The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 467

“That’s That!”

A despairing groan escaped from the mouths of those who watched as the blood splattered in all directions.

Although Cheongsang showed great achievements enough to give everyone expectations, he was still too young and weak to carry the name of Shaman Sword instead of Jinmu.

But that’s how it is…

“This guy is finally…!”

The moment Myeonggong and the elders jumped to their feet, Myeong-hyeon’s hand stopped them.

“I can’t do that…”

“…?”

The whole view of the gymnasium was projected in Myung-hyeon’s open eyes.

It was hard to see because of the dust, but there were two figures standing there.

And two distinctly different seongi.

“What a sly child.”

“…”

With the dust clouding his eyes, Jinmu rolled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.

I really thought about killing him… not until.

If he couldn’t stop it, he planned to disperse before the blue statue’s body was completely torn apart.

It wasn’t even power in the first place.

If he had done his best, the top of Wudang Mountain might have been blown away by the barrel, not the gymnasium.

Anyway, the reason Jinmu hardly recovered his power at the last minute was because of the sharpness that penetrated his own power at the last moment.

Then, the result of the dance appeared in the gymnasium where the dust was gradually cleared.

Applied in rags.

His body was covered in blood from the sword strike, and his neatly tied hair was scattered and scattered, but the blue statue stood firmly on the ground with both feet.

With the sword held high toward the sky…

“Wow!”

The blue statue, which stood for a while, could not stand it any longer and collapsed, vomiting up black blood.

Everyone held their breath and watched the gymnasium.

It seemed that only the two of them existed in the vast gymnasium.

“I was lucky.”

“…”

At Jinmu’s sudden words, Cheongsang wiped his blood-stained lips and frowned.

“Did you really intend to kill me?”

“little? very little? I did have that mindset.”

“…”

Cheongsang, who opened his eyes and glared at Jinmu’s answer, suddenly smiled.

“It’s really hard to follow.”

“What are you going to say?”

“of course. It was too bad.”

“Crazy. It’s good to hear that… Look around and tell me.”

Jinmu smiled innocently and raised his hand to point to the surroundings.

The disciples of the shaman and others who followed Jinmu.

Everyone’s expression was spectacle.

Eyes wide open as if they would tear apart, mouth wide open as if their chin would fall out…

“So how is it?”

“It’s just like that.”

“Then what did you think would be great?”

“Because everyone calls it absolute.”

“Absolutely… this is just the beginning. Just by following your toes.”

“Are your toes…?”

“It’s your toes.”

Cheongsang smiled faintly at Jinmu’s words.

Seeing this, Jinmu licked his tongue inwardly.

A peculiarly incompetent fellow.

This bastard is really genius.

I was surprised from the moment I realized my dizziness at a single word, but to snoop around the river in that short moment.

“But is this really strong?”

“no.”

Jinmu shook his head at Cheongsang’s question.

“then?”

“The state of the river is different from what I have learned so far.”

“…”

“Try it. I will explain.”

It’s just nonsense for those who haven’t realized it anyway.

Cheongsang nodded at Jinmu’s kindness, got up, closed his eyes, and extended his sword toward the ground.

hey hey

The energy that came along with the wind flowed coolly through the blue statue’s body and then flowed gently through the sword.

Energy flowing like a blue thread.

It was a swordsman that was spread by those who had risen in spirit.

“Whoa…”

Let Cheongsang gather his strength with a calm exhalation…

Whiriririk.

The fluttering swordsmen gathered toward the sword, forming layers upon layers and covering the sword like a transparent blue film.

It was a point where those who reached the limit of their will often misunderstood their realm.

The gastric cavity mimicking the river.

This was the stage that Cheongsang had achieved on his own.

“Haap!”

Cheongsang focused all his energy on the tip of the sword with a spirited spirit.

sizzle.

The overlaid energy runs like a shotgun and gathers like a lump in the sword.

However, since the energy was not yet complete, the sword vibrated violently and cried out in pain.

Although it was concentrated in one point, it could not leave and stayed, so the energy was unstable because it could not be completely condensed.

“Leave it there. Don’t try to catch it.”

“…!”

In an instant, the blue eyes opened wide.

You say you don’t stay and let go?

I thought I had to stop it from leaking, but it wasn’t.

Empty without stacking.

An empty space is bound to be filled with something new.

So you shouldn’t have regrets about what you missed, and you shouldn’t be obsessed with it either.

It is a natural principle that when empty, it is filled and when it is filled, it is emptied again.

At Jinmu’s explanation, Cheongsang realized what the Daoists said about the falsehood.

Muwimubulwi (無爲無不爲).

Doing nothing but being able to do everything; doing everything but doing nothing.

While ruminating over that mysterious reason, Cheongsang closed his eyes again.

Empty your mind and empty your spirits.

When I let go instead of holding it, the power I was trying to condense was released, and the energy gathered at the tip of the sword rushed forward.

shoot it

“there! catch!”

“…?”

The cry of Jinmu burst out the moment it reached a certain point.

Cheongsang urgently gave strength, but the energy was already scattered like windblown dust.

Ssssss.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha…”

Is it because right after the unreasonable fight? Or was it because he had poured out all his remaining strength?

As if the blue statue was about to collapse, he knelt down and let out a rough breath.

“…”

Looking at that scene, Jinmu shook his head.

It will be more difficult.

Even if you realize it, it will take quite a while to attach it to your body.

“Have you ever seen a fire burn?”

“…?”

“Fire is reddish at first, but as its temperature increases, its color changes from the center point. From red to white and back to blue.”

“ah! If you do, it’s the last thing before the energy is dissipated…”

As expected, I realized it damn quickly.

“okay. Although the color is different, it is not different from that. As energy is condensed and closer to strong energy, its depth increases and becomes purer. And when you put your will into the river, it takes on its own color.”

“…”

“Remember. The moment when you pierced my strength.”

“yes? But…”

Can you remember?

Because it was only a moment, and the blue image of that moment was in the highest state of selflessness.

However, Jinmu did not explain further and put Ilhui.

It was started to show the achievements of the cheong-sang to all the monks, but the cheong-sang realized it quickly like this, so I became a little jealous.

It hasn’t been long since I went to the back room, but I feel like my stomach hurts…

“I’ll say it again, it’s still a long way. Your strong qi is not a strong qi nor a strong qi. Just somewhere in between?”

“Ah…”

Jimmu smiled and tapped his shoulder as he moved closer to him who nodded sullenly.

“What are you looking so disappointed with?”

“…”

“I tried. Now wear the white dragon robe I entrusted to you.”

Jinmu smirked and walked towards Myeonghyeon and the elders, whose jaw was still hanging out.

After staring blankly at the back for a while, Cheongsang looked up at the sky with a happy face.

Shaman sword and Baekryongui were not in my head.

That one word of effort.

It was the first encouragement Sasuk had ever heard.

Also, isn’t it a truly encouraging achievement to take a peek at the state of the river?

A pleasant smile appeared on Cheongsang’s face as he watched the clouds blown away by the wind and heading over the mountain.

“…well, it’s not as good as I thought, but it’ll be fine if I do it, right?”

“…”

At Jinmu’s words, Myeonghyeon and the elders became dumb and blinked their eyes.

When it comes to Heo (虛), the Jangmunin and the elders had far more enlightenment than Jinmu.

Even though I vaguely knew the meaning of emptiness that the Buddha said…

I couldn’t figure out what the conversation between the two meant.

“At this point, please admit it. Takeover of the Shaman District Prosecutor’s Office.”

“….”

What more can I say? I saw a dance like that.

Cheongsang followed Jinmu and took a step towards the river.

“Keep…”

Myeonghyeon groaned and nodded heavily.

“That’s all right. I’ll just go back. Later, if you make a spiritual altar with cheonsanseolcho, give one to the minister.”

“…”

“It will be of great help.”

Jinmu said that and took a leisurely step as if going for a walk.

“hey! Where?”

When Dang Se-ryeong suddenly shouted and followed, Jinmu spat out in a tone that clearly showed his annoyance.

“Go to sleep. I need to get some sleep before I leave.”

“To sleep? in this situation?”

“I know that if I interfere, I will be killed.”

“…”

Jinmu left Dang Se-ryeong’s absurd expression behind and went back to Chungheoam.

Making another history like that and leaving everyone with a stunned expression.

* * *

One day, when leisure was at its peak, countless horses and horses were crossing the border between the cold and warm winds of the frozen land.

“Report!”

“…?”

The red-turban messenger swiftly approached and knelt down, and the neat old man sitting on the horse pulled the reins and stopped the horse.

Han Moo-hwa, the lord of the palace.

As the head of the Han clan, he was approaching the central plains to drive out the Zhou clan and establish a new national ancestor.

“I got a call from the three players in the midfield.”

“Speak.”

After obtaining permission, the messenger searched through his pockets, took out a letter, and shouted.

“The midfield started defending. It is said that the three kings of Jungwon moved to the six gateways in the north and the army is being summoned by the order of the crown prince.”

“…”

At the words of the messenger, Han Moo-hwa’s eyes twitched, but other than that, he did not show any other reaction.

“If the crown prince gave an order, the work of the imperial palace must have failed. In the end, it must be said that she was no different from the other princesses.”

The middle-aged man next to Han Moo-hwa muttered, frowning.

“One result does not change.”

Han Moo-hwa waved her hand, and the messenger stepped aside.

“Thousand Lips.”

“Yes, Grand Palace.”

“They say they’re blocking the six gates we have to cross.”

“…”

“Send scentless.”

“yes? Have them already?”

“I don’t know about the Demonic Cult, but the rest are people with a lot of compassion. Taking advantage of the chaos of the attacks of the dark scents prepared for the holy war, the scentless ones kill their chieftains.”

“But isn’t it too quick to use them?”

Unscented and unscented.

Those prepared by Daegung to hit the midfield.

Amhyang was originally meant to be used that way, but unhyang was different.

In any case, if they fail, the only thing left in the palace is the lord of the palace and his personal guard, the Black Guns.

Han Moo-hwa shook his head at Cheon-rip’s repeated concern.

“You have to let them know. What is the result of following Mr. And we are not going back to the frozen land.”

“….”

Baeui Jin.

A hundred years, that long and long time of shame.

It was an irreversible step.

Whether you win or lose, the battle with Jungwon is the first and last battle you have prepared for.

Even if you die…

“Do it. However, since they moved the army, we increase the movement speed more than planned. We will cross the border and hit the Forbidden City before the army can form a complete defense.”

“All right.”

Upon Han Mu-hwa’s decision, Cheon Lip did not question any more and ran to convey the order.

And Han Moo-hwa set his eyes on the place where Joong-won would be located in the distance.

“Advance.”

As Han Moo-hwa’s hand, which was raised high, went down, those who had stopped for a moment stepped forward again and made the ground vibrate.

And behind them, a huge number of people in red turbans followed, filling the ground with blood.

It’s like a dark cloud hanging over the midfield.