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So Moo-sang looked at the far-off hall with a cold expression.

Even within the ruined Buk Astronomical Gate, the temple that belongs to the most
intact axis was Jinmuwon's residence.

“You mean you have to be here for three years now?”

Ijo stayed here for two years. And Samjo must stay for three years.

The name is to monitor Milya's Jundong. But Somu-sang knew. That it is unlikely.

It was one hundred and thirty years ago that Milya first appeared in the world.

And the world was caught up in a tremendous vortex of war. Countless people have
died, and the world is dead.

When Milya disappeared, the war ended, and the world gradually found itself.

Milya appeared to the world every five years, or even ten years, after that. And
every time the world was engulfed in a great war.

Eventually, as the damage increased exponentially, Moorim joined forces to check

and prevent Milya.

The result was the North Astronomy. Bukcheonmun is not a naturally born clan, but a
clan that the former Moorim teamed up to control the Milya.

Former Moorim did not spare any support for the Buk Astronomical Gate.

Numerous military secrets and elixirs were given to the Bukcheonmun Gate,

and the Bukcheonmun Gate prevented Jundong from Milya by nurturing an elite based
on Moorim's support. Behind it was Unjungcheon.

Unjungcheon was the alliance to efficiently support the Buk Astronomical Gate and
prevent Milya.

In the early days, the elders and literary lords of each literary group were the
main pillars, but as time passed,

they began to be operated by a few minorities.

The nine skies, including the western culture, became the sky of Unjungcheon. Thus,
Moorim came to a new order.

The existence of Milya really completely changed the existing order and rules of
Moorim.

But somehow, from thirty years ago, Milya has completely disappeared from the
world. In thirty years, a generation was cut off.

The only thing that did not appear so that one generation would pass and become the
next one could only be seen that the vision of

the munpa was cut off or the spirit line was cut off. So, in Unjungcheon, it was
judged that Milya was completely destroyed.
When the existence of Milya disappeared, the North Astronomy became a problem. In
order to deal with Milya,

the existence of the Buk Astronomical Gate, which became too large to deal with
Milya, came under a huge burden.

Then, one after another, evidence was discovered that Jin Gwan-ho, the gatekeeper
of the Buk Astronomical Gate, communicated with Milya.

As a result, the Buk Astronomical Gate was dismantled by Unjungcheon two years ago.

Unjungcheon was never vigilant even though a boy named Jinmuwon left alone after
leaving Mundo in Bukcheonmun.

They sent Leejo to the outside party to closely monitor Jinmuwon's every move.

It was to determine the risk factors whether Jinmuwon is learning the martial arts
of vision or is dreaming of revenge.

If he had been judged to be a risk factor, it would have been eliminated by an

external party.

“The fact that two years have passed and survived until now means that it does not
pose a threat to Unjungcheon after all.

But I have to stay here for three more years.”

Somusang's lips are twisted.

It was to watch Milya’s Jundong, who was good at talking, but in reality it was
like exile.

At that time, a familiar voice came from behind my back.

“Co-master, what are you doing on your own?”

When I turned my head, I saw a man in his early twenties and a young man who had
just entered his thirties. Won-seom and Yoo Gyeong-cheon.

These are the men sent here with Somu-sang. Out of a dozen members, he was close to
Somu-sang because he was close to him.

So Moo-sang looked at Jin Muwon's residence without a word. Then he nodded as if he

knew it and Gyeong-cheon Yoo.

It is because they also had the same feelings as Somu-sang.

He said in a low-spirited voice.

“Can we rather kill us?”

"What are you talking about?"

“Then we don't have to be here for three years. If there is no object to be

monitored, wouldn’t the upper part also call it Jungwon again?”

Moo-sang So and Gyeong-cheon Yoo shook their heads at the playful words of the
original spirit.
The words and actions of a spirited spirit that have not grown up still were
absurd, but on the other hand, it made sense.

The voice of Somu-sang became colder.

“Our mission is to monitor Milya's movement. Don't be useless.”

“But my brother, no, the vice-chief has the same heart.”

“My heart doesn't matter. What matters is the mission from above.”

"However… … .”

“If I say the same thing one more time, I know I don't think of me as my brother
again.”

"Yeah."

At the end of the abstract words of Somo-sang, the spirit of originality lowered
his head. Gyeong-cheon Yoo kicked his tongue as he looked at it.

“You always have a problem with that mouth. Someday, you will be very angry with
that mouth.”

"Yes Yes! It's all about my mouth. In the future, I will keep my mouth shut.”

Yoo Gyeong-cheon smiled. Even if you do that, the words will begin to chatter again
in a little while.

He was a manly, talkative, and laughable spirit of ambition. Despite all sorts of
criticism, his number of words did not diminish.

As expected by Yoo Gyeong-cheon, the original spirit began to resonate, and after a
while, laughter began to burst out intermittently.

Jangpaesan was leaning his cup with Chief Seo.

It was the last night at Bukcheonmun Gate for Director Seo. And for Jangpasan, it
was the first day at Bukcheonmun Gate.

Each person felt different emotions.

Asked after Jangpae-san handed over the liquor.

“Now what will you do when you return to Joongwon?”

“Do you have a choice? You have to do what you set out above.”

“I've been in the remote area for two years, but wouldn't it have any benefits?”

"Well… … .”

Director Seo blurred the end of his words.

As Jangpaesan said, I have been here for two years, so when I return, I will get
something in return.

However, even Seo did not know what it would be.

The two were living, so they shared a drink. After a few pilgrimages, a drunkenness
came to the faces of the two.

Only then did Jangpaesan come to the fore.

“Did you take a lot?”

"What?"

“Why are the same friends doing this? Still, weren't goods from the world crowded
here at one time?

If I didn’t have wealth, I would have gotten a military secret, right?”

Instead of answering, Seo threw a glass of wine and ate a piece of pork.

“The useful martial arts secrets were wiped out by the Northern Angels, and the
wealth was scraped away by Unjungcheon and Gunung.

There is no beggar or that kind of thing.”

“Really? Didn't you have a hidden treasure?”

“I've been watching closely for the past two years. There is no place to hide the
treasure, and nothing is left. Believe me.”

Jang Pae-san's face was distorted at once. Because it was a different answer than
expected.

“If everything is plundered, then what does the little boy live with?”

“There is a servant. They seem to work at random and feed the little ones.”

“Then, what about Mugong? Isn't there any martial arts secretly learning?”

“Not as far as we have looked at it. He has never learned martial arts.”

“Wouldn’t you be memorizing it?”

“I didn't even think about it, but I was only 13 years old at the time.

How much must I have memorized? Moreover, I heard that the martial arts of
Bukcheonmun are particularly vast,

so that no individual can learn or memorize them alone. The Northern Angel, who has
been watching him since childhood,

also testified that he did not learn or memorize special martial arts.”

In fact, the reason Jinmuwon survived was the power of the Northern Angels.

They watched and knew that Jin Kwan-ho had not passed on to Jin Mu-won any special
martial arts.

If Jin Kwan-ho had passed on the martial arts to Jin Muwon, he would surely have
eliminated him under any burden.

Jang Pae-san's face was distorted. However, his eyes were not those of those who
gave up.
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The next day, Chief Seo and the members of Lee Jo left the Bukcheonmun Gate.

Jangpasan and the three trillion members had to stand and watch them leave.

It was a moment when the joys of those who leave and those who remain are mixed.

After a long time, Jo Jang Seo and Jo-won Lee, who were returning to their
hometowns, were full of smiles,

while Jangpa-san and Sam Jo-won were woogeojisang.

"damn!"

Someone's swear words came out. Then Jang Pae-san shouted.

“Are you a portrait? I can't go back to my place!”

At Jangpasan's yelling, the three trillion members scattered and returned to their
respective seats.

“Let's stay for a while.”

Jang Pae-san summoned Somu-sang and built it up.

“What is it?”

“I have something to instruct the assistant manager to do.”

So Moo-sang looked at the face of Jang Pae-san without a word. Then Jang Pae-san
laughed, revealing the yellow teeth.

“Isn’t it sorrowful that the patriarch also thought of rotting for three years in a
place like this?”

“That’s it… … .”

“I have to rot three years anyway. If so, I'll try to get what I can get while I'm
there.”

“But didn’t the members of this group say it’s dog hair? There is nothing to
rescue.”

“That's what they're talking about, and think with common sense.

It's Mugongseo, but the Northern Angels say there's nothing to rescue because
they've been robbed of it, but still,

wouldn't there be at least one note left?”

“Do you think there is a hidden remark?”

“The history of the Northern Astronomical Gate is a hundred years. In the meantime,

wouldn't you have prepared at least one remark you don't know about?

If not, the north wall would have saved his son by self-determination, saying he
was crazy. I have nothing to pass on.”

“But I couldn't find Lee Jo-won either.”

“So, I mean, the co-pilot should be close and watch over the kid. I can't believe
the other guys are sloppy.”

Jang Pae-san knew that Somu-sang was very cool and meticulous.

Because of that, it was true that it was difficult to deal with, but Somu-sang was
the best suited person for this kind of work.

“If you keep watching, you will definitely get caught.”

“What if not?”

At the words of Somu-sang, Jang Pae-san looked eerie.

“If so, then you have to torture to find out.”

“But don’t touch the kid at the top… … .”

“Hey! How do those of you who are high on what happened in a place far away?

Anyway, if you report that you died in an accident, stop. Anyway, it was conscious
of the public opinion of the military officers at the time,

so it was the same in Unjungcheon. Rather, if you say you died in an accident, you
would rather say that your stomach is cool?”

Jang Pae-san was smiling. Though his face full of greed was grievous, Moo-sang Soo
was willing to join hands with him.

Somusang was pushed and pushed back to Samjo anyway. There was no place to fall and
no place to back down.

I don't know if Vigo's treasure really existed, but it was enough just that he had
a reason to spend his time without waste.

'Jinmuwon.'

Moo-sang Soo-sang's gaze naturally turned to the temple hall where Jinmuwon is
staying.

Jin Muwon went out to battle.

His daily routine was always the same as if he was spinning around.

Wake up early in the morning and take a walk around the Bukcheonmun Gate.

He walked with his back luggage looked like he had come out on a sightseeing tour.

So Moo-sang quietly followed and observed Jin Muwon. As Jang Paesan said,

there was no sign of any martial arts mastery in Jinmuwon.

Those who have mastered martial arts and those who do not have a difference from
their steps.
Breathing is shallow and steps are heavy. It is a typical figure of a person who
has not mastered the internal skills.

After walking for a long time, it seemed that my physical strength was not so good
to stop and rest as if I was short of breath.

But overall, he has a well-balanced body shape, and his limbs are longer than
normal people,

so learning the martial arts would have many advantages.

'But it's too late to learn martial arts.'

Jin Muwon's age is already fifteen. It was already the age to harden my muscles.

The children of the prestigious family entered Mugong at the age of at least six or
seven years old, and by the age of Jin Muwon,

they set foot on the stage of ascension.

From birth, with the help of various elixirs and supreme methods, they transform
themselves into the best bodies to learn internal gong.

The starting point is different from the criminals. It was virtually impossible to
catch up with such people from now on.

Jinmuwon, who had been struggling, sat in the crumbling pavilion near the north
gate.

'Who are you waiting for?'

So Moo-sang watched by hiding in the shade of a tree that could not be found by Jin
Muwon's eyes.

How long has it been? I saw someone coming through the north gate.

“Confucius.”

Now he was a man who seemed to be in his late thirties. He had a slightly crooked
waist and his skin was very dark, so he looked much older than his peers.

Jin Moo-won looked at the man and looked happy.

“Hwangsuk!”