Tangmunjeon - Chapter 341



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Chapter 341 of Tangmunjeon Losing the Way Tang Mujin was a man of common sense, so he thought it was not his fault whether Namgung Jincheon fainted and was dragged out or not.

However, as the head of the party, he couldn’t just sit still. Shouldn’t he at least know how things were going on inside the party?

Also, his instinct as a member of parliament stimulated the impatience of the party leaders. Since the power of the Three Eyes Buddha was not ordinary, there was a possibility that he would suffer serious internal injuries from a single blow.

A bit of a slow time.

Dang Mu-jin headed to the residence of Sam-an-bul.

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But surprisingly, the first person Dang Mu-jin met was neither Sam An-bul nor Nam Gung Jin-cheon.

Dang Mu-jin encountered Jang Il-nam, who was loitering in front of the residence of Sam-an-bul.

In fact, the residence of Samanbul was also the residence of Jang Ilnam. Jang Ilnam had been staying in the same house as Samanbul since the first day he arrived at Danggajang.

It would be uncomfortable for two people to live in a small house, but Jang Il-nam lived comfortably without moving.

Dang Mu-jin asked.

“It’s so windy, why are you here instead of going in?”

“I should probably go in and sleep, but I’m a little hesitant to go in because I think I’ll run into Namgung Jincheon and ask him to spar.”

“Can’t you give it a try at least once? It’s not like it’s real combat.”

“That’s true. But I don’t really feel like it…”

The party leadership came up with a suitable solution.

“How about staying in another room until Namgung Jincheon leaves?”

“That’s not possible. I snore sometimes. My bedding is in there too.”

“···Should I just move you? I’ll even provide you with new bedding.”

“It’s okay. It’s good to stay in a familiar place. My brother said he’d stay for a few days and then leave again.”

As if Dang Mu-jin and Jang Il-nam heard the sound of conversation outside the house, the door opened and the upper body of Sam-an-bul was revealed.

“Don’t do that outside. Just come in.”

Jang Il-nam hesitated for a moment, but then seemed determined and headed into the residence with Dang Mu-jin.

Unexpectedly, Namgung Jincheon had already come to his senses and was sitting upright.

However, Namgung Jincheon’s atmosphere was completely different from what Dang Mujin remembered. To the point where even if they were twins who only looked alike, it would be believable.

Namgung Jincheon spoke to Dang Mujin in a refreshing voice.

“I didn’t even greet you properly earlier. Please understand.”

“It’s okay. It hasn’t been that long since we last met.”

Not long ago, Dang Mu-jin thought that Namgung Jin-cheon was a very cold and self-righteous person.

But Namgung Jincheon’s current atmosphere was not much different from that of other martial artists. He was a moderately upright man, moderately friendly, and a man who could be relaxed when necessary.

“The atmosphere seems a lot different than before.”

“Because when we met before, you were the head of the Namgung family. I had to show you a side that would befit the head of the Namgung family, not the side of Namgung Jincheon. But this is not the Namgung family, and I am not the head of the Namgung family right now.”

“It’s an attitude that suits the head of the household…”

When Dang Mu-jin answered like that, Namgung Jin-cheon burst into cheerful laughter.

“Yes. Myung-do will be learning naturally by now. Go visit Namgung Se-ga in a few years. Myung-do will probably be wearing a rather solemn expression.”

As expected, it was clear that Namgung Jincheon did not know that Namgung Myeong had run away from the position of head of the household.

The problem is that, unlike Dang Mu-jin, who knew the details but kept his mouth shut, Sam An-bul and Jang Il-nam were completely unaware of the details of the Namgung family.

Since it seemed as if Sam-an-bul and Jang Il-nam would start talking about Nam-gung-myeong’s whereabouts at any moment, Dang Mu-jin hurriedly changed the subject.

“Oh, by the way, I came to check if you have any internal injuries. May I check on you?”

In order for Dang Mujin to cure the Murim people, he must first instill internal energy.

However, this was not a light matter. Allowing Tang Mujin’s internal energy to seep into your body meant entrusting your life to Tang Mujin’s hands, even if only for a moment.

It is not difficult to block threats coming from outside, but it is difficult to block small attacks coming from within.

However, Namgung Jincheon nodded willingly.

Namgung Jincheon trusted his son’s friend and believed in the public’s opinion of the head of the Tang family.

“Please.”

Dang Mu-jin poured his internal energy into Namgung Jin-cheon’s eight meridians and lightly stroked them.

Namgung Jincheon’s condition was extremely stable, unlike someone who had just woken up from a faint.

Dang Mu-jin gathered his inner strength and answered.

“The condition is good.”

“I see. I thought there might be something wrong.”

Did I miss something? Dang Mu-jin asked back, thinking so.

“Does anything bother you?”

“My body was sore. It felt like my stomach, joints, and veins were full of oil.”

“···I didn’t get that feeling.”

Namgung Jincheon did not find Dang Mujin’s answer strange.

“It’s okay. I just asked because I thought you might be wrong. It shouldn’t be a physical problem. If you slowly remove the grease, you’ll be able to regain your strength.”

“Recovering your innocence?”

Sam-an-bul answered Dang Mu-jin’s question.

“Dang Mu-jin. Do you remember when Namgung Jin-cheon and I met before?”

“yes.”

This is the story of the day Namgung Myung lost his left arm.

Suddenly, the current situation where Namgung Jincheon and Samanbul were sitting peacefully facing each other felt very unfamiliar. From Namgung Jincheon’s perspective, wasn’t Samanbul the enemy who broke his son’s arm?

‘No, Namgung Jincheon is not free from Namgung Myeong’s left arm either.’

The story of the Three Eyes Buddha interrupted Dang Mujin’s thoughts.

“The Namgung Jincheon of that time would have been stronger than the Namgung Jincheon of now.”

“yes?”

Namgung Jincheon smiled awkwardly.

“It’s not surprising. Just as an unpolished sword rusts, a person will also rust if left alone. It’s only natural, after being locked up in Namgung’s household for so long without a proper opponent. But even so, it’s not to the extent of losing to Myeong.”

Dang Mu-jin glanced at Sam-an-bul. There was no change in Sam-an-bul’s expression. It seemed like he agreed with Namgung Jin-cheon’s opinion. Did Namgung Jin-cheon deliberately lose to Namgung Myung?

Namgung Jincheon continued the story.

“Danggajangju. Since we’re on the subject, how about we have a quick duel? If you think about it, I’ve caused you some trouble, so I’d like to help you out a little.”

“I am not in a position to spar. I use a martial arts weapon, not a sword.”

“Isn’t it the same as going the way of martial arts without using a sword? At least you won’t feel like you wasted time. It must have been hard to find a non-martial arts opponent, so why not show off your skills to your heart’s content?”

Namgung Jincheon’s story was very interesting. Just like his story, Dang Mujin was in desperate need of a sparring partner.

Unlike a sword that can be swung without having to sharpen the blade, a blade cannot be blunted. This is because if the blade is dulled, it becomes difficult to manipulate.

Also, since the wheel could not be stopped as suddenly as a sword, you could not request a sword strike unless you were sure that the opponent could block the wheel.

As a result of such complicated circumstances, Dang Mu-jin was unable to ask his three friends for a favor.

It was dangerous, but asking his friends to help him was like admitting that his friends were superior to him. Dang Mu-jin didn’t want to admit that he was secretly falling behind.

In addition, Sam-an-bul and Jang Il-nam did not have good compatibility, so it was difficult to request a fight, and Jang Il-nam did not like fights, so it was burdensome to request a fight. In this situation, Nam-gung Jin-cheon appeared, and he could be said to be the best fight opponent.

Dang Mu-jin nodded his head while giving a lottery.

“please.”

“Don’t go outside.”

That was the end of the story. The four of them left the house.

Sam An-bul and Jang Il-nam sat comfortably on the floor, while Namgung Jin-cheon and Dang Mu-jin stood at an appropriate distance.

“Let’s get started.”

Since it was not a situation where a surprise attack was intended to take a life, Dang Mu-jin first showed the flying wheel to Namgung Jin-cheon and then threw one of the flying wheels into the sky.

Namgung Jincheon’s gaze followed Biryun. Namgung Jincheon thought that Biryun, which occasionally sparkled under the moonlight, was incredibly beautiful. It was as if Dang Mujin had added another star to the sky.

Contrary to Namgung Jincheon’s expectation that Dang Mujin would receive and throw the flying wheel repeatedly, the flying wheel did not return to Dang Mujin’s hand but circled the sky like a bird.

Biryun flew up on the wind of the night sky, adjusting his height. Sometimes, when it seemed like it was going to fall, Dangmujin used his internal energy to lift it up again.

Namgung Jincheon evaluated it.

“···Great.”

“I will continue.”

Three more flying wheels flew out of Dang Mujin’s hand. Four flying wheels looked down at Namgung Jincheon like four eyes in the night sky. Namgung Jincheon smiled without realizing it.

Even though their level was low, swordsmen could often be found in Namgung Sega.

However, the last time I encountered someone who used a magical weapon was during the Battle of Jeongsa over twenty years ago. And even among the warriors of Sapha I met at that time, there was no one who used a magical weapon as unique as this.

It feels like my whole body is heating up for the first time in a long time.

“Let’s get started.”

At the same time as that story, Dang Mujin’s fingers moved intricately and moved the flying wheel. Three of the four flying wheels lowered their height and aimed at Namgung Jincheon’s shoulders, waist, and legs at the same time.

Namgung Jincheon took a short breath and put his weight on the heels of his feet.

Namgung Se-ga’s secret method, Changgung Palyeong (蒼穹八影).

It is not a fast or fierce technique. However, even though Namgung Jincheon’s knees did not point in a different direction, the direction in which his body moved changed frequently.

Unless you have mastered the Changgung Palyeong, there is no way to guess where Namgung Jincheon will take his next step.

However, Biryun followed Namgung Jincheon’s movements like a bird thinking for itself.

Within moments, two flying wheels passed by Namgung Jincheon, and one of the flying wheels collided lightly with Namgung Jincheon’s sword before flying back into the sky, finding its way back.

My wrist feels tingly even though the light touch of the blade and the sword are touching.

‘It’s surprisingly heavy.’

Namgung Jincheon estimated the location of the four rings that had not yet descended. He was more concerned about the fourth ring that had not yet revealed itself than the three that had been actively attacked.

However, the fourth wheel was still spinning around above his head, showing no sign of attacking. Namgung Jincheon was secretly impressed.

‘It’s not just the weapon that’s special. He knows how to fight very cleverly.’

It may seem like the situation where four wheels attack at the same time would be the most difficult to deal with, but that’s not actually the case.

People feel a great burden when they have to constantly recognize something that is invisible to the eye. In Namgung Jincheon’s experience, when there is someone waiting for an opportunity outside of the field of vision, the fight becomes considerably more difficult.

The three flying wheels were tangled in a messy manner, targeting Namgung Jincheon’s weak points. Namgung Jincheon would occasionally reach out and snatch the flying wheels away, or swing his sword to pin the wheels to the ground.

However, as if he had anticipated Namgung Jincheon’s plan, Dang Mujin did not let Biryun be taken away easily.

‘Indeed. He’s good at water fighting and has quick wits.’

Finally, a small blood line was engraved on Namgung Jincheon’s arm.

It was only a shallow wound that barely scratched the skin, but Dang Mu-jin saw a chance of victory in that wound.

Dang Mu-jin thought.

‘If you had used poison, you could have dealt a significant blow.’

Once you get addicted, it gets easier after that. In fact, you’ve already won half the battle.

However, just as Dang Mu-jin did not use poison, Namgung Jin-cheon did not mobilize all his capabilities.

Namgung Jincheon’s momentum changed and his technique changed. Instead of the light and nimble Changgung Palyeong, he started to walk with a gait that felt a bit heavy.

After the fight began, Namgung Jincheon opened his mouth for the first time.

“Okay, let’s try it once.”

Dang Mujin was busy performing light moves and moving his Flying Wheel. However, after Namgung Jincheon’s momentum changed, Dang Mujin’s Flying Wheel was unable to find Namgung Jincheon’s weak points.

If you get close, it seems like Namgung Jincheon will snatch Biryun away and swing his sword to knock Biryun down.

That wasn’t the end of it. Soon after, Dang Mu-jin realized something strange.

Even though he tried hard to spread his lightness and distance himself, he could not open the distance between himself and Namgung Jincheon. Even though Dang Mujin’s purple cloud step was faster than Namgung Jincheon’s pace, it was still the same. It was truly a shameful thing for a ghost to do.

‘What on earth is going on?’

Although not fast, the gap between Namgung Jincheon and Dang Mujin is narrowing very slowly.

Only then did Dang Mu-jin realize what Namgung Jin-cheon’s method was. Namgung Se-ga’s method, Mu-bo (無限步), which slowly but surely subdued space and expressed the mysteriousness of the blunt sword reaching the opponent through footsteps.

I was even more embarrassed because I knew the method.

‘Namgung Myung’s infinite ability wasn’t like this…!’

The distance between me and Namgung Jincheon is getting shorter and shorter.

Dang Mu-jin’s knees trembled slightly.

He knew in his head that Namgung Jincheon would not harm him. There was no reason for Namgung Jincheon to kill him, and if he did, he would not be able to escape from Samanbul and Jang Ilnam.

However, Dang Mu-jin’s body was different. The body was shouting that Namgung Jin-cheon was trying to kill him. He was out of breath. An unknown sense of elation enveloped Dang Mu-jin.

The party jumped onto the roof and ran around the building.

He ran in a straight line, and sometimes he ran hesitantly, trying to distance himself from Namgung Jincheon. However, the result was the same. Without missing a beat, Namgung Jincheon kept getting closer.

Finally, the distance between Namgung Jincheon and Dang Mujin narrowed to eight steps.

Dang Mujin threw up the fifth wheel. He wasn’t confident that he could handle five wheels at the same time, but now was the time to do it.

The moment Namgung Jincheon and Dang Mujin’s steps narrowed to three, Dang Mujin’s left and right hands, which had been moving intricately, clenched tightly.

At the same time, the five flying wheels suddenly changed direction and aimed for Namgung Jincheon’s back. If he didn’t react properly, it was an attack that could kill Namgung Jincheon. Dang Mujin half-forgot that he was in the middle of a fight.

And when the five flying wheels reached one jang behind Namgung Jincheon, Namgung Jincheon turned around sharply and thrust his sword.

The trajectory drawn by Namgung Jincheon’s sword penetrated the five circles drawn by the five flying wheels.

Five flying wheels were caught on Namgung Jincheon’s sword, making a loud clanking sound.

The moment when victory or defeat in the fight is decided.

Clap clap clap – The sound of Jang Il-nam clapping his hands in admiration was heard.

But Namgung Jincheon did not stop. Namgung Jincheon took another step closer and swung the sword with five flying rings toward Dang Mujin.

Namgung Jincheon’s sword was aimed at Dang Mujin’s forehead. Dang Mujin’s eyes opened wide.

Two thoughts came to mind at the same time.

‘Salcho?’

‘No. There’s no way I’m going to spread the word. It’s just a threat.’

Dang Mu-jin glared at Namgung Jin-cheon’s sword with both eyes wide open.

But the sword’s speed did not slow down.

It has to stop now. It has to stop now.

But Namgung Jincheon’s sword still does not stop.

Finally, the moment Namgung Jincheon’s sword touched Dang Mujin’s hair, Dang Mujin’s eyes turned to Namgung Jincheon’s back.

Sam An-bul and Jang Il-nam, two people, got up from their seats and ran towards him like crazy. The two of them also felt something strange. Their hearts sank.

Even though it was a friendly match, the fact that Namgung Jincheon was holding a real sword and not a fake sword came to mind.

‘···It was complacent!’

Death approaches so unexpectedly.

As he approached death, a series of images flashed through Dang Mu-jin’s mind.

Memories of going to the herbalist shop as an errand. The strange Lee Chung that I met by chance and made a connection with. Relationships that I became entangled in by chance. Friends. Dan Seol-yeong, Mok Wan-ah, children. Father. And even my own face vaguely reflected in the blade.

After passing through the long revolving lantern, Dang Mu-jin arrived in a pitch-black space.

A space without even a little light.

Dang Mu-jin realized. This must be the moment of enlightenment that his friends had spoken of, the moment when he would reach the realm of transcendence.

In some ways, it was a simple situation.

If you find a way, you may survive. But if you don’t find a way, you die.

But like his friends, Dang Mu-jin naturally assumed that he could find his way.

Dang Mu-jin searched for clues like a madman. He used all five senses except sight, and lay flat on the ground to search for clues.

My mind was filled with thoughts that it was okay to take the wrong path like Hong Geol-gae. It would be better to reach the next level than to die!

Dang Mu-jin wandered for a long time in a space where time had stopped.

I couldn’t tell how much time had passed. It felt like a moment, but it also felt like I had been trapped in the darkness for at least ten years.

And finally, Dang Mu-jin stood there blankly with a look of despair on his face.

There was no road. There was nowhere.

Dang Mu-jin looked forward, to the side, and up.

Just like the floor I had been looking at until now, there was nothing there.

Dang Mu-jin’s legs lost their strength and he sat down in a daze.

*

My five senses came alive. I could see the night sky again, I could feel my breathing becoming more rapid, and I could see Jang Il-nam and Sam-an-bul running towards me in a panic.

And then Namgung Jincheon appeared.

I raised my eyes and looked up. I saw Namgung Jincheon’s sword lightly touching my crown and stopping.

Namgung Jincheon pushed Dang Mujin to the point where he could die if he made even the slightest mistake, then stopped the sword with a skill that was almost divine.

The corner of his mouth stung. As expected, the blade had slightly cut his scalp. Blood flowed down from his forehead and touched his eyelids.

Namgung Jincheon asked in a soft voice.

“Master of the party. What did you see?”

Dang Mu-jin lowered his head, not in fear of death, but in frustration.

“···Nothing. There was nothing.”