◈ Episode 1. The Little Prince of Madorim
Sacheon-seong, Chungkyung.
A man with a large mole on his chin walks through a complex passage under the hot midday sun.
The man, who was so fierce that he would make way for anyone with just a glare, ran into a small inn on the street.
“Brother! Brother!”
A middle-aged man who had been drinking hard since noon turned his head.
“What’s going on?”
The sharp-eyed man with the moon sword tilted diagonally next to the table was the leader of the Chongqing ronin.
“Now is not the time to be leisurely drinking.”
“what?”
“I came running all the way here, but I’m going to die. Let me just stretch my neck a little and then I’ll explain.”
The spotted man and black-headed man picked up the bottle of alcohol on the table and drank it in gulps as if their throats were burning.
As Heukdoo drank the expensive Yonghwaju in one gulp, the ronin’s eyes grew wide as if they were going to tear.
“I, I, is that kid crazy? Do you know what kind of alcohol that is?”
“That’s something my brother, who participated in the Great Inspection, managed to obtain from Haenam!”
The silent sign raised its hand slightly to stop the excited ronin.
“I will decide whether to kill them or tear them apart after listening to their story.”
Black Head, who emptied the Yonghwaju in one gulp, smiled awkwardly at the ronin’s cold glares.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was that kind of alcohol. Just listen and decide how you want to kill me, as you said, brother.”
“That’s true. What’s going on that’s making such a fuss?”
“Do you remember Choi Lin?”
“Choi Rin?”
One of the Ronin who had been tilting his head opened his eyes wide and asked.
“Choi Rin, the most beautiful woman in Sacheon who went missing about thirty years ago? Are you talking about the daughter of Madorim Taesangrimju Chopyeongcheon?”
“That’s right. That’s Choi Rin.”
Following the conversation between the two, Muk In-pyo spoke.
“She was the best talent in Sacheon, with beauty that rivaled even the best beauty in the world, and with outstanding talent. Why are you suddenly bringing up that woman?”
“Choi Lin’s son has returned.”
Muk In-pyo, who had been responding calmly the whole time, showed a surprised look for the first time.
“What does that mean? Choi Lin had a son? Are you saying that she gave birth to a son without dying in the body of the Heavenly Yin?”
The fact that the Heavenly Sound Body was manifested in Madorim’s Choirin was so well known that there was no one who did not know.
A curse that allows one to display genius-like qualities in anything and learn martial arts, but which causes the blood vessels in one’s entire body to freeze and ultimately lead to death.
It was the first time I heard that she had left behind a son after suddenly disappearing, saying she would travel around the world before she died.
As the Ronins stared at each other in disbelief, Heukdu spoke in a calm, emphatic tone.
“It may be hard to believe, but it’s true. Madorim has been turned upside down.”
The silent sign grabbed the bottle of alcohol like the blackhead from earlier and drank it in one gulp. There was a reason why his throat couldn’t help but get parched.
“Did you happen to learn martial arts?”
Choi Lin, who was praised as the best martial artist in Sacheon. If her son, who inherited her talent, had learned martial arts, he would have grown into a formidable master.
“I don’t know about that.”
The silent sign that led the ronin was able to gain considerable benefit from the great checkpoint that protected them and establish themselves here.
The emergence of a new master could be bad news for the Great Swordsman, who took away the supremacy of Chungking from Madorim. Although the power has declined, Madorim, who once boasted of being the best in the Four Heavens, is still the Great Swordsman’s greatest enemy.
He bit his lips and then got up from his seat, picking up his sword.
“I’ll go to the Supreme Prosecutor’s Office.”
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Madorim couldn’t escape the chaotic atmosphere for several days.
This is because Naerimwonju, who had left Sacheon on the secret orders of Taesangrimju Chopyeongcheon, suddenly returned one day with a person named Sogongja.
But no one denied the little prince.
His face resembles Choi Lin, who was praised as the most beautiful woman in the world.
Among the older workers who remember Choi Lin, the return of the little prince was still a hot topic.
“Your father was a hunter in Odaesan, right?”
“Judging by his face, it seems like his father was quite handsome. How could someone like that come out of one side?”
“The moment I first saw you, I thought you were back and got goosebumps all over my body.”
“You too? I almost called you Miss.”
The young prince’s appearance was not only discussed among the old servants.
The young women of Madorim, both servants and servants, loitered around in front of his quarters to see the face of the young prince who had suddenly appeared.
In the end, Taesangrimju Chopyeongcheon had to move his grandson’s residence to a more secluded place.
An interior that could fit an entire small house.
But the large room, which had only a bed as furniture, looked as dreary as an autumn day with falling leaves.
“This room is so dirty.”
Jin Mu-rip, a handsome young man who was looking around the room, felt awkward about the changed environment even today, three days after arriving at Madorim.
‘I came because of my mother.’
In order to treat Jinmu-rip’s mother, Choi-rin, Madorim spent a huge amount of money to gather elixirs from all over the world.
But she couldn’t see any road and couldn’t stand the barn emptying out, so she ended up leaving home.
At that time, Chopyeongcheon, who was the head of the Madorim clan, quickly organized a pursuit team, and Sanghogun, who was the head of the Japyo clan, found her just before giving birth in Wutai Mountain in Shanxi Province after a long chase.
Feeling betrayed by the shocking news, Chopyeongcheon declared that he would sever ties with his daughter.
But it seems that natural ties cannot be broken at will.
Cho Pyeong-cheon lived his life erasing any trace of his daughter from his home, but as time passed, the events of that time began to weigh heavily on his mind.
Chopyeongcheon eventually sent Sangho-gun to bring Jinmu-rip, and Jinmu-rip could not refuse the request of his grandfather, whom he had never met before.
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This is because he felt guilty that he was not able to repay the love he received from his parents until his mother’s last moments as she was dying.
Jinmu Rip wanted to relieve his mother of the burden she was carrying on her mind.
As Jinmu-rip, lost in his old thoughts, was pacing around the room helplessly, he heard the voices of the maids from outside.
“Your Majesty. It is time for the lecture on martial arts. The Lord of the Land is waiting for you.”
I let out a deep sigh.
The work in Madorim is a routine, repeating the same routine.
At dawn, he meditates, and after breakfast, he learns the martial arts of Madorim.
After washing up, eating lunch, learning the basics of martial arts, and then going back to learning martial arts.
In the evening, I have to have dinner with my maternal grandfather, Taesangrimju, and after that, I have to read the martial arts book by candlelight.
“I didn’t come all this way to do this.”
Sibi’s voice grew slightly louder as if he had heard Jinmu-rip’s monologue.
“Confucius?”
“Go.”
Jin Mu-rip opened the door with a voice that sounded resigned and empty, and spoke to the servant Seong-yo, who had her head bowed.
“Take the lead.”
“yes.”
The Madorim fort located in the north forest of Chongqing is so huge that you could easily get lost inside.
A manor in a forest filled with bamboo.
The bamboo grove was not only outside the wall, but also inside the wall, so the paths between buildings were like forest paths.
However, compared to the size of the group, there were not many people living there.
This is because Madorim was caught up in the Eight Emperors’ Bloodshed that swept the world the year after Jinmu Rip was born.
Because of this, Madorim, who once boasted of being the best in Sacheon, lost even the supremacy of Chongqing to the Great Swordsman.
Jinmu Rip, who was following the leading Seongyo, arrived at a pavilion built in a small bamboo grove.
“Your Majesty, the little prince has arrived.”
The old man with a sword tattoo on his forehead, Sangho-gun, the commander of the royal family who brought Jinmu-rip here from far away Shanxi Province, bowed respectfully.
“Are you here, my lord?”
Jinmu Rip strode up the stairs and sat down across from him.
“If you’re going to do it, you might as well finish it quickly.”
Jinmu Rip’s lower body was as natural as if he was born with it. Sangho-gun smiled broadly and sat down.
“You are in a hurry today too.”
“It’s not fun whether it’s a lecture or something from an inspiration.”
“Heh heh heh.”
Jinmu-rip’s straightforward words made Sangho burst into laughter because his appearance reminded him of Choi-rin.
“Even if it’s not fun, it’s knowledge that’s absolutely necessary to survive in the world of martial arts. Even if it’s painful, please bear with it for a few more days.”
Jinmu Rip, who had been staring blankly at the Sangho Army, nodded his head, hiding his annoyed feelings.
Whether I threw a tantrum or coldly refused, I couldn’t leave until half an hour had passed.
“Let’s get started.”
The mutual army smiled and said with satisfaction.
“Today, I will be talking about the martial artists who have reached the top of the martial arts world. They are opponents that ordinary people should never fight with their skills, so your highness, listen carefully.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever meet those guys here, but remember.”
“In the martial arts world, the Two Emperors, the Three Emperors, and the Five Kings are collectively called the ten greatest masters in the world. Have you ever heard of them?”
Strictly speaking, there was one more person above the name that Sangho-gun had mentioned.
This is the hero, Divine Dragon Danso-ryong, who defeated the enemy leader in the Great Battle of Cheonha and saved the martial arts world.
But he is a master of a different level than the teenage masters.
The people called the remaining ten masters, excluding the divine dragon who had reached the realm of the Heavenly Heaven, the ten greatest masters.
Jinmu-rip tilted his head and asked.
“I’ve heard of it, but when did the Four Kings become the Five Kings?”
“There is a new master who has recently appeared like a comet in the martial arts world. He is called the Faceless Mountain King.”
Jinmu-rip burst into laughter.
“Hahaha! Anonymous is so weird.”
“He is the hottest figure among the warriors, and also a mysterious warrior. There are many rumors, some say he is a monster with three heads and six stomachs, while others say he is a dark evil spirit who eats children to maintain his stamina.”
Jinmu-rip’s smile turned into laughter.
“I don’t believe all the rumors out there, but if they’re true, then he’s a total lunatic. What the hell is he doing?”
“He is the Heavenly Lord of Sangcheon who has recently been gaining popularity in the martial arts world. He is an amazing person who has united the bandits who were scattered all over the world and risen to the position of leader.”
A mysterious master who has united all the bandits in the world.
With his arrival, the unified bandits began to act according to clear rules, unlike in the past.
Depending on the number of people and the size of the transport, a toll was charged, and for an additional fee, escort to the destination was also provided.
However, the reason why the evil rumors spread was because the countries whose positions were threatened by the appearance of Sangcheon united and spread the evil rumors.
Jinmu-rip, who had been blinking and staring blankly at the enemy, came to his senses and asked again.
“What? Who and where?”
“The King of Myeonsan is the Lord of the Heavens. He is a master who, on par with King Jie, subdued the Dragon King of the Yellow River, who had just ascended to the throne of the Five Kings, in just three hundred seconds. He ascended to the throne of the Five Kings in place of the Dragon King.”
Jinmu-rip’s eyes narrowed.
“Hmm. It’s a sound that maintains energy by eating children.”
“A monster with three heads and six legs.”
“I know. Just stay still.”
“yes.”
“The evil spirit of the Three Headed Six-Beasts who subdued the Yellow River Dragon King. The Faceless Mountain King?”
Jinmu-rip’s expression, which had been quietly mumbling as if he was chewing on something, suddenly distorted.
‘Was that strange name mine?’
