Chapter 133

Episode 133

“How is that?”

Unhae, a long sentence, frowned at Jinmu, who stood hesitantly.

“Oh no.”

Realizing his mistake, Jinmu quickly approached with a courtesy and bowed politely.

“The shaman’s Jinmu greets the elders of Kunlun.”

“As I heard, the shaman of the time is quite young.”

“...yes.”

“Well, what is the importance of being young? It is because he has such skills that the wise man decided to give him that title.”

Jinmu glanced at Unhae’s words and looked at him.

It was because of the memory of one person.

Jinryong wind ring.

Also called Kunlun Jiseon (崑崙之仙), he was one of the seven stars of government affairs and a person who led Kunlun for a long time.

Jinmu hadn’t been to Qinghae since 60 years ago, but he knew about Windhwan better than anyone else.

Even though martial arts are martial arts, it is not enough to say that his personality and spirit are amazing.

The person most suited to the political faction.

That’s why, even though Jinmu lived alone in the world, he felt a sense of respect for him of the same age.

“Okay, how long are you planning to stay? I heard you stayed three days in Cheongseong?”

“I do not know. Nothing has been decided yet.”

“Right.”

Unhae nodded and asked indirectly.

“Did you say you equaled him in the Pentateuch in Qingcheng?”

Oh-gyeong was the name of an elder in the previous generation who fought for Jinmu to be certified as Cheongseong.

“yes. I was lucky.”

“haha. Excessive modesty is excessive. Where is the luck for the unmanned? Moorim is a place where one’s life is lost due to a single carelessness. That’s enough to be called a skill.”

Even the evaluation is different.

Certainly, Kunlun was unlike any place he had been through.

It’s not because of the view of the huge conduit, but their temperament is completely different from that of shamans and cheongseong.

Should I say that there is a practical feeling in the conversation?

Since it is a place on the border with the Demonic Cult, there are constant fights every day, so I thought it might be the case.

Also, in Unhae’s words, there was a subtle pride before admiration.

Rather than being really surprised by Jinmu’s skill, it means that it was more of a courtesy. It means that he has confidence in Kunlun’s martial arts.

Also, while Unhae and Jinmu were asking and answering, no words were heard from the elders who were seated.

Just listening as if you weren’t allowed to speak. It was only one person who spoke long.

It looked like that of the Demonic Cult.

courtesy to the strong. That is, strong self-esteem.

It wasn’t until the law of blood, but Kunlun was also governed by Kangjajon.

“Now then, let’s go back and rest for today. If there is anything you want to ask, just tell me.”

Jinmu asked towards the sea of clouds as he sat down.

the most curious

“Could it be from Master Punghwan?”

Jinmu’s question caused a change in the faces of Jang Moon-in and the elders for the first time.

A ray of water passes through the eyes of the sea of clouds.

why?

“Sasook is ill.”

“...ah!”

If it was Punghwan’s age, it was enough to understand.

Didn’t he also get sick in his later years? As expected, it seemed that aging could not be prevented even if power was increased.

Is it the top line or the 11th half?

What is the fresh world? It’s all fake.

No matter how brilliant a warrior is, it doesn’t mean he never gets old. You can only maintain your youth for a long time through internal energy.

However, after a certain amount of time, the inner strength begins to dissipate, and the years that have been delayed are faced directly.

Jinmoo was like that too.

Until seventy, I was as young as I was, but after that I grew old day by day, and by the end of my life I couldn’t even move a hand.

Danggeum’s political affairs and chilseong?

Most of them are characters of the same generation as Jinmu.

Most of them have reached their seventies, and there will be little differences, but it is clear that within a decade or so everyone will learn about aging.

The old man named Ungong in the shaman was just a peculiar constitution.

Maybe it’s because he lost his inner strength a long time ago and grew old with the years.

Sometimes there are people like that.

Blessed people who don’t eat good food and live long lives even if they don’t have internal energy.

‘Punghwan is a precious person. Didn’t he also go against the flow of time?’

At Jinmu’s words, not only Unhae but also the elders made a puzzled expression.

why? What’s wrong?

If you offer a ritual before the investigation, you should be delighted and praised.

“There is no Jojojeon at Jinmu Dojo Kunlun?”

Unam said with an awkward smile.

“...yes? If so, what about the shrine where the mortuary tablets of the ancestors are kept?”

“Looks like you’re trying to be polite first, like a shaman’s disciple. However, there are no shrines or pavilions dedicated to the ancestors in Kunlun, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“...”

I feel blank for a moment.

Then suddenly you get angry.

No investigations? It’s like these bastards!

If there is no Josajeon, where will the ancestral tablets of the ancestors be enshrined!

Of course, when a person dies, his achievements should be honored from generation to generation, and a memorial service should be held from time to time, huh?

are you a scammer Are you a guru?

Jinmu, who was anxious at the thought of going through the Josajeon, swears inwardly.

My chest, which had been swollen in case it would be easy to find it if I searched the Josajeon like Cheongseong, shrunk like a deflated ball.

“Come on. I will guide you.”

shut up!

You bastard doesn’t even know how to properly construct this sentence!

Hurry up and guide me to the investigation battle!

Tears of blood flow in my heart.

there is no investigation At least, there is no such common shrine.

Damn, then where the hell do you go to find pieces of the Sheep Heart Gong?

* * *

Jinmu, exhausted, followed Unam to Cheonryonggak.

In the words of this explanatory child, that is his abode.

In other words, it was also the dwelling place of the wind.

okay. Wind will be able to meet.

Then, there is no investigation.

“Kunlun is a sect that has lived through war for a long time.”

know well.

“Sometimes they are kidnapped by the Demonic Cult, and sometimes they die in the fields, and there is no way to even find their bodies.”

“....”

“So we keep it in our hearts. There are people who couldn’t even leave their bodies, but you can’t just enshrine mortuary tablets. I just honor the spirit by keeping only the name of the thief.”

What a cowardly excuse!

Does it make sense that the money rotten enough to set up an institution in Sanmun didn’t build the Josajeon?

Even if there is no body, the soul should be comforted!

“But someday, on the day that the Demonic Cult will be destroyed, the mortuary tablet for the thief must be built before investigation!”

Unam continued talking as if he had promised, but then he ate again, perhaps because he was excited.

You must be saying the same thing. Destroy the Demonic Cult? would that be easy?

So you’re not saying you won’t be making survey battles in the future?

Jinmu didn’t answer, and stumbled over Unam’s words in his mind.

By the time the disappointment shuddered, Unam and Jinmu arrived at Cheonryonggak.

A hall located at the very end of the Kunlun Conduit. It didn’t look that big.

Yes, let’s look at the face of Punghwan first. He said he was ill, so he must be lying somewhere.

“Sasuk! Are you here!”

At the sight of Unam, who had just entered Cheonryonggak, a guru about thirty or so hurriedly ran.

“What is it?”

“Sajo-nim is making a fuss again.”

“what?”

As soon as Unam heard his words, he hurriedly ran into Cheonryonggak.

Are you sick a lot?

Enough to make a fuss because of the pain?

Jinmu is puzzled and goes inside.

Kwaaang!

Suddenly, the side wall of the Cheonryong Pavilion burst open, and cloud rock that had gone inside bounced out.

“Leave them guys! The shaman is said to be on the verge of extinction, so how can I stay in Mt. Kunlun? I will go to the shaman immediately!”

Appearing from the wall that exploded with a harsh metal sound.

“A wind patient?”

Jinmu’s eyes widened with embarrassment.

Jin-ryong wind patient.

That was him.