Ro, Bin Boot Chapter 520 The young man stared blankly out the window.
It was a really nice spring day.
The sunlight is just right, and the breeze blowing through the half-open windows is cool. From flowers in full bloom to the fragrant smell.
It deserves to be called the Mureungdowon of the people.
Everything would have been perfect if it hadn’t been for someone’s voice coming from behind my back the next moment.
“it is a nice day.”
The young man was not surprised. It was because it had been a long time since they had already felt signs of getting closer.
And it wasn’t just for the owner of the voice that had just been heard.
before and after. anywhere above or below.
The young man grasped and accepted everything that was happening around him.
It was not something I did out of necessity or will, but it was just as natural as breathing.
‘It’s a savage thing. I can’t even fully enjoy the spring scenery.’ The young man, muttering in his heart, turned around. An old man with the appearance of a young man was looking at him with a smile.
“I stopped by for a while just in case…” … You were fooling around.”
An old voice that makes you feel old just by listening to it.
It was a gentle tone, as a grandfather treats his young grandson, but the young man knew it well from his experience.
That the old man he was facing now had a very secret and black-edged blade hidden.
“What do you think?”
“I thought for a moment that it was fortunate that I wasn’t your enemy.”
At the young man’s answer, the old man let out a low laugh.
“If anyone hears it, they will know that I am a scary person. draw.”
You shouldn’t fall for that person’s good laugh.
No one knows how many deep desires there are in that smiling face and head.
During the period of upheaval called the Great War of Jeongma, the leader of the Murimmaeng Eunyeonggak, who penetrated the world situation like the palm of his hand and eliminated many mad heads, could not have been an ordinary person.
“Others will not agree with that at all, Cheonmyeonhori, Cheonmyeonhori Songho.
The old fox of Eunyeonggak, who is said to have a thousand faces, shrugged at the young man’s words.
“Of course, some people are afraid of this old man. However, it seems that the words do not apply to the person in front of me.”
“I mean?”
“Isn’t it?”
The young man, who had been deep in thought for a while, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
“Oh, yes.”
“Isn’t it?”
“I think you’re right. Now that I think about it, I’m not really afraid.”
If it were the Murim people who risked their lives for their pride, it would have been a conversation that would have already taken place.
However, the two people I was facing now were people who did not belong to the category of mediocrity.
The identity of the opponent also played a large part in the fact that Cheonmyeonho-ri Songho was not offended at all.
“Beware your surroundings, but don’t be afraid of anyone. If you are the Murim lord, you should always do that.”
The young man, the sword star Mai Jong Hak, answered with a confused expression.
“I-I hope you don’t say the word ‘leader’ as much as possible.” “You have to accept it now.” “It’s because I’m just not used to it.” “But won’t you become the leader soon?” “Not yet.” “They said it was better to be whipped first.” “I always questioned why I had to be whipped.” Cheonmyeonhori’s answer was concise.
“Because there is no God of War.” The nickname of god of war once meant perfection, no, not just once, but still the same.
Those who encountered him even once praised him, and even after a long time passed, his huge and brilliant reputation was shining all over the world.
but… … .
“I couldn’t find him.” ignorance is gone No one knew whether he was dead or alive, or why he had disappeared.
The time when the Murimmaeng remained in the past. Cheonmyeonho-ri mobilized all of Eunyeong-gak’s information network and searched the world, but no trace of shamanism could be found anywhere.
Like the sunlight briefly shining on a stormy day, like a meteor that passed through the night sky in an instant.
Musin disappeared just like that. With his own nickname, which has become his sky, hanging over his world.
“As long as he is not present, Maijonghak Daehyeop is the only one who will assume the position of leader.”
“Huh, there must be any number of suitable people besides me.”
“If you said it with another three stars and ten kings in mind, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.”
“No, why?”
“First of all, Goongseong’s behavior is strange.”
“Aren’t you still looking for Eunyeonggak?”
“Did Amcheon wait for that? Shall I launch the West? I’m looking for the castle, so please wait a bit?”
“Oh, I heard and see.”
Cheon Myeon-ho-ri resisted the urge to strike Majong-hak’s head and opened his mouth.
“And, as you know, the personality aspect is a bit like that, isn’t it?” “It was nice that I was hot.” “Other people won’t like it if you eat it hotly.” “Hmm. Is that so?” “And Killing Star… just talking about it makes my mouth hurt.” “That friend might be the right person unexpectedly.
It was martial arts, but the sense of intimidation was great. You seemed to have leadership.” “People will follow suit. Those who don’t follow will already be dead.” “Isn’t that looking at people too lightheartedly?” “Starting with the special issue, what do you want from me?” “That too.” Do you really want to hit one?
Cheon Myeon-ho-ri sighed as he looked at Maijong-hak with such eyes.
“Others who belong to the Ten Kings have similar reasons. They are those who have already passed away or are not suitable for the position of leader for other reasons.” The Murim Lord doesn’t just have to be strong in martial arts.
Determination to make important decisions is also required, and benevolence and tolerance to lead others are also required.
In that sense, Geomseong Maijonghak was the only substitute for shamanism.
“Daehyeop is a person who has been recognized by the leaders of the five great families. He has a good temper and is fair, so he doesn’t give special treatment to the scholarly Hwasan faction, and he listens to what others say, so it can be said that he is qualified as a leader.” With the birth of the new Murim Alliance, Eunyeonggak was officially revived and Cheonmyeonhori also regained its former status, but the Murim leader is not a position that can only be promoted with the support of one person.
A person who has been recognized by everyone. In addition to martial arts, only those who have the qualities of a leader rise to the position of leader.
‘Of course, it’s not that there weren’t very many opposing voices.’ Cheonmyeonhori, who scattered the ensuing thoughts, suddenly hardened his impression.
“But, to think that such a person is leisurely enjoying the mood of a spring day.”
Mae Jong-hak answered while looking sideways at the window with a sad expression.
“I was just looking out the window for a while because it was a nice day.”
“No, there are so many pending issues… … .”
“Ah. That’s right. Take it. We’ve got them all in one place.”
Cheonmyeonhori, who had been craving for a long time, hesitated.
“What do you mean?”
“The bamboo sticks brought in from Eunyeonggak earlier. Seventy-eight proposals to be exact. I’ve taken care of everything.”
did you handle it? So many agendas in such a short amount of time?
Cheon Myeon-ho-ri, who had been silently gazing at the pile of bamboo scrolls in a corner of his office, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
“Did you see the letter from Qinghai among them?”
“You mean the Kunlun faction? Of course I saw it. I heard that the time is running out because they have to suppress bandits and bandits. It would be nice if they arrived on time, but it wouldn’t matter if they were a little late.”
“And the news from Sacheon?”
“It says that everyone is working together to speed up the reconstruction of the Tang Gate. Oh, tell the inner hall to prepare the elixir with excellent medicinal effects. I heard that the head of Tang’s condition is not good, but rather than providing massive aid, we should help at least like this first.”
“Then, the letter that arrived from the Nanman Yasui Palace…
“Is there such a thing? Among the items raised today, I didn’t see anything about the South Bay Palace.” As Mae Jong-Hak said, none of the agendas uploaded today included anything related to the South Manyasugung Palace.
Only then did a subtle smile form on Cheon Myeon-ho’s lips, who had been dubious all along.
“Huh? Why?” “it’s nothing. It’s nice to see you just being faithful to your job… …
“Don’t laugh so sinisterly, other people might be terrified if they see you.”
“Anyway, the wind is nice. What a nice weather.”
Mae Jong-hak, who had been staring out the window for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth.
“Wouldn’t you like to go out and walk together? Today might be the last day like this.” “I hate it.” Cheonmyeonhori, who answered bluntly, continued.
“I’ll send another agenda right away, so don’t be foolish, Lord, and do your work.”
“Still, a noble guest is coming, but I have to go out to meet him with the humane duty.”
“Did you say meet me?”
Cheonmyeonhori stopped for a moment and limped on his prosthetic leg as he approached the window.
“Look over there.”
Beyond the castle wall, an object slowly approaching.
It was blurry due to the considerable distance, but when I focused my energy, it was easy to recognize that it was a carriage.
‘No, why is Amjungsal (暗中殺) there?
During the Seongra Daeyeon, there is a record of stepping on the traces of Maejonghak, who hid his identity, and during the Jeongma Daejeon in the past, he took the heads of many Madou.
“Looks like a familiar face. Isn’t it?” “you’re right. I sent an assassination attempt because something happened on the roadside… … The guy I sent to catch him is bringing him in.
Maejonghak’s voice reached Cheonmyeonhori’s ears as he swallowed back his words.
“An urgent report came while you were away for a while.”
“Did you say urgent?”
“exactly. The news was that some familiar faces were coming.”
Maijonghak, who tapped Cheonmyeonho-ri on the shoulder, leaned out of the window and muttered.
“Come on, let’s go.”
“Welcome.”
The wagon that had entered the inner castle of the Murimmaeng stopped and was terrified to get off, and the voice that came from it was quite familiar.
‘Sword Master Masonry.’ The man I once knew by the name of the ascending sword, Jong Lichu, finds me and smiles.
“How are you, friend?”
That concept is long gone.
When I bowed my head, Maejonghak licked his lips in regret, and this time spoke to Jeokcheongang.
“I’m glad you look healthy.”
Jeokcheongang, who was looking around with a yawn, narrowed his brows.
“Did you tell the old lady?”
“It’s been a while. Nice to see you again.”
“Looks like you misunderstood the person. The old man has a different relationship with the guy who doesn’t even have blood on his head…”
Jeokcheongang, who was trying to speak, hesitates. His pupils widened as he looked up and down at the Maison Crane.
“Could it be you?”
“Right. It’s me.”
Maijonghak smiled broadly and continued.
“I’m glad to say this, but do you intend to run wild?”
Is this the Moorim-style group assignment?
