Novel The Previous Life Murim Ranker Chapter 131
As long as there are rare treasures and valuable stele, the great road will appear endlessly in the history of Murim.
However, so many Yang Sang-guns were active and gained new names, but none of them were called Shintu.
Because the title was only allowed to one person of the time.
Gunja Gate.
The secretive literary group’s contemporary leader was the only one called Shintu.
That reason was simple.
This was because the writers of Gunjamun left incredible achievements for generations.
The first Shintu sneaked over the prose of Shaolin Temple and stole Daehwandan, their treasure.
The second Shintu infiltrated the Janggangsurochae, which the Janggang River controlled, and stole the secret books.
The three major Shintu stole numerous fertilizers from Saparyeon’s remarks.
After succeeding in this ridiculous feat, the Shintoists always boasted about their activities to the world.
Of course, all three targeted groups denied it to the end, saying it would never happen.
Everything turned out to be true, always at the end of the day, when it was revealed that their pursuers were chasing after Shintu.
Regardless of politics and affairs, countless warriors chased the Shintoists. But no one found even a small trace of them.
One had to do so.
This was because the Gunmun Gate was handed down the best new laws and secret hiding skills, which are considered among the history of Gangho.
Shintu left a large mark every few years, and in his later years, he found a successor and trained him.
And when the successor was qualified, he retired and handed over the position of Shintu.
And.
At the age of 30, a monster who will become one of the four greatest Shinto fighters of the time! Han Wang Ho is me!
At this moment, Han Wang-ho, swimming in a mysterious space without a single ray of light, was narcissistic.
However, it was inevitable.
This was because it was the day when he was practicing for 20 years after being collected by the 3rd Shintu, and was making his first move as a successor Shintu called Ipbongsik.
Spal! It’s been a long time. Hehe, but now there will be only a shiny golden road ahead of me!’
Moments passed by, past moments, in his head.
She was born into a desperately poor family, and was eventually abandoned by her mother to keep her mouth shut up When you continue your life as a beggar and you are rewarded by your teacher who recognizes your muscles and talents.
After 15 years of training to death, he finally reached the level of master.
– I assure you, you have the best talent among the successors of military texts. You’ll be able to solve our biggest problem!
The moment when I remembered the last word that the master left before he died.
A hard thing touched his fingertips as he swam in the dark.
“You’re here!”
He realized that he had arrived safely at his destination.
Old man, are you watching? I could have gone to the initiation ceremony a little easier, but…’
I came here because I wanted the old man to rob me of this place. Han Wang-ho smiled inwardly, recalling the image of a master who would be raising his thumb in the sky.
with a rattling sound
The slates were rattled with a fine noise. And surprisingly, Han Wang-ho, who wrapped his whole body in a black robe under the ground, appeared.
It was. The place where Han Wang-ho was swimming was none other than underground.
Carefully placing the gray stone plate he lifted in place, the king soon looked around the area where there was a dead silence.
“Oh, this place is!”
After checking the surrounding scenery, he felt like his heart was about to burst.
He successfully infiltrated this place, which has been called an absolute inviolable space for a long time.
He wanted to cheer loudly, but he managed to quell the urge with a clenched fist.
Who else would eat all the excesses if it weren’t me? Now Kang Ho will praise me as the greatest Shinto of all time!”
That’s right. This place was the interior of the Murim Maengchangcheon Mugo. The three most important tasks of Gunja-mun, which have been handed down from generation to generation, are called the Golden Station of Murim.
In other words, it succeeded in destroying one of the Moorimmeng, Magyo, and Imperial Palace.
And Han Wang-ho chose Murim Maeng among the three.
Han Wang-ho was smiling in the mask.
“What should I steal to properly splash water on the history of Murimmeng?”
However, it was when he looked at the treasures of Yeongyak-dong and thought happily. I love you.
“What?”
Han Wang-ho suddenly felt a chill under his ankle.
He tilted his head and looked down.
“…What is this?”
He could not hide his embarrassment. From the ground to around the ankle, it was covered with a dark blue fog that I had never seen before.
As soon as he saw the fog wrapped around his ankle, he felt a strange fright and immediately tried to jump to the ceiling of Yeongyak-dong.
but.
“Cough!”
He only realized that before he knew it, his feet had clung to the floor. The bet was not being delivered to the foggy area.
No, the sense of the legs was completely gone.
Oh my god!
In addition, as I raised my energy, the fog began to rise rapidly. In an instant, the fog was up to his waist and did not stop rising.
“Ki, is it Ki Moonjin?” No, it can’t be
Han Wang-ho urgently tried to get to the bottom of it, but the situation did not understand at all.
I wasn’t infiltrating by a momentary stroke.
It was an attempt after five years of thorough preparation in advance. The blueprint of Changcheon Mugo was obtained, and the most vulnerable of the three non-dongs was identified.
As much as 40% of the money accumulated by previous masters was invested in understanding the truth behind Changcheon Mugo.
And in the end, the outer wall surrounding the Changcheon Mugo was influenced by Jin-ho, but he noticed that it was not on the ground and dug into the interior for the gap.
This can never happen. As soon as he was in despair, a fog over his head began to cover his eyes.
“My… ENZI!” What the hell is this? It’s the same
The view of the Han Wang-ho gradually began to be covered with darkness.
As the fog completely covered him, Han Wang-ho had an endless nightmare.
Captured by the angry Murim blind warriors, he was trapped in an underground prison and began suffering all sorts.
‘…please, kill me. In a terrible pain he had never experienced before, he rather asked for his life.
But as soon as he died, he opened his eyes to another punishment.
When the nightmare was repeated endlessly, Han Wang-ho’s spirit began to gradually collapse.
A huge waterfall that suddenly soared in my dream hit Han Wang-ho.
“Poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo!”
Drenched in water, Han Wang-ho barely opened his eyes.
“Here?”
When I finally came to my senses and looked around with my eyes wide open, I could see that I was moving to an unknown cave, not Changcheonmugo.
“Huh! Huh! You’re alive! You’re alive!”
He was almost beside himself with terrible nightmares, and was happy to be alive, smoothed with tears and runny noses.
But it was then.
“How was your dream?”
“Gasp!”
Suddenly, an icy voice came from behind his back.
At that moment, Han Wang-ho could see that the voice owner was the one who moved him from Changcheon Mugo to here.
With goose bumps in his spine and quick grasp of the situation, he tried to run away immediately.
‘… it’s really screwed up.’
As in Changcheon Mugo, no bet was heard throughout the body. Eventually, Han Wang-ho gulped down his throat and struggled to speak.
“Who are you?”
His words rang out in the cave, and soon a man emerged from the darkness.
“Wait, the author…”!
Han Wang-ho’s eyes, which confirmed his opponent, opened wide. Before penetrating the Murim Maeng, Han Wang-ho had identified the personal information of all the warriors belonging to the Murim Maeng, so he could know who his opponent was at a glance.
“…..Baekwoon Shinryong (白雲神龍) Restoration Luck?”
“Baekwoon Shinryong? What? Did the nickname change again?”
In recent years, Yoo Shin-woon, the chief of Naechaldang, drove a storm to Murimmeng. When an unexpected figure appeared, Han Wang-ho could not hide his embarrassment.
However, Yoo Shin-woon did not care about that at all and continued.
“Nice to see you, Han Wang Ho. I mean, the Shinto of the time.”
Oh, how did you say my name?’
Han Wang-ho’s heart seemed to drop.
He came here today for his first initiation ceremony. In other words, it is the same as the extraction of Murim, and the other person already knew his name and identity, which no one would know except for the dead master.
“…uh, how?”
“I mean, in a different way. There’s a very rare bug.”
Then suddenly, Yoo Shin-woon began to say silly things.
“It is a bug that lives in the deepest rainforest of South Korea, where even the residents of South Korea who have lived for a long time dare not enter. The love between the females and the males who mate with each other is great.”
Saying that, Yoo Shin-woon opened his palm. Then a caterpillar was moving on his palm.
“No matter how far away a female dies, even a male knows it and dies.”
“No way!”
As soon as Yoo Shin-woon finished speaking, Han Wang-ho’s complexion turned white.
“……favorite reading.”
“Oh, did you know?”
Yoo Shin-woon smiled and brought up the words that Han Wang-ho uttered like a scream.
It was a terrible bug that was treated like a nightmare by the foresters, and when you feed it to a person, it takes its place inside his body.
And if his partner dies outside, he dies and releases a huge amount of poison into the body.
“…Oh, my God!”
The Han Wang-ho looked down at his ship, swearing. There was only one poison in Yoo Shin-woon’s
It was obvious where the other one was.
There was no other way to release the poison in the body than to swallow another mate and release it together.
In other words, Han Wang-ho’s life line was firmly grasped by the Yu Shin-woon in front of him.
“…what do you want?”
Hearing Han Wang-ho’s desperate words, Yoo Shin-woon took a small bucket out of his arms and put a caterpillar in it.
And he said, “Fishing is a success.”
He realized that his scheme had worked. The caterpillar Yoo Shin-woon put in the barrel was not a favorite poison. He didn’t have time to go south. It was just an ordinary caterpillar from a tree on its way.
Yoo Shin-woon’s tongue trapped Han Wang-ho. Then, Yoo Shin-woon opened his mouth.
“That you’re Shin-Tu. And no one but me knows that we broke into Changchunmugo.”
When Han Wang-ho looked at him with surprised eyes at the words, Yoo Shin-woon opened his two fingers.
“All I want is two.”
“…what is it?”
“First, I need one of your martial arts.”
“The Cheonri Muyeongbo is the life-like symbol of military counseling! If you want to take it away, kill it instead!”
At Yoo Shin-woon’s words, Han Wang-ho couldn’t hide his excitement and shouted loudly. However, Yoo Shin-woon, who was watching the scene, said, picking his ears.
“What are you talking about? I don’t need it.”
“What?”
Yoo Shin-woon spoke in a low voice to Han Wang-ho, who was embarrassed.
“Give me the art of geography.”
Ji Yeong-sul was the generalization of Ji Dun-gong. It was not just digging but left no traces, and it was a martial art that could move leisurely as if swimming in the ground.
……and it is. It was a necessary martial art to make the dead of Chunguigak into skeletons without leaving any trace.
