Chapter 105: The Boy Grows Into A Younger Man (4)

Exchanging letters promptly throughout the huge Central Plains was no straightforward activity.

One might entrust letters to a well-connected and reliable service provider group, however this required not solely cash but additionally connections.

Nevertheless, for famend clans just like the Baek Clan, the Peng Clan, or the Moyong Clan, this was no troublesome matter.

Moyong Jin, too, had efficiently obtained a reply to his letter from Baek Ha-jun.

-Brother is trapped within the Repentance Corridor.Up to date from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

This sentence was written within the reply from Baek Ha-jun.

He talked about that he had inquired about Yi-gang to Golden Needle Phantom. Studying this sentence, Moyong Jin frowned.

It wasnt that he was stunned that Yi-gang was trapped within the Repentance Corridor. He was puzzled why Baek Ha-jun would write about it in a letter.

Understanding how a lot he disliked talking sick of his brother, there appeared no cause for him to write down one thing that may very well be held in opposition to him.

It should have been both false that he was trapped within the Repentance Corridor, or there was another cause behind it.

And Moyong Jins suspicion was appropriate.

-Theres no means Brother did something mistaken. As you understand.

What do you imply, as you understand?

-Students from Beijing visited the Azure Forest. It was a bunch from Hanlin Academy. They wanted assist deciphering historical texts found in Tianzhu. The Azure Forest is thought for that. Usually, when translation from the Tianzhu language is required, its entrusted to the Shaolins Sutra Pavilion. Surprising, isnt it?

Even Moyong Jin, a martial artist, was conscious of the popularity of the Azure Forest. However he was stunned at how talkative the often reticent Baek Ha-jun was in his letter.

-Brother Yi-gang entered a spot within the Azure Forest, a grand library. He personally welcomed the students from Hanlin Academy. One of many students, apparently drunk, precipitated a scene. He was a nephew of the Minister of Civil Affairs. However you understand.

A nephew of the Minister of Civil Affairs and a scholar of Hanlin Academy can be fairly influential, even in Beijing.

The Azure Forest, regardless of being a significant sect, should have had a tricky time coping with this.

-Properly, Brother slapped that man. Broke a number of of his enamel. It precipitated fairly a stir. Seeing Golden Needle Phantom chortle about it, everybody should have felt vindicated. In fact, it didnt escalate into a significant subject.

Moyong Jin knew why it hadnt become a significant subject with out having to ask.

They should have realized that Yi-gang was from the Baek Noble Clan, a well-respected clan even in Beijing.

To not point out the standing of Yi-gangs moms household.

-Fortunately, every thing was resolved. However they’ve guidelines within the sect. Since he hit a visitor, he couldnt go unpunished. So, he was ordered to face the wall in solitary contemplation within the Repentance Cave for fifteen days. Father laughed heartily when he heard the story.

Moyong Jin chuckled at this a part of the story.

-Anyway, Brother has grow to be very sturdy. Now, he is likely to be even stronger than your brother. I have to prepare more durable too.

Should prepare more durable. That was the final line of the letter.

It ended abruptly, as if it was written in haste.

Baek Ha-jun had replied to Moyong Jins letter asking about his well-being with solely tales about his brother. He in all probability despatched the letter swiftly and went again to his sword coaching.

Loopy man!

Moyong Jin clenched his enamel. And the thought that Baek Yi-gang would possibly now be stronger than his personal brother, Moyong Tak, was absurd.

The final time they met, wasnt Yi-gang barely in a position to transfer? Even Moyong Jin himself was assured in beating Yi-gang, not to mention Moyong Tak.

In fact, Moyong Jin was once overly cautious, however he had grown considerably since then.

Whoosh.

The sound of the air being break up echoed from the sword swung.

In his hand, the Star Cloud Sword Approach, modeled after the motion of stars, was being executed.

Other than the letter he obtained from Baek Ha-jun, Moyong Jin had already heard rumors.

Rumors that Baek Ha-jun of the Baek Noble Clan had began to make his sword cry. He had reached the extent of imparting a reputation to his sword at a younger age.

I have to too

Moyong Jin had by no means heard of Sword Cry.

However that by no means stopped him from making an attempt. His sword dance was changing into extra fierce.

The sword mild flashed wildly.

As the ultimate transfer of the Star Cloud Sword Approach unfolded,

Zing

Moyong Jins sword, suspended within the air, trembled barely.

However his expression remained unhappy.

This was not Sword Cry. It was only a non permanent vibration brought on by the extreme movement.

Then, a sluggish clapping sound echoed, clap, clap.

Startled, Moyong Jin turned his head and rapidly sheathed his sword.

Brother!

Moyong Tak, smiling broadly, appeared out of nowhere.

Try to be resting.

I used to be a bit tense simply loosening up.

Thats good. Properly executed.

The connection between Moyong Jin and Moyong Tak had modified barely from earlier than. Moyong Tak, often mild in public, may very well be fairly sly once they had been alone.

Their relationship turned awkward after Yi-gang had drastically embarrassed Moyong Tak. However time had healed them.

Not did Moyong Tak have a look at Moyong Jin with contempt. The invisible wall between them had largely disappeared, because of Moyong Taks efforts crammed with guilt.

Moyong Jin, who had all the time revered his brother, felt the happiest now.

Has he arrived?

Sure, phrase is hes arrived on the lakeside.

The brothers had come out to welcome a visitor at this time.

It was a visitor from the Namgung Clan, with whom Moyong Tak had constructed a rapport on the Seven Stars Convention.

Emperor King Sword Namgung Yu-baeks granddaughter, Namgung Yeo-sang, had introduced her youthful brother, Namgung Shin.

Yeo-sang, or ought to I say, Miss, are you joking now?

Joking? What do you imply?

Moyong Taks voice was barely agitated. It was extra an perspective of disbelief than anger.

As Moyong Jin was making an attempt to understand the state of affairs in shock, an unbelievable assertion got here from Namgung Yeo-sang.

The particular person Namgung Shin needs to problem in a sparring match is you, Tak. Not your youthful brother.

It was an absurd suggestion. It could have been totally different if Moyong Jin wasnt there, however difficult Moyong Tak when his peer, Moyong Jin, was current made no sense when it comes to talent or propriety.

Haha, Miss, I do know you’ve some grudge in opposition to me, however this joke is an excessive amount of.

Moyong Tak tried to defuse the state of affairs with amusing. There was no cause for him to spar with a child who was barely previous his voice breaking.

Nevertheless, Namgung Yeo-sang was now not smiling.

The Namgung Clan doesn’t joke with the sword.

At that second, the quiet Namgung Shin took a step ahead.

Moyong Jin stared blankly at Namgung Shins profile.

I, Namgung Shin, a newbie within the martial world, humbly request steerage from Moyong Tak!

Shouting resoundingly, he grabbed his sword.

It was now not a joke.

The second Namgung Shin laid his hand on his sword, Moyong Taks smile light.

His subsequent phrases had been his final act of mercy.

If thats how it’s dont resent my sword for its mercilessness, Yeo-sang.

You neednt fear about that, Moyong Tak.

Namgung Shin and Moyong Tak confronted one another.

Moyong Jin, who had ready for a sparring match that was alleged to occur at this time, all of a sudden discovered himself sidelined.

His face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

He needed to blow up in rage, however he held it again. His brother would punish Namgung Shin and make him pay for his conceitedness.

In poor health let the junior go first.

Moyong Tak, because the senior, naturally supplied this.

Namgung Shin expressed his gratitude.

In comparison with the 15-year-old Namgung Shin, Moyong Tak was in his prime as a swordsman. The end result appeared predictable.

One might solely hope that Moyong Tak would present mercy and never trigger severe hurt.

However Moyong Jin noticed it.

The faint smile forming on Namgung Yeo-sangs lips.

After which a thunderous sound erupted.

Rumble

It was the sound of thunder, as if lightning had been enjoying among the many darkish clouds filling the sky.

That sound unmistakably got here from Namgung Shins sword.

Moyong Tak murmured in disbelief.

Sword Cry?

May that actually be referred to as Sword Cry? It was a sound like none Moyong Tak had ever heard.

The extreme wave of Qi {that a} frequent blue metal lengthy sword couldn’t face up to was in all probability inflicting that sound. If that’s the case, it was past the abnormal.

Right here I come.

Namgung Shins aura, which had appeared abnormal, reworked.

Namgung Yeo-sang smiled from behind.

With a thunderous sound, Namgung Shins sword unleashed the Emperor King Sword Model.

Moyong Taks face turned deathly pale.

The sparring match didnt final lengthy.

Moyong Tak shouldnt have yielded the primary transfer to Namgung Shin. On the very least, he shouldnt have approached it with the perspective of educating a lesson to a youthful junior.

The Emperor King Sword Model was an aggressive sword approach. As soon as overpowered in momentum, it turned more and more troublesome to get well. He wanted to regain the move of the Star Cloud Sword Approach.

If he had resorted to deadly strategies, he might have actually minimize by means of Namgung Shins sword kind. In spite of everything, Moyong Tak had entered the realm of Wounding Sword Qi.

However it was neither a duel to the demise nor applicable to make use of sword power in opposition to a junior.

No, all these had been simply excuses.

Moyong Jin, standing behind Moyong Tak, noticed it.

When a few hundred strikes had been exchanged, Namgung Shins sword momentarily slashed by means of Moyong Tak.

And the intense purple blood

Splash

Splattered onto the face of Moyong Jin, who was standing behind.

That day, Namgung Shin unofficially defeated Moyong Tak in a sparring match. Although it was an off-the-cuff match, the information unfold quickly. Namgung Yeo-sang made positive of that.

The Moyong Noble Clan suffered an indelible scar.

Clan Head Moyong Jeong-cheon, in a rage, scolded his son, and Moyong Tak, deeply wounded, went into hiding.

Moyong Jin took up his sword to avenge his brother.

His dedication to coaching was so intense that it nervous the martial artists of his clan.

His purpose was to defeat Namgung Shin, now essentially the most anticipated participant within the Seven Stars Convention that was simply two years away.

Time, as all the time, flowed indifferently.

Two years handed, and the yr of each the Dragon-Phoenix and Seven Stars Conferences arrived.

It marked 4 years since Yi-gang had joined the Azure Forest, and he had turned 19.