Tangmunjeon - Chapter 261



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Episode 261 Flying Wheel

“Would it be okay to make it like this?”

When Dang Mu-jin showed Dan Seol-yeong a round piece of wood, Dan Seol-yeong shook her head.

“No. Just trim the edges as thinly as possible.”

“This is wood, not metal. If you cut it any thinner than this, it will break along the grain.”

“Just enough to feel it out by throwing it once or twice. We’re going to make it out of iron later anyway. Since we’re already making it thin, let’s make it a little smaller.”

After hearing Danseolyeong’s request, Dangmujin asked back.

“Size? The bigger one flies more smoothly.”

“If you’re making a toy for Young-i, it’s important that it flies smoothly. But you’re planning on making a secret weapon, right? Even if it’s a little uncomfortable to fly, a smaller one would be more practical.”

“Oh, I understand.”

Dang Mu-jin and Dan Seol-yeong were locked in Dang Ga-jang’s workshop and made a disk.

Danseolyeong has the sense and knowledge to predict how the created object will move, and Dangmujin has the skill to create the object.

So naturally, the roles of the two people were divided.

When Danseolyeong explains the shape of the object and finds room for improvement, Dangmujin accepts Danseolyeong’s opinion and creates the disk again.

Sometimes, Dang Mu-jin would get lost while focusing on a strange part, but at those times, Dan Seol-yeong would set the standard and lead Dang Mu-jin in the right direction.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to Dang Mu-jin.

Isn’t it common for pregnant women to see and hear only the best things and stay away from rough things?

I’m not sure if it’s right for Sandal to be locked in a workshop and grinding discs while approaching Danseolyeong.

However, because Dan Seol-yeong’s expression was so bright, Dang Mu-jin couldn’t stop her. If he told her to rest in the annex and that he would take care of things from here on out, Dan Seol-yeong would definitely look at him with a disapproving gaze.

Dang Mu-jin thought while carving a tree.

‘Is this the first time we’ve made something together like this since Mokin Port?’

Since the Cheonwangchimtong and the Powooihwachim were items that Danseolyeong had made and remade by Dangmujin, it is a bit difficult to say that they made them together.

‘It’s been a lot longer than I thought.’

Dang Mu-jin and Dan Seol-yeong continued their work by filling in each other’s shortcomings.

Memories of their time at Shaolin Temple came flooding back, and the two of them spent time chasing each other and carving wood without even realizing how much time had passed.

And the person who was most excited in this situation was not Dang Mu-jin or Dan Seol-yeong, but Dang Yeong.

If you were around the workshop, wouldn’t your father continue to make you interesting things? They were much more interesting and precious than the common rocks and sticks you picked up in the yard, or the toys that the people in the party would sneak up on you and give you.

Even Dangyeong didn’t have to go through the trouble of picking up the disc.

When Dang-yeong threw the discus with all his might with his small hands, the people of the Tang family who passed by would pick up the discus and bring it back to Dang-yeong.

The person who took on that role the most was Jang Il-nam, the blood-loving man. Unlike other martial artists, he did not train in martial arts, so he had the most time to play with Dang-yeong.

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After a few days, when Dang Mu-jin and Dan Seol-yeong had almost figured out the size and shape of the disc, Sam-an-bul, who was looking at the disc, spoke.

“How about making it in the shape of a ring instead of a disc? By leaving the center empty.”

“A ring?”

“Yes, Dang Mu-jin. Do you remember the Ghost King?”

“Yes. Aren’t you the one who ran away after seeing Elder Hwayeonshinni while escaping from the Demonic Cult? The author is said to have been called the Turtle King instead of the Ghost King in the old days. Is it true that he was called that because he played the lower part wrong?”

Sam-an-bul heard the story and stared at Dang-mu-jin.

It was a look that held a great deal of meaning, but Sam-an-bul did not say anything more about it.

“Yeah. Anyway, back when I was in the Demonic Cult, that guy told me about the Golden Wheel.”

“What is a golden wheel?”

“The Ghost King said that it was a magic weapon used by some monks in the Podalap Palace of the Western Emperor. It was a hollow ring with blades attached to the edges.”

“Is it a throwing weapon?”

“It’s basically a way to hold the blade in your hand and use it, but I heard that you can also throw it when necessary.”

“Then I guess I should try making it sometime.”

Because the idea of ​​leaving the center empty was unique, Dang Mu-jin created another disc similar to the ones he had made so far and then hollowed out the center entirely.

It was only the size of the palm of one’s hand, so it didn’t seem easy to hold it in one’s hand and fight like the golden wheel that Sam-an-bul had talked about, but its weight had become much lighter.

Dang Mu-jin relaxed his wrist and gently rotated the ring while throwing it.

All the discs made so far have had their trajectories slightly curved as they flew, but the degree to which the ring curved was much greater.

It must be difficult to handle, but if the trajectory is this unpredictable, it will be even more difficult for the person dealing with it. Dang Mu-jin saw the possibility in the ring.

‘If I’m lucky, I might get something great out of this.’

Dang Mu-jin headed straight to the blacksmith shop with Dan Seol-yeong.

In the past, it was a blacksmith shop belonging to the Seongseongpa Seongdo branch, but now it is Seok Ji-seung’s blacksmith shop that has naturally come under the protection of the Danggajang.

Unlike in the past, the blacksmith shop was large enough to accommodate several blacksmiths working at the same time.

This is because the size of the place gradually increased as more and more people gathered.

A loud clang of metal could be heard from the blacksmith shop, and the red flames were burning in the furnace, making it as hot as summer. Even though it was winter, the blacksmiths were sweating profusely as they struck the iron.

The forgemen look at the anvil as if they are not interested in anything else but iron.

However, as Dang Mu-jin approached the blacksmith shop, the three blacksmiths who were cooling off outside turned their gazes on Dang Mu-jin. It was a gaze that was burdensome to anyone who saw it.

The eyes of the three people seemed to be shouting at Dang Mu-jin.

‘Please come this way.’

Dang Mu-jin considered himself a member of the National Assembly and a military officer rather than a general. However, the people who most actively welcomed Dang Mu-jin in the party were not the members of the National Assembly or the military officers, but the generals.

Members of the National Assembly can learn medicine from Dangjeseon, Chusam, and Mokwana.

There are so many people who have mastered martial arts that it is difficult to count them all, and there are many people whose martial arts are higher than Dang Mujin. Among them, there are also teachers who are better than Dang Mujin.

But the situation was different for the night watchmen.

There is no one who can replace Dang Mu-jin. This is true not only for the Dang family but also for the whole world.

Dang Mu-jin is literally the only field general in the world with this level of skill.

But at the same time, among the people living in the party hall, the ones who Dang Mu-jin encountered the least were the night watchmen.

It was only natural that the blacksmiths would look at Dang Mu-jin with burning eyes as he passed by the blacksmith shop.

Normally, Dang Mu-jin rarely went into the blacksmith shop, but today was a little different. Dang Mu-jin’s steps were not just passing by the blacksmith shop, but were clearly heading towards it.

When Dang Mu-jin approached the blacksmith shop within twenty yards, one of the blacksmiths, unable to contain his impatience, jumped up from his seat and approached Dang Mu-jin.

The night watchman, who was well into his fifties and approaching his sixtieth birthday, asked politely.

“Dang So-hyeop. Do you have any business at the blacksmith shop?”

“yes.”

Those words were enough. The two other forgemen who had been watching Dang Mu-jin from the doorway suddenly jumped up from their seats and shouted toward the inside of the forge.

“Empty the central dialogue box immediately!”

“It’s almost heated up, but this is nonsense…”

A grumbling voice was heard from inside the blacksmith shop, then disappeared without a trace. This was because the blacksmiths had discovered Dang Mu-jin entering the blacksmith shop.

The grumbling foreman grabbed the red-hot lump of iron with tongs and quickly threw it away to a corner outside the furnace.

He wasn’t the only night watchman who stopped working.

Even the blacksmiths who had been pounding iron at their anvils have put down the lumps of iron they had been pounding.

It is rare for a night smith to stop mid-strike while striking red-hot iron.

If you’re lucky, you’ll have to start over from scratch, and if you’re unlucky, you might end up with an unusable piece of iron.

But now was not the time to be discussing such things. It was only once a year that Dang Mu-jin would come into the blacksmith shop.

Dang Mu-jin leaned over the blacksmith’s shop and pointed to the lump of iron that looked to be in the best condition.

An iron ingot that has not been shaped into a separate form, but has only had impurities filtered out.

“It looks like it’s in good condition. Can I use this iron ingot?”

“Write as much as you want!”

The blacksmith who made the iron ingot had a satisfied expression on his face.

It was worth it to stay in the furnace and not strike the iron, sweating profusely and getting burned by the hot molten iron.

As Dang Mu-jin picked up a small iron ingot with tongs and put it into the furnace, the night watchmen came and surrounded Dang Mu-jin, making a commotion.

“Who will be the lucky one to get a new sword today?”

“Samanbul? No. I heard he doesn’t use a sword… Is he Elder Jang?”

“He said he quit his life as a martial artist.”

“Then it seems like the party’s secretary is going to write it himself.”

“No. The iron ingot is too small to make a sword. Since Lady Dan came with you, I guess you are planning to make a decorative sword for her.”

People were making their own guesses, but Dang Mu-jin waved his hand.

“No, it’s not like that. I’m going to make this out of iron.”

“···?”

People’s eyes were turned to the wooden ring in Dang Mu-jin’s hand.

A shallow hook whose purpose cannot even be guessed. The night watchmen did not understand Dang Mu-jin’s intentions.

One of the young night watchmen expressed his disappointment.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve been to the blacksmith shop, and you managed to make a ring like that?”

“I think so.”

“However, I’ve heard that the martial artists consider the sword to be the best and most effective weapon.”

I said it indirectly, but what I meant was that I wanted to see you make a sword instead of a ring of some unknown nature.

The craftsmen gathered here are not the ones who make crude farm tools by pounding scrap iron.

They are swordsmiths who have dedicated their lives to making swords. Dang Mu-jin could understand why they would want to see swords being made. If the circumstances had been different, Dang Mu-jin would have done the same.

The older night watchman scolded the younger night watchman.

“Enough. The party did not come here to make a spectacle for you.”

When the young night watchman made a face of despair, Dang Mu-jin snickered.

“If this is a sword, it will be a sword. It will have a sharp edge.”

“You’re going to set your sights on a hook like that?”

“yes.”

Experienced field workers showed even deeper interest.

They had seen Dang Mujin make swords several times, and they could learn a lot from the process of Dang Mujin making things.

In fact, it was even better for them because they could learn more by making unique items.

What they are wondering now is how Dangmujin makes the ring.

It’s not unusual for the sun to bend.

Even sickles have curved blades, and sometimes there are even unmanned swords that swing curved swords.

But the shape is a perfect circle and it has such a small blade.

There was no one in the field who had any experience making such a thing.

The party leader explained.

“This is not something to be held and swung, but something to be thrown. It’s something unfamiliar to me, so I’ll have to be extra careful with it.”

“Can you make it in one go? Of course, you can, but…”

“You can make it. But there’s no guarantee that this is the best form, so you’ll probably have to make it several times, changing the form.”

“I guess you’ll be coming here often from now on?”

“That’s right.”

The night watchmen cheered at the news that Dang Mu-jin was visiting frequently.

While the night watchmen were asking the Dangmujin questions and seeking advice, the iron in the furnace became red-hot.

“Step back.”

Dang Mu-jin put the tongs into the furnace and tightly gripped the red-hot lump of iron.

A hot lump of iron can be hammered and reshaped, but it cannot be said to be soft, even in vain.

However, Dang Mu-jin’s keen sense of touch allowed him to gauge the condition of the iron through the tongs.

‘It’s just right.’

As Dang Mu-jin took out the iron and placed it on the anvil, Seok Ji-seung stepped forward and grabbed the tongs.

Dang Mu-jin found that a bit surprising. Usually, the person who held the tongs in front of Dang Mu-jin was the one with the best skills and the most experience.

‘It seems that Seok Ji-seung also had some achievements?’

Dang Mu-jin picked up the hammer lying next to him, swung it around sharply, and struck it down.

It’s the most spectacular moment.

Kaang-

The moment the hot iron first collided with the hammer, hundreds and thousands of sparks flew out in all directions with a loud noise. Numerous foreign substances stuck to the furnace were blown away by the hammer.

Dang Mu-jin glanced around. People’s reactions varied.

As a night watchman, the least accomplished person is the one who is distracted by the flashy sparks.

He who has long struck iron looks at the shape of the iron that the hammer has changed.

But the most experienced forgemen hear the sound of hammer and iron meeting.

And Seok Ji-seung was listening to the sound with his eyes closed. Dang Mu-jin smiled contentedly.

Unlike in the past when he was a somewhat clumsy night market leader, Seok Ji-seung was now the leader of the night market leader group of Danggajang.

Since he was certainly not inferior to the older field marshal in terms of skill, he must have been able to grab the tongs in front of the party leader.

Seok Ji-seung slowly moved the tongs to change the direction of the iron so that Dang Mu-jin could remain motionless and swing the hammer.

Thanks to Seok Ji-seung’s prompt guidance on the next step without Dang Mu-jin having to say anything, it was very comfortable to work.

The hammered iron was returned to the furnace and heated red-hot again.

The flattened lump of iron becomes elongated, and the elongated lump of iron regains its original shape.

The people in the blacksmith shop held their breath and focused solely on the sight of Dang Mu-jin swinging his hammer.

The faces of the night watchmen were flushed like children sitting around a winter stove, roasting various things.

The heat of the furnace, the dazzling light, and the excitement of their hearts flushed the faces of the older night watchmen.

After repeating this several times, the lump of iron took on a small, flat shape.

Dang Mu-jin brought a chisel and a small hammer and cut the inside of the iron block into a round shape, then finally heated the iron to give it a shape and put it into a water container.

Steam rose around the lump of iron that had been placed in the cold water, and water droplets splashed here and there.

The party leader gestured to the night watchmen.

“Okay. Now that the sightseeing is over, let’s each do our thing.”

But the people did not disperse. They wanted to see the final polishing work.

The dream they had been pursuing was unfolding before their eyes, so the night watchmen could not take their eyes off Dang Mu-jin’s fingertips.

Dang Mu-jin sat comfortably in a corner of the blacksmith shop, chatting with the blacksmiths and leisurely grinding rings.

The night watchmen remained in their seats, waiting for the small results that Dang Mu-jin would show.

A couple of small ovens in the corner of the blacksmith’s shop were out of the public eye, but the older blacksmiths did not scold the younger ones.

After much grinding and sharpening, a ring was born. A perfectly round blade without a single sharp point or dent. Even the blacksmith who had been complaining about having a sword made was staring blankly at the ring.

“What should I call this?”

“I hadn’t thought about it, but… I guess you could call me Biryun (飛輪).”

Now, one last step remains.

What Dang Mu-jin paid most attention to while hammering and polishing the iron was not the shape of the wheel, but the center of gravity and balance.

Dang Mu-jin stood upright one of the awls that had been rolling around in the blacksmith shop, placed the spinning wheel on top of it, and carefully removed his hand.

The five-piece coin, which is smaller than the coin but much thicker, is not easy to stand because its weight varies.

However, Bi-ryun stood still on the awl without shaking.

This was not an easy task for the party leaders, and it was an unbelievable sight for the field officers to witness.

“Oh my god···.”

Since they are swordsmiths, they know how important the balance of a sword is.

But the importance of balance they believed in did not mean this level of precision.

The sight that Dang Mu-jin showed was not much different from placing another blade upside down on top of a vertical blade.

If it had been an ordinary sword, Dang Mu-jin would not have paid this much attention to weight balance.

But the wheel was meant to be thrown. A small error could distort the trajectory and lead to undesirable results.

Dang Mu-jin put his finger into the hole of the wheel and spun it around as he went out of the blacksmith shop. The sun had already set and it was dark outside the blacksmith shop.

When a swordsman makes a new sword, he swings it at least once, even if he has not learned sword techniques.

The night watchmen quietly followed Dang Mu-jin out to see how he uses the blade. How does he use that blade?

As soon as Dang Mu-jin came out, he filled his hand with internal energy and threw the flying wheel with all his might.

The lightning flew very quietly and secretly and disappeared into the night sky.

All the field marshals stood there dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on.

‘You’re just throwing away something you worked so hard and made so lovingly?’

‘If you’re going to throw it, throw it close!’

It was a dark night, so there was no way to know where the wheel had fallen.

Although we know the direction it flew to, it is difficult to find it again because the ring is so small.

“What the…!”

“Shh! I bet you didn’t just throw it without thinking.”

The night watchmen sighed, but Dang Mu-jin concentrated and felt the wind blowing.

In the past, when he first learned the Heogongseop method, he had a hard time even handling light needles, but now, Dangmujin could secretly handle even the far-thrown Bi-ryun.

Over the past few years, the martial arts of the Tang Dynasty have also developed greatly.

After a while, when Dang Mu-jin raised his right index finger, a flying wheel flew out of the darkness and caught Dang Mu-jin’s finger.

The night watchmen couldn’t understand what kind of sight it was.

Since I did not know the empty space, I could not understand it, and since I could not create it by following the wheel, I had even less of a way to understand it.

But one thing was certain: it was a sight I would never see again in my lifetime.

Dang Mu-jin spoke to Dan Seol-yeong while spinning the ring on his finger.

“It’s pretty usable. Right?”