Chronicles Of The Martial God’s Return - Chapter 440

Episode 440

“As expected…”

A woman dug up a grave and looked at the body inside. It was obvious that someone had already investigated the matter and that there were traces of traces here and there.

The woman also frowned because the body was different from what she had seen before.

“Tae Gong-jin… is he alive?”

Actually, I wasn’t suspicious from the beginning.

This is because it was a woman who brought his body from that dangerous port and it was she who buried it. But no matter how much I thought about it, it was a strange situation.

I thought about it while recovering at Honam Danga, and each and every situation was so strange.

Tae Gong-jin did not seem to show all of his original skills, and his movements also looked as if he was intentionally trying to get hit by a sword.

Also, when he was killed and his body was taken away, it was as cold as ice, even though it was certainly not that long ago.

It was as if he had already died somewhere else.

I was so distracted at the time that I couldn’t think of anything else, but looking back, it was definitely a strange thing.

Lastly, Taegongjin is a good man

.

He has already shed his body and ascended to the top.

Those who abandon their past bodies and acquire new bodies.

Therefore, the bodies they embrace were created through good power.

That’s why it can’t rot.

Gradually, the good power that the body possessed disappears and collapses, leaving no trace.

There was no way the body would remain for this long.

“You got it.”

The woman frowned.

Tae Gong-jin has always been an unknown person. His aura was undoubtedly pure, but it was somehow mixed with something foreign.

If those things were said to be because of Emperor Tianwu, it was presumed that he had long ago betrayed the Eight Immortals and followed Emperor Tianwu.

“After Cheon Mukwang, even Taegongjin….” The woman shook her head as if she didn’t want to think about it.

This is the worst situation.

Just the two of them, Tian Wu-je and Tian Wugwang, are too much.

However, if Taegongjin is also caught in the middle, this fight will not be easy, no matter how much he is a military god.

“The Eight Immortals have become so corrupted… If the Emperor of Heaven finds out about this, there will be an uproar… Or are you keeping quiet even though you know?”

‘Haa-’ the woman sighed. All of these incomprehensible situations

confused my mind.

“Huh huh…”

Muho stood in front of Honam Danga, out of breath.

Unlike the others who had already arrived early and were getting enough rest, we arrived quite late despite leaving together.

This is because Namgungcheon did not wait for Muho, who was lagging behind.

Walking is also a practice.

Developing physical strength is also a practice. Although he was a martial artist who prided himself on having undergone difficult training in Shaolin, others, including Namgung Sohye, were of a different caliber.

I kept up well for the first few days, but eventually I fell behind little by little and the distance between schedules increased.

In the end, he followed alone and came all the way to Honam Danga.

My body was already exhausted. I wondered if we were talking about Muho’s appearance when he said that people were devastated because he followed them without being able to eat or sleep properly.

With his tired body, he tried to take a peek inside the southern end of the lake.

However, because the wall was quite high, he couldn’t look inside with his height.

I had to knock on the door and enter with confidence, but I didn’t know if it was because I didn’t have the courage or because I didn’t like the awkwardness, but I needed someone who could understand me.

In the end, I wandered around and walked towards the gate.

I looked inside through the gap in the large gate.

However, there was no one in the space visible through the small gap, and even if there was someone, it seemed difficult for him to notice Muho.

The moment I swallowed my moans and gathered up the courage to knock on the door.

The large gate opened with a squeak.

Soon, I made eye contact with a man. He was holding a broom in one hand, probably because he was a slave. He looked a bit older, but it felt somehow familiar, and the moment we made eye contact, I got goosebumps without realizing it.

At that gaze, Muho flinched without realizing it and took a step back.

“Um… Um… Jeok Mu-seong swallowed dryly and looked at Mu-ho, who was speaking with a nervous expression. It followed me well for a while, then suddenly disappeared and I left it alone thinking it might be dead, but it seems it managed to chase me down.

But with his appearance like this, how can he be called a Shaolin character?

Jeok Mu-seong, who was thinking about this, quietly handed the broom in his hand to Mu-ho.

” yes?”

Muho unexpectedly picked up the broom and made a puzzled expression. I didn’t even understand what they were telling me to do with this.

“Sweep.”

“yes?”

“Write it.”

Jeok Moo-seong frowned as he spoke again.

Making them say the same thing twice?

For a well-known latter-day index, he seemed to have a rather dark tone of voice.

When I shot him a sharp gaze, Muho unconsciously flinched and slowly started brushing his hair.

“Can’t you do it right? “Have you never tried rain?” “Eh… ah… yes.” Muho broke into a cold sweat.

From the beginning, Muho was recognized for his qualities from a young age and was treated differently from others. Since he was so favored by Shaolin, how could he have done something like this?

Did the Red Army see through such things?

He opened his mouth with a sour expression.

“He may have made a name for himself in Shaolin, but not here. “You are probably the lowest in the hierarchy.” The sound of clicking one’s tongue was heard.

However, what the Red Army said was not wrong.

Since the Honam Danga was established, the one at the bottom was none other than Jang Sam-tae, but if we compare him with Mu-ho now, it is no exaggeration to say that Jang Sam-tae is far ahead. You will be far ahead in terms of both experience and skill.

Simple differences in talent extend to childhood.

The efforts made since then and the quality of life lived are different.

“Is… is that so?”

Muho swallowed dry saliva and nodded.

Actually, it is the Honam Danga of the world.

It wasn’t a particularly shocking story, as he came with the thought that there was only someone stronger than him.

That must be the reason Seonjin sent him here.

Squeak-!

Then the door opened and someone came out.

His face was full of annoyance as he picked his nose. The man who came out glanced at Jeok Mu-seong. Then I turned my gaze to Muho again.

“What is this?”

“I picked it up in Hanam.”

“who?”

“We are.”

“…Jangju doesn’t know this, right?” Muho broke into a cold sweat as he heard the strange story. It felt like they were treating people in front of them as if they were not human.

Was Honam Danga originally like this?

Even who is this man?

Maybe I saw it, maybe I didn’t. It felt somewhat strange.

At that time, Jang Sam-tae’s gaze once again turned to Mu-ho.

Although I didn’t feel as energetic as Jeok Museong, I felt nervous as if they were trying to examine and confirm the entire person.

“The decision will be made by Lord Jang, but… are you trying to bring this to our side?”

“Wouldn’t it be comfortable?” Jang Sam-tae and Jeok Museong looked at each other and nodded. Even so, the number of jobs has increased a lot recently due to the increase in people.

Naturally, the number of people carrying poop on their backs has also increased, and someone who can relieve them has appeared.

As the two people nodded as if they were plotting a plan, Muho, who was watching, broke into a cold sweat out of unexplainable anxiety.

“Shaolin?”

“That’s right.”

Nam Gung-cheon broke into a cold sweat.

In fact, he too had completely forgotten the existence of Muho. It was good to see that it had fallen off along the way and to leave it alone due to the Jeokmu-seong’s dissuasion, but after returning to Danga and various situations arose, the idea of Muho was erased from my mind.

“Are you finally saying that now?”

“I forgot this. Big…!”

Dan Woohyeon looked at Namgung Cheon with a dumbfounded expression. Eventually, he turned his gaze and looked around, and saw that not only Namgung Sohye, but also Jegal Yeon and Majanggang Kwon Mujin did not make eye contact with him.

It seemed like even they had forgotten Muho.

Muho, who was quietly listening to the story on one side, looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

How dare you forget someone? I felt somewhat bitter.

However, what makes Muho even more nervous are the aspects present here.

‘Lord… didn’t you say he was dead?’

Former Murim Lord Sword Emperor Namgung Cheon.

How could it be possible that he was alive and well in Honam Danga and was active under the name of Gunjageom? It was so unbelievable that it felt like I was dreaming.

Thinking like that, I finally realized the true identity of Jeokmu Castle.

The leader of Sapa.

Since this person, known to the public as already dead, was working as a servant in the Honam Danga, Muho was tormented by a mixture of indescribable feelings and complex emotions.

It was even assumed that the person sitting idly on the other side was definitely Demon Emperor Sadohak, and the person on one side who was carving wood with a dagger and making something with the children was a non-heavenly hero.

This is because the clothes he was wearing and the hilt of the sword he was holding were very similar to Salhwang Bicheonwoong, which was commonly rumored in the central plains.

‘What the hell is this place?’ Muho could not relax. It is such a difficult position.

Muho’s usual confident appearance was nowhere to be seen, and he was just busy trembling like a small child and looking around.

At that time, a snickering sound was heard and Dan Woo-hyeon, with a somewhat shocked expression, looked at Mu-ho.

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Mu… if it’s martial arts, it’s a little…” Mu-ho, who was discouraged by Dan Woo-hyeon’s penetrating gaze, lowered his head as he spoke about how confident he was.

At the same time, snoring broke out everywhere.

Nangung Xiaohye was trying hard to pretend not to notice, and Zhuge Yan shook his head. Kwon Moo-jin snorted and Majang Gang made a dumbfounded expression.

In the first place, it seems that he has no idea that in order to be able to say that he is confident in his martial arts skills in this Honam Danga, he has to be at least at the level of Ohwang.

“I see…”

At that time, Dan Woo-hyeon nodded.

The problem wasn’t that I knew how to do a little bit of martial arts, but the problem was that I didn’t know how to do anything else. This is because people naturally tend to consider necessity when looking at other people.

The moment when I was about to open my mouth with a somewhat perplexed expression on my face.

“Tea, I am giving this to you as a way of saying that Shaolin is taking good care of you.” Suddenly, Muho took out a slip from his pocket and handed it to me.

It wasn’t just one or two pennies. Money that could be at least a few thousand nyang. Shaolin must have been short of funds right now, but looking at how much preparation they had made, it was clear that they had gone to great lengths.

Namgungcheon looked at the whole situation with satisfaction.

“…Okay, there is a room in the annex, so you can use it. “It’s better than playing around with nothing to do, so Samtae will take responsibility for the time being.”

“Okay! “I will make you the best servant in the midfield!” Jang Sam-tae made a loud noise and clenched his fist. I even felt like he had a firm resolve, like someone who had decided to keep his word.

Looking at it, Muho broke into a cold sweat.

I didn’t come here to become a slave.

But my mouth wouldn’t fall, so I had no choice but to cry.

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