◈ Sword Demon (1)
West of Guangxi Province. A hill that is hundreds of miles away from Ha Ju-hyeon.
“Well, I told you everything I know!”
A man lying face down on the floor. At Kang Il’s words, the wild man wearing a blood-soaked robe had a strange smile on his face.
He was a man who personally came to Guangxi Province after hearing the news that a gift that should have been delivered to him had been stolen by bandits.
But surprisingly, when they arrived at Ha Ji-hyeon, they only heard that the Bei Pung Pyo Country was completely ruined.
Using Sincheon’s information network, he set out to find traces of the movement of the North Wind Pyo Country’s target.
In the process, I didn’t know how many times I walked around Guangxi Province in pursuit of the remnants of the bandits who had sold off the goods from Beifungpyoguo, but even after all that trouble, I couldn’t find what I was looking for.
Meanwhile, the one who was caught was a bandit over there named Kang Il, and this bandit also did not know any information about the silk clothes.
“So, they were looking for Gyerim Heuksi?”
“Oh my, that’s right!”
For some reason, this was a man who had obtained information that was even more concerning.
‘Following Bukpungpyoguk to Gyerim Heuksi? It feels like we are moving in search of our forces.’
The faction they belonged to was not revealed, so if you look at it rationally, the reasoning was full of holes.
Suddenly!
The man who cut off the head of the bandit named Kang Il with Nangado turned his steps towards Gyerim.
He was a man who trusted intuition rather than reason.
* * *
After wrapping up, Mujin and his party took a short break at Socheongmun Gate.
And around noon. A carriage stopped in front of Socheongmun Gate.
“Welcome. Jew. ha ha ha.”
It was Socheongmunju who greeted the slave trader who came as promised with a smile, but his intentions were not like that at all.
Behind him, Mujin and his party dressed as disciples of Socheongmun were located.
The moment you utter a single word, you lose your life. What happened last night was enough to infer that.
“Please eat inside first.”
As a human being who has been deceiving children for the past dozen years, Xiaoqingmunju pretended nothing was wrong with his excellent acting and dragged the slave trader into Xiaoqingmun.
Rattling.
And right after the slave trader entered Socheongmun, the slave trader was instantly suppressed by Mujin and his party.
Mujin led the slave trader, who had completely subdued the demonic blood and blood, to a corner of Socheongmun, and only then did he release the slave’s blood.
“What are you doing?”
Perhaps he still considered Mujin and his party to be Xiao Qingwen’s disciples, and he shouted in a quite confident manner.
Of course, there was no business in falcons.
puck!
“Nothing safe after all this… … .”
puck!
“Why on earth are you doing this…?” … .”
puck!
“Even if you say something.”
puck!
“sorry! “I was wrong!”
“What did you do wrong?”
“Well, that’s… … .”
puck!
After being beaten for a while, the guy’s face was swollen like a bun and he started crying.
“I absolutely did everything wrong! Yo, please forgive me!”
Mujin, who was finally ready to start a conversation, asked the slave trader various things.
“When moving slaves, how do you prevent escape?”
“Are there any cases where the carriage is inspected during the moving process?”
“What is your main travel route?”
The first question was for camouflage.
If you know how slave traders tie up slaves and how they manage them, you will be able to naturally disguise yourself as a slave trader and slave.
In addition, castles and prefectures frequented by slave traders. And I was able to check everything, including how to pass the inspection.
After obtaining all the necessary information through the slave trader. Baek Ga-Hwan, who was listening to the information with Mujin, asked.
“You said your goal is Gangseo Province. Do you have a separate route in mind?”
“First, we plan to move east and enter Guangdong Province. And the goal is to cross the northern part of Guangdong Province, enter the southern part of Jiangxi Province, and then head north all the way to Nanchang, the provincial capital.”
* * *
Mujin and his party moved around by pretending to be slave traders, using their own carriage and the slave trader’s carriage.
Using information received from slave traders, they sometimes traveled secret routes other than the official route, and sometimes they confidently passed through prefectures or castles by bribing government officials.
For a long time, he proudly pretended to be a slave trader and moved around.
By the time the sun had completely set. The carriage carrying Mujin and his party stopped at a low hill.
“Now, let’s all get some rest.”
Baek Ga-hwan, who stopped the carriage, entered the carriage, removed the handcuffs and ropes that were binding the children’s hands and feet, and began preparing for a night out.
“Tsk. Wouldn’t it be better to just rest in the prefecture we entered earlier?”
When Mugung looked at the children in the carriage with pity and spoke, Mujin answered in a bitter tone.
“I would like to, but since there are so many eyes watching, I can’t take off the shackles and handcuffs like this. “I can’t make you get out of the carriage.”
So they had no choice but to choose to live homeless.
“The other children must have had a hard time, but Baek Soger must have had a harder time, so you take care of him a little. “I’ll be babysitting the other kids.”
“… … Phew. Amitabha Buddha.”
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Ahead of Baek Ga-ryeong’s treatment, Mugung closed her eyes and recited a Buddhist prayer to stabilize her mind and body.
However, when a large, bulky man dressed as a slave trader approached Baek Ga-ryeong while chanting evil words, he seemed like an infallible villain.
‘That guy isn’t thinking strange things, is he?’
Mujin looked after Mugung with suspicion from time to time as he looked after the other children, but Mugung was the one who was struggling.
“every time… sorry… … .”
“no. Back Sozer. Huh. “Please rest assured.”
Mugung answered in a stiff voice, then quickly closed his eyes and chanted in his mind, recalling the image of King Hyedam.
At first glance, the way he was trying to regain his sense of immobility seemed like a pious figure devoted to treatment.
Baek Ga-ryeong, who was looking at the scene while lying on the floor, carefully raised his arms slightly to show gratitude.
He then gently placed his palm over the back of Mugung’s hand, which was resting against his abdomen.
Mugung, who suddenly felt puzzled by the cold coming from the back of his hand, opened his eyes and then began to tremble as if in a fight.
“Hi!”
For Mugung, who entered the Shaolin Temple at the age of thirteen and lived as a monk for six years, it was a very stimulating situation.
So much so that the immobility I had trained under Hyedam for four years completely collapsed.
“S-sorry… … .”
Baek Ga-ryeong, who was equally astonished to see Mugung causing trouble, quickly apologized.
“Okay, okay, I’ll give you treatment again in just a moment!”
However, Mugung, whose immobility had already collapsed, was going back and forth.
Even worse, because he was surprised while handling the bet, Yeolyangji started going wild and needed a fortune-telling meal right away.
As Mugung hurriedly moved away with his face red, whether because of Yeolyangjigi or some other reason, Mujin sighed and approached Baek Ga-ryeong.
“Don’t worry. Back Sozer. Since it is a dangerous treatment that deals with energy, Baek Soje may be surprised when he suddenly moves and do something like that.”
“… … Ingratitude. “The crime of requesting punishment for a parent.”
“Hmm.”
When the lion idiom came out again, Mujin cleared his throat.
Ingratitude is a common phrase, but it was the first time Mujin had heard of it.
However, when I roughly interpreted the Chinese characters, I realized that it meant carrying thorns and asking for sin, so it seemed like asking for a punishment appropriate to the crime.
“There is nothing for Sojeo to be sorry about. “It’s because that guy’s training isn’t enough anyway, so don’t worry about it.”
I thought that if he got into trouble just because he touched a woman’s hand, that might be his problem.
‘I wouldn’t be able to come to my senses if I met a female expert from Sapa or the Demonic Cult.’
It was Mujin who wondered if he would fall into the world of beauty and go to see King Yeomra.
Mu-jin, who was looking at Mugung who was eating her luck with a pitiful expression, turned his gaze this time to look at another person who was fighting with Sim-ma.
“Whoa.”
Mujin, who had been sitting in the carriage without saying a word since last night until now, approached the person and opened his mouth.
“You seem to have deep feelings. “Do you have any concerns?”
I had no hobby of asking questions about personal concerns that the other person didn’t even bother to bring up.
However, because the recent situation seemed so serious, I had no choice but to ask.
Cheongsu Dojang, who had a gloomy expression on his face as if he was thinking about something complicated in response to Mujin’s question, stood up with a deep sigh and asked Mujin.
“Dou. “Would you like to dance with me now?”
Mujin thought for a moment about that unexpected request.
I thought that if I danced while in a state of deep intoxication, there would be a risk of falling into the evil spirit, but I couldn’t bear to refuse because of the earnest look in Cheongsu Dojang’s eyes.
“… … “Let’s move to our seats first.”
In order to prevent other children from getting hurt during the dance, Mujin and Cheongsu Dojang moved a certain distance and then stood facing each other at a distance of one day.
While everyone was in a state of calm, Mujin opened his mouth first.
“let’s begin.”
“yes.”
As soon as Cheongsu Dojang, who had finished preparing, answered, Mujin rushed towards Cheongsu Dojang.
I didn’t intend to give my all from the start. It was meant to be a simple exploration battle, and it was also because the opponent clearly knew that he was in a state of turmoil.
But why?
“Sigh!”
Even though the attack was not with all its might, Cheongsu Dojang was having a hard time letting go of Mujin’s attack.
It seemed as if a ‘squeak’ sound was coming from Cheongsu Dojang’s Taegeukhye sword, which was always freely deployed and let go of most of the attacks even in the Yongbong branch.
It felt like the sword, which was supposed to draw a gentle and smooth Taegeuk shape, kept getting angled edges.
The happy smile that usually appears when swinging the sword disappears everywhere, and he manages to block Mujin’s attacks several times with his complex face.
“Mujin Do-nim.”
Blocking Mujin’s attack, Cheongsu Dojang opened his mouth with difficulty.
“Do you have anything to say?”
When Mujin paused his attack for a moment, Cheongsu Dojang asked a question.
“In your opinion, Mujin Dou, how many masters in Sima Oedo’s group are better than Mujin Dou?”
To that unexpected question, Mujin thought for a moment before answering.
“Wouldn’t it be a few dozen people?”
Dozens at the minimum. At worst, it could have been over a hundred.
Emperor Pacheongeom, King Sal, and King Chang of the Sadoryun.
The seven major pillars and jinju of Shincheon. And maybe there were other masters higher than the Inju or the Seven Great Lords.
Moreover, the world’s top ten masters merely represent the sects located in the central region. There must have been several such experts in the Demonic Cult.
In the end, there will be at least ten masters of the Seven Kings level or higher in the Sima Oedo and Shincheon forces alone, and those who do not reach the Seven Kings level but are more expert than themselves, if we must compare, there will be dozens of masters who are similar to or above Hye Gwan or Hye Dam.
‘But at this level, am I also an expert in my own way?’
This is a world where more than 100 million people live in the Jungwon and Xinjiang areas where Magyo is located.
Compared to modern China, the number may be barely enough to do the work at best, but the number is significant.
The number of people who can be said to be strong people who have mastered martial arts easily exceeds a million, even if we assume one in a hundred.
Among the countless strong players, if I look at him positively, he is somewhere in the top 100, and no matter how negatively I look at him, he doesn’t seem like he will go beyond four digits.
‘Oh no, it’s meaningless.’
Well, when I think about the enemies I would have to fight in the future, I felt like it wasn’t enough.
When Mujin was sighing inwardly, thinking of his future enemies.
“It seems there are more than I thought.”
Cheongsu Dojang, who had a complicated expression on his face, muttered that and his mood changed completely.
“Then, of course, it would be difficult with a sword like this.”
As if they had finished their worries, this time Cheongsu Dojang went on the offensive first.
Wow!!
A straight sword penetrates into a vital area with a bloody cutting sound that seems to cut through the grain of the air. As if this were life or death.
visor!
As Mujin hurriedly swings his sword and strikes away Cheongsu Seal’s stab, a metallic sound rings out.
If it had been a normal clean water seal, it would have flowed in a flowing motion like water and would not have made any special noise.
visor!
visor!!
However, instead of drawing a useless circle, the Cheongsu seal unleashed a series of killing swords.
It was a compilation of the sword techniques that Cheongsu Dojang had seen and learned with his own eyes.
It was the sword method of the magic bandit he killed, the sword method practiced by the later leaders of the Yongbong branch, the bandits and the leaders of the North Wind Symbol.
And the sword techniques used by the black swordsmen of Gyerim Heuksi were mixed.
A man who had only practiced the shaman’s sword techniques, was able to create his own flesh sword by compiling the sword techniques he had seen a few times, a feat that could be considered a genius.
visor!!
Mujin opened his mouth, swatting away all of his vicious swords.
“Do you really mean the ‘Sword like this’ that you mentioned just a moment ago, the Taegeukhye Sword?”
Was that statement a surprise? Cheongsu Dojang, who paused for a moment, forced his sword again.
However, Mujin, who roughly understood the other person’s concerns, forced himself to continue the conversation.
visor!
“Why do you disparage the season of the monks, which countless powerful people consider one of the martial arts, as nothing more than ‘a sword like this’?”
visor!
“… … “This is because Taegeukhye sword is a sword technique for survival.”
visor!
“What is wrong with saving lives that makes you want to let go of that sword?”
visor!!!
Right after the last, more intense clash.
Cheongsu Dojang, which did not use the sword, was pushed back by Mujin’s might.
Is it because of Mujin’s power or Simma?
Cheongsu Dojang gritted his teeth, took a moment to catch his breath, and then opened his mouth.
“So, were they worth saving?”
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