Numerological Stone (1)

 

Two days later· Early Morning·

The warriors of the Political Affairs League began to leave the Alliance in line.

There was still time until the start of the battle with the Southern Heavenly Society, but due to the distance from the Apostles, they left a day early and headed for the battlefield.

After traveling for half a day, they were able to reach Dexing County in Jiangxi Province from the vicinity of Dongjing Lake in Hunan Province.

Deoxing County is a county located in the northeastern part of Jiangxi Province, adjacent to the three provinces of Anhui, Zhejiang, and Fujian, making it a strategic location that is easy to travel to either direction.

Especially, after Hyukjin Kang reappeared·

The front line between the Sado and Nangong Sega was running between Zhejiang and Anhui provinces, so it was very easy to join either way.

While others were relaxing in their own inns or tea shops. Mu Jin went to Zhuge Muhuan to discuss future schedules.

Zhuge Muhuan, who was drinking tea at the coffee shop and reading Wen Xuan, greeted Mu Jin.

"You've come to the right place..."

Mu Jin simply politely bowed to the prefect and sat down across from him.

"What are you planning to do now?"

"We have received information about the location of the gunman."

Saying that, Zhuge Muhuan shook the Xu Qiu in his hand once, and then took it to the candlestick and burned it.

"We're going to go to the top of the pack early tomorrow morning."

"If you do that, I'm going to join the Southern Palace Family?"

Zhuge Muhuan nodded, and Mu Jin sighed.

"For some reason, I feel like you don't want to deal with the Namgoong Sega family, so you are passing it on to me..."

"Hahaha· Could it be? On the other hand, since you are missing, you need someone to command the battlefield, so I have no choice but to go to the side of the leader."

"On the other hand, isn't it possible that the General Army is heading towards the Southern Palace and I am going to the Commander?"

At Mu Jin's question, Zhuge Muhuan gently turned his head to the side and waved his fan.

"Will they listen to my commands? Hahaha· If we want to help the Southern Palace, we need force rather than intellect."

Take a moment to glare, glaring at Zhuge Muhuan, who was squirming.

Mujin let out a sigh and straightened up.

"You'll have to arrive early for tomorrow's battle, so let's leave."

"I wish you good luck..."

After exchanging a few words of greeting with Zhuge Muhuan, Mujin headed straight to the inn where the sacred corps was resting.

The number of the Sacred Corps, which consisted only of the late Exponent, reached two hundred, but about half of them, about a hundred, joined Mujin.

"We're going to move in a separate wing. After this angle (30 minutes) we will leave again, so please prepare your own supplies or take a break."

Mu Jin, who had given instructions to the late exponents of the Sacred Dynasty who had come to join him, left Deokheung County with them after this each.

After traveling for about half a day, they were able to reach Chengyang County, located near the Old Huashan in Anhui Province.

At present, the main body of the Nangong Se family was staying in Qingyang County.

At one point, it was the Nangong family that had driven the city all the way to Zhejiang Province after an exciting attack on the Confucian Army, but had retreated to Anhui Province again.

It was because the Hyukjin River, who had been defeated by the Nangong Sword Emperor, had joined the front line of the Nangong Dynasty.

Thanks to the retreat of the Namgong family, the Chongpyo faction, who was in charge of the north alone, was able to afford it, and the general voter who had more time to spare sneaked out and targeted Bai Ga Ling and Mu Gong.

In any case, Mu Jin, who knew the place where the main body of the Nangong Se family was staying, headed to the manor where they were staying.

"What are they?"

The Southern Palace Se, who was guarding the entrance of the manor, was stopped by Mu Jin, and Mu Jin spoke with the prefect.

"Shaolin Mu Jin from the Political Alliance... I've come to join you with the Sacred Battalion of the Political Alliance."

I wonder if it's because Mujin's fame has been growing in Wulin lately. All of the gatekeepers seemed to know Mujin's Dharma name.

In addition, the Sacred Realm also included the late exponents of the Great Sect and the Gatekeepers, so it was not difficult for the gatekeepers to recognize them.

But the gatekeepers were not caught off guard.

"Right now, we can only let one delegate inside..."

He was at war with the Apostles.

It was possible to disguise himself as a transfiguration technique or a bast mask, so it would be foolish to let outsiders in.

"Zhuge Jinhui Sozer· You're leading the rest of the crew."

Mu Jin entrusted Zhuge Jinhui, who had become a kind of squad leader, to take command of the Holy Corps, and entered the manor.

Take a short walk with the guiding man. The man stopped in front of the large hall and shouted at the hall.

"Lord of the Family· The monk Mujin of the Political Affairs League came to visit..."

"Tell me to go in."

Before the owner could answer, the man who was in charge of guiding me stepped aside.

Mujin willingly opened the door of the hall and stepped inside.

"Shaolin's Great Disciple Mu Jin meets the Nangong Sega Master."

Mujin bowed to the captain and glanced inside the hall.

But there wasn't much to look at.

At the top of the table, there is a middle-aged man I have never seen before. And on the other side was a young man with a familiar face.

Seeing him for the first time in a long time, Nangong Jinchen was looking at Mu Jin with a triumphant face, perhaps because of his previous defeat, but Mu Jin was not particularly interested in him.

'Hmmm· That man is called the Sword Emperor."

It looked strangely similar to the Nangong Jincheon.

"It seemed to be busy in Hunan, is it a long time coming?"

The lord of the Southern Palace family immediately asked for the main topic, as if it was troublesome to exchange useless ceremonies. With a sullen expression·

"Now that you've succeeded in overhauling the Meng, shouldn't you attack the Dragon?"

"When we were in the middle of the war, we were left behind, but now we're here to join the war."

It sounded sarcastic, but his expression was still blunt.

"In order to fight the great forces, we also needed to build a great force . . . In fact, more than that, the Namgoong family didn't seem to be happy with our request for help, so they were just waiting."

"You know..."

Nangong Changhui nodded once and asked with a cold expression.

"I don't know why you want to join me now, when you know it so well. Did you think we'd swallow our pride and ask for help by now?"

In contrast to his sullen face, his body exuded an overbearing and domineering aura.

On the contrary, his overbearing aura and sullen face gave off the air of a "king".

"Hahaha· How could we play such a prank on the Namgong family?"

Mujin, who had already battled countless masters, was unable to be overwhelmed by the momentum.

While smiling on the outside, Mu Jin only sighed inwardly.

"With people with filthy high self-esteem... Ugh...'

I'm here to help you because you've been pushed aside since Hyukjin Kang joined.

He could see why Zhuge Muhuan was so reluctant to take off the crane when he said Nangong Sega.

However, he couldn't miss the opportunity to catch the Hyukjin River, the lord of the Divine Heaven, so Mu Jin followed the advice he had received from Bai Jiaryeong and teased his mouth.

"After all, isn't the purpose of the Southern Palace Family the Priestly Refinement? We, the Political Affairs League, plan to take this opportunity to deal with the total voters. The Hyukjin River belongs entirely to the Namgoong family."

"Why did you come here when you could have gone that way? From what I heard, it seems that the late exponents also brought several people with them..."

Apparently, he had been briefed on the Sacred Corps in such a short time.

"It's because our sacred university is a group of late-stage exponents. Late Indexes are the future of Wulin, so why not send them to a safe battlefield if possible? I think I'll be able to give you a chance to see the sword of the Southern Palace, which is called the strongest and most powerful sword in the world."

Mu Jin raised the Nangong Sega to the side, and the corners of Nangong Changhui's mouth turned up.

It was strangely similar to Zhuge Muhuan's laughter. Only the corners of his mouth were smiling, and his eyes were not smiling at all.

"I'm almost suspicious that he got the nickname Kwon Jie with his tongue . . . ."

“····”

Mu Jin didn't respond to Nan Gong Changhui's words, but just looked at him silently, and after a while, Nan Gong Changhui spoke again.

"If you don't interfere, there's no reason to stop you from being together. Still, you can't cut someone from the same political faction just because they're next to you..."

It was just a call to watch from the sidelines, but it meant that he wasn't going to throw it out anyway.

"We're going to leave here tomorrow morning and move to strike the Apostles."

"I'll be preparing..."

Mujin bowed his respects again as the prefect and walked out of the hall with light steps.

After staring at Mu Jin's place for a moment, Nangong Changhui turned his head to look at his son.

"The Soga lord doesn't seem to care. What do you think?"

“··· I thought the gap would have narrowed, but I don't think it's enough."

Nangong Jinchen replied gnashing his teeth.

In the war with the Sado League, he has experienced many practical battles, and with the addition of the last of his heart left by the Southern Palace Sword Emperor, the ability of the Southern Palace Jinchen has grown to the point where it can only be described in the words "Sunrise Moon".

However, the gap felt even greater than the last time we met in Wulin League, and Namgong Jinchen was very excited.

Looking at his son, Nan Gong Changhui nodded once and said:

"It's a good mindset. If I hadn't noticed the gap, I would have scolded him. And if I had given up because I was overwhelmed by the disparity, I would have given up on you."

A cow who is intimidated by his opponents. It was definitely not suitable for the Great Southern Palace Family, which produced the best people in the world.

"We are the chosen ones of royal blood.

In the end, we are the ones who come out on top. Be willing to have a fit-and-whip yourself."

"I will. My lord·"

After staring at his motivated son for a moment, Nan Gong Changhui said.

"If you do, go back and rest for tomorrow's battle..."

At his father's congratulatory order, Nangong Jinchen paid his respects with a gun ticket and left the hall.

And right after his son left. Abi recalled the impression he had been hiding.

'Kwon Jera...'

It was too heavy for a young man in his mid-twenties.

"I thought the rumors of the powerhouse were not to be believed."

The young man he met for the first time today was beyond his expectations.

I didn't expect you to let go of your mettle so easily.

'He was a weirdo...'

Nangong Changhui had a completely different feeling from the masters he had met before.

Rumor has it that he has mastered a unique martial arts technique and has put more emphasis on the outside than the inside, so I thought that was the difference that came from that.

Thinking about Mu Jin, Nan Gong Changhui smiled faintly, perhaps because no one was there.

"It's not just a matter of Sogaju."

It was Nangong Changhui who realized that if he made a mistake, not only the Soga lord but also himself would be pushed aside by the emperor.

* * *

The next morning·

Mu Jin was leading the late exponents of the Sacred Dynasty, and the Southern Palace was following in the footsteps of the Mu people.

In a few moments, the war will begin.

It wasn't just the war between the Namgong Sega and the Hyukjin River.

At the same time, the battle between the Political Leader and the General Voter would also begin, as would the battle between the Southern Heavenly Society and the Nachal Witch.

As he headed to the battlefield, Mujin's mind naturally remembered a conversation from a few days ago.

'Did he really understand?'

In response to Bai Jiahuan's message that Mu Gong was blocked by a wall, Mu Jin had given Bai Ga Ling some advice.

If it hadn't been for the letter that Bai Ga Ling sent to Bai Jiahuan, his advice would probably have reached Dao Yue Tian.

But he didn't know if he understood the advice.

Originally, enlightenment could be expressed in sentences or words, but it could not be expressed in the opposite way.

It's funny, but that's why it was an epiphany.

If it was the wall that blocked you or the sentence or sentence that best suited the situation you were going through, it would be enlightenment, but if it wasn't, it would be "knowledge" instead of enlightenment.

That's how all people are. There are things you know in your head but don't do.

Therefore, the timing and circumstances were important for the beginning of enlightenment, and conversely, there was a danger that the clues to enlightenment that came into contact with too early would be taken for granted because they remained knowledge.

The good news was that Mu Jin understood a lot of Taoyuecheon.

When I was in school, I re-read the novel The Battle of the Apostle Emperors many times, and I realized how strong Dao Yue Chen had become.

I knew what kind of enlightenment I had attained and how I had overcome the wall.

'Yes... I'm sure I'll get through this."

Mu Jin recalled his idol from his school days, Dao Yue Chen of the Apostle Emperor Temple, and steeled himself.

I didn't have time to think about it anymore.

Before I knew it, countless dolls were appearing in the distance.