Episode 7
Chow ah
Only silence hung over the Kwae Shipbuilding, which moved quickly through the current.
The bandits in the water dragonchae kept their mouths shut and rowed like machines, while Musong only stared ahead with a hardened face.
‘The atmosphere is amazing.’
I clicked my tongue and looked around
saw.
A total of four ships are currently heading to Dongdongchae.
However, the atmosphere on board is very different from when it was heading to Hubei.
New faces that could not be found before were the cause.
‘Jegalse. And non-partisan.’
Disciples of the two prestigious Daepas who divided Hobuk Province filled four ships.
Each and every one of them are outstanding warriors, enough to tell at a glance that they are the elite chosen in preparation for any bloodshed.
And at the center of them were two people.
“The wind seems to be particularly strong today, Jegal Gaju.”
To Nodosa’s words, Zhuge Poong replied in a calm voice.
“You don’t have to worry. If the wind blows like today, things will be easier.”
“How is that? I know that dozens of ships have already been submerged even with weaker winds.”
“The skills of the sailors are also skills, but the Yangtze River
A well-managed ship, the symbol of the Channel Alliance, is qualitatively different from other ships. Rather than being swept away by strong winds, you can gain strength and move forward more vigorously.”
“Bindo has also heard about Pungwol about the Kwaejosun, but???… Because of my limited knowledge, I don’t know the details. It’s to the point where I feel like I’ve wasted my life living in Moorim.”
“Since Jinin stayed only in the headland of the shaman sect, it is not surprising that he did not know about it. however… … May I ask what happened to the thing you talked about last time?”
“Disciples of the mountain that Jang Munin personally saw
I’m working hard with you. Instead, he sent me here the frequency of loafing around and eating only grain.”
“It seems that this junior has gained a thousand troops and horses since Hyeongong Jinin (玄空眞人) is coming.”
Zhuge Feng’s words were not polite. It was true.
Hyeon Gong Jin.
It was an old swordsman’s sword, wearing a ragged uniform and an old pine sword.
And the position he occupied within the shaman faction and the distribution of the martial arts never fell behind the Zhuge style.
No, rather, it could be said that they were shoulder to shoulder or more.
Unlike Zhuge Pung, who is not even 60 years old yet, Hyeon Gong Jin-in is a master of the previous generation and a priest of the current shaman faction leader who made a breakthrough in his major even during the Jeongma Daejeon.
‘Besides, he’s also a transcendent master that shamans are proud of.’
Hyeon Gong-Jin was the swordsman who was known to have reached the extreme of Taegeuk Hye-sword (太極 慧劍J), the best season of the shaman sect.
It was also a sign of respect for Zhugelpung, the head of the Zhuge family, to speak highly in front of others.
Oh, of course one person is an exception to all this.
“You’ve grown up a lot, that guy.”
I murmured, dumbfounded by the words of Jeokcheongang, the late Inmul of Murim’s Dharma.
“I see. Your beard is white from how much you’ve grown.”
“Last time I saw him, he must have been the same age as Lee Rip. Huh, really. Time flies.
“… … Fluffy fluffy? If it’s Lee Lip, isn’t it a bunch of pepper hairs?”
Jeokcheongang looked at me with twin-hearted eyes.
“Judging from how he keeps grabbing the horse’s tail, it looks like he wants all of the lower hair plucked out.”
“No, what are you saying?”
I don’t have the slightest desire to be waxed on the deck of a good ship.
I waved my hand at the speed of light and asked, sneaking a sidelong glance at Jeokcheongang.
“Now that this has happened, I’m asking you, how old is Chunchu exactly?”
,,spring and autumn? ，，
It is Jeokcheongang that usually accepts the sound of old age as synonymous with asking for help. I timidly corrected the word.
“… … Then, how old are you?”
“age?”
No, you’re over a hundred years old, what the hell do you want more of here?
I asked with a sense of absurdity.
“Cheon Kang, how old are you?”
F*ck!
yeah i knew it would be like this
The enemy struck the back of my head like lightning
Kang replied in a calm tone.
“I haven’t counted since I passed one hundred.”
“So how many years ago was the last time you counted your age?”
“Five thousand years ago. Are you okay?”
The blue wind, which was dangling from the prow nearby, opened its mouth.
“Wow, five thousand years old!”
“… … Doesn’t that guy know how to be suspicious?”
“… … He’s basically that kind of guy. Anyway, it was beyond imagination.”
Jeokcheongang glared at me.
“Would you like to know more?”
“Of course not.”
To be honest, I want to know, but looking at his expression, I don’t think I should know.
Aside from being sensitive to his age, the reality of being on a fast-moving ship riding on rougher currents and winds than ever before seemed to have come under tremendous stress.
“When the heck will this F*cking piece of wood stop?”
Right then.
Hearing the grumbling of the Jeokcheongang
As if it was a plague, the wooden pieces increased their speed even more.
[Pyeong] Ah!
Water surged high and the stable hull swayed from side to side.
At the sudden rough movement, Cheongpung cheered like a child at an amusement park on Children’s Day.
Hyuk Moo-jin and Gung-gi-bang, still reeling from the aftereffects of the Yangtze River dumping incident, let out tearing screams, and Mungyeong, who was calmly centering alone, was conscious of people’s gazes and grabbed onto the railing.
And the Jeokcheon River… … .
“Uh-huh, uh-huh!”
The nickname “Fire King” is making a colorless sound and is screaming in confusion.
Oh my goodness, look at your eyes wide open. Gangnam plastic surgery could put a full-page advertisement on the subway as a successful case of double eyelid surgery.
Avoiding the pouring water on my face, I shouted at Musong.
“senior! Slow down a bit… …
“That sounds like trouble.”
Musong cut my words like a knife.
Like a person born and raised in the Yangtze River,
Standing tall as if on a flat plain, he raised his hand and pointed forward.
“Can you see?”
do you see What are you talking about?
I narrowed my eyes and stared at where his fingers were pointing.
As I raised my gong power and focused on my eyes, my eyesight, which had risen dramatically, saw through the fog that was thickly covered by the rippling river.
，That… …
see.
On the most agile axis of the ship
The width is so narrow that only two ships can barely pass.
And in front of him was a fierce vortex that whirled like a blade.
Kwahah, Kwaduk!
No matter where it came from, a large log caught in a vortex with a radius of about a hundred sheets could not overcome the water pressure and broke.
Some of the fragments of the log that bounced off collided with a huge rock that stood behind the vortex like a gatehouse and shattered.
‘It’s not the sea, it’s such a vortex in the river
Irani
A mysterious yet chilling sight on the spine.
And now, everyone on board the ship knew the identity of that tremendous vortex.
Heavenly Spirit (天靈瀑)! ”
A word that someone shouted like a scream.
right. That is the heavenly spirit.
It is a product of nature that has made the Dongchae of the Yangtze River Strait Alliance into a heavenly fortress, and a monster that has swallowed countless lives and ships for a long time.
Jeokcheongang declared with a face as if he would suffocate at any moment.
“Turn the boat. Once I cross that, I will fight one more Jeongma Daejeon.”
Then, Gung Gi-bang and Hyuk Moo-jin spoke with faces as if they were already suffocated.
“Senior Musong. please save me I’d rather beg in a beggar’s den.”
“Chief. Thank you for all this time. I will stop being a Moorim. I want to go back to my hometown and sell silk.”
“… … It seems your soul was sold before the silk.”
Having said that, it’s not that I’m not afraid.
Looking at the huge vortex that was rapidly approaching, I felt like an ant in an ant hell.
‘Sibeol, it looks like it’s going to get crushed by a rock first and then get sucked into it like flushing a toilet.’
In front of the fear given by Mother Nature, the system and the ultimate martial arts seemed to be of no use.
If someone drowns me in the middle of the Yangtze River, I’m confident I’ll be able to swim out somehow, but if I’m swept away by such a huge whirlpool… … That’s when it really ends.
“Whoop whoop.”
A thick hand came up on my shoulder as I took a deep breath.
“I am the youngest.”
Jin Wi-gyeong, a giant that even I, who is quite tall, have to look up at, opened her mouth with a calm expression.
“Don’t worry about anything.”
It is the composure that is bound to come out of his older brother’s voice.
Jeokcheongang, who hates water morbidly,
Even I, who reached the level of transcendence after being the second hit, felt cold in my heart, but Jin Wi-gyeong, who was a far lower rank in terms of martial arts, did not shake an inch.
“Big brother… …
okay.”
Qin Weiqing smiled faintly and nodded.
“Even if we become ghosts, our brothers’ friendship will last forever.”
“yes?”
“You see my deceased parents fluttering in front of my eyes. It seems that they are beckoning towards us from the sky.
“… … Isn’t your father still alive?”
“It’s been a long time since I lost the news again. Let’s just pretend I’m dead.”
My older brother freezes to death. It’s just a big asshole.
In the meantime, Class beats the family and even kills her father, who is still alive, for running away.
，Sipper… …
Looking around, most of them are already half-conscious, surrendering themselves to the beats provided by Mother Nature.
I looked at Musong with my last hope.
“Hey, Moosong senior.”
“Sorry, but it’s too late to stop.”
Quaaaaaa! Quadduk!
“Oh, that’s F*cking real.”
Musong nodded with a hard face.
“Hold tight. My subordinates and I will also do our best.”
“yes? Trying, what do you mean?”
“It is common that there is one Heavenly Spirit in each province.
Do you know what it is? That’s all I passed three or four times when I came to Hubei to see Uncle Hwang. I have no choice but to believe in the good luck of the main army and the skill that has been honed so far.”
“Now, wait a minute, so… … Is this the New Vira of Heavenly Spirit?”
“I don’t know why Liu Bei suddenly appears, but since I left the general group and became Chae Ju, I’ve only been in Sacheon, so I can’t help but get used to it.”
That’s right. A very fitting word.
Half stunned, I managed to squeeze my voice out.
“No crazy. Why do we have to talk about such an important thing now?”
“Because Zhuge Daehyeop told me not to tell anyone else.”
what?
As I turned my head at lightning-fast speed, I saw the disciples of the Yang School, who were stiff with tension, and one person in the center.
Zhuge Pung, who met my gaze, laughed in the face of the rising spray.
“A wise man leads his allies, and a conspirator tricks even his allies. Since we all rode on the tiger’s back together, let’s put an end to it!”
U ≫
is this a real story
Everyone, including me, was at a loss for words, and Jeokcheongang lost his reason.
“That pair of labor cub… … !”
Among all the ones I’ve seen so far, it’s one of the greatest hits of all time.
However, at the very moment when Jeokcheon Kang, blinded, was about to rush in.
“Hold on tight, everyone!”
With an urgent cry of fusong, baby
The vortex of Cheonryeong-bak, which widened Lee, hit the good ship.
Aaaaaaaaagh!
log in dull
I’m?
