Novel legend of northern blade chapter 20

<-- Episode 20 -->

"OK?"

"OK."

"Really?"

“There’s no reason it’s not okay?”

Jin Muwon smiled at Eun Han-seol's question. Eun Han-seol stared at Jin Muwon's face for a long time.

"Why?"

“I’m trying to see if it’s really okay.”

“How do you look?”

“Well, that sounds good.”

Eun Hanseol replied with a sorrowful expression. The swelling of both cheeks means that the judges are tightly twisted.

“I'll go first.”

Eun Hanseol disappeared without waiting for Jin Muwon's answer. From some point onward, she did not hide from Jinmuwon that she had learned martial arts.

Jin Muwon shook his head as he looked at the darkness that had disappeared. It was like a cat, not knowing where to bounce. Untamed.

Jinmu-won, who broke up with Eun Han-seol, reached a grim place and suddenly began to puke.

“Wow!”

Jinmuwon vomited and vomited until yellow gastric juice came out. Jin Muwon raised his head only after vomiting all the food he had obtained from Shim Won.

“It’s a little refreshing now.”

Jinmuwon woke up, wiping the traces from his mouth with his sleeves.

Even though the day was cold, heat rose from my body. Jinmuwon headed to the well, not far away. Fortunately, I didn't feel popular around me.

Jinmuwon threw off the clothes he was wearing. Still cold air irritated his skin.

Jinmuwon lowered the head and raised the well, and then turned it over on his body.

Choohahak!

My mind flashed, and the drunkenness that had remained flew away.

“I think I'll be pretty tired in the future.”

Shim Won-ui's gaze looking at Jin Muwon was never favorable. He did not take his eyes off Jinmuwon throughout the meal. Jin Muwon had to be nervous throughout the meal due to her blatant gaze as if she was looking through the inside.

Shim Won-ui was suspicious of whether Jin Muwon had learned martial arts. It won't be a problem if it's just a simple foreigner, but at the moment when he discovers that Man Young-gyeol has been learned, Shim-Won-ui will use every means to try to get rid of Jin Mu-won.

Jinmuwon again poured cold water on her body.

“Be patient, Jinmuwon. You have to be patient again.”

Jin Muwon looked up at the sky, repeating the words patience (忍) countless times.

I couldn't see a common starlight in the sky as if it was a dark cloud.

'Damsucheon, you mean he's coming here?'

No matter what anyone says, Freshwater Stream was a giraffe in this era who was performing white dance. The reason why Shim Won-eui and Seo Moon Hye-ryeong came here in the first place was to meet the fresh water stream.

The problem is that when he comes here, there is a high probability that Kang Ho's attention will also be focused.

That was never what Jinmuwon wanted.

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Shim Won-ui stood on the hill and looked north. A smile floats on his face as he gazes at the endless deserted plains.

“That’s cool.”

It is a desolate landscape. All you can see is the endless plain and the shadows of the mountains that look faintly beyond. However, Shim Won-ui was feeling the intense vitality pulsating in it.

A place where the logic of the weak flesh is dominated. If I can't dominate, I'll be ruled, and if I can't plunder, I'll have to die. So everything born here has a strong vitality.

Shim Won-ui loved the strength of the north. He himself, too, was born in Sasacheon, a world of strong people, so he didn't know whether he felt a strong sense of identity.

At that time, Jeon Ho Dae-ju Mok Unpyeong quietly approached Shim Won.

“I found Soju for a long time.”

“I just came out to get some air. There is no fuss.”

“You still have to be careful. Suzhou is a precious person who will be the ruler of the Sasacheon.”

“Hoo! Who in the world can you dare to harm me?”

Shim Won-ui scorned. Mokwoonpyeong couldn't say anything to him and only bowed his head deeply. In response, Shim Won's head turned back to the plains of the north.

“Can you see the neck limb?”

"Yes?"

“I have always wished to be here. I want to see the traces of the Hundred Years War, and I want to capture the fierce battlefield records in my eyes. I really wanted to check the time of that history with my own eyes.”

"so… … Have you seen it?”

“I'm feeling it. The traces and heat of that fierce time. Compared to that, Jungwon is so peaceful.”

"Soju."

“The world like an illusion created by Unjungcheon’s aging monsters, that is the true image of Kangho.”

Shim Won's bid was twisted.

After the devastating fall of the Buk Astronomical Gate, Jungwon was having a day of peace. As a transcendent organization called Unjungcheon reigned, the small disputes between the gates disappeared.

Unjungcheon did not tolerate individual quarrels or disputes. All cases and disputes had to be settled through the arbitration of Unjungcheon, and violating them was subject to strong sanctions.

Unjungcheon particularly imposed strong sanctions on the old men who wandered the river. The reason was that most of the minor uprisings were caused by the old men.

Of course, the old men rebelled. However, they were scattered like grains of sand, and their bonds were weak. Of course, he couldn't be an opponent of Unjung-cheon.

Unjungcheon retaliated against the old men who rebelled thoroughly enough to be merciless. As a result, many old men broke their swords or went under the control of other families.

However, only groups with the presence and power of the Old Moon Group, the Five Generations, or the Bukcheonsaju could speak out to Unjungcheon, and the other members of the House held their breath and looked at Unjungcheon's attention.

Based on their strong power, the Great Gates intervened in various interests and reaped tremendous income, and on the basis of the strong financial power they gained, they expanded their taxation again.

In a world dominated by armed forces and financial power, unmanned people followed interest instead of choosing freedom. In a way, it became a more desolate world than during the war with Milya.

All of that was intended by Unjungcheon. To be precise, it was created by the nine skies that dominate Unjungcheon.

“They never want the system they created to break. Probably, if I could, I would want to live forever and enjoy the rich and noble film.”

As such, they created a perfect system. It has achieved a solid yet perfect governance structure that can't be seen with personal strength.

A small number of groups and characters that dominate, and the vast majority of unmanned worlds that are ruled. That was the current power.

Shim Won-ui was enjoying all the rich and noble movies that he could enjoy as a small lord of Sasacheon. From an early age, he took all kinds of elixir and received bee cap tax to easily achieve its climax.

Probably, as long as there is no surprise, Sasacheon will inherit him. But it will take a very long time. His father Shimmu-euk was still young, and as time went on, he was getting stronger.

Although it may seem superficial on the outside, Shim Moo-euk will never let go of his power or hand it over easily. Even if the target is a child of one's own, deep-hearted doctor.

“Woohoo! I will probably have to wait several decades longer to take over Sasacheon. But I don't intend to wait until then. This is the battlefield that strengthens my heart. Here I will prepare for a new emergency.”

The eyes of the deep circle shone coldly.

He was still young and energetic. He was confident in his own armed forces, and above all, he was too ambitious to be satisfied as a small lord for several decades.

“To do that, I need the help of the moped.”

“I am a sword prepared for soju. The one who made me is the master, but the one who uses it is soju.”

"is it?"

Shim Won-pyeong looked straight at Mok Unpyeong. In his eyes, as cold and sharp as a blade, Mok Woon-pyeong felt a pain as if his eyeballs burst. However, he did not avoid the eyes of a deep circle. Shim Won-ui smiled satisfactorily at him.

“Please use me, Soju.”

“If so, shouldn’t we change the title first?”

“Lord!”

“Hoo!”

Only then did Shim Won-e's face look satisfactory.

He knew that Mok Unpyeong was loyal to him. However, it is also true that I want to make sure this opportunity.

It was then. Someone appeared on the hill with a rustling sound. The man in black bloody clothes was Yeop-wol, a member of the troops.

"lender!"

Yeopwol sang Mokwoonpyeong in a low voice.

“What is it?”

“The author wants to see Confucius.”

He pointed to the man standing in the far distance of Yeop-wol. It was Jangpaesan.

It was young to live in the eyes of Mok Unpyeong.

“Lord?”

It is neither the inner party nor the outer party, and it is not the third party. His skills are poor, and he is only a loser who has been pushed back even in the battle for strength within the outside party. Such a person dared to do deeply and solemnly, and his life was full of obedience. However, Shim Won's thoughts seemed different.

“Bring me.”

“Lord?”

Mok Unpyeong looked at Shim Won-ui at an unexpected word.

“Hoo! Wouldn't it be used as trash? If it's dirty, it's all useless as it's dirty. Bring it.”

"Okay."

Mok Woon-pyeong nodded to Yeop-Wol without remarking at the order of Sim Won-ui. Then Yeopwol brought Jangpaesan.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Confucius.”

Jangpaesan fell down in front of Simwon. Shim Won-ui smiled at that appearance.

“Yes, what’s going on?”

“The child usually admired Confucius Shim. If you give me one chance to serve Confucius, I will do my best.”

“Hmm!”

“Please give me one chance.”

As Jangpae-san pounded his forehead on the floor, blood flowed down.

“Did you adore me?”

"Yes! I have always thought that Confucius Shim is the only one who will lead Moorim in the future. Even though it's useless, if Confucius Sim reaps it, I will serve it with all my heart.”

“How would you be able to help me?”

“I am confident to do whatever I need. When I go back to Unjungcheon, I can be the eyes and ears from the inside.”

“Will it be my eyes and ears in Unjungcheon? Do you know how many eyes and ears I have? Do you dare think you can compare to them?”

“No, of course, Confucius will have a lot of thugs. But none of them have been at the bottom as long as I do. I know how the bottom line of humanity changes and how to use it.”

Jang Pae-san was gambling on his life.

He knew so well that his life would end without much attention. The sense of crisis that he couldn't return to Jungwon in time and had to rot here for several more years made him gamble.

If you can only be the heart of the heart, your success in Unjungcheon will be a good thing. Jangpaesan did as if he was sticking to the floor. And such a figure of him satisfied Simwon-in's heart.

Mok Unpyeong whispered to Shim Won.

“The Lord is not worth reaping.”

Mok Unpyeong looked at Mt. Jangpae, lying prone with contempt.

He was unmanned in nature to the depths of his bones. He saw Jang Pae-san's cunningly shining eyes and noticed his intentions at once. He was holding a sword soldier so that he could break the head of Jangpasan at once if the permission of the deep circle was given.

Jang Pae-san realized that his life and destiny were at a dire moment. He trembled, but never raised his head.

'This is the fate of Jangpaesan in an instant.'

Regret came for a moment, but it came too far to turn back. Whether he died or lived, he had no choice but to push it out as it is.

"how will we do it?"

Shim Won-ui's mouth hung a strange smile. He was enjoying this situation now. However, it was a hellish time for Jangpaesan. Jang Pae-san endured the drying of his lips and waited for Shim Won's answer.

After a while, I finally opened my mouth to see if the court had made a decision.

"Look up."

"Yes!"

As Jangpaesan lifted his head, he saw the face of Shimwon-ui looking straight down. Jang Pae-san swallowed his dry saliva in his daunting gaze, colder than a snake and shining sharper than a blade.

“Okay, I will reap you. I will take you with me when I return to Jungwon.”

“Go, thank you, Confucius. No, Lord.”

“Instead, it would be better not to dream of betrayal. I hate my people the most when they think differently or have different minds.”

“I will be absolutely loyal. If it's what the lord tells you to do, I'll jump into hellfire.”

“Go.”

Simwon's hand waved. Then Jang Pae-san stepped back on his knees.

Mok Unpyeong asked carefully when Yeop-wol disappeared with Jangpaesan Mountain.

“Are you really going to reap him?”

“Huh! I wondered if I didn't need at least one loach like that. Isn't a pond that is too clear and clean is not fun? Sometimes you have to wake up with muddy water to make it taste good.”

Simwon's laughed lightly.