a skill that made others uncomfortable. Because of that, even with absolute ignorance, he just circulated around.

“Gunhui, I will give you my advice.”

“I do not listen. Heh!”

“It doesn’t matter what it looks like. But, don’t try to intervene in Unjung-cheon’s affairs any more.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to intervene anymore, even if it’s not your advice.”

“That heart, I hope it will not change.”

“Huh! Can I say a word too?”

“… … .”

Red-yeop Jinin shut his mouth. However, Neunggunhui talked without worrying about it.

“You cannot always cover the sky with your palm. When the moon is full, it will tilt, and dogs that have been hunted will be eaten. Please be careful.”

“Do you dare see me and be a dog? This red leaf… … .”

“That’s it for yourself. I’m going to go.”

Neunggunhui stood up and walked out. Jeok-yeop Jinin stared at Neunggunhui’s back with a cool gaze.

‘The author… … .’

Suddenly Neunggun-hui turned around and shook the bottle when the flesh of the red-yeop Jinin’s heart was smoldering.

“Oh, I will drink this drink well. Heh heh!”

One laughed, and one didn’t.