The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 261

“What do you want?”

Ho?

He’s a pretty fast-paced guy. There must be a lot of questions, but I organize my thoughts and tell you.

“You don’t doubt his identity, do you?”

“Is there any other evidence that is only Mukryong?”

Since he is the grandson of Salmakju, he must have recognized it.

“And that little boy.”

When So Dong-bo glanced at him, the bright-eared Hwang-sin frowned as if to say, ‘You’re not young!’

“It must be the Silver Guard, right?”

In the meantime, it is good to have good eyesight. Is it natural to live?

However, since both Eunwidan and Salmak instinctively use martial arts to hide their spirits, it would be natural to recognize them. Among the warriors of Sapaecheon, the one with that level of skill would be the Eunwidan if not Salmak.

“Perhaps the patriarch… no, the apostles chose you.”

“that’s right.”

“Ask again. What do you want from us?”

“I need to meet Salmakju.”

“Are you in need of a shelter?”

“okay.”

“…”

At Jinmu’s answer, So Dongbo stared blankly at him.

The nostalgia for Hyeokryeonmugang felt by many warriors of Sapaecheon, including Salmak, was stronger than expected.

With just the name of Mukryong’s predecessor, it would be easy to gather forces.

If you’ve got Hao-Mun and need a shield, next is war.

“You intend to start a civil war.”

“It has already started and will continue to do so. Maybe with Salmak it will go faster.”

“Do you think there is a chance?”

“I’ve never calculated the odds of winning. If I put my mind to it, it will happen.”

“That’s a lot of confidence. Even though the Lord of Yuwolcheong is not a virtue like the Lord of the previous generation, Sapaecheon is not a mischievous person.”

Deokjang? I?

That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, but I know Sapaecheon isn’t weak.

Even if a rich man perishes, he will last three years, and even if a snake head leads him, his body is a dragon.

Even if it is a dragon that cannot harmonize without Yeouiju, its claws are still sharp and its tail can tear down mountains.

Green forest, watercolor, metallurgical party, black sand room. Even if they are in power, Sapaecheon is still strong.

Except for the Iron Swordsman, who did not show their strength, the nature of Sapaecheon was still lined with unmanned troops that had the power to be astonished.

You made it yourself, how can you not know?

“Still, nothing changes. The present Sapaecheon will surely collapse.”

“…”

So Dong-bo laughed at Jinmu’s confident words.

It would have to be judged that it was just a stroke of a young martial artist full of blood, but it was because Jinmu spoke so boldly that it felt sincere.

“But no one will raise your hand unless there is something certain.”

“…”

You bastard… It’s different from the Salmakju he remembers.

None of the people who followed him in the past had this tendency.

When I was told to go, I went unconditionally, regardless of the reason. He didn’t care whether there were obstacles in front of him or whether there was Bukri Docheon, who was said to be the strongest master of the Demonic Cult.

Did you show less strength? Or is it because you didn’t lose?

The appearance of So Dong-bo, looking straight into my eyes and trying to measure things, was unfamiliar.

“Good good. The conversation that relied on past ties ends here.”

“…?”

In an instant, the mischievous smile on Jinmu’s face disappears and a calm mind emerges.

As the atmosphere changed, as if he had become a completely different person, Xiao Dongbo felt that his breathing was getting tight due to the pressure that felt like his entire body was being weighed down.

Only one facial expression has changed.

“Hey kid. I am not talking to you to negotiate. It’s not because I’m afraid of flesh. It’s just the past… No, it’s because of the long relationship with the Revolutionary Army.”

Jinmu pauses for a moment, then looks directly at So Dongbo.

“I want and get Salmak now. I don’t need your opposition. What you have to do now is the choice.”

“select?”

So Dong-bo’s eyes, filled with doubt, narrowed.

“Either you take my extended hand or end the history of death.”

“…!”

crazy!

Sodongbo wanted to shout that right away. Aren’t you crazy enough to choose between holding hands or dying?

“Does the flesh look so funny!”

So Dong-bo’s voice became sharper and even his tone changed.

“Is there anything I can do besides being funny? It’s just like that. I won’t blindly destroy power or kill people. But once it is judged to be an enemy, it must be killed.”

“….”

“Ideal enemies or comrades stepping into the sapphire. it’s either one At any rate, if you stick to Yu Yue-cheong, you will get a troublesome lump of baggage.”

Dongbo Su seriously pondered whether to continue listening to this nonsense.

“why? Can’t you believe it?”

I know he’s sincere. You can tell just by looking at his intense momentum that starts encroaching on all sides.

As soon as he said the words of refusal, the intense murder as if he was going to kill him made even his breathing die down before he knew it.

“…her!”

Laughter came out of nowhere. No matter how much it is, this is not something that is treated as a mediocre military officer.

“Well then, I think you understand a little bit. Will you calmly guide me through the salmak? Or would you like to die right here?”

“…”

Dongbo So looks at Jinmu with a frown.

No matter how much Mukryong’s predecessor, isn’t he overly mad?

It is a law to distinguish between self and pride. I don’t know why the author inherited Muk-ryong, but I couldn’t wait to see him go wild in front of me with excessive strength.

Even if you die on the spot, it’s not like it’s not. Salmakju, or privately, he has no need to listen to the words of his grandmother, Yahwa Soyakbyeok.

“With you, who is thin…”

Just when So Dong-bo was about to reject him, Hwang-sin pricked his ears and interrupted.

“God!”

Hwangshin looks at a place in the air with wary eyes and Jinmu turns his head in the same direction.

So Dong-bo and the killers turned their heads as if they were being led by something, and noticed that the figure, which had been small like a dot, was getting bigger and bigger and running towards them.

Did you feel that on this street? In-young stopped when she was looking at Hwang-sin with wide-eyed eyes.

“Three years old?”

The person who appeared was Yuyeop, one of the great slayers of Salmak.

For a moment, So Dongbo’s brow furrowed.

It is not good for a messenger to come to you in Jinmapyeong.

If it was to inform the person who is out of town, the content would not be ordinary.

Moreover, what if the messenger is one of the only ten great slayers in Salmak?

[What’s going on?]

[Suspicious figures have been spotted around Hasimgok.]

[Is it an enemy?]

[We don’t know yet, but the last lord told us that we need to be careful.]

Unidentified people?

So Dong-bo glared at Jin-mu fiercely and sprayed death.

Isn’t it coincidentally timely? The appearance of a descendant of Mukryong and suspicious figures.

For some reason, I thought I was too confident against Salmak.

“Is it you?”

“…”

So Dong-bo’s expression changed from moment to moment to a cold tone.

What are these bastards talking about, why are they suddenly glaring at you like they’re going to eat you?

Moreover, the killers around him pull out their swords and settle down as if besieging him.

“Hey, I don’t know what it is, but first listen to me…”

“Shut up, you bastard! I already saw your sword inside!”

“…”

“You mean bastard. I didn’t think they would have sent soldiers to Hasimgok in advance after talking about what to choose.”

“…huh? what?”

What did you say? What do you send to Hasimgok?

“Are you pretending?”

“…”

You bastard. First of all, listen and judge.

What kind of misunderstanding is this? I am excitedly piling up misunderstandings by myself.

While Jinmu, not understanding the situation, frowns in confusion, Dongbo So distorts his face, wondering what he was thinking.

“this! I see!”

What else are you talking about?

“Are you trying to take me hostage?”

“…”

“Damn it. Somehow, I heard that you were following me… You were thinking of capturing me and threatening the lord!”

This bastard… It’s like this again. I said I like it because it organizes my thoughts quickly, but I never thought it would bounce in such a strange direction.

Jinmu lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head, but So Dongbo raises his sword and exudes ferocious energy.

“But never mind! Do you think I will be caught easily?”

“…”

He is not only good at organizing things, but also has a knack for creating stories. It’s enough to work as a plum blossom right now.

Haha, why is everyone I meet like this? I met so many strange people that I am not surprised anymore.

This bastard’s seller… uh huh.

I should make time for a good game or something.

“Now that I know of your conspiracy, I will never fall for your scheme and put myself in danger…”

Sh-out! Fast!

“…!”

The sound of brushing the air followed by the sound of fists violently crushing bones.

Little Dong-bo, who couldn’t even finish talking, threw his face on the floor and sprawled out.

And Jinmu, who is making a motion as if he was punched with a fist.

“When?”

Didn’t see anyone move. I couldn’t even flinch.

“Oh sorry. Hearing so much bullshit, I suddenly got annoyed, and I didn’t know.”

Jinmu raised his hand to the killers and apologized with a smile.

“Oh no!”

Only belatedly, the killers raised their swords in a threatening posture toward Jinmu.

backtracking. Things that are less capable than the Emperor.

Jinmu smiles.

If you wanted to kill them, they were already dead.

“Hey, drop the knife if you don’t want to lose everything.”

“…”

“I’ve already seen it once. Not twice.”

“…”

It wasn’t because the loyalty of the slayer Yuyeop and the five escorts was not enough.

I tried to move, but I couldn’t.

So Dong-bo was also in his grasp, but the moment Jinmu’s bloody eyes turned toward them, his body stopped as if it were wrapped in a spider’s web.

“Yah, what happened to Hasimgok?”

“That’s it…”

Yuyeop almost answered Jinmu, who didn’t even know who he was.

“It was tsk. Whatever happened, that’s the bottom line.”

Jinmu corrected his posture and let go of his energy.

“Anyway, this guy is saying that there are people who can misunderstand him as an enemy, right? what good I also have to meet the owner of the house. I’ll have to see if any bastards try to touch mine.”

“….”

“Hwangsin.”

At Jinmu’s call, Hwangshin approaches.

“Up.”

“…?”

No, why do you… The one who fainted was himself, and besides me, there were six other people who would carry him on his back…

“Running on his back is also training.”

At the end of every word, that bastard’s training is a plague.

Hwangshin carried a small group of people with a dissatisfied face.

“What are you guys doing?”

“…yes?”

“I have to go to Hasimgok.”

At Jinmu’s words, the killers look at Jinmu with blank expressions.

They’re dirty bastards.

In the end, Jinmu was escorted to Hasimgok only after stomping on them all until they uttered a chorus of quoeek sounds.

* * *

Jinmapyeong, located 100 li northeast of Hagok, is about 100 li away from there.

A huge valley located where the snake-like waves of the Yellow River leave Shanxi and head north.

People called the place where the water mist does not disappear all year round as Hasim Valley.

As always, Hasimgok only vaguely revealed itself after the sun rose.

Because the waterway draws a large arc and curves, the speed of the coming and going ships is noticeably slowed down, and mysterious people have been staying there for a while.

An old man with a five-cheok terrace and dozens of people in black are looking at Hasimgok leisurely with their hands behind their backs.

“It seems that the subordinates of the demon army are not very useful.”

“…”

Said the arrogant Seon Geohan, sneeringly, with his arms folded next to the old Ma-goon.

“If I had known it would be like this, I would have brought my children.”

His expression was full of sarcasm, but the demon’s face did not show any agitation.

“With the tsk-tsk-tsk kids. What would you do if you walked around like that for a hundred days? Only then will we be able to find the entrance.”

They even clicked their tongues as if to listen, but the movements of the black righteous people searching for Hasimgok were not to the extent that they could be disparaged as the giant said.

It seemed like he was walking lightly, but he was gliding a distance close to one foot per step.

What was even more surprising was the fact that it was running on a cliff face as if it were flat.

“magnitude.”

“…what?”

“Are you comparing crazy bastards and non-horses?”

“Crazy bastard?”

Gwangdo took the handle of the sword sword that was hanging around his back.

“Hoo? Are you willing to give it a try?”

The Demon Army gently caresses his beard and glares at the light.

“There’s nothing that can’t be fun. It’s just an old man occupying his place after getting old.”

“It will be fun.”

Tendons rise thickly on Gwangdo’s forearm as he holds the sword at Demon’s bleak smile.

demon and luminosity.

They were the main warriors of the Imperial Palace and the swords of Song Yeo-bang.

They seemed like they would engage in sword fighting at the slightest word, and they weren’t very close.

Without Song Yeo-bang’s mediation, they would have been in a life-or-death struggle a long time ago.

The atmosphere couldn’t be good since the two, no different from dog mates, were organized for one mission.

The time when we were about to slit each other’s throats, whether it was a mission or something.

“I found it!”

The warrior of Bimadae cut off the tension that had been pulled between the two.

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