Novel legend of northern blade chapter ‎8

<-- Episode 8 -->

The weather has been cloudy over the past few days, and the skies have started to vomit the snow that has accumulated. At first, it was a little bit scattered, but afterwards, it poured out to the point where it was impossible to see one inch ahead. The three days of snow made the heavens and earth white, and the cold that came just in time froze the world.

Winter has come to the Bukcheonmun Gate.

The three trillion members, including Jangpaesan, stopped outside activities and entered the chipgeo. However, nothing changed from Jinmuwon's work. Despite the fierce wind that digs through his collar, he always took a walk once a day and stayed up all night at the top of Manyeong Pagoda. Then, when the morning sun came up, I slept for a while and read the book Hwang-cheol sent me.

Jinmuwon spent the day following a simple but tight routine. So Moo-sang stuck his tongue out at the appearance of Jin Muwon. Regardless of the truthful mind, spending a day in one such place or that way is usually impossible without a firm mind.

Time passed slowly, and it was not easy to see another person as the day passed. People who are weak because the dizzying sense of isolation and loss eats their mind little by little without their knowledge.

In fact, among the three trillion won, one or two such people were appearing. If it had not been for Jangpaesan's strong control, Satan would have been born as well.

They had hopes that they would have to last for another year, but Jinmuwon didn't have that. So Moo-sang was only curious about how he could be so calm in a situation where only unavoidable waiting and exiles such as eternity remained.

Had it not been for Man Young-gyeol, so if there was no object to be immersed in the topic all day long, Jin Muwon might have gone crazy like Somu-sang thought.

Jinmuwon's day started with Man Younggyeol and ended with Man Younggyeol. When the dawn rises, he climbs the Manyeong Tower and follows Manyeonggyeol and does not let go of the topic of Man Younggyeol even while taking a walk.

Breathing, moving, and even eating can't get out of the crowd.

Recently, Jinmuwon was feeling frustrated. Man Younggyeol's progress was just blocked.

Agonsim (我健心足) of the Gyeongsecheonbyeon (愅世千變).

'Even if the world changes and changes a thousand times, I would be satisfied with a single heart.'

This is the passage in the middle of Man Younggyeol. Man Young-gyeol itself was made up of ambiguous words, but this part in particular gave Jin Mu-won a feeling.

I couldn't figure out what a firm heart really meant. There was nothing wrong with skipping this part and operating the other part. However, Jinmuwon couldn't move forward any more because something important was missing.

I read the book in Mangyeonggak again and again, but it was vague as if walking in the fog.

“Agonsimjok, is it enough to have a firm heart? Whew, I don't know. I can't really know.”

Jinmuwon, who had been struggling for a long time, got up from his seat and headed to the library. I wondered if I couldn't find a breakthrough in the book.

Sa-Dak-Sa-Bak!

The sound of shattering snow on the tip of the toe resounded in a small resounding. The cold touch transmitted through the tip of the toe awakened Jinmuwon's spirit. Suddenly I looked up and saw the snow that had stopped for a while pouring out again.

Jin Muwon intuited that this year would be an exceptionally long winter. At times like this, it was important to have a leisurely time without making a rush.

One side of Mangyeonggak was piled high with books that had not yet been seen. These are the items Hwangcheol brought along with his daily necessities. One of Hwang's joys was to get old books at the old bookstore for Jinmuwon during the time of transporting the objects.

"Well?"

Suddenly, Jinmuwon's eyes were frowned. The windows of Mangyeonggak were shattered, and snow from the wind stood and piled up on the floor. Someone came in.

Jinmuwon, who was looking at the floor for a while, walked toward the corner of Mangyeonggak. It was because the small footprints in the snow were pointing towards it.

Shh!

As I went around the bookshelf in the corner, I suddenly felt an eerie and cold texture on my neck.

“Huh!”

Jinmuwon kicked his tongue.

It is because someone who appeared silently behind his back put a small dagger in his neck. In the side of the dagger sprinkled with pure white light, the figure of In-young was subtly reflected on the side of the dagger, which was forged so sharply.

'Woman?'

She was a little girl who looked barely enough to live forty years now. She was an impressive girl with her exceptionally pale white skin, clear black eyes like black jade, red lips like blood, and dark hair with a subtle blue tinge.

Still holding a dagger around Jinmuwon's neck, the girl whispered from behind her back.

“Who are you?”

“That sounds like I'm going to do?”

The girl applied strength to the hand holding the dagger.

“I asked the question.”

“Hey! I am the owner of this place.”

"host? So you mean the successor of the Northern Astronomical Moon?”

“Yeah, even though it's ruined, I'm still sure he's the owner. It's your turn now.”

The dagger was in a situation where he would lose his life if he digs in a little more, but Jin Muwon's voice did not contain any trembling or fear.

"I… … .”

Shit!

At a moment, the girl stopped speaking, and the dagger on Jinmuwon's neck fell to the floor. Jinmuwon looked back and found the girl collapsed. The girl's left shoulder was all covered with blood, and the floor was soaked with blood for so much bleeding.

Jinmuwon hurriedly brought her ear to the girl's chest. The weak heartbeat was dangerous as if I could stop breathing anytime soon. I didn't know the circumstances, but I couldn't let the girl die like this.

Jin Muwon took the girl and brought it to her residence. After laying the girl on her bed, she carefully peeled off her ginseng. Then a coat stained with blood appeared. Jinmuwon gently lowered only the shoulder of the outer garment.

"Well!"

The moment I checked the girl's wounds, Jin Muwon's lips squeezed and a groan came out.

There was a coin-sized hole in her shoulder, all around the wound was discolored.

“Are you being memorized with extreme poison?”

Guessing the size of the wound, it was most likely an arrow or a small dagger.

Jin Muwon opened the chest of drawers near the bed and pulled out a small ring.

“I don’t think that the remaining pillars will be picked up.”

The most developed part of Bukcheonmun along with martial arts was medicine. It has evolved naturally after fighting against Milya for more than a hundred years.

One of the objects made at that time was the Hosim Admiral Dan (護心除毒丹) held by Jinmuwon. Admiral Hosim has excellent efficacy in protecting the heart vein and detoxifying poison. However, at the time of the fall of Bukcheonmun, the recipe was lost, and most of what had been manufactured was lost, and Jinmuwon had all of it.

It was stored just in case, but Jinmuwon without hesitation took off the gold leaf that was building the Hoshim Admiral. Then, a phantom with black color appeared, and a subtle scent filled the room in no time.

I took all the elixirs that promoted merit, but the Hoshim Admiral did not touch whether it felt that it was useless. If that's the case, I don't know if it's worth noting.

When Jinmuwon pressed the throat blood, the girl's lips opened slightly. When Jin Muwon put in the Hoshim Admiral, it melted like water in no time and passed into the throat.

Jinmuwon looked in the drawer again. What he took out this time was a small wooden box. The wooden box was filled with silver needles used by lawmakers. He put a silver needle around the girl's wound. Then the bleeding stopped and the bleeding stopped.

“Whew!”

Jinmuwon sighed of relief. First of all, he did everything he could.

After that, Jin Moo-won took a break and looked closely at the girl's face. The girl who looked one or two years younger than herself was very beautiful. The long eyebrows, narrow nose, and red lips were vivid as if painted with a brush.

The unusually white skin and the contrasting bluish black hair made her beauty stand out. It was a great beauty right now, but it seemed like a flower in full bloom after a few more years.

“I keep getting customers in the house without them.”

Jinmuwon sitting in the chair sighed.