Moon-Shadow Sword Emperor - Chapter 290

Episode 290

‘I don’t know how long it’s been since I last wore a sword.’

I glanced at the sword sheath strapped to my belt and muttered.

The Damro (湛盧) that was previously used was cut in half during the fight with the Blood Flower Witch.

Because it had reached the end of its useful life as a weapon, it was impossible to repair it even if it was taken to a blacksmith shop.

That’s why I brought out the Geogwal (巨闕) that I got from Gija Cheon’s secret place in the past.

One of the five famous swords made by Gu Yazi (歐冶子), like Damro, in his later years.

‘It’ll take some time to get the hang of it.’

Although the maker was the same, even the form did not perfectly match Damro.

Although the overall outline was similar, the length and weight were slightly different.

After savoring my appetite and fiddling with my sword, I let out a small sigh and left the residence.

Several people were gathered in the front yard of the residence.

Cheon Ga-ryeong, who appeared with Master, spoke to me with a slightly flushed expression.

“I heard that Lord Moon himself came by?”

“I’m not sure, but maybe.”

“Where are you now?”

“Aan (雅安).”

“It’s been a while since I last saw you, so I have to say hello.”

A bright and cheerful voice.

He seemed excited at the thought of meeting Hao Wen-ju, whom he rarely met face-to-face even though he was a fellow student.

Tang Seo-yeon, who was watching, blinked with a surprised expression.

I thought perhaps I felt a sense of strangeness in my esteem for Cheon Ga-ryeong.

Hee hee hee!

After boarding the waiting carriage.

I briefly explained the situation to the teacher sitting across from me.

Perhaps because the story had been told beforehand, Master just nodded without much agitation.

Many, many, many.

The sound of the carriage wheels rolling pierced my ears.

I glanced at Cheon Ga-ryeong sitting next to me, buried myself in the backrest, and thought.

‘There may be Cheon Ji-ryeong, but it is unlikely that Hao Wen-ju will do anything foolish.’

There was a need to prepare for an unexpected situation.

If there really was an artifact in Bi-dong that could turn back time, it wouldn’t be surprising if Hao Wen-ju’s eyes rolled back.

Is it possible to go back to the past and start anew?

What a charming story this is.

‘Actually, I don’t mind handing over as many relics as I want, but…’

He didn’t know what people were doing.

Didn’t he try to kill me, who declared that he had no interest in the church, even if it meant executing the second child in his previous life?

It was necessary to keep in mind the case in which Hao Wen-ju resorted to a plan, either for the sake of a suspicious dark spirit or for the sake of extinction.

That’s why I asked my teacher for help.

An ally whose mere presence serves as a powerful deterrent.

Even if Hao Wen-ju stabbed him in the back, he would have been able to deal with it as long as Master was there.

‘I hope the worst situation doesn’t happen.’

* * *

Plain yellow clothing.

A mask that is half black and half white.

Hao Wen-ju, whom I met at the entrance of Bidong, looked no different from the time I saw him before in Honam.

“…….”

“…….”

Master and he stood facing each other with a distance of two feet.

Did you say that Gosu recognizes Gosu?

The gazes of the two absolute masters lingered on each other for a while before dropping.

“I’ll ask you to take care of me.”

“I really need to take care of you.”

Cumbersome procedures such as self-introduction were naturally omitted.

Because they weren’t close enough to form friendships.

“Go in.”

“yes.”

After receiving some light warnings from Damun.

The group stepped inside the entrance shaped like an iron flower.

Torches placed on the wall at regular intervals illuminated the view.

Even though I didn’t really have to stretch my eyes, there was no problem at all in looking around.

It took me a while to walk down the stairs leading to the basement.

A large iron gate blocked the group’s path.

“Please wait a moment.”

Damun, who was walking ahead, touched the left corner of the iron gate here and there.

Soon, the iron door opened with a clanking noise, revealing the gray space beyond.

“and.”

A soft exclamation flowed from Cheon Ga-ryeong’s mouth.

Should we really say that it is Bidong made by Daedo (大盜), the best in the central region?

Its scale and grandeur could not be compared to Cheongija’s monument.

‘You could make a fortune just by removing the nightshades stuck to the ceiling and selling them.’

Bang Cheok-sam and Yeo So-ok, who had been waiting inside, joined the group.

The internal structure of Bidong was extremely complex.

If Seoldusan’s secretariat was Gija Cheon’s living space, this was a space created from the beginning for the purpose of excluding intruders.

A warning message that gives the viewer the creeps. A maze-like tangled road with traps installed here and there.

Even the tombs of ancient royal families would not have had such an ominous atmosphere.

“Is there anything I need to be careful about?”

“Most traps have already been disarmed or destruction laws have been established. “As long as you don’t ignore my warnings or deviate from the route on your own, there will be no danger.”

Damun leads the way as if he is familiar.

Seoyeon Dang, who was standing next to me and walking side by side, gave additional explanations from time to time.

After moving about a few corners, my group and I arrived at the space where the goods and items we had secured so far were gathered.

The middle school students, overwhelmed by the mountain of gold and silver treasures, looked blank.

‘I wondered how many goods a single individual could accumulate, but it is beyond imagination. ‘I’m going to have to go through a lot of trouble to distribute it.’

While the others were preoccupied with the gold and jewels, Damun picked up the chest in the corner and set it down in front of me.

When I opened the lid and checked the contents, my eyes widened.

‘You stole a lot from here and there.’

All of the dozens of books contained in the chest were non-class books containing records of the martial arts exploits of the rise.

Priceless treasures.

In particular, the book with only two letters, Muyeong (無影) written on the cover, clearly contained the sentiment of Muyeong Shintu.

If you make a manuscript and give it to Seo Ho-seon and Jeol Yeong-gaek as a gift, it will be a great help to their growth.

“What’s contained here are elixirs and objects.”

Damwoon’s voice woke me up from my frantic search for the class.

Another chest in his hand contained various items.

Even though my senses were not functioning properly due to internal injuries, I was able to feel the spiritual energy flowing through my skin.

I took out a small wooden box from the chest, opened the lid, and burst into laughter.

The color and size of the elixir inside became familiar to my eyes.

‘Summoning group (小還丹). ‘Did Muyeongsintu even rob the Shaolin Temple?’

Even the Shaolin Temple, the spiritual pillar of the Baekdo Martial Arts and the best martial arts sect in name and reality, seemed unable to stop Muyoungshintu from visiting.

I thought it went well.

I was already worried that the elixir I had given to my teacher as a gift had entered my stomach.

‘I guess I can just get Dok Go-seong to take it.’

I put the items down and closed the lid of the chest again.

Although it is important to know how to distribute the acquired items and where to use them, there were other issues that needed immediate attention.

“…….”

I glanced sideways at Hao Wen-ju, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and shook off his hands.

[You don’t have to worry about distribution issues. There is one thing I want. The goal is to determine the cause of the phenomenon that you and I experienced. I am not particularly interested in the martial arts or gold and silver treasures that Muyeongsintu left behind, so you can keep them all for yourself.] Although his

face was not visible because he was covered by a mask, I could tell from his atmosphere that he was feeling bored.

‘Is it normal?’

The treasures excavated from the ruins would not have been of interest to him.

Because I have full ownership.

After finishing sightseeing, the group headed towards the deep part of the ruins.

“there! “Be careful!”

“How long do you think it will take to resume work?”

“A half hour’s visit will be enough.”

As Damun said, the attack on the final gateway was still in progress.

Dozens of workers were seen carrying dirt and stones.

Hao Wenzhu looked back at Dam Yun and asked.

“Didn’t you say that the attack was at its end? “It looks like the ground has collapsed.”

“…It looks like something went wrong while I was away.”

Damun, who frowned and asked the group for their understanding, approached the workers and asked about the situation.

Some time passes.

He returned with a sigh of relief and briefly explained the situation.

“It seems like one of the people in charge made a small mistake. Fortunately, it is not a big problem and we will be able to proceed with the attack again after the dirt pile is removed.”

“How much longer do you think it will take until the strategy is completed?”

“I think it will probably be completed today or tomorrow, but I can’t guarantee it. “It’s about undoing the strategy created by Reporter Cheon, not anyone else.”

“Reporter Cheon?”

“The person who opened the final gateway to Bi-dong was none other than Reporter Cheon.”

“…!”

Everyone except for the few who already knew opened their eyes wide.

It was amazing.

Reporter Cheon was involved in the production of Bidong here.

Muyoung Shintu and Reporter Cheon.

Since they were two people whose activity periods coincided, it was not surprising that they had contact with each other.

The question was how on earth the two people came to join hands.

Reporter Cheon, a college student, and Muyeongsintu, a thief, joined hands to pursue something.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of discomfort.

“Why are you so sure?”

“As you know, Lord Moon, I have followed Reporter Cheon’s progress. “You can tell the formation he created by looking at it.”

“Right.”

“one more. The purpose of this bidong was not to store stolen treasures. “It’s just a side note.”

“What does that mean?”

“All the experts who participated in the strategy, including me, came to the same conclusion. “The space beyond that line is the real reason why Bidong was created.”

“…!”

Hao Wen-ju and my gaze met in the air for a moment.

I knew it intuitively.

That the cause of the strange phenomenon that he and I experienced is hidden out there.

After finishing his explanation, Damun left to lead the workers again.

An awkward silence fell.

“…….”

They could have waited outside Bi-dong for the strategy to be completed, but no one wanted to leave.

I sat quietly and watched the work for a while.

Unable to overcome boredom, I got up and walked around the large cavity, looking at the writings engraved on the wall.

‘wait.’

I didn’t notice it until just now because I wasn’t paying attention, but not all the words were warnings to intruders.

Among them, there were miscellany whose meaning was unknown, old poems, and passages that could have been written in the scriptures.

As I looked at each one, a strange similarity stood out.

‘Something…’

It felt like it was expressing the author’s feelings.

At first glance, the phrases that seemed to have been engraved with the purpose of scaring off intruders now looked like they were focused on words such as ‘regret’, ‘grievance’, and ‘regret’.

‘Is it just a coincidence?’

Various hypotheses came into my mind and disappeared repeatedly.

Perhaps these words are some kind of signal left behind by Muyeongsintu?

At this time, due to lack of information, a clear answer could not be given.

‘In the end, we have no choice but to wait for Bidong’s strategy to be completed.’