Novel legend of northern blade chapter ‎14

<-- Episode 14 -->

Eun Han-seol's eyes shining coldly when he returned to his home.

'At least half of the internal gong was recovered.'

Originally, the poison left in her body had to be expelled only after her internal strength was fully restored, but she didn't have much time left. The poison that had encroached on her body was worse than I thought, and it was eating her body even at this moment.

I didn't tell Jin Muwon, but the poison that she suffered was what she made up, the most vicious and dangerous person in the world.

Blood, blood, and mixed poison (血血化混毒).

It is named because the internal organs turn into a handful of blood and die. Forgotten now, but decades ago, the blood-blooded addiction killed countless people.

As it was, Eun Han-seol must have lost his life. However, the admiral of Hosim, which Jin Muwon took to her, was strangely matched with the blood-blooded mixed poison.

Although it could not be completely eliminated, it showed excellent efficacy in suppressing poison. Thanks to this, she was able to sustain her life ever.

However, the efficacy of the Hoshim Admiral is also beginning to show a little bottom. If it was like this, his life was in danger before he could fully recover his internal strength. So she decided to gamble for her fate today. It is trying to drive away the poison inside the body with only the internal pores that have been restored to the present.

Eun Han-seol focused his mind and flew. After performing Daejucheon twice, Eun Han-seol confirmed that there was no abnormality in his body, and began to move the naegong again.

Currently, she was in a state where the poison inside her body was driven into the spleen and wrapped in a pitting hole. The poison in the spleen had to be carefully moved and sent to the ring finger of his left hand. If the operation of Naegong is a little wrong or her composure is shaken, she will die immediately if she vomits blood with a lacquer.

Eun Han-seol started to move my gong little by little. When her concentration reached its peak, thick drops of sweat formed on her forehead. Sweat dripping from her forehead tickled her nose and cheeks, but she focused only on the operation of the inner pores without a fine motion.

The poison that had been trapped in the spleen began to move little by little. At that moment, the poison began to rebel violently, like a living life.

'Quick!'

My composure was broken, and the curtain of air that had been wrapped around the poison was almost broken. That much, the rebellion of poison was strong. He seemed to know that if it was pushed here, it would be over.

Thus, for a while, the fight of the spirit of the gong and the poison continued. As long as it can't be overpowered at once, it has no choice but to go to a long battle. Eunhanseol allocates the inner space so that it can be operated for as long as possible.

As time passed, Eun Han-seol's face became tired of frustration. I was screaming from all over my body when I tried to use my air in an incomplete state.

In the pain that seemed to squeeze the whole body like a rag, a soft tongue squeezed his teeth. If you scream here, the curtain will break and the poison will spread throughout your body. If that happens, even if Daera Shinseon came, she couldn't save her.

'Concentrate, Eun Hanseol. All of you are at stake here.'

Eun Han-seol did his best. Then her whole body got wet.

Grungy!

Suddenly, the poison shook greatly inside her body. At the moment, her body bounced loudly, as if struck by lightning. He didn't scream, but it was obvious that he was shocked.

Jourleuk!

Her lips squeezed, black blood flowed, and her face turned white. She urgently tried to subdue the poison, but to no avail. First of all, her history was absurdly insufficient to subdue the repelled poison.

'Off, is it the end?'

Her vision gradually blurred. She realized that she could no longer control the venom of the Blood-Blood Poison.

Suddenly, what came to her mind was someone who was not the most respected master or family member.

'person who is abnormal.'

It was then.

“Soju, be alert.”

I felt a touch with an unfamiliar voice behind my back. Then, through her prestigious blood, the pores to be processed began to pour in. The unfamiliar nae gong that came into her body merged with her nae gong, and soon began to suppress the poison of blood and blood.

“Soju, focus your mind and use your inner strength.”

Eun Han-seol nodded instead of answering, focusing his attention on using his aerodynamics. Then, the person who took the lead in Eun Han-seol's prestigious blood, also adjusted her aerodynamics to keep pace with her.

If she manages it strongly, he manages it strongly, and if she wants to get tired, he also induces a break while taking a break.

How long has it been so far? Eun Han-seol's face began to subtly return. As a result, Eun Han-seol pushed all the poison with the ring finger of his left hand.

Jourleuk!

A black liquid began to form on her ring finger. The black liquid dripping down one or two drops was exuding a terrible odor. It was the poison of the blood-blooded mixed poison that encroached on Eunhanseol's body.

Eun Han-seol concentrated his mind and pushed out all the poison that was lurking in his body. The poison of the blood-blooded mixed poison rebelled until the end, but the two men couldn't be helped. Eventually, even the last drop of poison was discharged out of her body.

“Whew!”

Only then the person who helped Eun Han-seol's luck lifted himself from the prestigious blood.

He was covering everything from head to toe in black bloody clothing. It was difficult to figure out whether it was a man or a woman because even the body shape could not be distinguished due to the wide bloody nature. One thing is certain, he is very close to each other.

Eunhanseol opened his eyes. A welcome light fluttered in her eyes.

“The commander, you were alive.”

“Soju, I'm sorry for coming back late. I didn't know you were hiding here and looked for a while.”

A being called a commander knelt in front of Eun Han-seol and bowed his head.

“I will take it sweetly later on for the sin that put soju at risk.”

"done. The commander couldn't help it. Where have you been?”

“I also hid somewhere for a while and healed my wounds.”

“Then I don’t know what happened to Master.”

“Yes, as soon as the wound was healed, I immediately came to Soju.”

Eun Han-seol's expression darkened at the commander's answer. The commander lit his eyes as if he had read her feelings.

“The lord will surely be safe. Don't worry too much, soju. Now, the body of soju is restored first.”

"Well!"

Eunhanseol nodded. But her expression didn't brighten at all.

“Hiding in the Northern Astronomical Gate is truly an excellent choice. They will not even dream that Soju will be here. Stay here for a while and heal your wounds.”

“What is the commander?”

“I will find out what happened to the lord.”

"please."

“Don't say that. Living for you two is why I was born.”

The commander's voice had no specific pitch, so I couldn't feel any emotion. However, Eun Han-seol knew that his words were true.

The commander woke up. Then, the energy of the relationship exploded from his body.

“First of all, I will organize this place so that Soju can be comfortable.”

Between the commander's red lips, unusually white teeth were revealed. It was evidence that he had a life.

The commander guessed that she was not being treated properly here, in a state of Eun Han-seol. Although it is said to have fallen, this place is different from where he was.

To the commander, Eun Han-seol was the most exalted person in the world. It was his way to get rid of the buds if there was any potential to inflict any harm to her.

If he only had his heart, he could in an instant annihilate all living creatures in the Bukcheonmun Gate. The commander had enough power to do so.

"no. done."

"Soju!"

“It’s because I’m more comfortable with him.”

"Okay."

The commander no longer had a katabuta horse.

“Go ahead and recover your strength, Soju.”

"okay."

He didn't say anything about Eunhanseol and sat down with his cross-legged seat and started flying. The commander stood tall and guarded her as if it were a stone statue.

After a while, when all of the clouds were over and Eun Han-seol, who had recovered to some extent, opened his eyes, the commander's appearance was no longer visible.

Eunhanseol knew. The fact that the commander visited her master. And that you won't come back until you find Master.

“Commander.”

Eun Han-seol stared blankly outside the window where the commander had disappeared.

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“Hmm!”

Jinmuwon took a deep breath in the lungs. It's still cold, but the air feels clearly warm compared to a few days ago. Jinmuwon intuited that spring was not far away.

A lot has happened over the past winter. A military family called Eunhanseol was formed, and he began to enter Man Younggyeol. I learned the sword and made a sword again.

Such a routine was repeated every day and made him grow.

His age is now seventeen. Although it is not too old to be considered an adult, his gaze is deeper and more fluent than that of an adult. In addition, he grew tall and boasted six tall heights. In terms of appearance alone, it was no different from that of an adult.

Jinmuwon looked up and looked at the sky. The sun is feeling warm. After a little more time, the sun will melt snow that is as tall as a person's height without a trace.

So winter goes and spring comes back. Likewise, the period of suffering he is now going through will someday pass, and a period of peace will come.

Jinmuwon moved with a fresh smile. As usual, he went around the Buk Astronomical Gate and went down to the basement of Manyeong Tower. In the basement, the wooden sword he smashed was piled up like a corpse. But Jinmuwon wasn't worried. This is because they made a new wooden sword as much as they were smashed.

Jinmuwon stood in front of the bedrock holding a wooden sword he had made in advance. I swung a wooden sword like that during last winter, but there wasn't a common scratch on the rock wall.

Although it might be weak, Jinmuwon was not disappointed or frustrated. It was just silently swinging the sword.

Puck!

The sound of a wooden sword hitting the basement of Manyeong Tower echoed. If it used to be, the wooden sword would have been broken because it was not swung a few times, but now, even though it was swung dozens of times, it was fine.

Now there is a trick to wielding a sword. As before, there was hardly any case where the wooden sword was crushed and the palm of the hand explode by wielding it hard.

When you give strength, you give it a lot of strength, and when you reap it, it gives you a clear blow to the rock while reducing the burden on the body. It wasn't because someone taught me, but Jinmuwon himself learned the tricks to practice swords through a hard process.

'The lower back is tightened a little faster, the muscles of the shoulder are firmly tightened... … .’

Jinmuwon did not stop thinking while swinging his sword and breathing. He constantly monitored his physical condition and tried to find the optimal position and distribution of strength.

Jin Muwon pursued harmony between mind and body. Through sympathy, he wished he would swing his sword perfectly.

How long would you have swung it like that?

Jin Muwon even forgot that he was wielding a wooden sword. I just swung and swung again.

Unconsciously, the body and mind were in harmony. Jin Muwon came close to the mind-body unity he wanted so much.

At that moment, the flag, which had been stagnant on his belly, began to move. The shadow created by Man Young-gyeol moved in search of a place where it would radiate like a living creature. Jin Muwon instantly felt the energy of his whole body escaping through the wooden sword.

Wormwood!

Jinmuwon's sword penetrated the hard rock like tofu. At the moment, Jinmuwon's composure was shaken and awakened from immersion.

Jin Muwon lit his eyes as he saw the results he had made. Although I couldn't see the process with my own eyes, I thought I knew for some reason. What happened to your body and how it produced these results.

Jin Muwon realized that he had taken a step forward. Now, it is possible to contain the inner gong in the sword. The results were before my eyes.

Jin Muwon instinctively thought that this moment should not be missed.

Before this sense of immersion, this composure, was completely broken, I had to make the feeling of this moment completely my own.

Jinmuwon again began to swing his sword. I didn't try to put my gong into the wooden sword. I just tried to keep the same feeling as before.

The bedrock that Jinmuwon's wooden sword passed was cut off with a whining sound.

In general, when unmanned swordsmen emit swordsmanship, they have no choice but to get marks in any form. First, the flag rises from the sword like a haze, creating a blurry shape. This is called Geomgi (劍氣) and sees it as a transition to an ascent.

Ascendancy (上昇之境), in another word, is also called the state of transcendence. There is no distinction between the bet and the outside air, so no matter how much you use it, the pores do not dry out. Only at this point can the use of swordsmanship or crossings can be used.

Even the disciples of the prestigious great sects, there were not so many who reached this level. This is because this is a result that can only be achieved when the excellent qualities of the disciples, the proper teaching of the teacher, and the support of the literary school, such as the support of the elixir, are combined.

From time to time, geniuses with outstanding talents appeared and crossed the process and opened the way to ascend by themselves, but very few. And the sword was the most convincing proof that they had paved the way to an ascent. However, the sword was not released from Jinmuwon's wooden sword. Nevertheless, he dug into the hard rock like tofu.

Jinmuwon swung his sword and swung it again until his inner air was exhausted.

What if you go slow with the steps of a cow?

If I walk without rest, I hope that someday we will reach the end of the road.

Jinmuwon returned to the tower at sunset the next day. As I swung my sword in a trance, I couldn't even notice the passage of time. His body was very heavy, but his heart toward his residence was refreshing.

"Huh?"

Jin Muwon, who entered the residence on the upper floor of Manyeong Pagoda, looked puzzled. This is because Eun Han-seol was sitting on a chair with a fat expression.

“What are you doing at this time?”

“I don’t know, so I ask?”

"Huh?"

“I haven't seen it since yesterday morning.”

“Then the day has passed?”

I realized it only after Jinmuwon rather asked me. Not half a day has passed, but one day and another half have passed.

Only then did Jin Moo-won realize why Eun Han-seol was angry.

“Then you must have starved for two days?”

"huh!"

Eun Han-seol's swearing, Jin Mu-won walked to the kitchen on one side. Eun Han-seol gave a moment of relief to Jin Mu-won's appearance as usual.

Immediately after the commander went, Jinmuwon was not visible. Although the commander could not disobey his orders, it is true that he was worried about his heart.

Eun Han-seol was annoyed by himself. Her feelings of worrying about anyone other than her master were unfamiliar and alien to her. She looked at the back of Jin Mu-won as she cooked rice with her eyes filled with complex emotions.

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Jin Muwon was sitting at the top of Manyeong Tower and looking down at the Manyeong Wall.

The phrases that were hidden in the harmony of the sun were reappearing. It was a harmony that can only be seen here at this time.

It is a sight to see like every day, but today it was more special.

Jin Muwon, who was checking his inner pores last night, realized that a major change had occurred in his body. He noticed that he had crossed the wall that had been blocking him so far.

'It's time now.'

In the wall of Manyeong, there was one more martial arts in common with the successive literary lords in addition to Manyoung-Result.

An incomprehensible swordsmith created only to fight.

Until now, he wield his sword like crazy was just a process to learn the swordsmanship left in the wall.

As the sun rose, the letters on Manyeongwall became clearer. And a name that comes to mind.

An extinct heavenly horse spirit sword (滅天魔影劍).