Login Murim Chapter 983
By the time the Jingui Committee of Ilcheon, led by Jeong Hogun, crossed Hebei and reached Liaoning Province, not only the Wulin people in the area but also the Yang people already knew the whole truth. Invasion of nomads. The betrayal of the Mo Yong family. Lastly, even the existence of the dark sky lurking behind it.
That is why even any bloodthirsty martial arts person dares to cross the path of the Geumwiwi.
Couldn’t stop it.
There were two biggest reasons.
Firstly, it was due to the power and authority of the Jinui Commission, which can be said to be the most elite of the great nation, and secondly, it was because of another flag that flew side by side with the imperial flag.
Murim Alliance (武林盟).
Even the famous Noh Kang-ho, who raised his voice saying that the affairs of the Murim should be resolved by the Murim people, had no choice but to quietly agree in front of the standing flag of the Murim Alliance.
Now that the two great powers controlling the world have come together, all that remains is the murder of the Mo Yong family.
And soon everyone’s attention was focused on one place.
Shenyang, Liaoning Province.
He once built a nation by scolding the continent with a single assault spear and hornbow.
But now, towards the home of the Mo Yong family, which only faces the fate of destruction.
“Surround yourself.”
Doo doo doo!
The earth shook at Jeongho’s short command.
There was no need for the 1,000-strong Jinui Committee to step forward.
The authority of Shangsanhu (上111候), who was appointed by the emperor himself not long ago, was so great that it encompassed the entire northern region, and the lord of Liaoning Province, who came out eagerly to meet the appearance of the Jinyuiwi, who was said to make even a flying bird fall, said that each of them was himself. I gave up all military authority I had.
thud. thud. thud.
A thousand cavalrymen rushed out first and surrounded the Manor of the Mo Yong family, and heavily armed infantrymen filled the gap with shields and spears and swords.
Finally, once the archers were in formation, everything was ready.
It was a moment when the Manor of the Moyong family, which was like a natural fortress, was completely sealed off, just like any other Murim family on the border.
Googoo googung.
The iron door slowly begins to open with a heavy friction sound.
When a man wearing a white robe as white as snow appeared beyond him, Jeongho opened his mouth.
“Balshi (發失)
An order without a single hesitation.
The archers, who had formed their formation and were fully prepared, had already decided on what to do.
Sssssssssssssshhhh!
In an instant, part of the sky turned pitch black. Standing in front of hundreds of arrows falling fiercely through the air, the man in white hurriedly swung his sword.
Ta-da-da-dan!
When steel met steel, sparks flew.
In the place where the rain of arrows swept around the iron gate, only a man with a clear look of despair and pitiful cries for him remained.
“Confucius!”
“It’s not possible! Please come back!” “What are you doing! “Hurry and bring Confucius!”
Okay.
Instead of answering, the man firmly waved his hand and bit his lip. Then he looked straight at Jeongho in the distance and took heavy steps.
Jeez.
Jeongho, who had been watching the man silently, spoke again.
“Balsi.”
Once again, arrows rained down, and the sword spirit flashed.
The only difference from the previous situation was that someone’s blood was dotted on the ground.
Patter.
The bamboo shoot with the flower clip stuck in it twitches slightly. But her man’s steps did not stop and continued to move forward.
Until some of the third rain of arrows hit every part of his body. Poop!
Finally, the man’s knees buckled. The once white coat had long since turned red.
However, his cries towards Gasol, who could no longer bear it and ran out of the iron gate, did not show the slightest pain.
“stop! “Have you all forgotten your orders?” “B-But…!”
“Don’t go any further. No matter what happens, you must never act rashly!”
Gasol, who was trying to run past the iron gate, stopped, gritting his teeth.
The man nodded slightly at the sight and stood up unsteadily, using his sword as a cane.
And finally, I was able to face Jeonghogun, who was slowly approaching me on horseback.
“I get to see you now. “I guess it was worth risking my life for.”
Jeongho quietly looked down at the man from the saddle.
Looking up close, I saw that the man was a young man who looked like he was barely older than his age.
“Is it the bloodline of the Moyong family?”
“That’s right. “My father committed an unforgivable mistake.”
Did they say you can’t fool blood?
As Jeong Ho looked at the young man with a particularly exotic appearance, a thought occurred to him.
Immediately after the fierce battle surrounding Palcheonghyeop, I saw someone’s face while collecting the body.
“Then, Mo Yongbaek?”
“It’s the seventh thing I got in the middle of nowhere. “Having a sinful father.”
The young man who answered calmly took the gun.
“The seven princes of the Mo Yong family, Mo Yongsu, send greetings to Jeong Cheonho.”
“You knew me.”
“I also have eyes and ears, so I already knew that you were coming.”
“Then why did you remain here?”
“If you run away like my brothers, you will be admitting to yourself that you are a traitor and an enemy of martial arts.”
“Even if I stay, nothing will change. Still, let’s hear the second reason.”
The young man, Mo Yong-su, lifted his grip and raised his head.
The eyes toward Jeongho were clear, and the voice that followed was calm.
“Shouldn’t someone be held accountable?”
“······It’s responsibility.”
“Now, I am the only direct descendant remaining in my family. “Everyone involved has already died or fled.”
Jeong Ho-gun, who was silently looking down at a certain Yong-su under his deeply pressed helmet, looked over his shoulder.
“Then what are those who remain with you?”
“I don’t know if you believe it, but they were also betrayed by their father. Additionally, they are not people who can be called the bloodline of the Moyong family.”
From Mo Yong-su’s answer, Jeong Ho-gun was able to guess the identities of those who remained.
Those who were alienated within the family to the extent that they could not even come close to the truth.
Those who were collaterals of collaterals, or whose mentality was not right.
In addition, there was no doubt that they were people from the poor family who had become part of the Moyong family without even a drop of blood.
Except for one person.
“Didn’t you know about your father’s atrocities?”
“It wasn’t something I knew or something I didn’t know. “I just felt vaguely ominous.”
“so?”
“I just watched from afar.” “Is it a bond of blood and blood?”
“I don’t know since when I was a member of the Moryong family, but I am a lowly person with a barbarian mother and a noble family.
Mo Yong-su smiled bitterly and continued.
“I know one thing for sure. “The best I can do is save those who remain.”
“In the end, the only thing left is you. Mo Yong-su, son of Mo Yong-baek. “The bloodline of a traitor.”
“you’re right. So, except for me, everyone else…”
“It is immediate participation (卽新).”
At one word from Jeong Ho-gun, who decisively interrupted the conversation, the blood drained from Mo Yong-su’s face.
“What is that?”
“Mo Yong Baek, the head of the Mo Yong family, and his associates colluded with foreign enemies to disrupt the order of the great nation and cause severe damage to the northern region. “This is clear treason, and we cannot show the slightest mercy in condemning it.”
“Cheonho!”
Blood is mixed in the screams that are squeezed out.
Mo Yong-su’s face was filled with indescribable despair as he broke the arrows stuck all over his body.
“Didn’t I tell you! “They, they…!”
Cough.
That was when Mo Yong-su, blood spurting out, fell to his knees with words that could not be finished.
Gasol, who had been watching the scene from afar, finally couldn’t stand it anymore and ran out of the iron gate.
“Confucius!”
“No! Confucius is not guilty!”
Seeing them running towards us with anxious cries, Jeongho slowly raised his hands.
Mo Yong-su’s wide-open eyes reflected the sight of hundreds of archers pulling their strings tightly.
There were no options left now.
A small gesture. Or a short command.
That will be the end of it. Everything.
”Oh, no! “Please stop!”
And that was the moment when Mo Yong-su let out a desperate cry accompanied by dark red blood.
An old, grayish voice came from behind Jeongho.
“Inherently, humans only reveal their complete sincerity when their lives are in danger. Don’t you think so too? Will Cheonho of the Geumuiwi get better?”
He was an old man of small stature.
His skin was dark, and his distinctive facial features were far from those of a Korean.
However, the reason why the old man looked particularly strange was that he was riding a person, not a horse or a donkey.
A giant (g han) that can be compared to a bear.
“Taesan. I can’t understand what you’re saying. “Has Namho gone senile?”
“You damn bastard. “It’s the beginning again.” The old man, Namho, was not embarrassed.
As if he had been waiting, he shoved a lump of beef jerky out of his pocket into Taesan’s mouth and winked at Jeongho.
“anyway. In Nobu’s eyes, this seems like enough for now… What do you think?”
Jeongho thought for a moment and put down his hand.
Following his slowly loosening fingertips, hundreds of taut bowstrings quietly fell.
“First, I will take you to the government office. “The treatment of the remaining people will be decided after sufficient questioning.”
“Please do so. Well, an old man like me has no power to stop something like that. “If that’s all it takes, it’s great for them.”
Namho shrugged his shoulders and tapped the top of Taesan’s head.
As the large man lowered his posture, Mo Yong-su and Nam-ho, who were blinking without understanding the situation, were able to vaguely meet their gazes.
“Did you say Mo Yong-su?”
“Yes, that’s right. “Who is the old man?”
“There is no need to know the name of an old man like me, just know that he is a member of the Murim Alliance.”
“Murimmaeng…!”
“Ah, one more thing. Now, I am also the agent of Yeolhwashinrong, or rather, Sangsanhu (上 LUS).”
Namho smiled bitterly as he looked at Yongsu’s face, which had already become as hard as a stone statue.
“There’s nothing to see. “I just want to give you a chance.”
“Did you say opportunity…?” “Yes, an opportunity for those who have not deviated from the right path.”
Namho knew.
No, Jin Tae-kyung knew.
There is light even in deep darkness, and darkness exists even in dazzling beams of light.
That was the reason Jin Tae-kyung sent Nam-ho here.
The only way to get rid of regrets is not through elimination.
If what remains there is not diseased vegetation but strong, green sprouts, there is no reason to uproot them.
‘If it’s a political faction, shouldn’t it at least live up to its name?’
Before leaving Taewonjinga, Namho remembered what Jin Tae-gyeong had said and smiled faintly.
And he opened his mouth to Mo Yong-su and to all of them who ran breathlessly even though there were only a hundred people left.
“From this moment on, the Mo Yong family does not exist.”
“Those who forsake humanity and righteousness and deviate from the right path cannot be a political faction belonging to the Murim Alliance or a secular family.”
His voice, so powerful that it was hard to believe his small body, penetrated everyone’s ears clearly even though it didn’t contain a single ounce of power.
“For one thing, if there is someone who still walks the right path, the Murim Alliance will not cast him out. Because that is the right thing to do.”
Namho looked straight at Mo Yongsu and continued speaking.
“As I said before, the Moyong family no longer exists. But Moyongga (慕容家) will be different.”
It is not just his opinion. This was a matter decided by all the northern factions and the Murim Alliance.
“If your innocence is revealed in the future, the Moyong family will be able to prove itself once again under the new head of the family.”
“······!”
“······!”
At that moment, about 100 Gasols trembled with fear.
The last chance given to those who thought everything was over.
I was given the opportunity to reveal my innocence and prove it.
Through the sacrifice and courage of one person who did not abandon them until the end.
“Confucius!”
Their excited voices and eyes embraced Mo Yong-su, who became the Gasol of the Mo Yong family, not the Mo Yong family.
Towards the person who will soon be called the head of the family.
And Namho, who was looking at the scene with calm eyes, suddenly remembered a fact he had forgotten and smiled slightly.
Five great generations of the world (下五代世家).
Together with the nine pillars, there are fifteen pillars that support the vast world of nine states.
He already knew who would fill the fifth empty spot where Mo Yong’s surname had disappeared.
No, everyone in the world.
