The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 406

Episode 406

Jinmu stared blankly at him with a puzzled expression on his face, and the official from his alumni frowned and yelled at him.

“Inom! A mere mubu doesn’t kneel even after seeing the stern desolation!”

“….”

“Looks like your liver has come out of the boat!”

He even puts a bloodstain on his neck.

I wonder if this guy or that guy or that piece of shit is making a fuss to kneel down because it’s so great.

And those who belong to the alumni are usually eunuchs.

First of all, it is the sound of ‘no one’.

I can tell just by looking at her pale, powdered face and her delicate voice like a woman’s.

Like Gal Seong-hyuk, I don’t know why everyone likes him like that… Anyway, to kneel in front of a guy like that?

Even if the emperor himself came and ordered it, let alone a plaque, he would never do it.

“This guy is still!”

“….”

Jinmu doesn’t even move, so the classmate stretches out his hand holding the plaque.

Even if you don’t do that, you can look good.

Do you think that I, who is so young and fresh, has become presbyopic?

No matter what you do, it’s ridiculous. Yes, it’s ridiculous.

“Hey Dopyeong.”

“…yes?”

Not the governor of Northern Riga, not the lord of Northern Liga, but Doping?

Buk-ri Do-pyeong turned his head with an awkward expression at the overly friendly call.

yes what yes Is there another Dopyeong here besides you?

“Did you call because of them?”

“Yes…”

“How many lives does the owner of the Northern family have?”

“…!”

When Jinmu frowned, Bukri Doping bit his lip, wondering what he had done wrong.

The owner of the family representing the Demonic Cult is so stupid.

That’s why I couldn’t become a teacher like my older brother.

“Whose land is this?”

“Now, of course, it is the land of the priest.”

“Then are you close with the coffin? Or are you afraid?”

“…Are you afraid? It doesn’t matter!”

“But why are you letting a guy without me walk around in Cheonsan?”

“….”

“And whenever you are praising the teacher, the person without me is talking nonsense about the future, but do you just stay still? Moreover, he even interfered with having a very important conversation with the previous leader.”

“My thoughts were brief. I will kneel down right now.”

of course.

Of course, I expected that kind of reaction from you, who seemed oblivious but apparently loyal.

but you’re too strong

Let’s see, there’s a guy worth using…

That guy would be enough.

The guy who dug traps and attacked on the way up Cheonsan Mountain.

I still have a long way to go to repay the grudge that almost cost me one of my arms because of you guys.

“Hey, Hwabulyu!”

“…yes?”

No matter how much he defeated himself and became the leader, when he openly called out his name in front of everyone, one of the owners of the Six Houses, Hwabulyu tried to hide his displeasure and answered.

“you do it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you not hear? Bring them in front of me. Get down on your knees.”

“…?”

Am I crazy?

What should I do with the official who came by the emperor’s order?

“Why don’t you like it?”

“It’s not like that, I’m still injured, eh… and the author…”

To escape the current situation, Hwabulyu offered excuses with a puzzled expression.

It wasn’t that the wounds from Jinmu had just healed.

Demonic Cult and Xinjiang.

It had been a long time since the government was afraid of them who had strayed from the realm of the central plains and withdrew their hands, but that place was also the land ruled by the emperor.

Talking about the land of the Demonic Cult is possible only when they do not interfere with each other.

I don’t know what happened, but it was clear that if I insulted an official who had come under the emperor’s order, I would receive the emperor’s wrath and suffer great displeasure.

Even the Demonic Cult, which has been living like a single-minded general, cannot ignore the authority that commands a million gold troops.

That’s why I guided them to the place where Jinmu is located… Are

you trying to put me at the forefront of the traitorous game now?

“Tsk tsk it’s shit, it’s shit. I didn’t even listen to the teacher’s orders. The authority of the head of the Six Houses, the pillar of the Demonic Cult, is very great. This is how I want it…”

When Jinmu openly expressed his disappointment at the curdling Hwabulyu, Bukri Dopyeong twitched around his eyes and shot at the Hwabulyu fiercely.

“Give me an order, sir.”

“no! no.”

“….”

“Hwabulyu you do it.”

damn it There is a guy who does it, but I don’t have to.

Buk-ri Do-pyeong, as well as the owners of other families, were forced to step out of the plate looking at themselves.

Hwabulyu, frowning, reluctantly stepped forward.

“Please understand that there is no choice.”

When Hwabulyu, who expressed regret lightly, stepped forward, the missing person became even more embarrassed and pointed at him.

“These unlearned bastards! To dare to rebel against an official who came under the imperial command, he would certainly plot a rebellion…”

Shu Woo-wook!

Don’t talk, you stupid bastard, just move. fist in

The man without it couldn’t finish his speech.

It was because Hwabulyu was already reaching out with the intention of ending it quickly.

“Inom! You looked down on your classmate’s warrior too much!”

Shuwook Paang!

“…Huh?”

Instead of stepping back, the missing guy who thought he would be subdued in an instant suddenly counterattacked and snapped Hwabulyu’s hand.

swish swish!

Now attack again.

“This guy?”

The face of Hwabulyu, who was pushed away by the unexpected counterattack, sank coldly.

He didn’t want to go out anyway, but he got angry in front of everyone, seeing that he was being pushed back because it wasn’t enough.

Starting with the first attack of Hwabulyu, who blew her body again, the two were entangled in an instant.

However, even in the midst of anger, Hwabulyu kept the circumstances in her hands and did not reveal her skills.

Because I was worried about the future.

Also, the one who didn’t have it couldn’t be easily settled because he did his best in his own way.

Jinmu even ordered a chair to be brought and sat down, resting his chin on it and leisurely watching the two of them.

“Cheongsang-ah.”

“yes?”

Cheongsang, who was far away, ran to Jinmu’s call.

“What kind of drink did you bring?”

“…”

At the words that did not match the situation, Cheongsang held out the bottle in his hand with a humble expression.

I can’t understand the alternatives.

Is the current situation okay?

It’s a fight with the Murim people, so no one can say anything because there is a position of Jinmu, but officials are different.

Furthermore, isn’t it not just a provincial government official, but an official of an alumni who has received an imperial mandate?

“Didn’t you bring snacks?”

“…Be prepared until then.”

“okay. I’m sorry, but I can’t help it.”

“…”

Cheongsang stuck out his tongue as he gulped down the entire bottle and wiped his lips brightly.

But the current situation is one of Jinmu’s favorite things.

Watching a fight with fun that rivals that of the Buddhist scriptures across the river.

How good is it to have strong alcohol in the meantime?

The martial arts used by those who don’t have them must be royal martial arts secretly learned.

If the martial arts of the central plains are largely divided into three categories, magic and jeonggong, sagong, the imperial martial arts were not included in any of them.

It was because it was only used by warriors belonging to the imperial palace who had nothing to do with Murim.

It was only known that it had quite a lot of power, comparable to the battlefield martial arts that military generals learned.

There was no way Jinmu, a naturally-born warrior, would miss such a good sight.

A chance to see with your own eyes the imperial martial arts that you have only heard about… Huh?

Jinmu, who had been looking around for a while, put on an absurd expression and narrowed his eyes, concentrating on the man’s martial arts.

Paaang!

When the two of them shared their hands once, the technique in which the missing person bounced off Hwabulyu’s hand was definitely Taecheongsansoo, if not mistaken.

Although it was only one part of the overall movement, it was definitely it.

How does that guy know the shaman’s leading secret?

The energy you feel is not a good spirit, but an irritating yogi.

Jinmu narrowed his eyes and looked at the two.

Shusuk floats!

“her!”

At one point, Jinmu’s face was stained with absurdity.

look at this

Are you using Shaolin’s banyajang (般若掌)? Come to think of it, the movement of the fingers contains the essence of the volcano plum tree… The footsteps are the Eightfold Eclipse of the Cloud Dragon?

Is this the level that covers all the martial arts of the political faction?

In the past, it was broken up so finely that I couldn’t even recognize it, but maybe it was because I realized Taegeuk, I could tell what kind of martial arts it was and how it was connected just by looking at the shape of my hand.

But all of them were unnatural.

The distortion of the connecting points was so clearly visible that it made my stomach twist.

these crazy people

Could it be that the martial arts of the imperial court were created by mixing all the martial arts of the political faction?

Still, it’s fun to watch.

How did you mix martial arts so skillfully?

“Awesome.”

Hwabulyu That bastard praises out of nowhere and fucks.

Do you think that weaving martial arts is amazing?

But Hwabulyu also had his own thoughts.

It has to end as well as possible.

If you have this level of martial arts, you won’t be in a low position among alumni. There was nothing good about making a fuss.

At some point, Hwabulyu, which had backed away, suddenly politely threw a fist.

“They said that the imperial court martial arts were perfect, but I guess they weren’t wrong. Forgive me for being too eloquent.”

“So are you. It is said that the Demonic Cult placed its name at such a high place in the world of Murim. I am the alumni inspector Gyeryocho. What is your last name?”

“It’s the family head of the black-skinned painter, Hwabulyuyo.”

“Hwabulyu Indeed, the inaction of the one who leads the family. remember my name.”

They played side by side and fell asleep.

In Jinmu’s eyes, both of them only look like children’s play, but they are truly admiring.

At this rate, a bridge between water fish and fish will be established.

“Awesome. Imperial Palace martial arts… I’ve only heard about it, but it’s such a great martial art.”

“…”

A sigh comes out of nowhere.

Did you even see the Cheongsang you believed in?

And that fiendish bastard.

If you show your real skills, it’s already over even if it’s over.

No matter how much he was an alumni official, he was at best a messenger of the emperor.

If Hwabulyu, who was called the Sixth Emperor and reigned as one of the absolute rulers of the Demonic Cult, showed all his skills, there was no way he would be holding on.

It was clear that he was missing one foot.

“Let’s fight again then!”

“Good!”

Unaware that Jinmu was laughing with his mouth open and his fangs exposed, the two posed toward each other with happy faces.

If we leave it as it is, we will surely fight until the sun goes down.

okay. Hwabulyu You bastard took my words up the asshole.

It’s not quite right yet, is it?

The name is the name of the religious leader, so that’s not okay.

I feel the need to set a good example.

Isn’t it the law that if you leave a climber out of the crowd, the aftermath affects everyone?

Useless sprouts should be carefully trodden down before they are properly established to prevent future troubles.

“Cheongsang-ah.”

“yes?”

chin.

When Cheongsang hurriedly accepted the bottle pushed in front of him, Jinmu was already standing behind the Hwabulyu.

uh when?

While Cheongsang blinked his eyes, Jinmu grabbed Hwabulyu by the back and pulled it hard.

wheeik thump.

“Ugh.”

Hwabulyu, who had been thrown backwards while trying to run away and smashed his butt, looked at him with a puzzled expression, but Jinmu looked back evilly and laughed.

“You… you need to talk to me later.”

“…”

Faced with a smile that gave me goosebumps, Hwabulyu looked at Jinmu without even getting up.

“Kyaaak! Twi!”

“….”

“Hey, no guy.”

Gyeryocho’s face contorted at the sight of Jinmu spitting like a parakeet and calling out to him.

The sound of that guy’s no guy.

I know.

No, it’s a fact that everyone in the world knows, but isn’t it a way to get angry if you call a fool a fool?

“What a son of a bitch!”

Gyeryocho, who was Ma Gyo and Nabal and was angry, raised a thick tendon on his forehead and sprayed a powerful Japanese sword he had hidden towards Jinmu.

Whoa! chin.

“…?”

chin?

Gyeryocho looked at Jinmu, who came to him with a puzzled expression and took his hand.

“Where do you recite a sutra in front of Confucius when you’re imitating someone? Taecheong Mountains? I’m fucking sick This is the real Taecheong Sansoo.”

“…Taechung?”

Aww!

In an instant, sparks flew in front of his eyes, filling all the places he could see with Jinmu’s palms.

Clap clap clap clap clap!

Before he had time to come to his senses, a hand flying quickly hit Gyeryocho’s ear so that it caught fire.

Slapping using Taecheong Sansoo.

The viewers felt as if they were right and instinctively grabbed my cheeks.

“This Ino…om! I am the Emperor’s… command…”

“…”

Gyeryocho continued to mutter to the end even after being slapped to the point of being slapped.

Emperor? So what is it?

“You bastard, if you came to tell me the news!”

Fast! dump.

Gyeryocho felt an unbearable jolt in his hamstrings at the swaying feet and quickly knelt down.

“Get down on your knees!”

Float!

The fist, drawn in a large circle, hit Gyeryocho’s head violently.

Quadang!

Gyeryocho, who was thrown headfirst into the ground, passed out with her cheeks swollen red and unable to be recognized.

“Yeah, I have to bow my head like this. Politely…”

“…”

I did it.

After receiving the emperor’s name, he slapped the official who had come to him so that he would become a piece of cake, causing him to faint.

Jinmu, with a satisfied smile on his face, looked at the Hwabulyu, which was still unable to wake up.

“Bulyuya… Shall we talk now?”

“….”

The hellish pain that had been forgotten for a while resurfaced in Hwabulyu’s head.

Oh, how come I forgot the pain I felt then?

That beating that I’d rather die.

And as I was beaten to death, I realized it again.

The former leader, Bukri Docheon, was a truly humane person…