The Legend of the Northern Blade Chapter 50

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“I missed you, Hwangsuk.”

Jin Mu-won fell and stared at Hwang Cheol’s face. Then Hwangcheol made an expression of great emotion.

“Now you have become a member of the Constitution. “I don’t think Hwang Cheol will have any time left even if he dies like this.”

The wind blew and swept Jin Mu-won’s hair. Then Jin Mu-won’s hidden true face was revealed.

A straight forehead, a tall nose, deep eyes beneath a cool gummy nose, and thick lips stubbornly closed. Although he was not an exceptionally handsome man, he had the looks to be heard as a Honam guy no matter where he went.

The undressed upper body was perfectly balanced with muscles, as if it had been carefully sculpted by a craftsman. Every time Jin Mu-won breathed and spoke, his muscles wriggled as if each and every one of them was alive.

Seven years changed Jin Mu-won from a boy to a proud man. During that long time, Jin Mu-won learned martial arts alone in Jeokam Mountain. Except for the occasional visit by Hwang Cheol, who gave him daily necessities and then left, he spent his time completely alone.

Jin Mu-won grabbed Hwang Cheol’s hand.

“the weather is cold. Please go inside.”

“First we have to unload…” … .”

“It’s not too late to do it later.”

“All right.”

Hwangcheol nodded and followed Jinmuwon.

They moved to a cave located not far from the furnace. This is the place that has been Jin Mu-won’s home for the past seven years.

In the past few years, Jin Mu-won had never lit a fire, even in the middle of winter. I thought that enduring the cold was part of my training, so I endured it. But today, I lit a fire and made tea for Hwang Cheol.

As the warmth spread within the cave, color returned to Hwang Cheol’s face. Jin Mu-won served carefully brewed tea to Hwang Cheol.

“As expected, Confucius’ tea tastes great. “I have never tasted tea like this anywhere else in Nanzhou.”

“Hehe! “Hwangsuk is praising me again.”

“I’m not condescending. “I am sincere, Confucius.”

Hwang Suk was truly impressed by the taste of the tea served by Jin Mu Won. She didn’t even give herself particularly good tea, but Jin Mu-won always brought out the best taste. Because of that, once you tasted Jinmuwon’s tea, you couldn’t drink tea anywhere else.

“It looks different than before. “You are amazing, Confucius.”

“is that so?”

Jin Mu-won smiled at Hwang Cheol’s words.

The phrase “one god, one god, one god” (日新又日新) seemed to exist for Jin Moo-won. Every time Hwang Cheol visited, Jin Mu-won changed. And at some point, Jin Mu-won became something that Hwang Cheol could not even fathom.

Now, Hwang Cheol did not estimate Jin Mu Won’s martial skills. I could only guess by looking at the deepening eyes.

“What’s going on? “I just don’t think it’s the right time for you to come.”

“Something happened this time and I had to go far away. “I came early because I thought I wouldn’t be able to come for quite a while.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“It won’t be that dangerous. “No matter what happens, I can protect myself, so don’t worry too much.”

“I hope it’s not something serious.”

“It won’t be a big deal. “Don’t worry too much, Confucius.”

“Then I’m glad.”

Even as he answered, Jin Mu-won did not look very comfortable.

Hwang Cheol is like his only blood relative. Jin Mu-won truly thought of him as his father’s replacement.

It was thanks to Hwang Cheol’s support that he was able to stay in Jeokam Mountain and only practice martial arts for seven years. If it weren’t for him, it would have been impossible to learn martial arts to the current level.

“Please be careful, Hwangsuk.”

“I am rather worried about Confucius.”

“What can happen if I stay alone in the mountains? Rather, what is the situation under heaven?”

Jin Mu-won is stuck in the mountains and doesn’t know how the world works. Only by meeting Hwang Cheol like this was I able to hear news about what was going on in the world.

Hwangcheol began to reveal what he knew. Because he wandered the world with a staff, he was more knowledgeable about the world’s situation than any other person.

“Since that day, the situation in the world has been greatly shaken. The Northern Heavens Master has revealed its distinct presence, and Unjungcheon has now begun to keep them in check. Unjungcheon… … .”

Hwang Cheol continued for a long time, and Jin Mu-won listened in silence.

Finally, after Hwang Cheol finished speaking, Jin Mu-won opened his mouth.

“So Milya still hasn’t shown herself.”

“That’s right. After that day they disappeared again and have not been found anywhere since. Because of that, Unjungcheon seems to be quite embarrassed.”

“okay.”

Jin Mu-won’s expression darkened.

‘Hanseol.’

There was no news of Eun Hanseol anywhere.

As if he had completely disappeared from the world.

‘Where on earth are they?’

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“Sniff!”

Hwangcheol wrinkled his nose and opened his eyes. The fragrant smell flowing from somewhere was stimulating his sense of smell.

“Where?”

Hwangcheol looked around for a moment and realized that the place he was lying on was a wooden bed in a cave. Last night, while talking with Jin Mu-won, he remembered that he had taken out a jar of liquor from the carriage. It was Sohongju, which I specially bought from a guesthouse in Nanzhou that was famous for its ability to hold alcohol well.

“then… … .”

He probably collapsed while drinking with Jin Mu-won. He himself was quite good at speaking, but Jin Mu-won seemed to be even better than that.

“Are you awake?”

Hearing Jin Mu-won’s voice, Hwang Cheol looked toward the cave entrance. At the entrance to the cave, there was a fire pit where you could easily cook food, and Jinmuwon was standing in front of it.

The delicious smell that stimulated the sense of smell was coming directly from the pot on the fire pit.

“Confucius, did you cook it yourself?”

“I felt sick to my stomach, so I made some simple hwagwa.”

“I can do this… … .”

Hwangcheol made an expression of regret. Jin Mu-won smiled at the sight of Hwang Cheol like that. Now he could live only for himself, but Hwang Cheol was still living only for Jin Mu-won. For Jin Mu-won, Hwang Cheol was his only family.

“You’ll feel relieved.”

Jin Mu-won placed the flowers on a wooden table.

“The smell is killer.”

Hwangcheol sat in front of the table and couldn’t help but be impressed.

Because he lived alone for a long time, Jin Mu-won’s cooking skills were as good as those of any other host.

Jin Mu-won gave Hwang Cheol a bowl of hwagwa and then put it in his own bowl. When white rice was added, it became a perfect meal.

Slurp!

Hwangcheol quickly drank the hot hwagwa. As soon as the hot soup went in, my stomach felt relieved.

“Confucius, this is really good.”

Hwangcheol repeatedly raised his thumb. Jin Mu-won smiled at that.

“There is still a lot left, so eat it slowly.”

Hwangcheol nodded but did not take his mouth off the bowl. Jin Mu-won looked at Hwang Cheol blankly.

I didn’t know before, but now I know. Hwang Cheol’s level is higher than he thought.

‘There is no limit to betting. If so, you will be able to unleash sword energy.’

This could be said to be the beginning of the climax. Even talented people often fail to reach the peak and become frustrated.

This is Hwang Cheol, whom his father Jin Gwan-ho raised and taught martial arts to. Jin Mu-won, who watched from the sidelines, knew better how poor his talent was.

Some geniuses can learn ten things by teaching them one thing, while others are so intelligent that they can deduce a hundred truths hidden behind them just by understanding simple principles.

However, they are very few and exist in the so-called realm of genius. On the contrary, most people in the world have a hard time digesting even one thing if taught to them.

Hwang Cheol was even more than that. He was a person who found it difficult to understand even one thing if he taught ten things.

So to speak, it is a dull material. He has learned martial arts to this extent. How much blood and sweat must he have shed, how much hardship must he have endured? Even though he was slower than others, he never gave up, and as a result, he achieved his current level.

The sight of Hwang Cheol practicing the exercises seemed good to the eye.

‘The presence or absence of talent is important, but what is truly important is never giving up.’

Jin Mu-won once again gained enlightenment.

As a military officer, Hwang Cheol was an ordinary person. However, the human Hwang Cheol gave him a lot of enlightenment and courage.

“Hwangsuk.”

Hwangcheol raised his head and looked at Jinmuwon.

“You must be healthy.”

“Don’t worry, Confucius. “Until the Northern Heavenly Gate stands tall again in the world, this Hwangcheol will neither get sick nor fall.”

“You know I’m always grateful, right?”

“Confucius.”

Hwang Cheol made an expression of emotion. Seeing that naive appearance, Jin Mu-won burst out laughing without realizing it.

Time passed quickly without me realizing how I ate.

Hwang Cheol neatly piled up the items he had brought into the cave. Except for the clothes and iron ingots, most of it was Jinmuwon’s daily food.

“Why did you bring so much? “I still have a lot of the forms I left behind.”

“A man should always eat well. That’s how you use your strength.”

“Hwangsuk, you know my stomach has been giving me a lot these days. “I can tolerate it without having to eat as much as I used to.”

“Please don’t be generous and eat a lot. I wonder if this Hwang Cheol can’t even support Confucius’s food.”

“Yes, I will try my best to eat a lot.”

Jin Mu-won was worried that Hwang Cheol’s nagging would continue, so he answered coolly. Only after hearing Jin Mu-won’s answer did Hwang Cheol feel relieved and begin to eat again.

“Ah, good!”

Hwangcheol continued to exclaim in exclamation as he drank the soup.

Jin Mu-won also smiled and drank the remaining Hwagwa. So the two quickly finished eating.

It’s time to leave.

“Confucius, I will come back in spring. Please take care of yourself until then.”

“Hwangsuk, please take care of yourself.”

“Yes, don’t worry.”

With those words, Hwang Cheol dragged the carriage and went down the mountain. Jin Mu-won watched for a long time until Hwang Cheol disappeared. Only when Hwang Cheol’s appearance had finally disappeared completely did Jin Mu-won turn around.

Now it was time to get back to normal life.

Jin Mu-won looked at the sword body on the workbench. I could no longer feel the heat in my sword body. Jin Mu-won began to carefully remove the mud stuck to the sword body.

Toad!

Every time the mud fell, the hidden flesh of the sword body was revealed little by little. While ordinary swords usually glowed silver, the sword body made from black stone had a muted glow.

Jin Mu-won’s face was reflected in the pitch-black sword body, as if ink had been released.

Huh!

When Jin Mu-won lightly swung his sword, a sharp sound of a blast rang out. After swinging it a few times, a smile spread across Jin Mu-won’s lips.

He liked the fact that it felt good in the hand and was perfectly balanced, even though the handle was not made. I feel like I am being rewarded for all my hard work over the past two years.

But it is still too early to feel at ease. There was still some more work left to do. The blade had to be sharpened, and the handle and scabbard had to be made.

Swish!

Jin Mu-won began sharpening the blade on the whetstone he had prepared in advance. However, only the whetstone was reduced and there was no change in the blade.

“You’re upset to the end.”

Jin Mu-won was so dumbfounded that he burst out laughing.

The anger that I thought was all gone rose up.

“Oh, let’s see if you win or I win.”

Jin Mu-won began the work of injecting energy into the whetstone and sharpening it again.

Swish!

The sound of blades grinding echoed in the quiet mountain valley. Jin Mu-won forgot about the passage of time and was so absorbed in sharpening the blade.

Work was slow. Even though the internal force was concentrated on the whetstone, the change in the blade was literally minimal. But Jin Mu-won never gave up.

In terms of patience and patience, no one in the world can compare to Jin Wuyuan. Patience was what Jin Muwon could do best.

This too was a fight.

The sword and his fight.

Jin Mu-won forgot everything.

I forgot to practice martial arts and forgot to think. I just closed my eyes and did my best to raise the blade in silence.

How much time has passed? The blade, which was once dull, began to turn bright blue. Midwinter sunlight hit the blade and scattered flakes in all directions.

Jin Mu-won even forgot the passage of time. He focused only on the sharpened sword.

It was at some point.

Tooung!

The sword felt like a part of me, as if the nerves at my fingertips were connected. It seemed as if the sword blade, sword body, blade, and sword were connected to the arm as one. His shadow energy seeped into the sword like ink.

Ugh!

At that moment, the sword cried. No, the sword whispered.

Jin Mu-won listened to the sword’s whisper.

Give me a name… … .

Something awakened in the sword.

Jin Mu-won opened his eyes to that strange sound. Then she saw the sword body forming smooth lines like the naked body of a woman. The appearance of the sword body shimmering in a soft muted light was like a flower blooming in her eyes.

Jin Mu-won opened his mouth.

“Seolhwa, I will call you Seolhwa.”

Ugh!

The name of the sword burst out.

Just as a newborn baby announces its existence through crying, Seolhwa announces her existence to the world through the sound of a sword.

Jin Mu-won caught the story. Then I felt a strange warmth in my palm. Jin Mu-won shivered at the familiar feeling, as if it had been his for a long time.

Jin Mu-won swung the snowflake.

Huh!

A wisp of sword wind arose, and the accumulated snow gently floated into the air. As Jin Mu-won used Man Yeong-gyeol, a silent glow shimmered on Seol-hwa’s black sword body.

As the history continues, the story proudly spits out its sword. And a flower made of snow bloomed in the air.

“Hanseol.”

Seolhwa, another name that remembers Eunhanseol.

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Trees grew even on Jeokam Mountain, which was made entirely of rocks. Because it splits the rock and puts down roots to suck up the dry nutrients, it could not grow to the size of an adult’s waist. However, its vitality and hardness could be said to be the best in the world.

Jin Mu-won named the tree Cheolsimmok and made a sword. Cowhide was tied around the sword to prevent slipping, and the word Seolhwa was engraved on the handle to protect the hands.

I also had to make a sword sheath. Jinmuwon made the inside of the scabbard with thin pieces of iron and wrapped the outside with iron core wood. Cowhide was added to the completed sword sheath to make it look as ordinary as possible.

Slam!

The angle of the sword and the scabbard fit perfectly, as if they had been one from the beginning.

Jin Mu-won gently caressed Seol-hwa, who had now become his beloved sword.

Ugh!

Seolhwa let out a soft cry.

Like a coquettish woman, like a whining child. Jin Mu-won stared at the story in fascination for a long time.

The silent light shimmering from the sword body was so luminous that it completely stole one’s soul, and the energy flowing through the blade was so dazzling that it was magical. Once you give it a look, your heart will be stolen in an instant.

Only then did Jin Mu-won realize.

What he created was neither a divine sword nor a magic sword.

“It’s a magic sword.”

Occasionally, new recruits who shook the world would appear in Gangho. However, no new soldier could shed the magical energy as in the story.

Just looking at it shook my heart and made my heart pound. Seolhwa was literally oozing with formidable energy.

If you’re not careful, you’ll end up getting eaten by the sword’s magic.

‘Maybe it’s better. You’ll always be able to keep yourself on guard.’

Jin Mu-won stood in front of the sword wall holding a snowflake. It is a huge wall that has blocked his path for the past seven years. The wall, which had been polished like a mirror, had countless scars carved into it.

This is the trace left behind by Jin Mu-won. His seven years were engraved on the sword wall.

Jin Mu-won operated Man Yeong-gyeol.

The shadow inner strength hidden behind the Danjeon stretched out. Like cotton absorbing water without a sound, the shadow energy spread throughout his body.

I could not feel any movement in my energy or any change in energy. The only thing that changed was Jin Mu-won’s eyes.

The eyes turned blacker than usual, as if a veil of darkness had been drawn over them.

The shadow energy that spread throughout the body also seeped into Seolhwa. Seolhwa did not reject shadow inner work. No, rather, he accepted it greedily, as if he was coveting the shadow power.

The more the shadow power was accepted, the more the sword body of Seolhwa became dyed in a deeper black light.

It looks like a condensation of darkness.

Jin Mu-won began to gently swing the snowflake.

Huh!

Jinmuwon’s movement, which started as a breeze, soon turned into a typhoon.

Annihilating Heavenly Demon Spiritual Sword.

The incomprehensible swordplay unfolded in Jin Mu-won’s hands.

Sigh! Wedge!

His sword became a shooting star, and also a huge wall.

The sky seemed to split into two pieces, and the pieces poured down on the ground like heavy rain.

There seemed to be a flash of light, but a moment later darkness came.

“Whoa!”

The moment Jin Mu-won sighed, the darkness that came like a fantasy disappeared like a lie.

Sreung!

Jin Mu-won put Seolhwa into his sword sheath. Seolhwa started crying softly as if he didn’t want to go in, but as soon as he entered the sheath, he became quiet.

But there was no change in the sword wall. He was looking down arrogantly, as if he was mocking Jin Mu-won’s movements.

Jin Mu-won turned around as if he had no regrets.

Wow!

At that moment, the surface of the sword wall, which was covered with wounds, collapsed with a scream. No, it had turned into powder and was flowing down.

After a roar like the scream of a giant echoed through Jeokamsan Mountain, what was revealed was a surface as smooth as a mirror. Jin Mu-won returned to the way he was before he first swung the sword.

Whiing!

As the wind blew, the finely broken powder that had accumulated on the floor was blown away.

The unusually cold winter was fading away.

Hwang Cheol, who said he would return in the spring three months later, did not return even then.

Jin Mu-won waited for Hwang Cheol to return. But even after a month or two, and the hot summer returned, Hwangcheol did not return.

‘Hwangsuk.’

I couldn’t wait any longer.

One unusually hot summer day, Jin Mu-won left Jeoam Mountain and began heading south.

martial arts,