Noh Gang Ho (3)

 

That wasn't the end of the shocking news that came out of Liu Xuehua's mouth.

"It is said that the Wulin Meng also defined those who sided with Shaolin as Wulin meritorious and moved towards the Zhongnan Sect."

Before she could finish speaking, Bai Jialing and Zhuge Muhuan added.

"The fortune teller must have also moved towards Sichuan..."

"After all, there seems to be someone there who uses his head... It seems to be a ploy to isolate Shaolin."

Thanks to their words, Mu Jin was also able to find out what the painting was by Xinchen.

According to the two of them, the Sichuan Tang family had to start a three-on-one battle with Ami Qingsheng from now on.

Jongnam also has to deal with the nearby volcano in addition to the Wulin League.

No matter how much the seeds of civil war germinated in the volcano due to Mujin's estrangement, Gupilbang is still Gupilbang·

With Wulin Meng and Huashan together, it would be impossible for Zhong Nam to survive alone.

So the only option left is to move the shaman and Zhuge Sega to the west to help the Tang family and Zhongnam.

Or do you want to move north to help Shaolin?

Zhuge Muhuan clicked his tongue lightly and said·

"That's why I was trying to make a blind eye before the Priesthood moved, but this is true... My opponent's movement was faster than I expected."

If Shaolin had taken the lead in creating Meng first, he would have been able to rally the Zhongxuan sects who sympathized with Shaolin's will and stand alone against the Shaolin Sect to some extent.

However, it was certainly difficult to fend off the Shaolin Alliance, a coalition of various sectarian factions, on its own.

Even if one of the four provinces, Salmak, collapsed.

Perhaps to break the gloomy atmosphere, Zhuge Muhuan opened the fan with a 'tap' and opened his mouth.

"But it's just a disadvantage... It's not impossible."

After that, Zhuge Muhuan began to discuss some schemes to overcome the current situation.

And even if Zhuge Muhuan simply said a few words without explanation, only one person could immediately grasp his intentions. It was just a hundred years.

But that didn't mean they got along perfectly.

Rather, it felt like the finest ...

"If you choose that plan, it will cause great damage to the Wulin League, but most of the Zhongnan Sect disciples will die!"

Before Zhuge Muhuan could say a few words, Bai Jiarling scowled at Zhuge Muhuan with a cold look and exclaimed.

Of course, the rest of the people didn't even understand why most of the Zhongnan Sect disciples were dying.

Then, remembering the mysterious cruel beast, Zhuge Muhuan replied to Bai Jialing with a mischievous smile.

"Sozer is too idealistic. In the first place, it's natural for people to die in war. Trying to save one more person could lead to the death of a hundred more."

It was Zhuge Muhuan who spoke as if he were laughing at a child who didn't know anything about the world.

After that, the two continued to argue.

It was not uncommon for ancient stories to pop up, and there was a constant outpouring of stories about Sun Tzu's military methods, the Six Sword Tactics, and the Seven Books of the Martial Scriptures.

Everyone in the room had to keep their mouths shut and watch the two argue together.

But it wasn't all fighting.

"How about this?"

Bai Ga Ling, who was fixing the seven-syllable vein, blushed in surprise and exclaimed angrily.

"Oh... That's a pretty interesting ploy. But instead of going with it, why not change it like this?"

This time, Zhuge Muhuan took care of the "ideal" scheme she had shouted.

Zhuge Muhuan, a cold-hearted man who doesn't care about the damage of his allies, and an ideal Bai Ga Ling, who pursues the least amount of damage, argued with each other and found an agreement.

Of course, Mujin couldn't keep up with the conversation between the two.

It's been more than a decade since I opened my eyes in the martial arts world, but I felt like I was listening to an alien language instead of a Chinese language.

Mujin sat there half-stunned, realizing that he had forgotten something very important.

"Oh!! Come to think of it, if the war goes on for a long time, I'll have no choice but to choose the Confederacy."

Inside Safa, the Tao Yue River was gaining strength.

He even had some acquaintance with two of the Seven Provinces, Haomen Kowloonbang, so the civil war in Safa was quite possible.

After hearing Mujin's cry...

"Oh... The Shaolin Divine Dragon must have sown some seeds on the Sapa side as well."

Zhuge Muhuan smiled strangely again, looking at Mu Jin and Bai Jialing alternately.

"I see... That's why Sozer kept talking about a stable plan. Did you think that if you would only drag out the time, the Apostle would withdraw on its own?"

“··· But I didn't want to let my allies die..."

Zhuge Muhuan laughed fishily at her words as she replied as if she was frustrated that she had found out her secret had been revealed.

"Shaolin Divine Dragon· And for example, Sojer· Now that we're in the same boat anyway, I'd be grateful if you could provide me with the information I can."

If he didn't, he looked like he would betray himself at any time.

Then, as if to lighten the mood, Zhuge Muhuan closed the fan and shouted in an excited tone.

"It's a little bit better. If things can be improved just by delaying time, then the number of options will be doubled."

After that, there was a discussion about how to stall the time with the Priests.

Mujin's expression wasn't very bright.

‘··· Even if Dao Yue Chen shakes it from behind, it's still too early to deal with the Hyukjin River..."

In the original novel, Dowolcheon's confrontation with Hyukjin River was the end of the novel, so Dowolcheon hasn't reached that level yet.

And this is not the same as Mujin.

Even if Shaolin drags time in front of you, and Dao Yue Chen and Kowloon Hao Gate shake from behind,

Mu Jin wasn't sure if he could defeat Sado and Hyukjin Kang.

Even if they were able to overcome it, the damage would be significant, as they could clearly see Zhuge Muhuan and Bai Jialing enthusiastically discussing the plan.

'Isn't there someone else who can turn the tables on you?'

Mujin thought about the contents of the novel he had read, but there was no character that immediately came to mind.

* * *

The news of the Sadleon's move quickly spread throughout the river.

At the same time as the civil war of the political faction, the movement of the Sado Refinery.

At a time when the entire powerhouse was preparing for the impending war and smelling of blood.

Located in Anhui Province, Nangong Sega had a peaceful atmosphere.

They were not attached to either the Wulin League or the Shaolin side, and they were in a way like bystanders in this war.

And in the depths of the Namgung family·

In a special space reserved for the cultivation of the Namgong Family, a man called the Nangong Sword Emperor The Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama was wielding a sword.

No matter how special the training space was, it couldn't handle his sword attack.

As such, he swung his sword toward the sky, and the sword ring on his sword tore through the air and gushed into the sky.

Quaa!!aaa

An unrealistic roar erupts from the friction of the air.

However, the expression of the Southern Palace Martial Drama who performed such a ridiculous feats was not bright.

‘··· Is it the limit now?"

An uncharacteristic thought crossed my mind.

In his life, he had also met someone who was better than him.

So was the Sentai Tianma, and so was the Hyungwang.

But he was confident.

The Southern Palace was the best in the world, so even if he lost at that time, he was confident that he would eventually rise to the highest level.

That's why he lost the battle with Hyunkwang and went into closed training for many years.

Of course, Hyunkwang had already passed away, but the Namgoong Martial Arts didn't care.

Just as he had done in the previous Tianma, he recalled the sparkle in his image and tried to surpass the light in his memory.

But now he's old.

If my head didn't want to admit it, my body was telling me so.

His age had already crossed the eighty mark and was approaching ninety.

No matter how steadily I cultivated martial arts, my body had already reached its limit.

In effect, he was in a state where he was moving his body through his internal cavity rather than his muscles or joints.

As a direct descendant of the Southern Palace Family, he had taken countless elixirs from a young age and had accumulated a wealth of inner strength.

However, I wonder if the thing that used to replace everything with only the inner strength of the body has now reached its limit.

No matter how many times I practiced, nothing changed.

‘··· The main seat is also a light or cloud. Has the time come for you to retire like them?"

Thinking of a confused thought, the old swordsman retrieved the sword, finished the closed training and walked out the door.

But why?

Even though I had the idea of giving up in my head, I couldn't easily accept that option.

'No, it is not. That's not the way to be."

The path he pursued was not the same as that of Wise Light and Fortune.

The way to live confidently as the best person in the world·

Forty years ago· The one who showed him what the Outer Heaven is. The path that Tenma walked was the path he pursued.

Should I go back to the theater and try to go beyond the lights?

The sound of a conversation penetrated the ears of the Southern Palace Dancer, who was immersed in such worries.

"You... Did you hear about it??"

"Are you referring to the Apostle League?"

"Yes... It seems that you have made up your mind this time, too... Many of the warriors in the Apostles have already moved..."

"Hmmm... But what does that have to do with us? The Lord of the House is not interested in this war, so you should pay attention to it."

It was a small conversation that could be heard through the wall, but to the ears of the Southern Palace Martial Artist, who had reached the realm, it sounded very detailed, as if he were talking right next to him.

And after a while·

Standing still and listening to the conversation on the other side of the wall, the new spirit of the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama disappeared like a mirage.

* * *

Located near Hunan Mountain, Sado Ryun·

In preparation for the war against Shaolin, the main gate of the Sado Retreat was wide open, as they began to gather the warriors of the Sapa Sect.

The warriors guarding the main gate of the Sado Monastery were letting in the long line of Sapa warriors and writing a guest book.

It was to see which sect each of them came from.

In the midst of such a non-stop and busy guest book.

The warrior frowned and looked at the old man in front of him.

There is a saying in the river lake that you should be careful of the elderly, the women, and the children.

But the old man was a face he had never seen before, and he didn't feel any energy.

If it was a famous Sapa master, he would have seen his face even with his appearance, so the martial artist judged that the old man was just a third-rate swordsman from the countryside.

"No matter how much you prepare for war with Shaolin, you still have to bring in third-rate warriors..."

He asked the old man, holding his tongue lightly inwardly.

"Show your name and affiliation..."

In response to the question of the Safa Muji, who had not the slightest respect for the elderly, the old swordsman replied in a calm tone.

"The name of the main seat is Namgung Martial Theater..."

"Namgung Dance?"

Why does Mr. Namgoong jump out of here?

As he looked at the old man with a puzzled face, the gatekeeper remembered a figure he had forgotten because he had been called by his nickname for a long time.

"I'm the Southern Palace Sword Emperor!?"

Before the gatekeeper's cry could burst out, the Warriors of the Apostles who were nearby.

And the eyes of the Safa warriors who had come to join the Priesthood all turned to the old swordsman.

But he's also short-lived.

"Hahaha· An old man dares to come to the Sword Realm and sell the name of the Southern Palace Sword Emperor!"

Judging the old man's words as false, the martial artist of the Apostles burst out laughing heartily, and everyone in the area had arsenic on the corners of their mouths.

"The Old Man· As a last act of mercy, I'll just let you go this time, so you can get back before you break anything."

The man who was writing the guest book stood up and tried to push the Southern Palace Sword Emperor away.

"Huh?"

For some reason, the old man was getting farther and farther away.

No, his body was bouncing back into the distance.

Without even realizing it, He had already been beaten in the chest by the old swordsman.

No one here has even seen the number of days in the old man.

“!?”

It was only then that the old swordsman realized that he was not an old man, and the warriors of Safa each drew their weapons and tried to pick them up.

Thump·

None of the dozens of unmanned people gathered at the gates of the Shido Monastery were able to draw their weapons.

The enormous wave that flowed out around the old man had taken over the whole area.

"The Throne has come here today to determine the best in the world."

The Southern Palace Martial Drama, who brought everyone who had limited themselves to their knees, spoke in a monotonous tone.

"So bring in the Hyukjin River..."