Login Murim Episode 939
‘That guy…’
Jeokcheongang, who saw a familiar face quickly approaching beyond the thick darkness, captured the energy that was flowing through his whole body.
Because the identity of the unexpected guest is Hyuk Moo-jin?
no.
His appearance was different from usual, it was quite unusual.
It was because I read signs that something was wrong. Huh, black.
Two legs constantly moving and heavy breathing.
His face was sweaty and full of urgency, no matter how long he had been running around.
‘······It looks like something happened.’
Hoping that the ominous intuition that was coming at him at this moment was an illusion, Jeokcheongang opened his mouth towards Hyukmujin, who was momentarily losing his direction and hesitating in the darkness. “Why are you procrastinating so much?”
“Huh. Enemy Daehyeop!”
Hyuk Mu-jin, who came running in a hurry, stopped when he found the palace.
“Mu,Hyeok Mu-jin, the late Moorim scholar…”
Gungseong opened his mouth, blocking the words that were about to be continued with a light gesture.
“Now that we’ve formalized our greetings, let’s start with business.”
“It’s no different, Captain. So, my master told me to bring you two here quickly.”
“You two?”
“yes. I searched everywhere, but there were only two people
I couldn’t find his whereabouts, so I asked my lord, and he told me this place… Suddenly, Gungseong narrowed his eyes.
However, the reason was not because of the discomfort that came from the fact that Jin Tae-kyung, a distant junior, and who was no better than a pit of blood, dared to ask him to come.
“I will tell you the details in person.” “Other people have already gathered.”
Gungseong clicked his tongue slightly at Hyuk Mujin’s next words.
“It seems like something more serious has happened than I thought. “If it’s to the point where I tell them to call not only you but also me.”
Jeokcheongang nodded with a heavy face.
The Jin Tae-kyung he knows may seem a bit out-of-touch, but he is someone who strictly adheres to manners within certain boundaries.
Moreover, it was difficult to guess the extent of the matter to the extent that an outsider would send a subordinate to the palace to ask for it.
一 Unfortunately, I think today’s conversation will have to end here.
A sound that softly penetrates your ears.
Jeokcheongang stared with calm eyes at the calm face of Gungseong, who did not feel the slightest hint of regret.
I guess so. today.
This is an answer that promises the next conversation.
Jeokcheongang, who still had things left to say and questions he couldn’t ask, had no intention of ending everything like this.
I hope next time we can have a more meaningful conversation than today.
However, even in the fierce battle of the Jeokcheon River, the palace did not lose its composure throughout.
That might be possible. Even if you are not Lee Da-eum, there are many opportunities in the future.
What is that:
It was the exact moment when Cheon-kang was about to continue speaking after being stopped by an answer filled with many meanings.
Food is great.
The powerful sound of flapping wings suddenly echoing above your head.
‘That’s it.’
I could see Jeokcheongang clearly when I raised my head.
No, it was the same for Gungseong, who moved at the same time, as well as Hyuk Mujin, who accidentally followed their gaze.
Shhh!
Above the distant sky, dozens of birds flying across the dark sky.
The sight of birds flying in groups in different directions, as if they had been thoroughly trained, was reflected in their eyes.
“Jeon Seo-eung (傳書廣)
Jeokcheongang, who moaned like a moan, felt a corner of his heart becoming heavy.
The fact that so many precious Jeonseoum, which were not ordinary Jeonseogu, were sent away means that the imperial family of a great country was on the move.
Perhaps because of the news delivered by his disciple.
‘What on earth is going on?’
At least one thing is certain. There is no time to hesitate anymore. “Take the lead. hurry.”
The night was too dark for Neil■ to be bright. Before I knew it, an invisible commotion was sweeping the imperial palace.
“What happened?”
Those were Jeokcheongang’s first words that struck me like the wind, and instead of answering, I held out what I was holding in my hand.
s
Jeokcheongang’s eyes sank deeply as he looked at the several sheets of paper that were shiny with oil.
“Jeonseo (傳書)?”
When it comes to age, you are second to none in the world.
As is the case with Noh Kang-ho, who knows exactly what the paper is, he took the stack of paper I handed him and quickly scanned it.
And before the sound of chon-gak (寸刻) passed, I raised my head.
With a face as hard as a rock
“Is everything written here… true?”
If it had been about an hour before the meal, I probably wouldn’t have even heard Jeokcheongang’s voice.
Because it was such a hectic situation. However, now that the situation has been explained to the Hwaryonggak members and general information has been delivered to Hongjin and Geoncheonggung, I try to remain calm.
I was able to answer.
Of course, even that answer was as hazy as fog.
“I do not know.”
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“What is that!”
“To be precise, nothing has been confirmed yet. but,······
I continued speaking while looking at the frozen Jeokcheongang, the palace staff who were finally reading the scriptures, and the Hwaryongak members gathered inside the hall.
“Jeongboho is quite credible” “What is the basis for that?”
This time it is a palace. As she put down her book, her eyes became more serious than ever.
“No, who sent this message before?”
“We don’t know that either. “The only thing is that he is someone who holds a fairly high position in Dark Heaven.”
“How could such a person treat you…
Gungseong, who had been talking for a while, suddenly let out a sigh.
“It wasn’t sent to you from the beginning.”
Accurate.
The person who sent this letter must have written it down for the purpose of conveying information to someone other than me.
“no way?”
I nodded towards the Jeokcheon River, whispering lowly as if I was talking to myself.
“you’re right. “It is one of the items kept by the Dongcheon Demon Lord.”
“······!”
“······!”
The Jeokcheongang River and the royal palace’s Eundongja were greatly opened.
The Hwaryongak members, who already knew the general situation before they arrived, also could not hide their agitation.
This was a natural reaction for anyone who had ever read the contents of those books.
Tens of thousands of people on those four or five sheets of paper that haven’t yet gone greasy. No, because it contained information that could possibly affect the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.
And one of them lies at my feet right now.
Tuk
A bell picked up with trembling fingertips
At the same time, the first four letters that stick in your eyes.
‘The world of mountain destruction (山西滅計).’
In an unknown time in the past, someone who wrote this war was speaking to the Dongcheon Demon Army.
It is said that before the Chongyang Festival, Amcheon’s main force will cross the vast northern grasslands and invade Shanxi Province.
Crackling.
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, swallowing the moan that was about to burst out.
If, if this information is true
‘Only 15 days.’
That was the time remaining until Chongyang Festival.
Shanxi Province. No, there is time left for Taewon Jinga.
* * *
Peace and conflict are best friends.
Even in times of peace, big and small conflicts break out somewhere in the world, and even in the chaos of war, someone enjoys peace.
Even after the fierce and long period of military conflict and the birth of a great nation that achieved the feat of unifying the world, this fact did not change.
It has been that way, it is that way now, and it will be that way in the future.
And if one had to choose the place where the most constant strife took place in this vast world, it would be none other than the northern grasslands. A place full of grass, dirt, and horses.
A place where flying animals swim in the blue sky during the day, and wild animals that hide themselves in the dark at night wander around looking for corpses.
Before the era of military leaders.
The descendants of the nomadic people who had once conquered vast territories and claimed to be masters of the world were still living there.
Not in a fancy palace or high walls, but in a ger made of cloth and grass, with the horses I had been with since they were toddlers.
But at the same time, the glory of the brilliant past achieved by our great ancestors was slowly being forgotten.
“hmm. Not bad. No, it’s great.”
The man, with a satisfied voice, continued to drink his drink.
Like most nomads, he shaved his head cleanly and wore a long pigtail at the back, but his majestic physique and golden crown on his forehead made him stand out more than anyone else.
No, it certainly would have been so if it weren’t for the other man sitting at the head table next to him.
“Temur, my brother, have you forgotten that too much of anything can be poisonous?”
Deep-looking eyes and a slender physique.
A golden crown with two horses engraved on it was also placed on his forehead as he clicked his tongue slightly as he looked at Temur, the great man sitting next to him.
“You are right, Chingen. “It’s always been that way.”
Temur nodded, looking at Gen Qing, a man with a disapproving look, and smiled, showing his yellow teeth.
“But know one thing. “Alcohol is a medicine in itself and can never be a poison.”
“Oh my, Temur”
“Instead of doing this on a nice day, why don’t we have a drink together? huh?”
Temur poked Chingen’s waist as he nodded, then raised the glass in his hand and shouted.
“What do you think, brothers of the proud plains!”
Wow!
As hundreds of warriors gathered in the huge ger responded with cheers, Temur laughed.
“Yes, it should be like this!”
He was truly happy at this moment.
It was only two years ago that Temur once led a tribe of tribesmen that were smaller than the number of warriors gathered in this ger.
But what about now?
Wearing a crown made of gold. Instead of the horse milk liquor (horse oil liquor) that he boiled after milking the horses with his subordinates, he drank a large amount of famous liquor (named M) from the distant central plains.
Hearing all the cheers pouring in towards him.
“Long live Temur Khan! Long live Chingen Khan!”
“Please enjoy heavenly life!”
Cannes.
The ruler of the vast grasslands,
A king with horses and warriors.
What a pleasant sound this is. The title that was once just a dream is now his.
The two brothers, who had been through life, death and ups and downs together since childhood, were finally able to earn the title of Khan by bringing peace and prosperity to the never-ending strife in the plains.
“Can you hear their cries? huh? “Are you listening clearly?”
Temur, who was hanging out with the warriors, filled Chingen’s empty drinking cup.
The silver drinking cups, which were not carved from wood or animal bones but brought in from the central plains, were shining brightly and reflecting the faces of the two people.
The contrasting faces of Temur, who was smiling, and Chingen, who looked clearly uncomfortable.
“Of course I’m listening. But now is not the time to laugh and talk, Temur.”
“Oh my, you’re doing it again. “Where is the right time to laugh and talk?”
“Brother, didn’t I send a messenger to tell you the news?”
“Oh, you mean that? “I heard.”
Temur continued speaking while chewing the meat.
“But don’t worry too much. Even though we have become Khan, the grassland is wide. “There’s nothing we can do about what happens in places we can’t reach.”
Of course, Temur knew it too.
The fact that a small number of scouts went missing, and that several conflicts broke out in the westernmost grassland.
However, from Temur’s perspective, it was nothing special.
It’s impossible to forget the pleasure of this moment
“Now, worried brother. “Let’s empty the glass first and then talk.”
The moment when Temur smiled brightly and offered Jingen a drink again. fluttering.
A cold wind laden with sand dust pushed open the entrance to the ger.