Novel legend of northern blade chapter ‎15

<-- Episode 15-->

The harsh winter has passed, and spring has come to the north. The flowers weren't blooming yet, but the temperature has risen significantly compared to a few days ago, and the snow accumulated as high as a person's height began to melt and flow.

Jin Muwon made a large wooden shovel and started to clear the snow around Manyeong Pagoda. If you slide it roughly by the side of the wall, the spring breeze and sunlight will take care of the rest.

It took Jin Mu-won for a full three days and cleared all the snow near Manyeong Pagoda and the main gate.

“Whew!”

Jin Muwon sat down by the front door and wiped the sweat from her forehead. There was a fresh smile on his face.

There was still a cold energy in the air, but the energy of spring was felt on the ground. Jinmuwon was fully enjoying the vitality of the earth that only the existence who survived the harsh winter could feel.

"Feel so good!"

Another winter was spent safely. Winter will continue to repeat in the future, but spring will come again and again. Jin Muwon thought that was life.

“Kick!”

Suddenly he burst into laughter. Even if I thought about it myself, I felt that I was homeless. His age is now seventeen. But there was an old man sitting inside. Since I was a child, I had so much experience that I grew up a lot earlier than my age.

"Huh?"

Jin Moo-won's eyes, who were actually splitting his laughter, suddenly shone. This is because a cart was seen approaching the North Astronomical Gate over the plains where snow was still piled up.

A welcome light appeared on the face of Jin Muwon, who raised his eyes and confirmed the person riding in the wagon.

“Hwangsuk!”

Hwang-cheol, who had not seen early winter last year for a while, was dragging a cart.

“Confucius!”

“Hwangsuk!”

The two held each other's hands and performed a welcome.

“Confucius, you are safe.”

Hwang-cheol carefully examined Jin Muwon's body to see if there was any abnormality. In Hwang-cheol's eyes, Jin Mu-won seemed to be a child. Jin Muwon smiled because he knew Hwang-cheol's heart.

"It's not like this, go inside."

Jin Muwon grabbed Hwang Chul's hand.

Hwang Chul made an impression on the words that Jin Muwon had moved to Manyeong Pagoda. It was because it was not so scary that Jin Muwon, the owner of the Northern Astronomical Gate, had given up a residence to someone. Jin Moo-won, who read Hwang-cheol's mind, explained.

“Even if it wasn't, I was thinking of moving my residence someday. It just came a little early.”

“But what kind of person is Confucius… … .”

“It’s okay, Hwangsuk. I like Manyeong Tower much more.”

Jin Mu-won did not tell Hwang-cheol about the secrets of Manyeong Pagoda and Man Young Byeok. It's not because they don't believe it, but because it's a secret that comes only to the Northern Astronomical Master.

“If Confucius says so… … .”

Although not convinced, Hwang Chul accepted Jin Muwon's decision. His loyalty to the Jin family was just as great.

After moving the items Hwang-cheol brought to Manyeong Tower, the two faced each other comfortably. Hwang-cheol looked at Jin Mu-won with an embarrassing expression.

“Confucius, you were very big. If Moon Joo-nim had seen it, he would have loved it… … .”

“How has Hwang-suk been?”

“The person I hired this time was a pretty big boss, so we spent the winter together in the south of the Yangtze River.”

Hwang-cheol replied carefully, as if he was sorry. This is because when Jinmuwon was going through a harsh winter in the north, he spent only himself in the warm south. Jin Muwon, who guessed Hwang-cheol's heart, laughed deliberately.

"Hahaha! Hwangsuk, then you must have heard a lot of news about Jungwon. Even if it wasn't, there were a lot of questions, but it was good.”

“Confucius.”

“How about the world? Has anything changed in the meantime?”

“It's still peaceful, but I don't think it will last that long. Of course, this is my personal opinion.”

"Ok? I want to hear more closely.”

Jinmuwon's eyes shone.

“First of all, the movement of the Northern Angels isn't very serious. Now, there is a movement that seems to be trying to expand the tax in earnest. In Unjungcheon, we started to check the bukcheonsaju in earnest.”

“That's how it happened.”

Jinmuwon nodded.

They are the ones who haven't been together since the beginning. They held each other's hands only by necessity, and they had no loyalty or trust to keep. Now that you have destroyed a great enemy called the North Astronomy, all you have to do is point swords at each other.

“Even though we are still careful with each other, it feels like walking on a thin ice plate. No matter when or when a problem arises, it's not unusual at all.”

"Well!"

“That's why the merchants are also keen. Some people are already stocking up all kinds of supplies.”

It is not a war between countries, but the battles between the Moorim people also consumed enormous supplies and food. Particularly, as the battles of the giant munpas like Unjungcheon and Bukcheonmun, more supplies were required. Because of that, some merchants have already begun stocking up weapons and food, and such a move is causing anxiety to other merchants.

Hwang-cheol informed Jin Muwon of the situation under the world he knows. Because he worked as a staple for one of the best people, he knew the situation under the world quite well. Originally, the people who are most sensitive to the circumstances of the world are those who handle huge amounts of money.

According to Hwang Chul's expression, the current world is a shape that is walking on a narrow rope. Although he manages to maintain the balance, he is having such a precarious time of peace that can collapse even a small external variable.

Jin Muwon listened to Hwang Chul's story. Currently, the only window he communicates with the world is Hwang-cheol. Only through Hwang-cheol's mouth, he could know the situation under the world, so he had to concentrate more.

What was most interesting to Jin Muwon was a young warrior Hwang Chul mentioned at the end.

“Freshwater?”

“Yes, as a budding unmanned man who is currently performing white dance, Kang-ho’s attention is focused on him.”

Damsucheon is the third son of Damjeoksim, Bulgwigokju, one of the nine skies of Unjungcheon, and was not known to the world until only a year ago. The reason why such a freshwater stream caught the attention of Kang Ho was because of the white dance he is currently performing.

White Bimuhaeng (百人比武行) literally refers to the non-dance of white people against unmanned people. The first party that Freshwater Stream asked for Bimu was Lim Joong-oh, the rumor lord of Ungeommun, a small and medium-sized crest in the south of Jungwon.

Lim Joong-oh, like the nickname of Chiljeol Seosaeng (七切書生), was showing prominence in a wide variety of fields, of which swords and steps were outstanding enough to be said to be outstanding achievements.

Lim Joong-oh's age is thirty-two. It was a period in its prime as an unmanned man, and it was also an emerging powerhouse that had never been defeated after the age of 20. When I challenged Lim Joong-oh, countless Kang Ho-in laughed at the fresh water stream.

Although Damsucheon is said to be the son of Bulgwigokju Damjeoksim, the name was not spread out in Kangho, and it was not a particularly great achievement.

Both Dam Yuseong and Dam Jinil, the two brothers of the fresh water stream, were known as excellent materials. They inherited the character and talent of courage, and have already excelled in dynamism. For that reason, in Ingwigok, one of the two was saying that he would be the successor to Ingwigok.

In such a situation, it has been said that the sudden start of the white flying dance was a challenging challenge to make up for the lagging behind in the successor competition. In a word, it was a criticism of the reckless challenge that started from the jealousy and envy of a child who doesn't know the world.

All of Kang Ho-in laughed at the non-performance of the fresh water stream. They thought that the freshwater stream's incompetence would be defeated in the first challenge. However, the freshwater stream overturned their expectations and created a disturbance that defeated Lim Jung-oh.

Until then, people regarded the victory of the freshwater stream as just luck. However, after defeating the second secret partner, Chilhyungum (七絃劍) Yoon Ki-joo and the third non-competitive, Mujeokchobu (無敵樵夫) Jangjungsan, you can see from a completely different perspective.

The freshwater stream continued to win a streak. The triumphs gradually accumulated until the twentieth and thirty episodes, and when even fifty times led to the victory, the powerful men were surprised and cheered by the young warrior's actions.

The freshwater stream's challenge continued after that. He continued to apply for secret service to renowned young warriors of his age. Numerous young unmanned people fell in the unprecedented course of the fresh water stream.

The young unmanned men wanted to receive the demilitarization of the fresh water stream, but not the opposite. The fact that he received his militant in itself is recognized as Kang-ho's top-notch equipment, but on the contrary, if he received his militant and lost the game, the honor he had accumulated so far could disappear like bubbles.

Because of that, Kangho's young warriors waited for the challenge of the freshwater stream with their complex gazes. The strong people named such a non-dance of freshwater streams as a white non-dance.

This is because the freshwater stream has declared that it will be closed for a while to clear up the enlightenment after challenging up to a hundred people.

Currently, the freshwater stream has led a total of ninety-three bimu to victory. If we win seven more times, we will set an unprecedented record for Kang Ho-sa.

Currently, the freshwater stream was heading north. Because of this, all of the young equipments of the Munpa on the path to the north were checking their martial arts in a state of super tension.

“It is not until now that there has been no white flying dance, but no one has succeeded in white flying at the age of only 18, so Kang Ho’s eyes are all focused on the young man of the freshwater stream.”

“You mean only 18 years old?”

“Yes, Confucius.”

To Hwang Chul's answer, Jinmuwon's face hardened unavoidably.

If you are 18, you are only one year older than yourself. At that age, I couldn't help but worry that I was already spreading that level of fame to Kangho.

“If it grows as it is, the freshwater spring will surely grow into a large pillar of the river.”

It is assumed that the last secret dance opponent of the fresh water stream was the rumor lord of the Cheonsan sword gate, and the Chuhon swordsman (追魂劍客), who is regarded as one of the best warriors of the river.

Baek Sung-won was unmanned, which was different from the equipment that the freshwater stream has ever dealt with. He is the greatest genius in the history of the Cheonsan Swordsmanship, and at the age of 17, he entered the literary school's vision of the Chuhon Il Gwang Swordsman (追魂一光劍功), and at the age of thirty-two.

He was a superpower who was known to have few opponents among the unmanned people who not only had no enemies of his age, but also screamed loudly. An unmanned man who is too good to be lumped together in the expression of simply a device is the people of the Chu Marriage Swordsman.

Baek Baek-won also said that he is conducting closed-close training with intuition that he will be the last secret partner of the fresh water stream. I don't think I'm losing to the freshwater stream, but if I lose it, it will be a huge blow to my reputation or the position of a strong player.

“If it’s the Cheonsan Checkpoint, it’s only seven hundred miles away from this place.”

Jinmuwon got up from his seat, approached the window and looked south.

'Freshwater spring, freshwater spring... … .’

It was a strange name that I was worried about.

Hwang-cheol continued to talk about the world. Jin Mu-won listened to him silently, leaned against the window.