Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 394

Episode 394

After the meeting of the two, the Cho-ok at the top of Cheonsan Mountain became Jinmu’s dwelling place by Bukri Docheon’s order.

The warriors of the King of Yeom guarded the outskirts as if escorting them, and prevented anyone from the Demonic Cult from approaching.

Only Jinmu and the eight soldiers who followed him were allowed to enter and exit freely.

The two sajils, Cheongsang and Cheongwu, Daegung, who delivers the news that has been kept here and there, and Hwangsin and Sodongbo, who claim to be law guards, excite.

Oh, of course, Seohyeon Neung was silently fulfilling his subordinate role even though Hwangshin, who had not the slightest bit of beard hair, was constantly working as a servant.

Because the original position was a gangster.

Still, I’ll have to ask them to do the ranking battle again later.

It was Neung Seo-hyeon’s credit that he was able to get the antidote and clear the miasma that had risen up to his shoulders.

But can’t we just keep putting him in the captain’s seat because he’s young and hasn’t done anything to heal his arm?

Anyway, Jinmu focused on recovering for the rest of the time, and the others waited as if escorting Cho-ok.

They didn’t have much to do as the horses were guarded by Prince Yeom.

To the point where I had to struggle to find a place to live.

* * *

“Whoa…”

Jinmu carefully selected his breath and operated Seonggi.

The liquor soaked in Cheonsanseolcho was really effective.

Well, I can’t even imagine how many cheonsanseolcho must have been put in to squeeze the juice and fill a bottle.

I drank eight bottles of it.

How did the North Ridochun guy come up with such an idea?

But it doesn’t seem to have business acumen. Why don’t you try to sell these amazing specialties?

If it were me, I would have already made a lot of money by selling it to Jungwon.

I’m going to tell the shaman later that it’s like this, and I’ll make some here and sell it to other schools at a high price.

Even if it’s not Gongqing Petroleum, it’s going to be a tolerable spirit, no lord.

No, if you process it well, you will be able to make enough of it as a treatment tip.

A smile did not leave Jinmu’s lips at the happy thoughts that ran through his mind throughout the fortune telling.

Now, Yukyangjingi has fully recovered, and it is time to recover Mukryonghonwongong.

The energy of the Mukryong is what I have been training from the beginning, so even if I spend the remaining time relaxing and practicing carefully, I will be able to recover completely.

But first, I use the double-minded gong to send out the seongi and scam… fraud… uh?

For a moment, Jinmu couldn’t contain his absurdity.

I was just thinking about it, but the Danjeon was full of scams.

In the meantime, the room was filled with a strange light that had never been seen before.

Something black…blue?

It can only be expressed that way.

Even before the blue light of the pushed Seongi disappeared, black porcelain filled the room, making it look like the two colors were mixed.

What the hell is this?

The gap created in the process of replacing the two energies was greatly reduced by the slight achievement obtained when taking the captain of the Cheonsan Seolmyo, but it was not to this extent.

It is as if the gap itself has completely disappeared.

Just in case, Jinmu reaps his morale and seongi…

“…huh!”

In my surprise, my inner thoughts leaked out of my mouth.

It is clear that the spaces being replaced are completely gone.

Is this maybe?

Jinmu quickly regained his energy and looked at Baekhoehyeol, the boundary between seongi and morale, but the boundary was still clear.

But why do the two energies flow so naturally?

Doesn’t it seem as if the ends of the two energies are connected around the dantian?

no way?

Jinmu stopped his luck with his eyes wide open and stared blankly into space.

“Mugeuk is Taegeuk…”

It continues without end, so this is Taegeuk.

consistent with the current state.

I don’t know anything else, but the last verse of Taegeuk Yogyeol.

When Yin-Yang touches the heart, it returns to its original form.

“Heart… did you mean this?”

The moment I made up my mind, Seonggi and morale were immediately replaced.

Is this Taegeukhap?

However, there is no one who has achieved it, and there is no record left, so I can’t ask anyone.

Jinmu is the first and only one.

In order to be sure once more, I looked back at what happened after I took the fleet of the captain of the Cheonsan Seolmyo.

The only thing that can be said to be special is that Han Seung sucked Seon Ki?

And coming to Cheonsan, I really squeezed the fraud to the limit.

That’s all.

I’ve never really done any training.

But why did this change occur without his knowledge?

no way?

Was this Dodong’s body truly a blessed body rather than a filthy, underprivileged body?

Even if you don’t train separately, what are you doing on your own?

But there were also some strange parts.

During the years Jinmu learned martial arts, numerous realizations came to him.

At that time, hemoptysis was an ordinary thing, and when I realized the strength, I felt sick as if I was suffering from a fever.

At least, when he took the shaman’s Taecheong Shindan, his body grew rapidly, and after eating the Samyang Bomyeongdan of the Tang family, he experienced the legendary realm of the Jeoksa Fighting Crown.

But isn’t this too much without anything?

If Taegeukunil had been achieved as much as the legendary status of shamans, there should have been something.

“It’s so… boring?”

It’s just that the gap for substitution has disappeared, and I haven’t realized anything else.

According to the first half of Yanguisimgong, it was said that when the spirit spirit is activated, it reaches the top line as a spirit.

Of course, Yang’s heart gong takes a different path from leading and starting, so you don’t even expect to reach the top line. i don’t even want to

But shouldn’t there be some changes in the body when you reach such a legendary level?

When even a kid in the neighborhood runs an errand, it’s our duty to give them a few pennies or sweets for doing a good job, but why does the strength I feel in my body stay the same?

There is nothing other than the disappearance of a very small gap that replaces morale and magic.

Of course, that was the fatal weakness of the Sheep Mind Gong.

It could be very dangerous if attacked during the process of substitution.

A military man like Bukri Docheon would never miss that chance, so it can be said that it was a pretty good thing right now ahead of the fight with him.

But if you think about it again, shouldn’t you give something?

Even if you don’t experience the legendary state of metamorphosis, you’ll have to do at least hemoptysis to think it’s achieved.

There’s nothing, so I’m suspicious again.

And it’s a ‘Unity’, but why is the boundary of Baekhoe the same?

“This… must have been a union, right?”

Jinmu, who had a strange expression of coexistence of awkwardness and joy, immediately shook his head.

Hey, what’s there to complicate? It will definitely come together. Cancer.

Or is there no other way to explain the current situation?

It’s a little reluctant, but it’s done.

Let’s think good.

Yes, I did what I couldn’t even do that great government investigation.

Cheong Sang-ah, Cheong-woo. Sasook Lee is such a person.

Master, I did it. I have achieved Taegeuk Unity. I don’t know haha

good. Let’s get rid of clutter. Now you have to make your body used to this state.

Practice the martial arts of Mukryonghonwongong and shaman while freely using Seonggi and fraudulent techniques.

wait for this child Show me the difference in power.

* * *

At the time when Jinmoo was preparing for the match against Bukri Docheon, it was a snowy field in the north, quite far from the midfield.

“Ah!”

Painful screams broke through the din of the north wind and snow.

“Ugh.”

An aged armed man with glittering armor looked at the situation before his eyes with frightened eyes, his white hair fluttering after his helmet had fallen off.

A land full of blood and flesh with corpses everywhere.

His own armor, which blocks the strength of the masters, was helpless in the face of the slowly approaching old man.

he was so strong

The troops numbered in the thousands, but as the elderly and those wearing red sashes appeared, they collapsed like autumn leaves.

Armed with the name Lumbar Gang.

He wandered the war with only one mission in his life.

The obliteration of Mr. Han.

Descendants of King Somyeong who dreamed of a new world with Mr. Ju.

They were the people who became the foundation of the country now and were blood relatives of the person Taejo served.

The only blemish of the source of the dynasty.

After secretly tracking them down from generation to generation, they caught their tails in Moorim recently and were finally able to find out the base of their bloodline.

Liaochugang received the emperor’s orders and led his troops to attack the northern snow fields.

But the result is disastrous.

No, it should have been slaughtered.

And in the end, Lu Qiu Kang was detained by soldiers wearing red belts and knelt in front of the old man.

The old man looked down into the lumbar cavity with half-open eyes.

“The grand general Yochugang, a descendant of Yoyeongchung.”

“…”

“I conspired with Mr. Zhu to drown my great-grandfather under the waves of the Yangtze River, and now his descendants are following us from generation to generation. It’s a really long and tough relationship.”

Even with his hands behind his back, the old man’s dignified chanting contained a lot of emotion.

Lumchukang knew him all too well.

Han Moo-hwa, the head of the Han clan.

Another person who is not the Son of Heaven but has the mandate of Heaven.

He was born with the fate of a ruler, but was born in a harsh world and twisted.

“So many blood relatives died from Mr. Zhou’s sword. Yet I did not punish you.”

“…”

“…But why are you chasing us so persistently?”

There was no emotion in his calm voice.

“Did the Zhou descendants still not give up on our leisure? Did he command you because he was so afraid of us? Bring me my neck?”

“…”

Han Moo-hwa did not call the emperor emperor.

He called himself a descendant of the Han family and called the emperor a descendant of the Zhou clan.

There was only one answer Lumchukang could give to that calm question.

No, there was only one fate for the longevity who was defeated on the battlefield in the first place.

“Kill him.”

“…”

Han Moo-hwa sighed softly as Lumuchukang opened his eyes and raised his head.

Heoyeon’s breath flows and Asrai disappears in the air.

“Yeah, that should be it. You must have already sent the news of your defeat to the ecliptic.”

“…”

“But you know? Now I don’t want to be chased anymore. I will come to see you myself.”

At Han Moo-hwa’s words, Luo Chu-gang’s face hardened.

Are you going to midfield? why?

What caused him to have a change of heart?

I had to let you know.

Because he has the power to drive the world to ruin.

But how do you tell? Not a single one has survived to deliver the news.

“Starting with you, every place I step on will create bloody seas.”

“…”

The old man passed by the side of the lumbar cavity after that.

Fuck!

I couldn’t even reach it, but my head exploded.

General Yochugang, who had lived his entire life on the battlefield, died like that, and Han Moo-hwa and the warriors in red belts disappeared in a snowstorm as they moved south.

All that was left on the frozen land where everyone had disappeared was a corpse covered in snow.