Book 8 Chapter - 5

Mu Young In

Ryu-Yeon can sense an intangible sword flying towards him like a hawk in the sky.

There was a blade of intangible ignorance as fast as light.

Slip!

But Ryu-Yeon, to his chagrin, avoided even this one-shot with a lethal move. the atmosphere is half

Even in the cracks, he ended up with a cut in the hem of his clothes. Maybe I didn't solve the Apocalypse.

It was something that I might not have been able to avoid. That's how fast and terrifying the power of the blind man is.

It was powerful enough to kill.

Because a lethal move is a skill to risk one's life and kill another's, if it fails, it's your own.

The psychological blow back to is enormous. You've run out of your life in vain.

How can you be fine?

Ryu-Yeon made a final blow to the devastated paleontology.

Open your eyes!

The flash penetrated the space in a straight line.

Shaking!

The pitch split in half and the hair of the archangelism fluttered in the wind. Hair that's loose and fluttering.

Rock obscured the view of astronomy for a moment. When it's reopened, there's a moment on top of his silence.

Ryu-Yeon was on a free ride, perhaps because he was sick. And before I knew it, the rhinoceros with its teeth exposed on its neck.

One Do was shining with a cool spirit. It was a complete defeat of the Old Testament.

"I lost."

That's how the fight ended.

Now the sun was setting over Seosan with a dense twilight.

"Is this how the whole place is organized?"

Na-Yerin said.

"You've lost too much blood."

In this fight, Ryu-Yeon was relentless in his attempt to play hardball. It smells bloody.

I was a fight.

"I'm not afraid of blood once I've decided to see it. That's how I feel.

GT is the shield of determination. Always ten when one's mind is eroded by fear of blood and murder.

You can't use this hal's Of course, there's no need for power.

Ryu-yeon said in a calm voice. Na-Yerin looked at him in a quiet way. But mouth

I didn't say anything or anything by opening it. I just watched it quietly.The famous iron-legged stele, pushed by a single man's power, turned the horse's head.

Returning to the edge of the horizon was an unforgettable sight in Moyong Hwi's mind for the rest of his life. request

Wastes and everyone around them is dusting the earth, listening to the sound of horses' hooves ringing hollow.

Disappearing across the horizon, they looked ceaselessly.

Even though the sound of horses resonating the heavens and the earth struck me mercilessly around my ears, somehow...

Unknown silence was immediately packed with spaces everywhere. That makes it all the more unrealistic.

defeated

Only after confirming that all the iron-angle scaffolding had disappeared over the vast plain horizon did Moyong Hwi's poem.

The line headed for Ryu-Yeon. Like a lie, the iron-angle scaffolding has turned around. Without the sacrifice of a single sacrifice!

He's the cause of this, the incarnation of recklessness, the genius of unexpected behavior and the habitual criminal Ryu-yeon.

He looked up at something. I don't have enough eye training to dissect and see through.

It was easy.

What the hell is he?'

Who's in this stronghold to raise a man like that, or a man who deserves to be called a monster?

An ironclad horse that boasted invincibility and showed off a faster speed than the wind.

Dozens of wild animals were dead and rolling on the ground with blood sand. And... the rest of the ironclad.

The harness turned the horse's head and went back to the starting point where he.

"Have the head of a horse been turned around in the last 30 years?'

I assure you, that has never happened. One of the strongest symbols of black and blue, the Iron Bimadae.

Where they went, there was only victory, destruction and destruction they brought.

That day Moyong Hwi was lucky to witness a single exception. I don't know if it was lucky.

I'm not sure it was bad luck, though.

And everyone was silent on what they saw that day, as if they had promised. Ryu-yeon's doctor

The same was true of Changhong, Hyorong, Baek Muyong and Moyong Hwi, as well as the Jedul and Bobs.

I don't want to be criticized by people around me for talking like crazy.

Because there was no arc. Fortunately, not everyone was a pervert who took pleasure in it.

will

"Hey, hey, hey! Moyong Hwi! Moyong Hwi!"

Moyong Hwi's thoughts about the past were broken by Baek Muyong's call.

"Oh, Muyoung, is that you?"

Only then did Moyong Hwi, who found focus on his eyes, stare at his best friend. grim angle

He was a friend who followed me and returned safely without doing anything.

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

Baek Muyong asked.

"Ah, it'sorry."

"Are you thinking about what happened then?"

As expected, he was a quick-witted friend. Moyong Hwi didn't speak Katabuta but Baek Muyong

There was no difficulty in guessing what was inside him.

"Don't think about it anymore, it doesn't do much good for your mental health."

When I think about that day, I wonder if I'm in the real world right now, or if I'm in a fantasy world.

I'm confused if I'm wearing it. It's like a pipe dream... ..still a day's work for them.

It was surreal and unrealistic.

"Well, that would be great. You'd better keep it sealed in your memory for a while and not open it. Nerve anymoreYou might go crazy if you use it."

Baek Muyong actively agreed with his idea.

"It's an excellent choice.That's a good idea! That's good, that's good!"

When I recovered my senses and looked around again, Ryu-Yeon was already gone somewhere. Moyong Hwi

gave up on thinking about it further.

Visitors to the Catholic Church.

"Uh... I'm bored... What's going on?"

The sky is high and blue, and horses are fattening.

A agonizing autumn afternoon! Dreary front door sentry!

The limbs were languid enough to droop like starch syrup.

The second-year vice minister from Gonryunpa was also bored to death by sensationalism and Lee Moon-sun.

"I feel drowsy all over. The sun is so soft. I don't know.

A long yawn came out of the sensational mouth. It wasn't easy to keep up appearance.

"Hey, Moon-sun!"

"What's wrong, Jeongseon?"

Few customers visited today.

"I need you to save me before this boredom suffocates me."

"Hey, Jeongseon, shut up!"

It was a comforting word for the sensationalist.

"Are you all right?"

Lee Moon-sun's head turned sensational. Sunlight makes an eyebrow.

"No way. This yawning attack is going to tear my mouth. Haaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Lee Moon-sun's mouth opened to the point where she could see the red Adam's apple. It was a miracle that my lips didn't tear.

It felt like time was three times slower. As much as a leisurely front door shift.

There was nothing that made the liver feel bored.

"What if something happens on a day like this?""

The sensationalism was lamentable.

"Wouldn't that bother you?"

asked Lee Moon-sun. He's acting like he's thinking, but he's still talking.

A yawn was bursting out.

"I'd rather be bothered than bored like this!"

"I guess so..."

"I'm sure.

Both looked up at the sky at the same time. Clouds were leisurely flowing through the blue sea. Laziness

I was holding their breath.

"Oh, my God, I don't know if there's anything going to happen."

Again, sighs burst out of both of their mouths.

It is said that if a desire is strong, it must come true.

Heaven said to help those who help themselves.

A huge castle in the autumn sun, glistening like a mirror, with a wide blue skylight.

G! A man walked through the magnificently towering main gate of the place.

"Long time no see!"

Cheonmu Academy

Middle-aged people murmured in a voice filled with emotion as they saw the handwriting of a warrior with a single stroke. Pyeoned

After a split second, the middle-aged man moved again.

"Who is it?"

"What's wrong with you?"

The duty of protecting the main gate of Cheonmu Hakgwan is sensational and the courtesy of Lee Mun-sun.

The reason why there was such a low voice was that a middle-aged man visited the main building on some business of sentinels.

Because I strode through the main gate, ignoring the question, "Are you?" Daytime at the front door

If no one is a middle-aged man's jersey because he was wide open to welcome everyone.

Otherwise, he will be able to safely pass through the main gate and enter the Cheonmu Academy.

Cheonmuhakgwan is not a place to hide people, but its status and purpose are also important.

It wasn't easy enough to leave a rude person who wanted to enter and leave without disclosure.

Two soldiers on duty pointed a spear they were holding at the intruder and stopped him from moving.

I was going to.

Cheonmu Hakgwan is where the guards of the main gate take turns living. So if you miss guard, you'll get a negative grade.It was likely to have an impact. I couldn't have done such a thing. The sensationalism and Lee Moon-sun are in the afternoon.

Visitors are enthusiastically welcomed to wake up from the languor. That's why I'm trying to be kind and sweet.

I was expecting it.

Let's go!

"Uh...uh?"

Second-year students, Seon Seong-seong and Lee Moon-sun, who were aiming a spear at a middle-aged man, opened their eyes wide.

It's because the mysterious man who was approaching me suddenly disappeared blurry. And he's freaking out.

It wasn't a crowd.

"This place has changed a lot, too!"

A laid back middle-aged man's voice came from behind his back. A middle-aged sword that sheds unusual prayers.

The guest was looking around the interior view of the academy leisurely behind them. It's an extraordinary feeling.

Is there any?

Sensationalism and Lee Moon-sun strongly felt the premonition of a major accident.

Chaeng! Chaeng!

Suddenly, the main gate of Cheonmu Hakgwan became noisy. Because the two of them looked at the window and pulled out the sword. sentry

To send a cordial welcome to an unidentified uninvited guest who has entered the main gate.

There wasn't.

The reason why they abandoned their spears and pulled out their swords is that they are their main weapon. The window is just...

It was only for ornamental use, but it was far short of a sword in terms of power.

Still, the surprise of the two men, who are front door guards today, lingered. No matter how low the day is,

With the main gate open, they're crossing the border in a move that they can't keep up with. All

Their astonishment was even greater because they were talented in the Chunmugwan Academy.

For now, sensationalism swung the sword with the heart of overpowering the uninvited guest. It caused the wrath of middle-aged people.

"You cheeky bastard!"

A twinge of shock hit his arm as the middle-aged man swung his hand once. The shock of that makes the selection.

The castle almost dropped the sword. There's an extraordinary energy in a lightweight way that can't be measured.

If they were enemies, they were likely to encounter life-or-death events today.

All, as they wanted, a massive event was thrown before them. But the scale of the case...

It was too big to handle.

"Hey!"

When the sensationalist attempt to subdue an uninvited guest was overpowered, Lee Moon-sun immediately took out the sword.

I tried to run.

"Stop!"

However, Lee Moon-sun failed to succeed in her plan because of her shoulder-pulling hand.

"Gongunseok, sir!"

It was Gong Un-seok, a man in charge of security at the main gate, who saved Lee Mun-sun's shoulder.

All

"Stay back, you stay back! It's not your match."

"Yes!"

Lee Moon-sun of Gong Un-seok stepped down silently. The meteorite is a single-shot, and it's a place where this guest would normally never return.

I could feel instinctively that I wasn't human.

A middle-aged man said.

"They're very short-tempered." These days, even if you throw your patience on the ground,

I don't have a problem. Is that how you teach?"

At this point, sensationalism, Lee Moon-sun, and one other public servant, will pay close attention to the description and description of the uninvited guest.

I was able to get a chance to look. It didn't take a long time to identify him.

This is because his face had a characteristic that could be grasped at once. Two oblique lines on the face.

Dog scars! Not many people have this much talent for such scars.

"Dah... you?You don't tell me!"

Gong Un-seok exploded his security. There was a person who crossed his mind.

A cross-cross wound that cuts through the facade of the face, a silver dragon embossed in a black search like the night sky.

Yang! There was only one person with this kind of physical characteristic that spewed out this amount of blackness.He's a black and blue teen master! He's one of the ten pillars of stone that support the Black Heavenly Heavenly Rain! Sword Genius Sword

someone's mind

Transcendentalism!

d*mn it!

Mousabu Gong Unseok, who is in charge of security at the main gate, made a big impression. I thought I was caught in the wrong. A day's

It wasn't good.

"What business did you visit the main building for? Please state the purpose of your visit according to the regulations."

Soon, Ko Woon-seok's voice became endlessly polite. People who are beyond the reach of the sword behave recklessly.

There was no way. There must be a reason.

Smiling!

The cynicism flowed from the face of Chowol.

"Is this a place where you brandish your sword first?"

"There are rules in the main building. Visitors, regardless of their status, will be able to enter the main gate first.

First of all, you have to write your identity in the guest book and reveal your business."

The Mousabu meteorite did not lose. He is a young man who is intimidated by his opponent's status and oblivious to his presence.

Seok didn't do anything.

"Oh, my God. Of course I do, I do!"

The swordma spoke in a cold voice.

"Really?"

There was anxiety in Gong Un-seok's question. I don't know what you're doing, but you're giving off the energy.

It was mushy.

"Of course! Or I'd bring a bloody sword with me when I visit here. What a piece of correspondence.

I wouldn't have brought it with me. I wanted to tell you something today."

It was a voice that delivered a sense of ferocity to the listener.

"What is your message? To whom?"

"Dear Mahakwanju!"

The eyes of the meteorite were wide open.

"Well, what about the messenger?"

"Blackbeard!"

Gong's eyes were almost torn.

Politics is a pain in the ass.

Because there are so many situations to consider around.

Politics is esoteric.

This is because nothing is done at your disposal.

What am I supposed to do about this?'

Marginga had a headache. His goal is as troublesome as a student on the verge of a knotty exam.

It was sticky—his iron fist, holding the book, trembled.

Is it a threat?'

Under Taesa, Transcendental Darkness was setting the mood with a cold impression. Of course, Tekken margin.

It was impossible for a man about to be surprised by the prayer of the sword's transcendence. Transcendental Sword

No matter how outstanding and prestigious it is, it was much better than the name Cheonmuhakgwanju.

The problem was not the crumpled impression of Geomma Chowol. Margin's correspondence to a giant beyond the sword.

He read the will of the Black Heavenly Alliance behind a series of actions sent as a messenger. Forwarding correspondence

The higher the identity of the ruler, the higher the value and weight of the letter. A sword horse, one of a dozen horses.

Transcendence was sent to the correspondence department, which means that the Black Heavenly League has a great deal of importance on this temple.

It's a silent pressure to think carefully because you're thinking about it.

"Um..."

Marjinga thought his hands were somehow heavy. There was a mark on his face. His

It's just a piece of paper in his hand, but what's in it is his hand and his hand.

There was no shortage to weigh on his mind.

"Whoa, you've done that much, and you're not going to finish it yet?"

The death of the eldest son, whom Galjoongcheon, the black and white lord, is unmeasurable.

It was a devastating sight. There was still no sign of covering the case like this.

"This sounds like a thank you story to us! Isn't that so?"Marjinga stared at the messenger with a sharp look. The airlessness has reached a point of harmonization.

Even when he looks at his eyes, the black spirit keeps a cold face without changing his face.

There was, so Margin decided to play a little trick. And yet, she still has eyebrows.

I didn't feel sorry.

The Tekken margin family caught my eye.

"My intangible keeper has been let go without any resistance..."

The intangible spirit that radiates into the dark was creeping away, but the man standing in front of him was confident.

At least he wanted to let you know how uncomfortable he was, but he wouldn't budge on intangible pressure.

It is.

"What a big shot he is. Well, he's that big of a man, so he can be so nonchalant in front of him.

Is it confidence in the skills you've built up?'

Margina also admitted that a man like that was fully qualified.

"Between the Dark and the Dark!"

As a black-blooded teenage master, the prayer from the whole body exceeded the normal level. A master recognizes a master.

In this respect, even Margin can admire him as an unmanned man, no matter how rude his attitude may be.

It's the only thing. Indeed, winning the volcano branch 40 years ago was not a big deal.

"As expected, you have a lot of talent in the Black Heavenly Blind!"'

No matter how much you admire it, you can't show it on the surface. The margin is a sense of obligation.

He pretended to be completely indifferent. Transcendental Blackness did not come here as an individual.

This is because I came here on behalf of the entire group.

"By the law of the revocation of the law, you have put forward the law of blood, and yet you cannot tie it down?

Are you saying the scaffolding wasn't enough?"

Margina took her eyes off the book and looked at transcendence. I don't know if you want to call it a protest.

And she's all dressed up in black to express her condolences for the dead, like a statue.

Baekdo was dressed in white when he mourned for the dead, but Heukdo was black.

Dressing)

said the swordma.

"Our master has not been able to dispel doubts about the steel bar. Ah.

It is the will of our leader that the suspicion does not go away even if we think about it in various ways."

"Nobu can't understand at all! What the hell does that even mean?"

Marginga's body is a little ahead, perhaps because of deep suspicion or out of the blue interest.

It turned to.

At first, he was not able to answer the question of transcendental margin. I'd like to put a steel bar in my mouth.

It wasn't the subject, but I couldn't help but answer the question I asked.

There wasn't.

"Everyone who's back in the steel bar has a lock in their mouth and their mouths are still open, as if they've promised.

Because of that's why."

"Why don't you go to the keys or the hardware store?"

Transcendence laughed coldly at Margina's kind advice. This kind of cynicism, as a messenger,

It was a bad thing, but he didn't care. He had the guts and qualifications. in one's heart

Smiling with a false smile that is almost as if it will take out the liver as it is almost by nature and extremely extreme.

It was a completely opposite story.

"Maybe our keymen aren't good enough to open the lock!"

"Oh, my God, that's too bad. I express my condolences."

In fact, the Chunmuchu Institute hasn't fully figured out exactly what happened that day.The fabrication team, the salinity, and everyone else is talking like they're colluding.

You're so talented in keeping your mouth shut that you can't hear the whole story! I'm just curious.

It was only further amplified.

Transcendence was coldly humbled by Margin's mourning.

"You're welcome! Our lord has high hopes for this famous keysmith. Lock

I think it's this side of the iron, so the person who's locked the lock has to unlock the lock, the right person in the world.

It's Chi, isn't it? I'm sure you won't let me down because it's a place that attracts all the gifted men of the hundred and fifty.

I'm going."

The causative agent is clearly on the back side, so turn yourself in and find the light.

The faces of those watching around Margin Street have changed subtly.

"Hahaha! I'm ashamed if you pull me up too high! I don't know if we have that kind of key craftsman.

I understand there's no Nobu! If they knew, they would have hung one on the main gate of Cheonmu Hakgwan. summer solstice

It's not a compliment, it's a child's push!

Don't you think?

You're not even a kid, and if you're just throwing your weight around, don't put people in trouble.

The story was to stop acting up and go back. Stop bothering me and stop being so gentle.

It was contained in quantity. Indeed, Margina was as experienced as an old-fashioned idea. He's like a member of the party.

It wasn't just cold power.

'Well, what would it be like?'

The sword horse thought to himself.

Except for the suspicions surrounding Gal Hyo-bong's death, the recent defeat of the Iron Angled Bimadae transcends.

He didn't even know the truth yet. No, not a single person knows the English language.

It was no exaggeration to say.

This still remains an unsolved mystery to the Black Heaven.

What the hell happened then?'

On that day, on a heavy mission, with a ferocious fire of fighting spirit and a ferocious force that would crush the entire Back Do.

When the iron-clad band returned, the black-clad men had no choice but to rub their eyes with their sleeves.

Let's see what their signage was, what was so brutal and explosive, what a group sale.

They hid their intoxication, and their shoulders drooped weakly. And the number of people will be drastically reduced.

It was here.

"What's wrong with English?"

At that time, holding the shoulders of the returning archangelist with all his might, the transcendental darkness of the sword is hard-line in a callous tone.

At the time, his gaze was gazing at the Old Testament.

"....."

But Guchunhak remained tight-lipped, betraying his expectations.

"Can't you hear me? What's wrong with English?"

Once again transcendence shook his shoulders.

"....."

But while Guchunhak stares straight into his eyes, his tongue becomes a fossil.

There was no silence.

"What's wrong with English? Answer me, gale, thunder, and earth!"

Finally, the unbearable transcendence screamed and burst into anger. Such a frustrating, heartbroken wife.

I just thought it was hmm.

"...."

No matter how hard I tried, the mouth of the Old Testament wouldn't open. You're the only one who's ever been best friends.

Even to himself, a close friend, he didn't open his mouth. Only once he opened his mouth! Great anger

It was in front of Galjungcheon Stream, a black and blue liquor.

"I'm sorry."

At the end of this sentence, Guchunhak did not open his mouth again. The will to endure death.It was clearly embedded throughout his body.

Gal Joong-cheon trembled with terrible anger but could not bring death to him. Nine thousand is also black.

Because he was one of the great beasts.

Whoo...

The transcendence sighed quietly inside, recalling for a moment the bleak events of that time. a close friend

I felt bitter because I remembered the dwarf-looking back of the district. My mind went blank again.

But I couldn't hold my heart for a long time. He had a job to do now. sheep

There couldn't have been a look.

"Our Black Heavenly Alliance's demand is a legitimate temple based on a joint agreement reached 100 years ago by political parties.

It's a legitimate request for stepping on the car. Our leader told us to get a definite answer. This job

It is our lord's idea that it is a matter that can never be easily overcome!"

Whoo!

This time, Marjinga breathed a deep sigh of concern inside.

It was rather this way that it was unfair. He's been questioned thoroughly for crimes he doesn't do.

It couldn't have made me feel better. They're arguing passionately that they're not, but they've got circumstantial evidence.

Uh, they were constantly pinching themselves as criminals.

You said you don't tie your shoelaces in the melon field, and you don't change your shoelaces under a cucumber tree.

The gods were just like that. But there was no conclusive evidence to refute the crime.

The big shot is dead!'

The big shot died in a symbolic sense, not in power. He's a tough nut to crack.

Of all people, Musinma Gal Jung-hyuk's grandson, Black Heavenly Blind.

Gal Hyobong, the eldest son of Zhu Galjungcheon. It's very hard to expect the rationality of a parent who has lost a child.

It was work, no matter how absolutely black he was, it was the same.

Even though the steel-carved stand as a proxy for the blood was completely broken, they didn't seem to want to back down.

Despite the defeat of the suspect's deputy, this time we're sending a special fact-finding team.

I can't believe you're so stubborn.

The desire to refuse was a chimney in heaven, but it was a situation that I could never refuse.

It was only a pity that

"How much time do we need for this storm to calm down.'

It was frustrating for a marginist who couldn't figure out the demands of time. Margin's finally the heart.

Organized.

"Tell him you got it!"

The answer was fixed from the beginning, but the talking margina was heartburn.

"Yes! I'll make sure to say so."

The swordma, who was quietly burning hostility, did not even say diplomatic greetings on the spot, that is, in jargon.

In other words, without drooling on the lips, leaving a blunt greeting, i.e., saliva on the lips.

He left without wearing any clothes and only a blunt greeting. Some labor and management are outraged by his rudeness.

Some even said, "We have to make a formal complaint," but Marginga paid attention to this investigator.

There was no reason to pay attention to such protests while writing.

'What am I gonna do about this now...?

It was already a long way from being quietly dealt with. Besides, it wasn't the kind of thing that could end in silence.

To speak up to the black and blue, we had to prove their innocence. Only after that.

We could ask them to get to the bottom of the story of the fallen non-memory Chumor squad. Non-perception Large

It was a secret rock stage sent to assassinate Galhyo Peak, and the moon to save Galhyo Peak.

In a skirmish with a twin-armed army, he was devastated and killed.Protests were almost impossible until they cleared the suspicions they believed in. First of all, there's no evidence.

To do so is to be exasperated.

The issue of personal protection of investigators was also a matter of concern. The investigator who will be dispatched this time is not in charge.

This is because if something happens, all the responsibility will be passed on to the Chunmu Academy.

Who do you choose...'

A reliable escort was needed, thoroughly sincere and merciless. Some of his personal details are, uh...

It passed through the Rit.

"Not a good feeling!"