Chapter 198

Episode 198

What about Master?

Jinmu looks at him curiously, but Myeongjin, whose face is filled with benevolence, approaches and hugs him warmly.

I feel the warmth and coziness of the chest that embraces my arms around me.

To make a young teacher feel the arms of a father he can’t even remember...

But what happened?

Why is the teacher who should be in the shaman’s house in Hwasan?

The distance to and from is over 800 li, but the man is sick.

What do you mean by buying and suffering?

If you’re curious about the news of the disciples, you’ve never sent a letter.

Not once... Damn it.

“now. Let’s go in. Jang Moon-in is waiting for you.”

“...yes.”

Jinmu followed Myungjin, who dragged him away with a shy expression.

But it’s been a while, so I know it’s good, but let go of your hands, Master.

sweating

Even though he smiles awkwardly and thinks of wanting to withdraw his hand, perhaps as long as Dodong’s memories dominate his instincts and actions... Huh?

Wormwood.

fall out?

“...uh?”

“...huh?”

Jinmu and Myungjin stop walking and stare at each other blankly.

“why?”

“yes?”

“No, I want you to stop walking.”

“Oh no. Master. Please go.”

“Even the one. It’s bland.”

Myungjin closed his eyes again and smiled.

But Jinmu couldn’t hide his doubt inside.

Why?

For what?

Because it wasn’t the master’s order? Is that why you lost your hand?

Surely you shouldn’t have been able to resist the touch of your master?

I’ve never been able to do anything on my own in front of my teacher.

Jinmu tilted his head and followed Myeongjin.

But I’m very happy to see you after a long time.

“How are you feeling lately?”

It wasn’t like that in his heart, but in words, it was Jinmu who always worried about his teacher first.

“body?”

At Jinmu’s question, Myungjin proudly raised his hand and stirred the air.

“ah!”

Myungjin’s movements.

Although it is just spread out lightly, how can you not recognize it that creates multiple afterimages?

Shaman’s Taecheong Landscape.

However, when you see the air touched by that hand moves as if it is being pushed gently.

“My history?”

“...”

Myungjin smiled happily at Jinmu’s surprise.

“Master!”

“OK. It’s all thanks to you. thanks to you haha.”

It was not a very strong energy, but it is clear that Myeong-jin’s strength has been restored to some extent, considering that he has a weak seon-gi at his fingertips.

can’t be this happy

Since Mu-in found his history, he shouldn’t have to worry anymore.

It’s worth it to eat meat and everything so hard.

I’ve been seriously thinking about how to solve this guy’s worries.

A wet film fills up in Jinmu’s eyes, as the long years of support come to mind like a kaleidoscope.

“Is he that good?”

I’m not crying because of you

Because of me... It reminds me of that long hardship.

Eat three meals a day.

It reminded me of the memories of scavenging at the foot of the mountain and catching animals.

What am I doing? How about making broth? I was a sapaecheonju! at the age of eighty!

Just when Jinmu was filling his head with questions, he arrived in front of Cheonjugung, the seat of the Buddhist priests of the Volcano faction built at the top of Yeonhwabong Peak.

“Let’s go in.”

“...yes.”

It was full of unanswered questions, but it was something to think about later.

I had to focus now.

For the last piece of the Sheep Mind Gong.

“Come on. Jang Moon-in is waiting for the shaman.”

Perhaps he had been waiting in advance, a white flame guru with a familiar appearance greeted him in front of the Cheonjugung gate.

“He is Seohyeon-dongju (西玄洞主) and Taeeul Dojang, one of the four elders leading the Hwasan Sect. Say hello.”

“Meet Elder Tae-eul.”

“Nice to meet you. Tae-eul. I thought it was a high name because it was a shaman swordsman, but the divine number is clear. Except for that strange smile, he looks like a peerless nobleman.”

“....”

Seo Hyeon Dong-joo Tae-eul.

a guy who knows

Have you turned seventy this year?

Including this guy, the five swordsmen of Prince Bae representing Hwasan.

Taeeul, Taeryong, Taeseon, Taesang, and...

‘Volcanic Red Hawk Sword, Taeheo. If this guy is alive and well, he must still be a long-time official.’

how can i forget

When I was young, I roasted and roasted it for a long time.

“Come on in.”

“yes.”

Jinmu, who was more polite because he was in front of the teacher, followed Tae-eul into the palace, and Jin-heo, who was not qualified, waited outside.

Unlike other gates, Hwasan did not have many buildings.

Cheonjugung, the upper palace at the top of Yeonhwabong Peak, and Oknyeoji Pond located below it were sprawled out nicely, but the rest were mere ugly buildings.

Upon entering the Cheonjoo Palace, as expected, three old men, Taeryong and Taeseon Taesang, were sitting around Taeheo as expected.

“The shaman Myung-jin meets the adults of Hwasan.”

How many times do you say hello?

However, since the teacher was doing so, Jinmu calmly stood beside Myeongjin and waited.

“Come closer to the shaman.”

When Taeheo, the leader of Hwasan, gave permission, Myeongjin and Jinmu approached them.

“Sit down. Let’s have a cup of tea.”

“...”

It’s another feeling.

The end of the five great gates.

A volcano following Qingcheng Kunlun Co.

Unlike other places, Hwasan was perfectly harmonized with the figure of Taoists practicing their sword away from the world.

It was neither combative nor extravagant.

Also, Tae-heo and Tae-ah, who were full of blood and good spirits when they were young, are annoying. In any case, the figure of the Eulryong ship seated in an old robe with gray hair was exactly the same as that of a Taoist that can only be seen in paintings.

As he got older, he seemed to have calmed down a lot.

No, rather, its appearance was more suited to a volcano.

It gives off a feeling of sharpness in the smallness.

The warriors belonging to the Volcano Sect originally drew plum blossoms like painters using the sword as a brush and the air as a drawing paper.

They are tasteful guys who go very well with the plum sword, which is said to give the illusion that even the fragrance is flowing due to the added depth.

Just look at the things that aren’t women, cute plum blossom patterns embroidered on their sleeves.

They were as elegant and kind as the sword.

Taeheo and Eulryongseon-sang also grew old amicably and quietly deepened their enlightenment, turning into people most suited to Hwasan.

widely.

When Myeong-jin and Jin-mu sat down, Do-dong, who looked to be about 15 years old, placed a steamed green tea in front of them.

“I heard well from Myeong-jin, who arrived first.”

Let Taeheo speak with a gentle expression as if looking at his own grandson.

“Heh heh Jang Moonin. Didn’t you already know the name of Shaman District Prosecutor before you heard Myung-Jin’s words because it caused a stir in Jungwon?”

Tae-eul receives those words with a gentle smile.

“I heard that you were the one who made Myeong-jin feel good?”

Tae-ryong asks.

“Innumerable payments. It seems that the cheonjon is now taking care of the shaman. Seeing that a young leader like you was given to a shaman.”

Taeseon nodded.

“Indeed, the shaman’s Hongbok. It’s a very good thing.”

Taesang looks at Jinmu.

Yes, I know it’s a compliment.

But can’t someone tell me as a representative?

I’m dizzy from turning my head. You old masters!

I’m still on my knees, so my legs are going to go numb, huh?