Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 421

Chapter 421

Cheonungbang is located in Nanju, Gansu Province.

Cheonwoong’s Ark Wonwonho couldn’t hide his embarrassment due to the sudden visitors.

“…….”

Those sitting in the inner room of the palace prepared as a meeting hall glared at each other.

why… … .

Won-ho Won, who was in tears, was busy watching without saying anything.

The first to come was the head of Hao Mun, Myung Se-chan, a student of the apostle, and the silver guard under his command.

Even if he, one of the powers of Sapaecheon, appeared directly in the sphere of influence of the frontier, it would be enough to upset the entire Cheonwoongbang… … .

Following Myung Se-chan, two figures secretly appeared in Cheonwoong’s room.

The impressive man with a sharp sword, a sharp blade, and a fierce prayer like a blade was the Yeomwangdaeju Magang, who is called the sword of the Jeok-yeomje Buk-ri-do-cheon.

And the tall, skinny man standing next to him with a mask covering his face was Mae-hwan, the owner of Sakwol-cheon, a demonic cult called the three major intelligence organizations in the central plains.

why?

No matter how much Jinmu conquered the Demonic Cult, why did they, whose name alone would cause a stir, cross the border?

Of course, in Cheonung’s room?

“Heh, I don’t mind being in the same place as a bastard from Sapa.”

“Our Maehwan has grown so much that he has crossed the line. Saying all sorts of shit to me.”

At Mae-hwan’s words, Myung Se-chan raised the corners of his mouth and laughed coldly.

“Crazy bastard, I was originally taller. Like anywhere else.”

“Oh, yes? Shall I cut off those stinky ankles to shorten them? Making eunuchs is easier.”

“If you are confident, where would you like to try it?”

When Mae-hwan grinned as he touched the sword bottle on his side, Myung Se-chan grinned and grabbed his favorite soldier, Han-cheol, with a smile.

No wonder.

They are the heads of intelligence organizations representing Safa and Demonic Cult respectively.

Contrary to the opening, which is a political faction on the subject of beggars and is outwardly polite, Haomen and Sakwolcheon have been in conflict for a long time, and naturally, several people have died between them.

No matter how much they now served the same master, there was no way that their deep-rooted resentment would be easily resolved.

No, it wouldn’t be strange if a life-and-death struggle broke out right away.

so why?

why! Are you sure it’s Cheonungbang?

there’s a lot to fight

Heaven and earth are flat and mountainous, so why do you come here and stare at each other?

Won Won-ho wanted to wail while beating the ground.

“Stop it. A futile fight only becomes someone who invites us.”

Mae-hwan and Myung-se-chan, who were growling at each other, intervened, unable to see Won-ho Won, who was in trouble.

“what? He’s scared alone, so the two of you are going to attack? Well, I was curious about you, Magang. You should have had a chance to see his excellent sword skills while living with Bukri Docheon.”

Myung Se-chan’s eyes flashed sharply, and Ma Gang’s face hardened.

“Bukri… … Docheon?”

As he twitched his eyes, a cold chill began to flow in the room.

“I knew you were a madman who couldn’t find a place to lie down, but you dared to mention the name of the former headteacher.”

“Damn it. I’m just calling because I’m the former teacher. Why, pick it up?”

“Gabuja, try to talk!”

“What a fucking bastard! Who is Gabuja!”

The word Myung Se-chan hates the most.

When the anchovy that only Jinmu could sing came out, Myung Se-chan swears and curses.

Puck, puck!

Tables and walls crumbled as the two bloodstained bodies collided with each other.

Won-ho Won, who barely endured by raising all his strength in the fight of the spirit of those called absolutes, eventually collapsed on the spot.

Damn, so why the hell are you guys in one place?

Why is it Cheonungbang?

And, why doesn’t the main character who created this situation appear?

Won Won-ho resents Jinmu for inviting them to Cheonwoong’s room.

No, didn’t you tell me to attack Ohyeon Lee, the gateway to the Demonic Cult last time?

Even then, it was a shame that things worked out well, but I almost had an all-out war with the Demonic Cult.

What sins did he commit in his previous life, and is he always like this?

I have to pick a good day and give it my heart. … .

jump!

At that time, full of tension, someone opened the door of the meeting hall without hesitation.

“what? Has everyone arrived already?”

“…….”

“…….”

At that bright voice, the murderous spirit that had filled the meeting hall disappeared as if it had been washed away.

In that damn situation, the benefactor who appeared out of nowhere and saved Won-ho was none other than Jinmu.

“Ah, are you here?”

Myung Se-chan happily bowed his head, as if asking when he was angry.

“How have you been?”

“How have you been? Is there anything special in Sapaecheon?”

“yes. Except for the hardships of trying to stop the Danju from going to the Heavenly Lord.”

“Woomyeongga?”

“Yakbyeok sister and I struggled a lot. you know? that stubbornness.”

“Tsk tsk, how does that guy stay the same no matter how old he gets?”

“Iknow, right.”

“Okay, how many came?”

“I have brought all the silver medals.”

“Are you thirty? What are you doing? You can come alone.”

While Jinmu shook his head, Myung Se-chan glanced at Mae-hwan and Mae-hwan and put on a proud expression.

did you see these children?

The relationship between Heavenly Lord and I is like this.

You guys can’t even dream

However, rather than being envious of the arrogant Myung Se-chan, Ma Gang, who had a sneaky laugh at him, suddenly stood up, straightened his clothes, knelt down and bowed.

“Yeomwangdaelord Magang learns the existence of the leader.”

“The New Moon Heavenly Lord Maehwan knows the existence of the religious leader.”

The ultimate manner of shouting out in a loud voice while holding the forehead as well as the limbs in close contact with the ground.

No one had told them to, but they put their heads down and didn’t show a single movement.

As expected, the Demonic Cult is the best when it comes to courtesy between superiors and subordinates. Even just receiving greetings made me feel welcomed.

“Haha! what are these people doing What’s the use of courtesy between us? stop and sit down.”

“no. How could people like us sit together with the noble leader? Please take the word.”

“Won, with people.”

As if he didn’t like their manners, Jinmu smiled brightly and approached them while waving his hands.

“You must have had a hard time coming a long way after receiving a sudden call.”

“…….”

“Isn’t the leader of Buk-ri all right?”

“That’s right. He likes that he has recently been able to spend a leisurely time doing his chores thanks to the consideration of a noble person.”

“That man, it’s time to rest now.”

“Thank you for the grace like Hahae.”

“Okay, how long have you guys been here?”

“What you asked for as an escort was me and a hundred people from the King Yeom Dynasty. Also, although they are not here right now, Ilcheon, a soldier from Sakwolcheon, is waiting hidden all over Gansu.”

“Is there a thousand new moon streams?”

“yes.”

“It’s too much. I told you to come in secret.”

“Don’t worry. No one will notice because they are disguised as merchants of the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce, merchants of the country, or travelers crossing Xinjiang and Gansu.”

“okay? Well, you guys are excellent in that area, so you must have done well on your own.”

Jinmu nodded his head in satisfaction.

It’s Sakwolcheon, just like the Eunwidan, you only need to manipulate the information, so aside from that, it’s one hundred Yeomwangdae.

That’s enough.

No, it overflows.

No one would be able to get hold of Wooyangjin if they were their escorts who had been protecting Bukridocheon.

“What so much. Anyway, good. Come on, wake up. hurry.”

Ma Gang, who reluctantly got up at Jinmu’s repeated invitation, laughed at Myung Se-chan at a glance.

did you see Damn fake Confucius who has no manners. The manners between master and servant are kept like this.

And, only 30 silver medals?

look at us Shouldn’t you be hot enough to support it?

Was it because of that laugh? Or was it because his actions were compared to theirs?

The face of Myung Se-chan, who thought he had the upper hand, turned red.

“Come on, everybody sit down. And there, Cheonwoong Ark. Go and have a cup of tea.”

“yes? yes!”

Won-ho Won, who only rolled his eyes here and there, hurriedly withdrew, grateful for leaving the uncomfortable position.

“Are you all curious? Why did you invite all of you, who are busy with construction work, to one place?”

When Jinmu opened the door to dialogue, both sides responded without losing.

“What to do? When the Lord calls, no matter how busy you are, you have to put everything aside and run.”

“Are you going to say no to people who have traveled a thousand miles?”

“I am ten thousand li… … .”

“More than Lee… … .”

“three… … .”

“…….”

Seeing Ma Kang and Myung Se-chan slowly increasing their distance, Jinmu put on a puzzled expression.

Are you guys competing to see who is more loyal?

Are these guys who are old enough to drink junk food fighting for nothing like the kids now?

“I can go to the ends of the earth!”

“Hell!”

Now, the two of them stand up and lean on the table, face each other, staring at each other as if they are going to eat each other.

Fools, maybe the two of you will kiss.

“Haha, these guys. How old are you and are you still fighting like a kid? stop it.”

Is it because of the low voice?

The two of them, who were already overheated, still growled as if they hadn’t heard Jinmu’s words.

“Anyway, the reason I called you guys was that I wanted you two to do something together.”

“Together? Haha, my lord. Just leave it to us. What do the vassals of the Demonic Cult know how to do? It’s a relief if you don’t sprinkle ash on the finished rice.”

“It is the same. Please leave everything to Yeomwangdae and Sakwolcheon. How can Hao-mun, who only uses bae-su or courtesans as his subordinates, compare with us? Although there are a lot of numbers, there is a huge difference in quality.”

“what? What a fucking bastard!”

“joy! You!”

fighting again

“stop. It’s something the two of you must do together. that the matter is not small. If you are unlucky, you will have to fight openly and politically, as well as alumni and alumni.”

“Then we must do it!”

“no. We do.”

“…….”

Jinmu let out a deep sigh as they raised their voices step by step so as not to lose each other.

what kind of villain are you?

Are you going to take turns telling me what the five yin and yang rules are, and what the palace merchant 角徵羽 is?

Ma Kang and Myung Se Chan, who were busy staring at each other, didn’t notice at all. Jinmu’s eyebrows slowly rise in reverse.

Others had already backed away a long way toward the wall to avoid being caught.

Jinmu calmly reached out his hand toward the two who were still glaring at each other.

Yes, I shouldn’t have taken you and explained it in words.

I thought about my pride, so I tried not to touch it in the presence of children… … .

From now on, I’ll tell you my personal troubles.

chin.

“……?”

Whiik, Quaang!

“Keuuugh!”

Jinmu grabbed the two of them by the neck and slammed them on the table.

“If you want to stop once, you have to stop. Why don’t you listen?”

But it just wasn’t enough to end it.

“I told you to stop, you bastards!”

Shih! Kwajik, Kwajik, Kwajik.

“Did these twin bastards get older and have narrower ear canals?”

Kwajik, Bakak!

“Shall I call the emperor and widen it with an awl?”

Kuak, purok, jeok.

“What kind of situation is this now, is it a fight for pride? uh?”

Kwajik, Kwajik, Kwaaaang!

The inner room began to turn into a mess in an instant.

In this case, there were usually two types of people.

People who get angry when they get angry and people who get angry the more they get angry.

It was unfortunate for Ma Kang and Myung Se Chan, but Jinmu was the latter.

And people don’t change easily. Where will the temperament hair that has been kicked to the top line go?

Jinmu was still Jinmu.

“I’d rather die. Get lost, you bastards!”

Kwajik, Kwajik, Kwajik.

“Ah!”

The sounds of hitting, being hit, and breaking resonated as false sounds, and Jinmu’s screams and Ma Kang and Myung Se-chan’s screams became rhythms and filled the inner room.

Unlike Myung Se-chan, who had already been trampled on many times, Ma Kang, who had an unfamiliar experience, seemed to lose his soul.

“School, Principal… … Up, up, up.”

Maehwan, who was lucky enough to survive, carefully tried to block Jinmu, but was blocked by Cheongsang.

“……?”

Cheongsang shook his head with a serious expression toward himself.

Come to think of it, everyone in the inner room turned their heads away, ignoring the sight of the two being trampled on.

As if you don’t even care.

ah! Could it be that?

Do you think I’ll get caught up in meddling and get hit together?

Maehwan was instinctively learning how to survive next to Jinmu.

Either way, the meeting that would shake the entire midfield in the future began like that.

with a mess.