Chapter 468
Koo-goo-goo, kwaaaa!
It was a storm like no one had ever experienced.
Every time thunder roared with a thunderclap, the raindrops intensified, and the river flowed violently.
And there was one ship that tried to go against all of that.
“To port!”
At the shout of Moosong, a fire fighter who exploded from the stern of the ship, which was shaking like a willow leaf in front of a raging wave, the pirates of Suryongchae gnashed their teeth.
“Ei-i-i-ik!”
“Keep stirring! I mean, give your ass all your strength and stir!”
“The one who spreads from now on is each misunderstanding later! what is that, yes! I will punish you with a slap!”
“Aaaaaaa!”
All of them are excellent sailors with thick bones.
However, despite Musong’s skillful command and the bandits’ efforts to raise their strength, the worst weather they had ever experienced did not allow the ship to enter any more.
Quaaaaaa! thud!
The sail, which was inflated to the point of tearing, could not overcome the force of the wind and was pushed away, and piles of stones, large and small, flew in from all directions and hit the deck.
A look of astonishment flashed in Fu Song’s eyes at this unbelievable sight.
‘What!’
What he learned from his teacher, the King of the Seas
was not only martial arts.
No, rather than martial arts, I first learned how to maneuver various ships, predict the weather, and read the waterways.
Musong was a sailor before he was a Murim, and there are few enemies who follow an incompetent captain.
The little boy who longed for the Yangtze River became an excellent captain that even old sailors acknowledged. Even the desolate teacher, who lacked even the slightest hint of friendship between the priests, said this.
‘Sorry. Your reading mind and incompetence (武)
If 才) had been half as good at handling a boat, he could have taken the place of your death penalty.’
The Yangtze River Channel Alliance cannot be owned by two people.
After designating his first disciple as the successor, King Sang sent Musong to Sichuan, and Musong, who built the Suryongchae, soon rose to prominence and took control of the Yangtze River in Sichuan at a young age.
However, even for such Musong, it was the first time he had ever seen a scene like this.
Perhaps the same was true of his teacher, the King of the Seas, and the old pirates who retired after living as sailors all their lives.
‘Obviously it wasn’t like this when we left the tributary of the Yangtze River. But how… … !’
The reason was simple.
Changes in the weather that can be astonishing even if they are not sudden.
The place where they are now is none other than Dong Tong Lake.
Receiving a sudden call from the Zhuge Wind, Mu Song selected the most skillful subordinates to cross the Cheonryong Pond, and immediately proceeded to Dongdong Lake inquiring about Jin Taegyeong’s whereabouts.
And not long after, they encountered a storm that could only be seen in the middle of the sea.
‘Is this possible? Also in Tong Ting Lake?’
Hubei’s climate is generally warm. The amount of precipitation is evenly distributed every year, and although the Yangtze River sometimes overflows, it is not severe and rather serves as a driving force to create a fertile grain belt.
Dongho Dong? Three fingers in the world
It’s the size that fits inside, but it’s still a lake.
No matter how bad the weather is, it is worse than the current of the Yangtze River, and it is ridiculous compared to the whirlpools of the erratic sea.
I definitely thought so. At least until two o’clock.
‘It wasn’t like this when I first launched the boat.’
I didn’t have too many worries. It was impossible to move the Kwai ship to Dongdong Lake, which did not connect with the Yangtze River by sea, so they rented a small merchant ship and went to the place where Jin Tae-gyeong and his party were heading.
No, I was going to move on.
However, unlike the beginning, the closer we got to our destination, the worse the weather got.
As if crossing an invisible line, strange phenomena that could not be seen in the lake were happening everywhere.
woo oh oh
A waterspout rising with the sound of a frightening wind.
As it approached the merchant ship, blocking the narrow width, a groan escaped from between the teeth of Fusong’s evil gate.
“Such a dog thing… …
If you get caught up in that, it’s the end. Even if it crossed the Yong Oreum, it would not last long with a merchant ship with poor durability.
Conflicted between the safety of his subordinates and his desire for revenge against Amchun who killed Jang Kang Il Do, he finally opened his mouth.
“I’m sorry, but it seems like this is the end.”
An old voice answered.
“Suffice.”
and the next moment.
Pod!
After the fusong, the small new model, which was holding the center without shaking an inch, stepped on the mast and soared.
He broke through the raging rain and wind and rushed toward the dragon uphill, clenching his fists.
oh oh oh
A gust of wind enveloped his age-stained fist. The air stopped moving, and not even a drop of wind and rain dared to touch it.
And at the tip of that fist, there was a fear that would burn everything.
“Get out of here.”
With a voice like boiling lava, the King of Fire, Jeokcheongang, threw out a fist.
The Divine Power of Extinction.
The next moment, Fusong and Sujeok could see clearly.
The sight of flames rising from fists turning into fire dragons and biting Yongoreum’s waist.
The whirlwind of water collapsed in an instant and all the moisture evaporated. A waterspout approaching the merchant ship with ten thousand pounds of power turns into thick steam and covers the surroundings like fog.
Right then.
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Fain!
Steam dispersed with a heavy pore sound.
Standing tall while stepping on the air, Jeokcheongang looked down at the merchant ships. An unusual, deep voice leaked from his lips.
“What, hurry up and don’t follow me.”
It was done to Fu Song and the bandits under his command.
It was not a word. Their roles were decided from the beginning, and they did their part well enough.
The upcoming battlefield… … It is a place reserved only for the truly strong.
Then, receiving everyone’s attention, one person stepped forward.
“One Weidao River. Shaolin’s Dharma master also used reed leaves to cross the river, so it would be better to come down without wasting energy from now on.”
A dry voice with no emotion at all.
Bright and warm until recently
Nowhere can we find the image of a boy medical student taking care of the sick.
As Musong and the Sujeok flinched and moved out of the way, Mungyeong clicked his tongue inwardly.
‘worker bee. Like this unskilled disciple. In the end, it turned out just as you wanted.’
He lived as a medical student for over forty years.
He treated and cared for the sick with the hands that had taken over a thousand lives.
Instead of a demon head, he caught a plague, and although he earned the false reputation of trust, he never took possession of wealth or coveted reputation.
It was just an atonement, a promise.
But now, the stone pagoda in the depths of his heart, built up for decades as a medical student, has collapsed.
No, maybe the stone pagoda collapsed on the day when I boarded the ship leaving Sacheon.
‘This is also the path Nobu chose. How can I blame others?’
A middle-aged man in a tangled literary suit appeared behind him as he stepped forward laughing.
“This junior will also go with the seniors.”
Mungyeong answered in a dry voice to the words of the Jegal style of Waryonggaek, the head of the Jegal family.
“Of course it should. If not, why would he bring such a load as you?”
“You have a knack for making people feel ashamed.”
Mungyeong deliberately frowned. Compared to himself, he had no intention of listening to the babbling of his own style, which was no better than a lump of blood.
“Stop the bullshit and get up.”
“You look down on this junior. Even if my realization is not as good as that of other family heads of the five generations, my gong power is… …
“I brought you here for a reason. If martial arts were given priority, I would rather bring the shaman’s Hyeongong (玄 空), that child. But wouldn’t one of them have to stay there?”
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Hyeon Gong Jin-in is a master of distribution standing shoulder to shoulder with the long-time writers of the Gupailbang.
Mungyeong’s words and actions calling Hyungong Jinin, an elder respected in Moorim, as a child, startled Musong and his subordinates, who had not been able to accurately identify him, except that he was a master of the Banrohwandong.
“Hup!”
“I-I wonder who he is… … .”
However, Mungyeong had neither the time nor the intention to answer.
As he stretched out his hand, a Zhuge-style new model was dragged along.
Mungyeong, who held the head of the Jegal family at the time like no one else, lightly stepped on the deck and soared like a bird.
green onion
A secret yet perfectly expressed divine law.
There was not a single person left on the ship who could recognize the ghost phantasm that had reached its peak.
Leaving them gaping open, Moon Kyung’s new model folded the space and fired.
“Is this the right direction?”
Cheak
Two swiftly stepping on the river. No, three new ones.
To Jeokcheongang’s question, Jegalpung, who was hanging by Mungyeong’s hand, answered.
“If it’s as Seon Hwa-ah told me, I just need to move straight ahead.”
“Are you sure?”
“of course. but… …
“but?”
After a moment of hesitation, Zhuge Poong continued.
“It is still unknown whether there will be a Jin Sohyup there.”
“There is, obviously.”
Jeokcheongang immediately shook his head. It was a tone close to certainty.
“Weather like now… It’s no coincidence. Something unknown has come here, and it’s clear that Taekyung is targeting that child.
“It is too early to conclude. The first thing to do is to figure out what it really is.”
At Mungyeong’s words, Jeokcheongang groped in his arms without realizing it.
I grabbed something sharp like a sword and hard like armor.
When Mungyeong first brought it and showed it to the two of them, neither Jeokcheongang nor Zhugegalpung could believe it’s identity.
‘What is it? What the heck is going on?’
It was just at that time when the speed of crossing the river increased with the technique of deungpyeongdosu (登萍 渡水), as much as the anxiety rapidly inflated in the old chest.
Kwakwagwagwagwang!
The three of them opened their eyes wide at the raging rain and wind and the tremendous roar that came through the thick fog.
“This… …
A thunderclap reverberated from the sky
it was
The black sky that stretched over their heads was still, and the tremendous roar from a moment ago was clearly heard from hundreds of miles ahead.
“These guys-!”
The new model of Jeokcheongang, which roared loudly, was the first to be fired, and Mungyeong, who held on to her wind, followed suit, and the water split on both sides.
But before the fire and clock passed, the three of them had no choice but to stop at the same time.
I”
The shock was so great that no one could open their mouths.
He didn’t even have to come close to confirm his identity.
The three of them stood still, speechless at the identity of that thing that finally appeared in the distance.
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Koo Goo Goo Palace!
The cliff collapses with a roar.
The Mangeun Megalith, which must have been a part of it for hundreds of years, poured down like a shower, and a huge spray of water gushed out.
But none of that mattered.
I looked at it with trembling eyes, raising my body between all of them.
To be precise, the system window that floated above its head.
[Lv.??? Transformed Water God Dragon]
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