Novel legend of northern blade chapter 18

<-- Episode 18 -->

So Moo-sang did not open his closed eyes while standing stupid for a while. Now, the floor of the patronage, which has become a training center for the small minister, has been stepped on and crushed, so that the grass has not grown.

“Yeopwol, you can’t meet again here.”

A voice that was close to sighing flowed out of the lips of Somu-sang.

It's a face that I don't want to see again even if I die. I couldn't even dream of seeing it again here.

Suddenly, Somusang pulled out his sword and started to dance.

Geommu called Cheongwoon Geombeop (靑雲劍法).

Like a flowing cloud, like a blowing wind, it is a clean-woon swordsmanship that must be free. However, the blue swordsmanship he is using now was sweeping wildly and violently like a storm.

It was another Cheongwoon prosecution that deviated from the original Cheongwoon Prosecutors' Office for a long time. It was his heart for the past two years.

Somu-sang constantly solved the swordsmanship that can not be called as Cheongwoon Swordsmanship. In the violent movement, sweat droplets flowed without a pause, and the tip of his hidden chin was filled. Still, Somusang did not stop the Cheongwoon Prosecution.

"Sigh! Sigh!"

After unfolding it until he was exhausted like that, Somu-sang collapsed to the floor and took a short breath.

“I guess the limit of a guy like me is here.”

You know very well that you are not a genius or a brilliant person. Still, I thought I could cross the wall if I tried to die. However, the reality we encountered was terrible.

I've been wielding my sword over the past two years, but it's only at this level. Without overcoming the inherent limitations of the Chungwoon Prosecutors' Office, he only made changes.

It wasn't called a prestigious family that has been around for hundreds of years. Their martial arts, which have been gaining heart over several generations for hundreds of years, have been a high wall that cannot be overcome for ordinary samurai such as Somu-sang.

In particular, in the case of Simbeop containing the vision of the munpa, the wall was even higher because it was never leaked to the outside.

Somu-sang tried countless times to get the spirit of ascension, but it was useless. They never opened the door to those who were not Jaffa's disciples.

In the end, the limitations of the Chungwoon Prosecutors' Office were the limits of the law. And Moo-sang Soo was once again reducing his limitations.

“Yeopwol.”

He was a man who thought there was not much difference from himself, but now he returned as a high sky that he could not dare to look up at.

And Somu-sang closed his eyes with a sense of self-destruction that he couldn't handle.

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Eun Han-seol sat in a chair, stepped with her feet and watched Jin Mu-won eat. Even though Shim Won-ui and other foreigners came in yesterday, Jin Mu-won was silent. As if it had nothing to do with myself, I spent the day in the same way as usual.

After a morning walk, he stops at Mangyeonggak to read a book, and then he goes back to the workshop to make a series of swords. And most of the afternoon was spent in the basement of the tower.

I haven't even been to the basement, so I don't know exactly what I'm doing, but I guess I'm learning martial arts.

'What is curious is that there is no trace of mastery of pitting at all.'

I couldn't figure out whether I hadn't learned the skills at all, or if there were no traces of learning the skills.

Eunhanseol also confirmed Mangyeonggak's scare and knows how poorly it is. Although he may be able to lay the foundations of martial arts, there were only miscellaneous scares that could not be climbed in the ascendant. It was embarrassing to call it Mangyeonggak. Because of this, Eun Han-seol thought that even if Jin Muwon learned martial arts, the level would not be very high.

In such a situation, other foreigners entered the Bukcheonmun Gate. I couldn't even guess what Jin Muwon's feelings would be as he watched the people unpacking their luggage after entering the yard of his house without permission.

Their father committed self-determination and the collapse of the gates was insufficient, so they were thoroughly violating Jinmuwon's home. Nevertheless, Jin Muwon was acting the same way as usual without revealing his feelings at all.

'Because it's insidious anyway.'

Eun Han-seol smiled with a bloody smile, turned away from Jinmuwon, and checked the condition of her body.

'Is my gong restored to the extent that it can be done now?'

With the help of the commander, her inner strength was recovering at a very fast pace after she expelled the poisonous poison that had been lurking in her body. If it goes like this, you will be able to regain all your strength before summer. Until then, I plan to entrust my body to this place. Because this was the best hideout for her.

It was then.

“It’s all done.”

Jin Muwon served rice and food in front of her in thoughts with her chin held on.

“Is it Japanese beef today?”

Jin Muwon smiled when Eun Han-seol was displeased.

“Because Hwangsuk brought it a while ago. I have to eat it before it goes bad.”

“I was tired of only eating my lamb, but that’s great.”

“I can only enjoy a moment… … .”

“Luxury? I know."

Eun Han-seol interrupted Jin Mu-won and began to diligently move the spoon. Jinmuwon also sat face to face and chopsticks.

Suddenly Jinmuwon raised his head and looked at Eunhanseol. An unfamiliar girl suddenly intervened in her still life. When he was always alone, he put one more spoon on his meal, and the evening time without her was unthinkable.

Asked Jinmuwon.

“Is it delicious?”

“It’s worth eating.”

“It's stupid. This is really cool.”

“So it’s worth eating.”

“Sheesh!”

Jin Moo-won looked at Eun Han-seol with a faint expression. Contrary to the answer, Eun Han-seol is eating very deliciously. At that appearance, a smile took place on Jinmuwon's mouth again.

“But, it looks like the Japanese sweets are salty today?”

“It’s been a long time since I ate beef, so it feels like that, right?”

"is it?"

Still, Eun Han-seol tilted his head, and Jin Mu-won held out a glass of water in front of her.

"drink."

"Huh."

It is time for Eun Han-seol to receive a glass of water.

“Can I go inside?”

Suddenly, a strange voice came.

Jin Mu-won and Eun Han-seol put down the spoon and looked at each other's faces.

“Come in.”

As soon as Jinmuwon's answer was given, a man in a black uniform opened the door and entered. Jeon Ho Dae-ju Mok Woon-pyeong was the man with a strong impression with sharp eyes like a blade and a beard on his chin.

Mok Unpyeong looked at Eunhanseol for a while and then fixed his gaze at Jinmuwon.

“Isn't Jin Muwon Confucius, the rumor owner of Northern Astronomy?”

Then Jinmuwon quietly shook his head.

"You mean you're not a rumor lord?"

“It's not a rumor owner, it's a sentence. Although there is no single Mundo.”

Mok Unpyeong's eyebrows wriggled at Jin Muwon's confident answer. But soon he took a gun and introduced himself.

“I am Mokeunpyeong, the former host of Sasacheon. I brought a message of Soju.”

"message?"

“For the time being, I have been in charge, so I invited you to greet and have dinner together at Hwacheongak tomorrow evening.”

A goal was dug in Jinmuwon's eye.

No matter how much it is said to have fallen, he is the owner of the Northern Astronomy. It is absurd to say that a person who came as a guest from this place where he is the owner is invited.

“Are you serious about that?”

“Suzhou never makes a statement.”

“The guest invites the owner? That's fun. good. I'm willing to accept that invitation.”

“Then, come to Hwacheongak tomorrow evening. If you're anxious to be alone, you can come with me.”

Mok Unpyeong looked straight at Eun Hanseol sitting across from Jinmuwon. His shimmering eyes seemed to see through the faint opinion. Eun-Han-seol did not show any reaction and looked at Mok Unpyeong silently.

“Tomorrow I will go alone… … .”

“I will go too.”

Eunhanseol suddenly interrupted and stopped Jinmuwon. Then Mok Unpyeong silently took hold of the arms and resigned.

Jin Muwon looked at Eunhanseol and made a slight impression.

“There won't be one good thing to go.”

“Isn't there a good food enough to say the word invitation?”

“Whew!”

Jinmuwon sighed.

The wind blowing through the window felt cold for some reason. Time seemed to have stopped on the road in winter and spring.