Chapter 135

Episode 135

“Um...”

After coming to his senses, the calmly sunken Windhwan let out a deep moan.

His eyes toward Jinmu, who was sitting in front of him, were full of regret.

“I’m sorry. My illness is...”

He is talking like a pessimopathy.

At least, I almost died before I could even find the piece of the Spirit Gong of Yang.

If there was a way to bring him to his senses, he would have gone ahead.

What is the point of intervening after watching for a long time and getting internal injuries?

what the fuck what I don’t know why I’m inside that black man.

After the wind was calmed down, their faces smiling at the hard work showed a sense of relief and satisfaction.

He must have watched until the end.

It’s like a damn goonryun guru.

And, realizing that his spiritual eyes were opened and that Punghwan recognized him in Jinmu’s body, he was horrified.

Wherever you look, this body looks like the great and cool sapaecheonju Hyeokryeonmugang?

It’s a no-brainer.

Compare what to compare.

Knowing that Jinmu was not polite, Chimi showed her annoyance openly on her face, and Punghwan felt even more apologetic.

“Master, you did too much. You misunderstood Jinmu Dojo, the shaman prosecutor, as the evil enemy of the wicked Sapa.”

Unam grumbled and poured tea into the cup placed in front of Punghwan.

you are the same kid

I only stopped it at first, but I saw everyone watching from the side of the long gate.

And no matter how much you defend it, the word ‘wicked’ is very annoying. Even though the young guy had never seen mine.

“...that’s right. I heard that the wicked one is dead. It’s my crazy thing.”

“...”

Even this child?

The respect I had for Punghwan in the past is thinning like thin ice.

“Anyway, the shaman of the time is amazing. I hear you blocked the Eightfold Eclipse of the Cloud Serpent, which contained all my strength, by seven seconds?”

“Exactly six seconds.”

“....”

“The flow of myeonjang broke at the seventh second, and I almost died at the eighth second.”

When Jinmu grumbled with a displeased expression, Punghwan smiled.

“Huh, did you really intend to win?”

“Sajo-nim really intended to kill you.”

“...I’m sorry.”

Embarrassed, Punghwan quietly raised his teacup and turned his head.

This kid is awkward for nothing, so he pretends to drink tea. If you’re sorry, wouldn’t you have to give something like other places?

Like Kunlun’s Spiritual Almighty or Yang’s Heart Gong’s fragments.

Jinmu glared at him, but Punghwan pretended not to notice and turned his head to look at Unam.

“Unam.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You will learn a lot while the Jinmu dojang resides there. There will be great progress.”

“Of course. If you allow me, my body itches with the desire to fight.”

Unam clenched his fists and let out a snort.

in the form?

Where is this blue-eyed young guy full of goodwill?

The one who will be beaten and stretched at the same time as the start.

“It’s not just me. Master.”

what?

“Even the first disciples are lined up and snooping around Cheonryong Pavilion to see how they can receive the teaching.”

“Hoo? Great job. right. Traditionally, training is important for a warrior, but there is much more to be gained through actual fighting.”

“yes. Master.”

Unam looks at Jinmu with burning eyes.

I felt like I was going to babble that didn’t make me excited again.

Dalian? rain?

It’s like the grumpy guru who only got a lot of goodwill while fighting the Demonic Cult.

I can’t even think of doing that, you annoying guru bastards!

“So, how long is Jinmu Dojo going to stay in Kunlun?”

Why does this guy or that guy ask the same thing every time?

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Is that so?”

Jinmu still looked blunt, and Poonghwan quietly stood up and looked out the window.

“Whoa, I don’t know why I do this every time. It was a lot of things that were tied up. I never thought that the wicked man of Hyeokryeonmugang would attack the shaman in the midst of the Great War. too many have died Even if my swordsman stopped me at the time, I should have helped the shaman...”

Unam sends a vague gaze at Punghwan’s face full of remorse.

But who knows how to be fooled?

All I could think of was that he was making an implausible excuse to relieve his death.

Either way, Jinmu had to achieve his goal.

To shorten the time, start with the records of Mu-hyeon, a long writer from a hundred years ago.

“Are there any books or records that he left behind while he was alive?”

“I do.”

also!

“Where is it?”

“The records related to him are probably in the history hall on the third floor.”

history hall.

A hearty smile forms on Jinmu’s lips.

I don’t know how to catch mice with his hind feet yet, but he’s good enough to be a reliable guide.

“let’s go.”

“yes? How are you doing here?”

Jinmu, who easily ignored Unam’s question, moved to the history hall on the third floor.

still a lot

However, I will focus on the history related to Muhyun and examine it first.

Jinmu took a seat by the quiet wall and sat down.

“next.”

At Jinmu’s words, Unam took out a set of 10 books from the shelf and started reading along with the books scattered on the floor.

It was a mimicry stemming from a sense of goodwill.

He read and read again, promising that if Jinmu gained something, he would get it as well.

Just like that, the intimate(?) time just for the two of us passed.

How much time has passed while focusing on the verses in the book. Was it night or did it become day?

Time passed and passed like that.

Although he had no idea what Jinmu was looking for, Unam was absolutely astonished at one thing.

concentration.

tremendous.

It was to the point where anyone would believe that he was a bachelor preparing for the past exam.

Jinmu read and reread as if he never felt bored.

I’m just tired

‘Heung, I can never lose.’

The roaring sound of the ship from the raging hunger could be heard in his ears, but Unam endured it to the end.

Although martial arts are martial arts, he did not want to lose even in that concentration and persistence.

A person who is close to his master.

And the one who carries on the master’s will.

This was another battle of pride between the shaman and Kunlun.

“...”

Since when?

Jinmu stared blankly at Unam.

Does this bastard know what I’m looking for?

What Jinmu was looking for was only one phrase, but Unam read and memorized it at random as if he were studying.

He’s a fucking stupid guy.

I knew I wanted to get something, but in Jinmu’s eyes, it was nothing more than blindly following.

It’s also in Gonryun. A different idiot.

“Unam Dojang.”

“yes!”

“I am hungry.”

“ah!”

growl

At the right time, as if through his heart, a powerful cry flowed from Unam’s stomach.

“I see.”

“Let’s go.”

“yes!”

It was already past midnight when the two of them finished organizing their books and headed towards the Cheonryong Pavilion.

Since it was 4:00 (9:00 am) when I entered Hyeoncheongwan, I only read books for seven o’clock.

Not only was her eyes about to fall out, but she was also quite hungry because she had skipped two meals.

First day failed.

But don’t give up. gotta find it somehow

Jinmu made a firm resolution and went to sleep in the shelter prepared in Cheonryonggak.

the next day and the next day.

Five days had passed since I had been staying in Kunlun and started reading books at the Xianchengwan.

“Ahhhh! What the fuck!”

Jinmu’s patience just ended there.

I only read books related to Muhyeon, but that was about it.

What do you mean there are so many records?

And there were no suspicious phrases even after washing my eyes.

“Ughhh damn...”

Why the hell are you giving me such a hard time?

Unam was startled by the sight of Jinmu, who was even in tears, and wondered if he was crazy.