Chapter 50 – Chapter 10 (5)

Two years have passed since the news of the death of Geomhu was announced.

At first, due to the swordsman’s death, the political faction prepared for the coming invasion of the Demonic Cult, and even in the Sapa side, unlike the political faction, the Demonic Cult did not communicate, and if they did not believe in their doctrine, they would kill everyone and see it, so they implicitly entered into a cooperative relationship with the political faction. .

However, in that situation, a problem arose when a jangbodo (a picture or map showing the location of hidden treasures) from one of Muyeongshintu’s treasure chests appeared in the world.

Unlike general Jangbo-do, which has a lot of fakes or manipulatives, Moo-Young-Sin-Too’s ‘You’re angry about being stolen? Because of his provocative personality, ‘If you have the ability, try to recover it’, he released his self-made Jang Bodo to the world.

For that reason, the fact remains that there was a fact that in the past, some warehouses were found and the treasures stolen by Muyoungsintu were recovered.

In addition, Muyoungsintu maintained a provocative attitude, even recording what treasures were hidden in Jangbodo’s warehouse.

At this point, you might wonder if he is enjoying a game against the world.

Anyway, when the political faction and the private faction tried to form a united front to prevent the Demonic Cult in an implicit cooperative relationship, Jang Bo-do, who came out, caused a big problem to the extent that a fight broke out between the same political faction and the same private faction.

The reason for this situation is that the treasure written on the Jangbodo was the Yeokgeungyeong (易筋經) of Shaolin Temple.

It was created by Master Dharma himself and became the foundation and root of Shaolin Temple.

It was a disgrace that Shaolin Temple should never forget, and a root and source that must be recovered.

It was common knowledge that even the general public knew that Shaolin Temple, the giant tree of the political faction Murim, became so strong thanks to the solid roots of the reverse rhizome, and the same political faction also rushed with their eyes on fire to obtain the reverse rhizome.

As a result, many people were caught up in this incident and died, resulting in a bloody wind.

Even those who had heavy hips because of the name of the prestigious political faction gave a great shock when they were caught trying to hide their identities and steal the reverse mirror.

Some thoughtful people would rather claim that Jangbo-do was fake or that it was someone’s conspiracy if it suddenly disappeared on the way, but since it was a real Jangbo-do with a close-up view, these claims could not be strengthened.

In the end, Yeok Geun-gyeong somehow returned to Shaolin’s arms, but due to this bloody death, even the prestigious political faction could not trust each other.

In addition, the characteristics of the Murim people, who are proud and always pay back their favors, were added, and this bloodshed led to a chain of resentment that washed blood with blood.

If a disciple dies, the other disciples of that sect take revenge.
The families or close friends of those who were killed in revenge take revenge again.
The elders or elders of the sect of the disciples who were avenged take revenge.

If things have progressed to this point, the reason doesn’t matter.
Only hatred to destroy each other remains.
When a war breaks out between munpa and munpa, support is called and Eunwon is created again.

The bloodshed caused by Muyoungsintu’s Jangbodo spread like an epidemic, and new sources of money were accumulated, and as the money spread, new bad ties were created.

If you think rationally and connect the chain of hatred in this way, nothing will be left, but the fire of this bloody affair was not easily extinguished with the thought that Murim people, who value face, would rather die if they died, and could never be ignored.

“You mean…The situation?”
“Yes… Yes… Yes…”
“Yeah, it’s already been two years…”

Even though he was wearing a baggy hanbok, the man who boasted perfect muscles and lines through his clothes looked up at the sky and seemed to be reminiscing about something.

Sitting on the back of a bandit boss who had attacked and then slashed his head.

“Hey, but do you really have any questions?”
“What… What do you mean…?”
“Why do I meet the bandit first every time I descend?”
“That… That… I’m fine too…”

The bandit leader was dying for the actions of Jincheon, a young man in his early 20s who kept talking to him despite his head hurting.

Jincheon, who trained in martial arts for two years, showed the appearance and composure of a strong man with perfect muscles built in practice.

The bandits, who did not have eyes to see, did not understand its appearance and composure well.

The peculiar thing was that if the lines were thin and sharp in the past, now the lines are thick and the face is rough.

“And don’t you think, ‘This feels weird’ when there is no reaction despite several people threatening with knives?”
“That…That…”
“You guys rather giggled that I was scared?”

‘Fuck… I didn’t know you were this strong… !’

At first he thought he was a peddler with a lot of talent.
The reason was because of the large leather bag he had. Where is the Murim man who goes around like a peddler?

The stronger the Moorim people’s abilities, the smaller the burden they carry.
Coriander can move quickly, so if you don’t get lost, there’s no reason to stay homeless while being showered with dew.

That’s why when I saw him walking around alone with his luggage packed, I thought of him as a sturdy peddler who had learned martial arts to the extent of self-defense.

When he threatened with a knife, he thought that the gap between reality and imagination was so large that it hardened.

“Everyone stand up.”

When Jincheon stood up and gave the order, the 10 bandits, including the boss, quickly stood up.

“You guys are very lucky. I learned how strong I have become thanks to the cliché of being a test subject after a bandit appears after descending from the mountain.”

Tak-tak!

He smiled as he patted each bandit on the shoulder.

“I came to the conclusion that it’s no big deal even if thousands or tens of thousands of garbage come in.”
“…”
“…”

The bandits were heartbroken at Jincheon’s words that disparaged them as trash, but they couldn’t recklessly vent their anger against him, who had subdued them in such a short time that they didn’t even have a Korean meal.

“…So…So how do we…”

The bandit leader asked cautiously, cheering inwardly that he seemed to have no intention of killing them instinctively.

“You guys, are all the guys here? Aren’t there any alive?”
“Uh…We are the ones who survived the subjugation…”

They were in a gang of bandits that were going well for a while, but the problem was that they were going too well.

Because of the cooperation between the military and the Murim people, they were completely destroyed, and those who survived had to be scattered.

They met each other on the way, but the only thing they knew how to do was robbing, so they ate something like grass roots in the mountains.

“Yes, that’s all.”

Jincheon thought about something for a while and smiled evilly.

“You guys are very lucky.”
“Yes?”
“I need money to solve my personal problems. You guys need money to live too.”

That’s normal.

If I have money, I want to get rid of this kind of thing right away and go to a quiet place and live in moderation.

“I’ll be your boss.”
“Yes?”

Surprised by the sudden sound, the bandits were perplexed, wondering what the situation was.

*        *

Rumble- Rumble-

Jo Seo-joon, the leader of Songjeong Songjeong’s representative country, which is located in Honam, was leading a leisurely trip unlike usual.

This is because Gangbyeok, which was famous in Honam, recently collapsed through cooperation between the military and Moorim, and public order improved that much.

Of course, as time passes, new bandits will take their place, but it will take some time until then, so even if you are relaxed now, there is no big problem.

Jo Seo-joon and Pyo-du, who were moving leisurely while making such a medium-sized ticket.

“Huh?”

However, aren’t there dozens of men dressed as bandits standing there on the way?

’12 people. There is no forest to the left or right, so an ambush is impossible. What?’

Jo Seo-jun wondered what kind of situation this was, and the envoys who came with him could not hide their doubts.

The security was stable, so the number of people was a little less than usual, but it was still a medium-sized ticket, so the number of voters alone exceeded 30.

“On alert.”
“On alert.”

The envoys under the command of Jo Seo-joon, the head of the corps, were quietly ordered to be on the lookout for the surroundings.

This is to avoid giving the perception that this side was excessively frightened while being alert.

As we got closer to the men dressed as bandits, a man with a stern face and a large ax strapped to his back stepped forward.

“Everyone stop! This is the realm of invincibility!”
“Poop!”

Jo Seo-joon, who burst into laughter while being careless at the name Invincible, made a strange wind noise.

Who in the world would proudly present the name “Invincible” To the world these days?

Other officials had similar expressions.
Whether he knew what they were thinking or not, the bandit kept talking.

“One hermit per person! And if you leave half of what you have, I promise to send you safely!”
“Mad guys.”

There was a condition that a bandit with his head attached could never come out.

Bupyo-du, who was next to Jo Seo-joon, muttered as if he was dumbfounded by the words.

Normally, I would have warned him not to open his mouth prematurely, but he himself agreed, so he cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

“I don’t know which mountain village he’s from, but he’s quite a pleasant person. Just kidding, tell me what you really want.”
“Are your ears clogged! One hermit per head! Half of what you have!”

At those words, Jo Seo-joon and Bu Pyo-du looked around.
No matter how you look at it, there is no sign of an ambush.
There are no particularly strong-looking people.
But what on earth were you thinking to do such a reckless act?

No matter how careful he tried, Jo Seo-joon, who confirmed that they were everything, opened his mouth to Bupyo-du.

“They’re bandits who don’t know the world. Wipe them out.”
“Yes! Half follow me! Let’s go!”
“Eh!”

I left half to protect the target just in case, but still more than 15 people rushed at the bandits.

“Suddenly go to my chalian. Get out of the way.”
“Yes, boss!”

At that time, a masked man appeared from beyond the bandits holding an iron bow.

It was not a mask for decoration or style, but a blunt iron mask that looked like it was simply thinly spread iron.

“Ghosts, demons.”

The masked man, who hooked an arrow on an iron bow that was difficult to pull even with a long sword, let go while muttering quietly.

“About this kind of arrow!”

Bupyo-du tried to simply hit the arrow with the blade, but the arrow suddenly changed its trajectory and moved like a snake?

Puck!

The last sight of an arrow piercing his head while avoiding his own sword was Buoyodo, who lost consciousness.

Pupper puffer puck!

“Oops!”
“Keep!”
“Kkeek!”

The arrows pierced the bodies and heads of several warriors, moving fiercely like a living venomous snake.

“What, what!”
“This… This kind of archery…!?”

Since bows are generally treated as weapons for war, even those who are not involved in the affairs of Moorim do not take this part lightly.

Because of these problems, it is hard to see a weapon called a bow in Murim, but the archery warriors were astonished when they saw an archery technique that took the lives of several warriors with a single arrow.

“Gwisu, Ho.”

The masked man muttered quietly again and measured an arrow again.

Cheek!

Surprised by the sudden situation, Jo Seo-joon released his flesh before he could say anything and fired an arrow, flying toward the confused warriors.

Bang!

And the arrows exploded, and each one pierced the bodies of the warriors as small and sharp fragments.

2 pup pup pup puck!

After penetrating their bodies, the fragments either stretched limply or became lodged in them.

‘Unbelievable! He loaded the arrow with energy and exploded the point! In addition, I put my inner energy on each fragment to strengthen its power! Was there ever an archer with such skill in the midfield!’

In an instant, as many as 15 pilots were wiped out.
Seeing this, Jo Seo-joon realized through the two arrows that the Masked Man’s skills overwhelmingly surpassed his own.

“Now…Wait a moment! I don’t know who the deceased is, but first…!”
“Ghost, Pyo.”
“Talk to me for a moment!”
“You should have said that line before you drew a knife at me.”
“For a moment!”

Jo Seo-jun desperately shouted, but the arrow beyond his cognitive range mercilessly pierced his head.