Book 6 Chapter - 12

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Who is Master?

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"Now that you mention it, who's the master in charge of training at the Cheongeomjo camp?"

suddenly curious

Nohak asked Namgoongsang.

It's only a day away from Mount Wudang.

As this approaches, there's a question I've been consciously trying to forget.

He stuck his head out of his mind.

"Don't tell me you're a master."

The old school was trembling with anxiety. The last year of my entire body.

Dee seemed to be sick.

"Stop, don't tell me!"

There was only one master they referred to at this time. Suddenly others

The palace felt itself full of hair.

"Don't ever say such a terrible thing again! One more time to say such a bad word.

I'll cut you some slack."

The voice of Namgoongsang was truly full.

"Oh, no, no, of course not!"

Nam Gung-sang spoke in a firm voice as if he were hypnotizing himself. Nightmares are like...

Burn was enough.

"Right?"

The voice of old school has become as small as the sound of mosquitoes. It's still an anxious thing.

"I will!"

There was no confidence in Namgoongsang's voice. The black shadows of anxiety are them.

It's hanging in the middle.

I'm afraid he's already screwed up tonight. a long night

I think so.

Shindo Jeil Taoist shamanism located in Gyun County, Hobuk Province

This place, better known as Wudang Gumpara, is the amount of Old Moonpa along with Shaolin.

It was a large mountain range and the northernmost part of the country.

Cheonjubong Peak, the highest peak of Mudangsan Mountain, consisting of 72 peaks, 36 rocks, and 24 livers.

There was a thick sea of canals all over the place. Jasobong

At the top of this peak, called the altitude, one of the doe's men is down the mountain.

I was looking down.

"You're finally here..."

Mujinja stands on the top of Jasobong Peak in Mt.Mudang and paints the west red.

I looked at the afterglow of

Looking at the sun and the mountains in the canals.

His eyes were filled with deep vertigo.

White hair and snowflake-like eyebrows that come down to the chest are very fresh.

It was worth mentioning. But he's a little thin, and he looks a little stiff.

I'm giving you.

Mujinja, wise man!

Fifty years to live with the sword.

Now the work of the Eight Swords of the Wudang that the sword has no equal within the Wudang faction.

He was a master of the sword of sheep revered as a human being.

It was finally today.

The news of the arrival of talented men from Baekdo who are said to fly and breed at Cheonmu Academy.

Mujin, the leader of the shamanism, was looking forward to it. this year

As the man in charge of the Wudang camp, he is fully responsible.

I felt it, and I had my own plans and aspirations.

But his expectations, aspirations, hopes, and intentions are due to a single young man.

It breaks into pieces. You two never get along like water and oil.

It was a fate that could not be done.

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Keep the time of the wise and the homeless.

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"Hey, priest! There's a wise man walking by!"

From a watchtower that stands high.

Yu Gang, the second of the Wudang disciples, was on the bus.

I spoke to the prospect of a priest.

The three great disciples here are not calculating the sequence from the factional investigation, but the chapter.

It was calculated based on the distribution of the lower part of the literature as one unit, and lucky distribution of the literature.It means Yu, a student of Hangryul, who becomes a disciple of a disciple of a disciple of a disciple.

What they're doing right now is monitoring forest fires and intruders, and in time.

It was a job to ring the bell accordingly. Originally, the day-to-day service of the Holy Father.

It was common practice to watch and ring the bell at a certain time.

There was a special secret to Mt. Mudang that could not be seen anywhere else.

"Oh! I see. It's already very early to see Sajo finish his afternoon walk.

It's 5 p.m. Let's hurry up and tell them the time."

Yu-gang scolded Yu-gang for his hasty action.

"Tsk, tsk, what a hurry! Look, Sajo is still the gate of the soft armour.

It's before you passed! When Sajo's foot reaches that gate.

From Rosincidental (4 p.m.) to Yushicho (5 p.m.)

It's time, and when you're back in your place, it's exactly the time.

It's a city!"

The death penalty, too, overwhelms priests in experience. Even though it's

Even if it's my year.

"I forgot! I'm sorry, death penalty!"

Promising gritted his head and apologized.

"It's all right, be careful next time!"

It was a river of generosity like the death penalty.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!!"

When the foot of the Mujinja exactly touches the middle threshold, the prospect follows the instructions of Yu Gang.

Ten times. It was the sound of Yushi. Happy to announce the time for dinner time.

It was a sound.

Mujinja was a punctual person. Time to go to bed and wake up! mountain

I've never missed a book break, a training break, a blade.

It was correct.

Besides, the stethoscope is always at a constant width and at a constant pace.

You walk back, you never get faster or slower before you use the new law.

There was no, unless something special happened. So, Mount Wudang...

He was called a walking time alarm.

What an invincible person does is called unchanging one-heart attack.

Lee is a way of doing things, always thinking the same thing, always doing the same thing.

At first glance, it is an easy way to perform, but difficult to do it. From the current shamanism,

There was only one person who implemented the performance method.

After more than a decade of this behavior, non-partisan people have been homeless since then.

I could even figure out the time of the day and the time of the day by looking at his behavior.

So, the shamans know the time of day.

There was no problem even if I neglected to see the movement of )). next day

On the other hand, it's because the homeless tell the time as an action.

One day, when there was an emergency meeting with the shamans, in your daily routine today,

It was Mujin who did not attend because there was no meeting.

Of course, the homeless make their own schedules, and there's nothing more to it.

It was good to keep, but it was not good to force it on others.

It wasn't.

Above all, there was no way that others could have kept such a thorough sense of time.

It was possible in this world only for the invincible, and it was already invincible.

Even within the factions, the impossibility of imitating others' actions was recognized.

But despite this background, the problem is not only that he's punctual.

In other words, there was a problem that swordsmanship was also well versed.

Therefore, he is the chief inspector of this year's training group for the camp at Mt. Mudang in Cheonmuhakgwan.

I became the master in charge.

It was nothing short of a dark cloud in the future of Ryu-Yeon's party.

The crew arrived at Mt. Mudang, where the master of training at this camp was Mujin.Now he breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that he was wise. It's in the operatives.

I'm so glad your master isn't what you call him.

It used to be.

But it was so boring.

The master of camp training is too much for them, not even the masters.

It was conducting a hard training that was ingrained in principle and principles.

Every day, not a day goes by, at exactly the same time, the same time, the same thing.

The teachings of the infatuated are too strong for them at a very young age.

It was something that felt boring.

The idea of time was so thorough that the expression "terrible" was right.

Moreover, it does not stop here, but the problem forces it on the sword.

Fortunately, the operations are under the jurisdiction of the salinity, so it is time for the homeless.

I managed to get out of the way of protecting myself.

Ryu-yeon, who didn't want to participate in this camp training.

It was understandable.

But this is such a formal, principled class... that he's in the department.

It was questionable whether the person who heard the sound of the ointment was correct. Anyway, never

It was a frustratingly blocked class method that didn't fit you.

The homeless now commit a serious error in measuring others by their own standards.

I was in the middle of it.

It was called "ten people ten people one by one."

I don't know if it's for you, but it's for others.

He overlooked that no one in the world could guarantee it.

The backlash was as good as foregone.

'Is there something big going on?'

Ryu-yeon is the one who built a wall against the rules and order.

It was not unreasonable to have a heart.

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Ambush at Mount Wudang.

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It was a boring wait.

To the point of having an abscess on the back.

It was a boring time.

After continuous pursuit,

It's a thread of barely caught sight.

Nam Gung-sang waited nervously for his goal to emerge.

Maybe because of the nervous tension, I was thirsty. Cool neng ssi

It suddenly occurred to me that I would not have a wish if I drank a cup. On top of that,

The muscles of the body were cringing.

Hide your signs, turn your back on the wind, and the Southern Palace will secretly protect your existence.

I hid it. I won't get caught for smell. The contrast was perfect.

But what I didn't realize was my colleague and friend Noh Hak.

As a, it was a fatal mistake.

"Goodbye, old school!"

A moment of bitterness for the old school who completed the reservation to the underworld.

Nam Gung-sang, who took a moment of mourning, raised his head.

Resolution!

A flash flashed in his eyes, full of determination.

There can be no mistake!'

"Rustle!"

Here we go!

Finally, the target revealed signs. The sound of a target cutting through the grass.

The statue of Ganamgung sounded grander than thunder.

I won't miss it!'

It was clear that if he missed it, he would become a companion to the underworld like a labor school student.

"Skills!"

The statue of the Southern Palace, who escaped from his hiding place, sheds a sharp blue light.

I sprayed it with all my might.

"Flap!"

I'll shine faster than the wind, as if to prove my accomplishments.

At the moment of rum's flight, Vido penetrated the target's neck.

There was no resistance. As such, the skills of the Namgoongsang have improved and are neat.

It was also a disproof.

The smile on Namgung-sang's face was young.

"Success!

The statue of the Southern Palace cheered inwardly with flying joy.

At last he completed a crucial task safely.Neck in his hands, plodding down the mountain with triumphant steps.

A rabbit with a bag of rain stuck in its trunk like a decoration.

I was in a trance. As per his duties, the Southern Palace Award is due this evening.

He successfully completed his grand and majestic mission to secure side dishes.

No-hak was too short of attention to smell.

Stacked and piling up all over him, the stinking smell of pickled flesh is more numerous than humans.

Ten, hundreds of times the sense of smell isn't in the hands of animal companions.

His long complacent thoughts are an affront to the developed sense of smell that all animals have.

It had to be.

A hunter who smells like, "I'm here."

Would you have the idea of getting near?

Just as all the hunters prove they're not stupid.

Even before I could even get near the old school, I'd smell it and leave dozens of pages.

It was often ruined.

No matter how hard you try to smother an animal with a strong, monstrous smell, you're old school.

It was better to give up hunting silver.

Because he didn't take a bath properly for the good reason that he was a beggar, his own cedar.

There's no sign of cleanliness, and no sign of care in the old man's nose.

The night I challenged myself with the acrid smell of tearing.

The hunt for it was a complete failure.

Therefore, Nohak sacrificed his body to live in the Southern Palace.

It became a mountain.

He was elated by his great success compared to the failure of labor.

Namgungsang had to eat bare rice just like the old school.

"What is this?"

With questionable eyes, Ryu-Yeon is a rabbit in the hands of the Southern Palace and his face.

I asked, looking back and forth at

"Yes! It's a rabbit."

Like a man who wants to show off his proud track record.

Shout out loud.

"Why did you bring this?"

"Huh? Of course, it's a side dish for dinner."

"Tak!"

As if nothing more to see, Ryu-Yeon stuck out the back of the head of the Southern Palace.

There you go.

"Ouch!"

Right away Ryu-Yeon's scolding flew in.

"Hey, you timid bastard! Grab a little one like this and stick it to someone's nose.

Did you bring it for this?"

Nam Gung-sang knelt down next to the old school who returned empty-handed, hands and head.

I had to put it up.

The rabbit caught by Gungsang was too small for dozens of people to eat together.

Eventually, the rabbit ended its fate by climbing onto Ryu-Yeon's table.

The rest of the marquis were forced to resent the Southern Palace and the Old School.

I had to rip it off.

"Why did you take the Redeemer?"'

If someone is here to say something deep, meaningful, meaningful...

If you want to find out, I'll make sure you get the 12 per cent wrong.

The reason Ryu-Yeon put a fake leg in this camp exercise is because...

Just because of your own convenience. The operatives already have their own initiative.

I've been at the forefront of all my household life, uh...

There was no need for education. I've already done everything I've been asked to do.

It was perfectly educated two years ago.

Because of its convenience and usefulness, Ryu-Yeon almost forced his operations here.

They put it in the group, put a rope around their neck, and they are dragging them. Simply

There's no reason to expect anything other than the fact that you need a maid.

It was Lee.

The life of the marquis was also a truly terrible fate.-------------------------------------------

Find Kiyeon for a hundred thousand miles.

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'What's down here?'

foggy, shaving, and shaving,

Underneath the rock of despair.

Looking at Ryu-Yeon muttered to himself.

"Is there such a thing as a qui-yeon in a place like this?'

The two ancient mountain ranges of the Old Moon faction, about the same number as the Undang faction.

A hidden sad story that has been handed down from generation to generation after generation after generation after generation.

There's more than a dozen stories hidden in the dark.

It's bound to come down. I haven't counted, but maybe 40 things.

I think it'll work.

Just by looking at Shaolin Temple, if you're meant to be, you'll get a share.

There are more than 30 transmissions that say that you can become a master. In addition

In addition to small victories, he counted his spirit.

In fact, I'm not sure where these stinking sages are for this time-honored cult.

The art, sword, or martial arts hidden in the street.

The sudden story was no big deal.

Of course, nothing has been confirmed. But completely none, pure and simple.

I just can't because I have a history to lift. Interesting

I'll give you 50 years, and one of you will be able to reach out to the next.

It's what people say.

So you can't say it's not there, you can't say it's all over the place.

It's lean. It may literally be meant to be meant for only those who are meant to be.

Even Yun Junho didn't get a chance to get a glimpse of Kiyeon.

A. Of course, I'm not making good use of the quirk.

"I found Junho, but there's no reason why I can't find him!"

As expected, meat tastes better when chewed, and treasure tastes better when found. Mt. Wudang

On the way to, I've heard enough from Hyun-woon about the transmission of Mt. Wudang treasure.

It was a place where I heard the sun. You can say you've been waiting for the treasure. Oh

It was a wild, reckless attempt in a way.

"It'll be a lot of money if we sell them unpaid!"

There was only one reason why Ryu-Yeon wanted to find Kiyeon. necessary for him

It was not the mind of a previous master to become a master of health. He wants

It was a treasure worth selling. Of course, if you sell airless grade, it's astronomical.

It was worth finding because it could be traded at academic prices.

Ryu-Yeon-like, who is not interested in the contents of others' unpaid wages.

It was an idea that sad news and martial arts encouraged death.

Ryu-yeon's heart is burning with a sense of duty to dispose of it even if it is on the line.

It was here.

If I have to pick the most famous thing among the current shamans, I'd like to pick Jasobong's Taegeukgi.

Jeon, close to the rumor about the Taegeukjeolae of Dong and Undaebong

I could hear the Lunar New Year. The reason was simple. There's an atmosphere that might be hidden.

There was only one reason why it was a place that exuded

The place where Ryu-Yeon is standing right now is the cliff called Taegeukgi.

It was the edge.

Located in Undaepong, one of the five peaks surrounding Jasobong Peak,

A cliff that looks like a cliff. This magnificent, rugged figure, and something to hide it.

The appearance that seems to be lying is stimulating everyone's curiosity.

It was also the best place to hide something.

However, it was not an easy place for foreigners to visit.

"Well, shall we go?"

Resolutely determined, Ryu-Yeon flitted toward the sheer cliff.

Soon, Ryu-Yeon's new model disappeared into the cloud.The coward was Ryu-Yeon, who was always lost.

Once you've made up your mind, you're the one who makes it happen.

It was Ryu-Yeon. And once you've made a decision, you can look back.

I never regretted it.

He was always confident.

"Did he feel skeptical about his life? A suicide by jumping out of the blue? This is

It's so sudden!"

Amhon Biyeongdae's assassination squad watching Ryu-Yeon from afar.

殺隊) 암영(暗影) 3 조(組) 조장(組長) 흑살도(黑殺刀) 흑상이 경악성

Burst into.