Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 319

Episode 319

Jinmu, who ended up staying in a shaman, took up residence in Chungheoam, not in Oryonggung. It was a splendidly built Oryong Palace, but Jinmu was comfortable in the hermitage of Chungheoam.

Cho-ok with two rooms.

In the yard in front of it, the towering tree is full of scars.

I trained swordsman there.

The stove made with a pot and a simple stove on one side of the yard was still smeared with soot, and the fence made of bush clover was well-maintained.

Excluding So Dong-bo, who had descended from the mountain to get a drink to master with his teacher, Hwangshin and Gakchul were preparing a meal.

Pluck the feathers from the chicken dipped in warm water and add the vegetables cut into boiling water…

“Oh, why are you blowing this way!”

“What do you mean when you see that the wind is going that way?”

“what? What a fucking bastard!”

“Damn it? You’re so young, you always speak half-heartedly!”

Hwangsin and Gakchul, who had been bickering, looked at Jinmu’s eyes and silently glared at each other, swearing at each other softly.

“I’ll see you later when the Lord is not around.”

“Who is to say!”

The corners of Jinmu’s mouth drew a faint arc as memories of the past came to mind at the sight of the two fussing over the smoke.

I also cooked like that every day for Master.

Come to think of it, it was Cho-ok and the yard was well-maintained.

“Not a single weed has grown long.”

“Since I live here, the disciples of Ohryonggung take care of it.”

“I get bored when I’m alone.”

“Okay. The elders and Jinheo and other members of the family often come and talk to me.”

“Isn’t the palace owner’s residence in Oryong Palace gorgeous?”

“It was uncomfortable as if you were wearing clothes that didn’t suit you, and you couldn’t move it easily because of the stains on your hands.”

At those words, Jinmu smiled.

It’s needlessly sentimental.

However, Jinmu also chose to stay in the hermitage with the same feelings, so he did not show any dislike.

“You should also think about your health, right?”

“Thanks to you, I’ve gotten a lot better, and these days, I know how to use black swords from time to time.”

“…”

Geomgira…

But it seems like he put in quite an effort. When we first met, he had less stamina than a criminal.

But it’s okay.

Because Jinmu had another purpose for coming to the shaman.

“How long are you planning to stay?”

“I wonder if there will be a day or two.”

“Once he came back, he wouldn’t stay for a month or two… The disciples of Oryonggung waited impatiently for you to come back. How nice it would be if you stayed true to yourself and taught the children at least.”

“There must be someone who learns on their own, and those who only look up to them will not develop. There is no point in teaching them.”

“Hehe, do you want someone to play a game like you?”

“yes?”

At the teacher’s words, Jinmu widened his eyes.

It’s called…pan? Did you know that Myeong-jin could use such a word?

“why? Wasn’t it?”

“…No, that’s not it… Master uses vulgar words.”

“Low speed is good when it is natural. Aren’t you like that too?”

“That’s right…”

Jinmu kept his mouth shut in embarrassment.

“It is not wrong. Have you ever had one or two goofballs? Isn’t it possible to defeat the death penalty? Seducing innocent people to break the Ten Commandments…”

“Master Su…”

“You fool.”

“…”

Jinmu smiled awkwardly at the words he said while laughing mischievously.

The teacher’s personality has changed a lot.

Should I say it’s a bit brighter? Or should I say it’s funny?

“It’s all thanks to you. The shaman became like this… Everyone is grateful.”

“…”

The master and disciple silently recalled the past for a while and looked at the bush clover fence.

“So I won’t stay in your character for long, and where are you going now?”

Jinmu calmly answers the teacher’s question after thinking about it for a while.

“I’m thinking of going to Xinjiang first.”

“What? Are you talking about the Demonic Cult?”

“yes.”

‘Yes’?

Myungjin widened his eyes at the unexpected answer and looked at Jinmu.

“no way? Are you thinking of anti-inflammatory drugs?”

“I want to stick together.”

Myung-jin’s complexion turns black at his honest, unadorned answer.

red dye.

It was the name of Bukri Docheon, the leader of the Ilwol Demonic Cult, who rose to the strongest position in the Central Plains in name and reality after the death of the four emperors.

“It’s Jinmu. You are now the leader of the Sapae Heaven and at the same time the top leader of the faction. They will not wait to see what you are looking for.”

“yes.”

“It is a group that is criticized for being cruel and outrageous, but the Demonic Cult is strong. So far, no one, no force has been able to bring them down.”

“I know.”

“You mean you tried to cover it up even though you knew it? Can not be done. Absolutely not!”

Myung-jin jumps up from his seat and shouts as if shouting, and Gak-chul and Hwang-shin turn their heads with puzzled expressions.

“It’s Jinmu. No matter how much you inherited the martial arts of the Four Emperors, I will never allow it.”

“…”

Jinmu didn’t answer anything.

“Think again. When has this master ever blocked your path? I don’t want to lose you.”

“I lose. If you wait a little bit, you will hear that I defeated the Demon Scholar.”

“Ttaek! Say something like that, even as a joke!”

Myungjin glared at Jinmu, who smiled and assured Jinmu.

“A trip to Xinjiang will never be tolerated by me as well as by scholars and elders.”

“…Do you think I won’t go even if I said that?”

“what?”

“I have already made my decision, so please allow me. My disciple, I will come back comfortably.”

“her!”

There is no such stupidity even if it is reckless.

Isn’t it different from the disciple who came not to ask for permission, but to notify after making a decision?

But rather than being angry, I had to convince him.

“It’s Jinmu. Let’s have a discussion first. If you want to conquer the Demonic Cult, gather the power of the principalities…”

“I will go alone.”

“…You’re going alone?”

“yes. I have no desire to shed blood needlessly. It is war if you lead the forces, but it is a challenge if you go alone.”

“…”

“The one principle that has governed the Demonic Cult for a long time is strong self-respect. I want to take on the challenge step by step from the bottom up.”

Only then did Myeong-jin realize why Jinmu wanted to go to Xinjiang.

It’s not about conquest, it’s about proving. It is to show everyone that he is the strongest martial artist.

“…it’s not an easy road.”

“So I’m going to try it once.”

“You don’t know. The anti-inflammatory agent is a scary person.”

“I don’t think I will fall behind.”

“….”

Myeong-jin, at a loss for words, looks at Jin-mu’s calm face.

Is it a stroke?

no. What stands out in Jinmu’s eyes and face is firm confidence.

However, Myung-jin could not easily erase his anxiety and worries.

Even though he could hide that he was going to the Demonic Cult, he did not lie. He must have thought he would stop it…

Normally, he would have unconditionally supported that feeling, but he didn’t want to accept it now.

Where is the teacher who will see a disciple who will go to death?

want to dry no it should dry His disciple who always walks only on the thorny path.

“Whoa… I can’t even guess you.”

“Still, the person who knows me the most is Master.”

“…well. When I think I know, do you always feel that you are farther away than I thought?”

“…”

“If you don’t want to do it, won’t you?”

“I will consider it.”

“You mean nothing will change?”

It was true.

If the teacher doesn’t want to do it… I’m about to worry a little bit.

Looking at Myungjin’s eyes, which seemed to reflect a complicated state of mind, Jinmu, who had been thinking for a while, got up from his seat.

I would leave without permission, but it wouldn’t be bad if it eased my worries and anxieties a little.

“Master’s disciple is not that weak.”

“what?”

“…”

Leaving behind Myeongjin, who rose up following the Eunggeojuchum, Jinmu slowly walked out to the center of the yard of Chungheoam.

“Let me show you. That Master’s disciple can defeat Jeok-Yeomje and rise to the position of the strongest in Moorim…”

“What are you doing now?”

Before Myeong-jin can speak, Jin-mu grabs Il-hwi by the waist and lowers his posture.

Stretching his right foot one step forward, Jinmu, bending slightly at the waist, looks at a rock rising from a nameless mountain peak far away from Chungheoam.

quite a distance.

Among the different martial arts that are divided into Western clothes, the shaman’s seongi is still not enough to reach.

But what if it’s a dragon?

Everyone already knows that Jinmu has mastered it.

“Whoa…”

The air was startled by the low exhaled breath and stepped away from Jinmu’s side.

Slightly twisting the tip of the front foot, turning the body to use the ink dragon’s energy, a tremendous force rose up and roughly pressed down on all sides.

“Oooh!”

Myungjin, who was approaching Jinmu, frowned at the intense pressure.

Young energy in Jinmu’s body.

“Four four emperors….”

Myeong-jin, who was unable to participate in the north march, only heard about it, but it was the first time he saw it in person.

Was it because of memories from the past?

Myung-jin felt the fear of the fraud spreading from Jin-mu’s body.

While the body trembles and the dry acupuncture flows incessantly, the energy of Jinmu grows stronger and encroaches on all parts of Chungheoam.

Parrak Pararak!

Black morale rises from Jinmu’s body as if it were swirling around, and the white dragon’s clothing flutters like it’s about to tear.

Unlike general martial arts, the stage of Ganggi does not follow the stage of Chunghyeontanui (充現彈意).

It’s because it changes the ark in the first place.

The basic realm is called Seonggang (成罡).

It was a state where strong energy could be released limited to the hand or a specific weapon.

But don’t call it absolute.

Jeongmuchilseong, Sapaeowang, and Madoyuje, commonly called absolute, have reached the next level beyond Seonggang.

It is called Yukang (喩罡) because he enlightened the Kanggi itself.

When you reach this stage, you will be able to create strong qi anywhere you want, regardless of your weaponry, and process it through condensation to be able to use it like a strong rope or a strong ring.

However, Jinmu, who regained his martial arts skills from the past, was on the next level.

The place where Bukridocheon and Sahwang Hyeokryunmu Gang, who achieved the highest level among the military men of the same time, climbed.

I don’t know what else is on top of it, but it was the strongest stage in existence as of now.

Kwuuuuuuuuu…

The earth is trampled.

As if the right foot had disappeared, the left foot was deeply embedded and pushed the ground like a perpetual stone, creating a furrow.

Whoops!

Jinmu is held in his hand and slowly pulls out Ilhui, who vomits wild tears.

It was like pulling a giant tree rooted in the ground, but the gesture was as light as swinging the grass roots.

Then, the pulled out sword body disappears and a ray of black light splits the world in half.

Suaaa.

The black energy shot along with the sound of the rough wind turns into an ink dragon and reveals itself to the world with a ferocious scream.

Wow!

The ink dragon devours the gigantic rock of the peak that Jinmu was looking at, with its black mouth wide open and its fangs erected as if to tear the world apart.

Aaaaaang!

Along with the harsh explosion, the strong wind and the vibration transmitted through the earth shake Wudang Mountain.

The sky is surprised and the earth trembles.

Just like the one written in Ilhui, it sweeps away with one swing and stains mountains and rivers with blood.

“Whoa…”

Jinmu, who exhaled all his energy, slowly picks up his breath.

It was a state after Yu Kang that had not been used because there was no opponent before.

There is no specific name, but those who saw it called it Hamgang (椷罡) because it contained their own unique energy.

Hyukryeonmugang contained Mukryong, and Bukridocheon contained red flames.

A deep calm came over Chungheoam, where the storm had cleared.

“….”

Myeong-jin stopped in a standing posture, and the eyes of Gak-chul and Hwang-sin were wide open.

The top of the mountain they were looking at had turned into a shape as if it had been roughly bitten off.

I was watching but couldn’t believe it.

And Ungong, who had just entered Chungheoam with Yangsobang, sat down and muttered in a trembling voice with an expression that couldn’t contain his emotion.

“Cheocheongmu… Ah… is it true that the forest will grow thick again in the shaman?”

Tears ran down his cheeks and wet the floor.