Infinite Level up in Murim Chapter 189

Episode 52. spring again, and… … . (One)

Even mountains and rivers change in ten years.

The mulberry field becomes the blue sea.

Grass grows on the walls of the castle.

At least ten years to hundreds of years, all of them are words that show the power of time. But in recent years… … .

Those words were ruthless to the point of being colorless. Because from time to time, extraordinary things happened that would change the world.

Doesn’t a big wave strike during the rainy season in southern Manchuria, doesn’t a great flood happen in winter in the north, or doesn’t a major earthquake occur in Honam, which has been quiet for thousands of years?

All of which are difficult to find.

The cataclysms that are difficult to mention were shaking the whole world.

Then, what about Gangho?

What about Moorim Kangho?

It has been several years since the words Baekjae, Thirtypa, and Tenpae were coined.

Moorim, where these selfish talent holders continue to appear and play an active role, along with their growth, the clans belonging to them were constantly being called up.

In the end, expansion has no choice but to collide with the expansion next to it. … .

Murim Ganghoman was facing the most peaceful period in history.

To the extent that Sama Jeong cooperated with all her might. Enough to hold the largest martial arts competition in history, encompassing not only the midfielder but also the outside world.

That must be the reason.

The water of the whole river was flowing calmly in one place.

Where?

here.

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West Coast.

There is a vast wilderness called Pyeongpyeong-no (Pyeongpyeong-no) in a place about ten li to the north.

As the name suggests, it is flat. It was so flat that it was difficult to find even a single blade of grass. It was a wilderness where there were almost no human beings or animals.

I did.

It wasn’t a wasteland now, and even less was it a void.

Non-stage (比武臺).

No, no. Can they really be expressed in simple words like non-stage?

The east-west width reached a whopping 100 pages, and the length of the north-south section was equal to 100 pages. It is said that the height is only one jang lower than that, but each one was at a level that could be called a parade ground.

Considering that the material of the stand was cut from a cube of blue stone, one piece on each side… … .

I don’t know, but in the history of Gangho, there must have been no stage like this grandiose.

More important fact.

It was the fact that there were as many as 50 such non-stages installed.

In addition, hundreds of temporary training stages were being built all over the flat field, and a super-large stage with 300 front, rear, left and right sides was being built exclusively for the finals.

Is it because all the powerhouses, including the Demonic Cult and the Apostles First Reunion, put in people from both sides of the unity? All the work was proceeding with unparalleled speed and smoothness, and the unfinished buildings were expected to be completed sooner or later.

Huge structures built in such a wasteland.

Together with all of this, it is named.

It’s Taesam Daejeon.

And in the middle of it, stood a tower so high and elaborate that it was hard to believe that it was built temporarily.

Taesamjonggak (太三鐘閣).

It was a specially designed pavilion that encompassed the capabilities of the Murim League, Oh Ryong Society, Justice League, Demonic Cult, and Sado First League, for the general management and supervision of Taesam Daejeon.

It was a building that far exceeded the present age, with a gate that could run in all directions between the stages built radially with Taesamjonggak at the center, a steel drum on top of it, and a five-story building on top of it.

On top of the spire soaring like a poke on the roof of the top.

A middle-aged man in a school uniform, wearing a shirt and clothes, stood precariously.

Jegal Chong, that was him.

Pollock Pollock Pollock, he deflected the stinging spring sunlight with his fan, looking far away in the direction of Xi’an. Watching a group of people approaching the flat field, he brushed his lips rough with a fan and threw a question.

“Do you know who they are?”

From the inside of the iron drum below, an old answer quickly came up.

“Aren’t they the backwaters of the first series of apostles?”

back wave. In other words, it means the late index from the First Ryeon of the Apostles.

“You are truly a genius. You still don’t know anything.”

Slowly, Gija Cheon came out of the iron drum and climbed onto the bell.

“What exactly is Reporter Chun? Fortress, this book is all it takes.”

Gija Chun watched the young people from the Sado First Ryeon who were entering Taesamdaejeon one after another and pulled out a book from his bosom.

“Over there, the hairy Guwaheum of Haesabang, and the dark half-haired under the eyes behind it is the god of Hungsalsa… … .”

Haebang, Hyeongsalsa, etc. were all giant clans affiliated with Sado First Ryeon. However, there was no obligation or need for Chun Gi-ja to know all of their identities.

Nevertheless, Gija Chun easily listed the origins and names of all the late Jisoo on the Sado First Ryeon side.

The title of the book containing all of them was, of course, <Sinmurimseoyeolrok>—although it has already been revised several times.

“Whoops. Then, I will correct it to say that it is indeed Shin Moorim Seoyeolrok.”

Deng, a tiny echo.

Chun Gi-ja, lightly tapping the bell, climbed up to the roof in the blink of an eye. Then he landed right under the spire.

“then. Is it really worth listening to? This one volume contains all the blood, sweat, and tears of the best young men in the river.”

“Where would the present be? In fact, the goal of this Taesamdaejeon is to be the first to be stuffed into that book.”

With the opening of Taesamdaejeon imminent, the news of the winning prize also spread throughout the midfield with wings.

Gongqing Petroleum (空靑石油), a rare elixir that instantly increases internal energy if melted properly.

One of the 10 treasures in the world, the fire-fighting sword.

The Taesamhwa Peace Plaque (太三和平牌), a symbol of Jeongsama peace, was produced in commemoration of the Great War of Taesam.

Above all, the honor of being the best integrated master of the next Jeongsama,

“Park Je-ra. Hee hee hee, it’s a word that really suits you.”

Going beyond being included in the <Shin Moorim Seo Yeol Rok>, the dream of strong youths, to engrave their names for the first time on the first page of the newly produced supplementary book <The Hall of Moorim>.

Reporter Chun smiled broadly and looked around at the participants who entered Taesamdaejeon one after another.

A truly exotic view that takes place in the realm of the political faction.

It was easy to guess how much of a privilege it was to be the first to be listed in the <Moorim Hall>, how much the hearts of the young people who were now in the Moorim were wriggling, just by looking at the various outfits of not only the youth over there, but also other up-and-coming masters flocking to it.

Far beyond the eastern tip, Jeolhae Altitude.

Beyond the western edge, the Great Desert.

Beyond the southern periphery, Mandok Marsh.

Far away from the northern wall, a snowy field.

Indeed, beyond Sima Jeong, young people from all walks of life were also flocking to it.

The Taesamdaejeon, originally planned for the peace of Jeongsama, was confirmed to include the participation of large Saeweimuram forces such as the North Sea Ice Palace the year before last, and expanded into the world’s first war in name and reality.

Finally, last year, due to a grand compromise between Sima Jeong and other representatives, young people between the ages of 20 and 35 were able to participate in the Taesamdaejeon finals through preliminaries held in various places.

“I’m afraid that if the old man exaggerates a little, he will pee. Aren’t you like that too?”

As the first series of apostles and new and emerging masters appeared one after another, the airflow across the flat field was constantly fluctuating.

As Jegalchong also watched it, he noticed that chicken meat was sprouting on his forearm… … It was truly unprecedented.

Jegal Chong swept his arm with a fan and smiled.

“I have never drawn a map on a futon in my life. ha ha ha.”

“You are good, you bastard.”

Cheon Gi-ja, who brushed his white sideburns for a moment at the cheeky look of Jegal Chong, soon had a complicated feeling flow out of his deep eyes.

“What is so great about them? Isn’t every single thing on the same level as the Murim that Nobu has seen and experienced?”

“The Yangtze River pepper and zucchini. It is the most representative proverb from ancient times to truth.”

Yangtze River Hulangqiu Exhibition.

The back wave of the Yangtze River pushes out the front wave.

“Representative. yes. The old man goes and the new man comes, the old era goes and the new era comes. It’s a very natural thing. But these days.”

wheein-. A sudden strong wind blows and further tangles Cheon Ki-ja’s tangled beard.

“That word feels strangely unnatural… … Is the old lady strange?”

Zhuge Chong stopped the fan with his eyes shining.

“no.”

“yes? It’s not that the old woman is strange.”

“Because the wind of a generational change is irrationally strong, some even call the current generation a generational revolution.”

“It’s a generational revolution.”

Chun Ji-ja’s eyes scanned the Taesamdaejeon Field, which was seething with revolutionary fervor, and continued talking.

“It must be difficult to find a suitable phrase.”

The momentum exuded by the first series of apostles and the later exponents of the new generation was truly one of a kind.

“As for the strong player over there, the back wave has already completely taken over the front wave.”

The other side of the river, in other words, the side other than the apostle and the bird.

He lightly touched the Hakikseon, which had stopped the Jegal Chong, over his eyebrows and smiled.

“ha ha ha. Wouldn’t that be the same for us?”

Correspondingly, reporter Chun also twisted his lips without knowing it and made a laugh.

“Indeed, it is. I’ve been watching them since they were little, and they seem to be much bigger than Nobu expected.”

“haha.”

“Cluck. When those five guys had accidents at the Moorim University building, I was worried that they would act as human beings, but now that they are active in important positions in the Moorim League, how could Nobu have guessed?”

Jang Ki-hu became the deputy head of Jiwoongdang, Cheon Suso became the deputy head of the Cheonmu Destruction Demon League, and Alabongdae and Kigimong also took on important roles in the Book Master Exhibition.

It was.

Jang Ki-hoo, Cheon So-so, Alabongdae, and Ki-gi-mong, who were troublemakers, were now definitely the backbone of the Moorim Alliance.

Jegalchong looking down at Taesamdaejeon in the distance.

“I didn’t know that they would be established so quickly and so firmly.”

“That’s how talented these kids are. There is no one more qualified for this generation revolution than those children. Hee hee.”

Reporter Chun glanced further toward Taesamdaejeonjang and asked abruptly.

“But guys… … no. Why can’t I see not only them, but also the children of the political faction?”

“Everyone will be participating in the regional qualifiers.”

“Ah, it was. You must die when you are old. This guy’s forgetfulness, tsk tsk.”

The regional preliminaries on the political faction side were scheduled to start later than the Demonic Cult, the First League of Apostles, and the outsiders.

Named after the First World War.

And since the 1st Taesamdaejeon has not yet begun, the finalists of the political faction have not yet appeared here.

“By the way, what is he doing these days?”

Gnome.

Chun Gi-ja, who expressed him with words that have now become perfectly synonymous with shortness, immediately continued.

“It has already been six years. Where the hell is that guy and what is he doing, he’s a Genji who hasn’t even been seen in the Murim League for six years.”

A strange laugh formed from Jegalchong’s mouth. Then, he took out a box of letters marked Lv. from his bosom and held it out to reporter Cheon.

“This is a letter recently given to me by a person named Leobeol Sangdanju.”

“Acting Löbeol Sangdanju?”

The recent overflow of talented people was not limited to the existing Moorim world.

Indeed, talented people with various talents appeared and were active in various fields.

Haomun’s Gonbung, Sangsanpyo’s Hongsongdae, Nanginwang Ryu Ilsaeng, Hyeonhyeon fleet’s Hyeonseok, and-.

“The Rebel Corps that Nobu knows about?”

Loebol Corps.

As soon as it appeared like its name, it is a tremendous group of merchants who are conquering the central plains like lightning.

Reporter Chun tilted his head, sweeping away the tangled white salt.

“Yes, Yunran from the Rebel Corps visited me a while ago.”

“huh? Isn’t Yoon Ran not the owner of a rebellious company?”

Jegal Chong shook his head.

“It wasn’t. He handed over the letter, saying that he was only an acting head of the upper rank, not the head of the upper rank.”

“Anyway, why are you showing me this letter? I asked where he was.”

“If you look, you will know.”

Reporter Chun, who folded the wrinkles between his foreheads, immediately opened his letter.

Wrinkles piled up one by one between his white rice as he read, and after reading the last line, he quickly pushed all the wrinkles up in reverse.

“one year?”

“Yes, he disappeared a year ago.”

“Is that him?”

“Yes, it’s been over a year since I lost contact with Dan Yoo-seong.”

“where?”

While doing so, he turned his head back to the calligraphy office, and two letters came into his eyes.

Sichuan.

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hour.

He’s a chatterbox who tells everything without asking.

Pogrure-.

As the years go by, rings grow on trees and wrinkles on people’s faces.

Spring has come again.

I am… … .

Pogrure-.

I was examining my body while taking a final half-bath.

There were no growth rings or increased wrinkles, and rather, the densely carved scars had disappeared neatly, without a single speck.

Rather, it tells us about the exhausting past.

How many times have you escaped?

I think I counted three times.

Well, it doesn’t matter. Because it wasn’t that important anyway.

I just continued to reflect on myself that had changed over the past time.

“Check my status window.”

whiz-.

Lv. ??? [short oil]

26 years old.

Strength (manifestation stage ???): ???/???

Stamina (body modification ??? level): ???/???

Dexterity (manifestation stage ???): ???/???

Brain power (mind remodeling stage ???): ???/???

Energy: ???Year/???

Criticality: ???%

Knockback Chance: ???%

Airborne Chance: ???%

Status Abnormality: Mysterious (不可思議)

A translucent window opened with a sound like a bee rubbing its wings. The letters on the damn window show the changed state at a glance.

A feast of countless ???.

My eyes went through them and got to the bottom and stuck.

‘It’s a mystery.’

Did you do that to Gonbung before?

A five-year-long single-road maze that stretches all over the country has begun.

Fuu, I thought I had broken through the maze with my own efforts.

It went through ‘unknown’ and became ‘incomprehensible’, and now it is in a state of mystery.

Unfathomably strange and bizarre, I meant something like that, maybe.

Well, actually, the whole process so far was unfathomable, strange, and bizarre, so now I have to do it.

“We open the warehouse.”

Woo woo woo woo-.

The scene darkened, the status window closed, and the [warehouse] opened.

A world of white around us.

It’s better than me to be directly hit by the flow of time.

It was lined all over, like a spider’s web, and it looked like a tree ring with countless wrinkles. Then, all the objects that were filling it up filled my field of vision.

Of course, all of these things were obtained after being dragged around by the ends of fate and [mission].

past life.

<Heogongrok> and all kinds of experiences and realizations in the memory of Ambassador Hyohyo.

And it is also the result of his efforts, interpreting and carrying out the contents of the numerous recipes he left behind.

Ah well, to sum it up, I did a lot of work backwards, went through a lot of incidents, and just made it to death, so it’s an accumulation of side effects.

Starting from the [Ghost Palace], I got to the ax that I got right before I reached Mount Amisan, [Ghost Face Magician], by the time I reached my head.

Adudeuk pogeudeuk.

The sound coming from the back of the mountain made of gems catches my ears.

Puss, a sudden snort.

When I first got the [Warehouse], only 10 lines were drawn and I was alone in this [Warehouse] world.

As we moved toward the jewel mountain, the beyond came into view. There was a hill made of fish bones, and a guy buried in the pile peeks up this way.

“Hi-goo, I eat it sparingly.”

It was Chong, a ten thousand years old man who had regained his unparalleled handsome appearance in <Heo Gong Rok> before he knew it. He stuck out his tongue, then buried himself in the mountain of fishbones again.

“Kiss kiss kiss.”

… … just eat Kiss kiss.

My attention turned to the mountain of main soldiers piled up behind it this time.

Clumps of empty jars. More precisely, dozing off in a soldier’s position on top of it,

“Heyguu, did you go all the way to Dongying (東瀛, Japan) and drink all the [Shinseonju (神仙酒)] you managed to collect?”

The Juju guy who has almost recovered his appearance at the end of <Heo Gong Rok>.

Knock knock. When I petted him with my feet (?), he gave me a pitter-patter with a tiger claw on his back in return.

If you couldn’t evolve the [Golden Bell Bird (金鐘?)] to the [Golden Steel Buddha (金剛不壞)], you’d be bleeding on your back, right? rotten guy

Even after that, I continued to walk in the [warehouse] world.

Looking at each step, each object, the hardships, hardships, and pains of the past that cannot be fully described in words pass by like a kaleidoscope.

It’s not because it’s me, it’s what I did, it’s not because it’s what I’ve done or what [missions] I’ve done, but I really want to spend every day frugal enough to be distracted.

Jungwon, Chungcheong, Dongyeong, Seojang, Namman, and even Arasa (鵝羅斯, Russia), from end to end of the world.

A thought that suddenly came to mind.

If my feet were soaked with ink, my footprints would have been left all over the world.

I am proud to say that I have been to almost all of them.

I wandered the ice plains of the Arctic, swam in the stormy sea, and explored the southern bays.

However, this is really… … .

I closed [warehouse].

The real world unfolded again.

As I looked around the place where I was now, I suddenly felt a strong wind coming out of my nose. Even the wind from the nose must have been so terrible that most Murim people could have turned it into a well-cooked barbecue.

‘It was hell at first.’

Pogrure-.

Even now, the sea under your feet is creating a riot of bubbles the size of a child’s head. This place feverishly vomits super-high-temperature liquid that can easily melt even a railroad in its many years… … .

A lava field that has descended thousands of sheets below Mt. Amisan in Sichuan Province.

More precisely… … .

It is the colony of Mannyeonhwari, which has been told only as a legend for tens of thousands of years.