The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 89

The military service examination is over. After a long meeting between the bridgeheads, Chung-woo barely had a chance to take the Eulmuban exam.

Thanks to Han Tae-Seok, who was angry, and who did his best without taking care of the situation, Jegalsan Mountain barely took over the red string after suffering from hair loss.

The only thing that passed through was Cheongsang. Of course, due to the increased intensity of the military service examination due to the three people, the number of successful applicants was less than 30 degrees.

There were many twists and turns, such as retesting because it was too little than originally planned.

Having had time to rest after passing the military service examination, they were spending time at a restaurant located within the political alliance.

Cracking.

Zhugeesan Mountain stared blankly at Cheongwoo.

You eat really well. How can all that stuff go into my stomach?

“You’re amazing every time I see you.”

Cheongsang smiled awkwardly at the admiration of Jegalsan Mountain.

“By the way, now it’s Eulmuban’s test.”

“Yes. Unlike other tests, the number of passers-by is set at just eight, so the competition is going to be fierce.”

“Do you know what kind of test it is?”

“No, it hasn’t been announced yet.”

“Hmm.”

It was Jegalsan Mountain with excellent information power, but I did not know the contents of the Eulmuban test.

“One thing is known is that the general manager of this test is the Windless Fire Fighting Federation.”

“What? Yang Dae Hyub?”

“Come to think of it, you said you were already meant to be, right?”

“Oh, that’s not true. It was his cousin who had a connection with the two great associations.”

“I see. Anyway, I’m already looking forward to it. The examination is conducted by Yang Dae-hyup, one of the seven political leaders.”

“Come to think of it, the class will start right away tomorrow, right?”

“Yes.”

“If it’s a class, is there a high possibility that the test will take place in class?”

“Yes, I expect so. Perhaps a multifaceted assessment will be made. It will have a big impact on the Eulmuban exam.”

Cheongsang nodded instead of Cheongwoo, who was busy eating meat at the horse of Jegalsan Mountain.

A total of eighty people passed the military service examination. The successful candidates, now recognized as Eulmuban, unpacked their luggage at the accommodation assigned to the academy while waiting for Yang So-bang, which had not yet arrived.

The test schedule was not announced accurately, but as Jegalsan Mountain said, it should not have slowed down.

Unlike Cheongwoo, Cheongsang definitely wanted to join Gapmuban.

one’s esteemed uncle

I wasn’t good enough to stand next to him yet.

No one set a goal for them to do anything when they left the shaman.

Just have a safe trip. I just said, “Stay healthy and be well.”

No one told them anything burdensome, such as raising the shaman’s name.

But Cheongsang knew they were the faces of a shaman.

Cheongsang and Cheongwoo were the only ones who put the names of shamans on the current political alliance.

They represent a shaman. Their achievements at Yongbonggwan must be the way to raise the name of the shaman.

“My uncle is already approaching the seven-star politics.

The relationship between the two fire departments, and the amount of iron in Geomseong, and the secret dance achieved a mutual angle.

Those two alone must have been a great name. Even the reputation as a shamanistic prosecutor was similar to theirs, and even Mugong was trying to stand shoulder to shoulder.

It was time for them to move on.

You have to get up on your own without anyone’s help.

As a disciple of the shaman and an uninhabited person representing Oryonggung Palace, as well as a private cousin and a shaman’s sword, Jinmu’s son-in-law, unashamedly.

I had to raise the name of the shaman.

Cheongsang clenched his fist without realizing it.

“CHUNGWOO”

“...What?”

Cheong-woo, who bit the meat so that his cheeks were full at the call of Cheong-sang, raised his head.

His own priest who excels in martial arts but is simple, honest but a little lacking.

It will begin in earnest tomorrow. And we’ll have to do our best as a shaman.”

“What?”

I mean, we both have to join Gapmuban.”

“I heard you’re only going to pick 8 people. Including me?” I don’t know if it’s the death penalty or the Zhuge Liangso, but I’m... I’m just... I’m just... I’m not sure”

Chung-woo smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

However, Cheong Sang’s expression was too determined.

“Well, if my uncle hears that, he might not let me go.”

“What?”

“You know you don’t want to lose, right?”

“.........”

“I’m sure you’ll get hit a lot.”

Chung-woo put down the meat he held in his hand at Cheong-sang’s muttering to himself.

I felt like my appetite was gone.

“Maybe it’s right. It’s obvious.”

Cheong Sang shook his head with a serious expression, and Cheong Woo’s wide-open eyes were constantly blinding.

“Well, shall we?”

“I’m sure.”

“......”

“...Yes.”

“The meat combination...”

Jegalsan Mountain’s words continued, and Chung-woo repeated hard, taking notes one by one.

Whenever his concentration declines, the blue image passes behind him like a ghost.

“I’m going to die. I’m sure...”

“....”

Yongbongkwan’s target is the latter part

He was establishing himself as a military officer and academic officer who taught the fields.

Exactly twenty-five days after the start of the training.

“Haha, welcome.”

Yeopyeong, Jegalhyeopjin, and general bridgeheads from each class, including Yongbong Gwanju, gathered to greet welcome guests.

“It’s very new, isn’t it?”

“Is that so?” Deng Yeo-pyeong smiled broadly at the customer’s words and recommended a seat.

“So, you’re pretty well established?”

“Yes, there are already a lot of kids who stand out.”

“You’ve gone through a lot.”

“Everyone is the credit of the bridgeheads. I can’t help but be amazed at their enthusiasm.”

Deung Yeo-pyeong gave all the credit to the bridgeheads and shrugged them.

“Now, is it time to start Eulmuban’s exams?”

“Yes, everyone was waiting.”

The guest who came was none other than the windless fire fighting.

“Are you ready?”

“Although there are some problems, we have already divided Eulmuban’s dancers into eight groups through various evaluations.”

“You must have had a hard time. It wouldn’t have been easy.”

“It’s thanks to the great warrior’s good plan.”

When Yang So-bang looked at Zhugeang Hyeopjin at Deng Yeo-pyeong’s words, he smiled and bowed his head.

“Have you decided where to send your children?”

“That’s why I’m late.”

Yang So-bang was coached by his subordinates and unfolded it on the table.

“There’s a total of eight places to check.”

“Well, is this where the palace is connected?”

“That’s right.”

“It could be dangerous.”

After hearing about the “gung” from Jegalhyeopjin, Yeo-pyeong’s face was worried.

“So each group is about to send one bridgehead of Eulmuban and two elite men of Biseondae. Since we have to evaluate Moo-saengs.”

Eulmuban’s eight bridges were all prestigious military men who reached the level of spirit, and Biseondae was a hidden information organization of the political alliance led by Yang So-bang.

They were never lacking in skills because they were tasked with monitoring Sapacheon Stream and Ilwol Magyo Bridge.

“That should be enough.”

“Yes, the dancers, who are divided into eight groups, have leadership, flexibility, and the ability to deal with situations while performing their duties. And the possibility of development will be evaluated from various angles.”

“If so, are we going to select the best people from each group and organize them into Gapmuban?”

“That’s right. That’s what this Yongbonggwan was made for.”

At Yang So-bang’s words, Deung Yeo-pyeong nodded.

There were six armed groups under the Political Alliance, but the old faction and Oh Dae-se were forced to be swayed by the influence of small and medium-sized factions in each region.

In other words, it is not a force that can be entirely dominated by political leaders. In particular, those who served the majority were the elders of the political alliance.

Due to these problems, power was not concentrated, and there were many defeats in the conflict between Sapacheon Stream and Ilwol Magyo.

That’s why Yongbonggwan was made.

From the outside, it was the appearance of an academy where each literary school gathered and trained warriors with potential for development.

But there was a hidden meaning in it.

The first was to prepare for Sapaecheon Stream, Ilwol Magyo Bridge, and the mysterious power of the palace, which divided the Jungwon Moorim into three.

The second is to select eight military personnel to represent Yongbonggwan as Gapmuban and develop them as key forces for the political alliance. The eight warriors of Gapmuban will become the leader of the warriors of Yongbonggwan in case of emergency.

That’s why Yeopyeong, who had no power in the group, was appointed as the governor.

This was explained to Deung Yeo-pyeong, and it was a fact that even the bridgeheads knew.

And the ultimate goal is to make them directly under the political leadership, functioning as a powerful force-controlled only by the political leadership.

For this purpose, the immigrants to Yongbonggwan were selected as high school disciples of each faction, the second son of a family who was hidden by the eldest son and away from the descendants, and the children of the small and medium-sized break who failed to see the light due to the old school and the five generations.

All of this began with the plan of Zhugeonghyupjin and was embodied through discussions between Cheolji-ryang, Yang Fire-fighting, and the four men who were the leaders of the bridge.

“This test will not only complete Yongbonggwan’s system but will also allow further investigation into the ‘gung’s.’”

“That’s what we expected.”

When Yang So-bang nodded, everyone looked determined.

“Then, when should we set the test date?”

“When? This guy. If you have a meaning, you should start right away. Gather the unborn of Eulmuban in the great smokescreen right now.”

“Now?”

“Well, what’s the point of procrastination?”

There was no hesitation in doing what I had in mind. It was like a fire fighting.

“All right, I will.”

Deung Yeo-pyeong smiled and looked at Baekcheonseong Fortress, the head of Eulmuban’s bridge, in addition to the kaleidoscope.

“Let’s get started.”

“Yes, sir!”