◈ Episode 37. Now It’s Wrong
A cool autumn breeze passed by, shaking the cotton of the dandelion.
‘good.’
I liked the quiet atmosphere of Gwangpyeongjang filled with bamboo groves.
The accommodation assigned to them was a small annex right next to the main building of Gwangpyeongjang.
The reason Jinmu Rip was considerate was because Gwangryongdae was full of men.
It was a room with just a table and two beds, but it was nice to be able to see a small pond and a bamboo forest outside the window.
As I looked around and entered the room, Yeon So-jeong, who had been staring out the window, woke up.
“I asked the deputy chief to prepare the writing brush and ink.”
As she said, there were brushes and paper on the table.
“Are you ready to leave already?”
“No matter how fast you rush, it will take more than a month to get to Hwaryeongdo from here. We need to leave now to get there before winter comes.”
“Okay. Just wait a moment.”
Danryehwa, sitting at the table, wrote down the words she had thought of in advance in a letter.
Yeon So-jeong, who had wrapped the letter in silk as soon as the food dried up, picked up the bundle.
“miss.”
Danryehwa smiled bashfully.
“Are you trying to nag me? Okay. I’ll be quiet and never do anything dangerous, so be careful.”
Yeon So-jeong, who smiled brightly, pressed down on the bamboo stick.
“Don’t come out.”
She, who had been trying to stop Danryehwa from coming to greet her, ran into Jinmu-rip who was just entering through the main gate.
“Vacuum.”
“Are you going to go?”
“I have a place to go.”
She was the most polite she had ever been to Jinmu-rip since she met him.
“Please take good care of the young lady.”
Jinmu-rip showed a meaningful smile.
“That’s what I want to say.”
Jin Mu-rip took out the envelope from his bosom, took only the voucher, and handed over all the remaining silver.
“What is this?”
“It’s a trip. Be careful on your way back. Yeonhowi.”
It was a greeting that promised the next time.
Yeon So-jeong, who had been staring blankly at Jeon Nang, smiled at Jin Mu-rip for the first time.
“I’ll be back soon, my lord.”
Jinmu Rip also responded with a smile.
“okay.”
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A wide space the size of five jang in all directions.
Jinmu-rip and Yoo Dae-ha stood facing each other in an underground smokehouse with torches lit at every corner.
Jinmu-rip glanced up at the ceiling that was one jang high and sighed.
“You even sold the night liquor that was stuck to the ceiling?”
Yudae Ha said with a smile.
“Twenty years ago, when I first came to Madorim, there were many days when I couldn’t eat three meals a day. Thanks to the efforts of the Supreme Lord and the current Lord, my situation improved. So why did you suddenly call me here?”
“I feel sorry for my subordinate who keeps getting beaten up by the Bloodthirsty Ark, so I’m going to teach him a lesson.”
“If I had fought properly, I would have won.”
“That’s what those who’ve been hit hard say.”
Jinmu-rip asked with a sly smile.
“But, isn’t Madorim’s secret method to accumulate magic energy?”
“The roots are in the mountains, so the basics are like that.”
“But strangely, there aren’t many people who feel magical energy.”
“To explain that, I need to tell you about the history of Madorim.”
One hundred and fifty years ago, the Blood Cult was born due to internal strife within the Cheonmasin Church, and Cheonsan was embroiled in a civil war that lasted for ten long years.
A wall appears when you learn magic and reach a certain level. Those who are unable to overcome that wall and stagnate often become monsters who have lost their willpower as magic consumes them to the marrow.
The cause of the civil war was a fight between those who wanted to turn such people into murderous weapons by turning them into commoners and those who opposed it.
When those who had been comrades until yesterday began to viciously attack each other, Cho Joong-Hyeon came down to Sacheon with his followers and lived in seclusion in the bamboo forest there.
And here in the bamboo forest, he began to study the side effects of magic throughout his life and find ways to improve it.
Cho Joong-Hyeon, who succeeded in removing the death energy from the magic, used the yin energy as a substitute to compensate for the reduced power, and thus the Eunwol Magic Energy (殷月魔氣), which is the basis of the Madorim, was born.
Although the Silver Moon Magic did not have the explosive feel of the existing Magic, it had the advantage of being able to use its power stably and did not have the existing side effects.
“I don’t know if you can call the magic that has removed the evil magic magic, but the silver moon magic does not show the energy unique to magic on the surface.”
“Is it that it looks no different from Jeongjong’s martial arts?”
“I’ve never really paid much attention to it, so to be honest, I don’t really know what the difference is. To me, Eunwolmagi is like air.”
“Sit down and practice the mind method.”
“yes.”
As Yu Dae-ha, who was seated, began the Great Circulation, Jin Mu-rip, who was sitting behind him, quietly observed the flow of the internal energy.
‘Just because you’ve mastered magic doesn’t mean the location of the meridians is different from others.’
After a long time, when Yu Dae-ha got up after finishing his story, Jin Mu-rip took out the book he had prepared.
“Learn this from today. Once you memorize it all, you can burn the book.”
“What is this?”
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“It’s the Eunmyeongjinhageom (隱鳴眞下劍). It’s a martial art that my teacher and I created together.”
Judae’s eyes widened.
“So, you mean to say that the little prince created martial arts?”
“You said you made it together with your teacher?”
“No, no matter what······.”
Creating a martial art is something that only a great person can do.
I couldn’t help but be surprised when I heard that Jinmu Rip, who was around the same age as me, had created martial arts.
‘If I told you that most of the martial arts skills revealed to the public in the upper heavens were created by me and my master, you would faint.’
Many people recognize Eungok’s martial arts skills.
So Jinmu Rip refined the martial arts his teacher had created and taught them to the martial artists of the heavens.
This was possible because Jinmu Rip was born with the outstanding five qualities of the Cheonumjiche.
“Are you going to learn it? Are you going to tell it?”
He seemed determined to get married and packed his belongings.
“I will not hesitate since I have decided to put my fate on the line with the Great Master. I will do my best to learn.”
“If you want to become stronger, don’t waste time. The Eunmyeongjinha Sword is a sword technique that recognizes talented people. If you have talent, if you devote yourself to training, even saving time for eating and sleeping, you will be able to achieve it faster than you think.”
“I will risk my life.”
The Jews bowed politely.
The next morning.
Gwangryongdae gathered in the bamboo grove of Gwangpyeongjang, where soft sunlight seeped in.
“What are you doing this morning?”
“Next mission?”
Hankyung rubbed her stomach gently and frowned.
“Oh, my stomach suddenly hurts. Will the Lord be here soon?”
Jeon Yu said politely.
“Just bear with it for a little longer.”
While the people were making a fuss, Jinmu-rip arrived.
“Meet the Lord!”
Following the sound of Poongyeon’s song, Gwangryongdae’s loud shout shook the leaves of the bamboo grove.
“Meet the Lord!”
Jinmu-rip looked around at them and nodded.
“The dark circles under his eyes make it look like he drank until dawn.”
Huyoung chuckled.
“You have to drink while you can, because you never know when you’ll be out on another mission.”
“Well done.”
Poongyeon asked in a polite tone.
“But why did you call us together so early in the morning?”
“Everyone, take your seats.”
“yes.”
All fifty Kwangryongdae sat on the floor.
Hankyung’s face, which was sitting awkwardly, gradually turned darker.
‘Oh, shall we go and talk for a bit?’
While Han Kyung was debating whether or not to stand up, Jin Mu-rip opened his mouth.
“I have called you today not because of a mission, but to hear your choices.”
“Choice?”
“The Lord of Rim wants a proud Madorim where the unmanned of Rim can live like unmanned people. To do so, at least in this land of Sacheon, we must have a strong enough power that no one can look down on us. Do you have that kind of power?”
The tone and look in Jinmu-rip’s eyes were more serious than usual, and Gwangryongdae’s eyes also became serious at Jinmu-rip’s soft voice.
Poongyeon said.
“It is not enough.”
“Yes. But just because you are lacking now doesn’t mean you will be lacking in the future. I have to pull you up.”
In order for Madorim to regain its former glory and stand tall in the Sacheon martial arts world, those who will become its hands and feet must become stronger.
“Pulling up means······.”
“I will make you strong enough to stand up to any unmanned being in Sacheon. However, I will only give this opportunity to those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for Madorim.”
Since all of these people had held positions higher than a chief in the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office, their military service was not bad.
Coming from a fallen sect and a ronin, it must have been possible through painstaking effort to reach his current level.
If you teach, you can reach a higher level.
However, if you are not willing to sacrifice your life for Madorim, there is no need to put in the effort.
Amidst the heavy silence, Han-gyeong tried to get up, sweating profusely.
“I······.”
At that moment, Jinmu Rip’s mouth opened again.
“If you wish to remain, remain seated. If you do not wish to remain, stand up now. I will transfer you to a different affiliation.”
Hankyung, who was about to get up, sat back down with a resentful expression on his face.
‘Why do you tell me to sit down?’
While Han-gyeong was wondering how to bring up the subject, Poong-yeon raised her hand and spoke.
“My mind was already made up the moment the Jeonggajang affair ended. I am Poongyeon from Yooseong Inspection in Hanam. I will bury my bones in Madorim.”
Jinmu Rip said with a serious look in his eyes.
“Training will be a arduous process that will require you to risk your life. Are you confident?”
“Just order whatever you want.”
There was no wavering in Poongyeon’s eyes.
He was the only person in Pyeongchang-hyeon’s Giru who believed in Jinmu-rip.
In the martial arts world of Dosan Sword Forest, the one thing that cannot be exchanged for a billion dollars is a superior you truly want to follow.
Poongyeon, who was from a fallen clan, did not want to lose his master whom he had finally found after wandering the world for a long time.
Jinmu Lip said.
“As you know from experience, I do not show mercy to those I define as enemies. If you decide to stay and later turn away, I will inflict a pain worse than death.”
We know very well how scary Jinmu Rip is, having seen him in Pyeongchang County.
But no one got up.
This is because everyone has the same mind as Pungyeon.
It’s time to pledge your loyalty to Madorim.
Hankyung felt uneasy in the solemn atmosphere where it was difficult to open her mouth.
‘Why is everyone suddenly so serious?’
I know that no one will leave anyway.
I desperately wanted to end this useless ritual quickly and let myself go.
Hooyoung said this without knowing his speed.
“How can I leave after witnessing all the actions that the Great Lord has done for us in the Bloody Room? I, Hu-yeong, will bury my bones in Madorim.”
Then Jeon Yu said.
“I too will stake my life on Madorim. Please lead me to higher places.”
Among the agents who looked determined as if they had made up their minds, not a single one stood up.
Two months.
Because we hadn’t been together for very long, I didn’t completely trust Jinmu Rip’s abilities even though I acknowledged them.
However, everyone thought that Jin Mu-rip, who had been observed through two incidents, was a man who was more than capable of betting his future on.
But there was one person who was restless, and that was Han Kyung.
‘This is the biggest crisis of my life.’
My rumbling stomach warns me to leave this place immediately.
‘It won’t work.’
When he finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and was about to raise his hand.
“Over there······.”
Before that, Jo Won Jong-gyeong raised his hand.
“I will bury that Jonggyeong’s bones in Madorim!”
Then, Ojo’s Dongmyeong also raised his hand.
“I will stay too. Please lead me up.”
Han-kyung’s face became increasingly sallow as he became anxious.
“No, I’m talking about······.”
“I am Sapyeong from Myeongjeongmun in Shandong, and I will give my life to Madorim!”
They raised their hands one by one and began to shout desperately.
‘Kids! Please stop!’
Hankyung cried in her heart, even shedding tears.
The reason I couldn’t scream was because I felt like my sphincter muscles would go out of control the moment I raised my voice.
“Excuse me. Master? I······.”
Han Kyung’s crawling voice was buried in the loud oaths of loyalty that poured out one after another.
When the shouts of the forty-nine people ended, everyone’s eyes were focused on the last remaining Han Kyung.
A faint smile of a Taoist monk spread across Hankyung’s face.
“Haha, now······ it’s wrong.”
Hankyung raised his head as if he was in awe.
His once yellow sky regained its blue color.
