Episode 122. Even if you fall into a swamp, you can still breathe (1)
“As of today, the inspection of all departments in the school is over. The inspection results will be posted by the military department two days later.”
“Good job.”
Gogu was short.
“if.”
Lee Cheon-sang, who would not have responded normally, spoke to him today for some reason.
“How is life?”
Gogu stopped.
“The meaning of life is… … .”
“The end of my school life.”
I’ve never been asked such a question by a teacher before.
Gogu was taken aback, but didn’t show it. Even if the opponent is a religious leader, his expression does not change easily.
“It is always Yeoil.”
“is it.”
“… … .”
“Would you like a drink?”
Gogu’s eyes twitched.
When the report is over, it’s the first time I’ve caught him, and he asks if I’ll take a drink. Today, Lee Cheon-sang was showing a considerable breakthrough.
“It is an honour.”
Lee Cheon-sang clenched his hand.
Whoops.
The glass flew through the air and stopped right in front of Gogu’s nose.
The glass is full of alcohol, but there is no shaking. There is not even a tremble of the qi that fluctuates around the glass.
Receiving the cup politely, Gogu turned his head and emptied it.
Lee Cheon-sang, who was looking at him blankly, said as if tossing it.
“How long has it been since you entered the church?”
flinch!
Gogu, who had been fiddling with the glass for a while, spoke.
“Twenty-six years have passed.”
“Twenty-six years.”
Lee Cheon-sang nodded.
“It’s been quite a while.”
“… … .”
“Have you been in charge of the Criminal Court?”
“It has been exactly ten years this year.”
“is it.”
“yes.”
Lee Cheon-sang comfortably buried his back in Taesa.
“I remember. When I appointed you as the head of the Criminal Law Party, the eyes of the people around you were not good.”
Gogu also remembered that time.
At that time, Kogu was only twenty-eight or nine years old. Since a young Mine under 30 became one of the most powerful Protestants, there were many people who were naturally jealous.
“You calmed down all those uncomfortable gazes with only your skills.”
“… … .”
“Don’t you regret it?”
It was a somewhat random question, but Gogu understood what he was saying.
“I have no regrets.”
“is it.”
“That’s right.”
“I’m glad then.”
Why bother talking about the past?
Gogu was genuinely curious. At least, the Lee Cheon-sang he knew was not a great man who indulged in useless sentiments, and he did not have the hobby of having a drink with his memories as a snack.
Is there a different intention? Or do you feel remorse for your past life?
“It has changed.”
“… … yes?”
“Hey, you’ve changed.”
A smile appeared on Lee Cheon-sang’s indifferent face.
Gogu’s eyes widened. It was the first time he had seen Lee Cheon-sang smile that way.
“Has there been anything that shakes your heart lately?”
“… … ?”
“A ray of crack has gone into the ice soul of the Forbidden Heaven, which is not shaken at all times.”
“… … .”
“Is it because you see someone similar?”
“… … !”
Gogu’s complexion changed.
Lee Cheon-sang’s smiling face was soon covered with a characteristic indifference.
“school… … .”
“Go see.”
“… … .”
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“… … .”
“I’m just going away.”
Confusion reigned on Gogu’s face as he turned around after holding a grand ceremony.
‘Anyone similar?’
Recently, there is only one person who feels similar to you.
‘… … Could it be that the headmaster knows?’
No, is ‘he’ really a person who entered this place through the same path as himself?
Gogu leaves Daejeon with confusion.
There was a subtle interest in Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes as he looked at the back of the Gogu.
“It’s still the same.”
Even though he had risen to such a lofty realm that he wondered if anyone had ever reached such a level throughout the ages, the strongest demon of the time felt it.
The world still hasn’t lost its fun corner.
‘Even though the same turmoil and the same foolishness are being repeated, do I see this as different?’
When it reaches the pole, the interest that gradually faded gradually stretches as it moves to another dimension. The reason is, in the past, they lived in the same world as ‘them’, but now they are watching in a world different from them.
Lee Cheon-sang did not deny it. That there is a desire to dive into their world again.
I want to set footsteps of a giant once again in the filth-filled world full of all kinds of anguish and turmoil.
‘Maybe that step has already begun.’
The reason why he sent the third to the inspectorate to pull out weeds was not out of interest, but out of a sense of responsibility as a god.
But at this moment, he felt a squirm of desire to pull weeds with his own hands. In the distant past, he wanted to bring out the madness of the Heavenly Demon that shook the continent with ruthless magic.
‘Not yet.’
Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes.
‘Not yet.’
No, rather, that moment shouldn’t have come. If it is to become a perfect god.
“… … Do we really need God?”
* * *
“Would you like some water?”
“huh.”
Wi Hong-ryun, who received a canteen from Ma Dong-pil, tilted his head.
Pouring all the gurgling water into her stomach, she licked her lips.
“I need to get more water.”
“There are more.”
“I still need to get more. I don’t know what the next inspection will be like.”
“That’s right.”
Wi Hong-ryun let out a deep sigh and leaned his back against the tree.
Ma Dong-pil said while taking care of the scattered items around him.
“Get some rest. I will do the cleanup.”
“What kind of wind blows you so well? It’s scary, Mr. Ma.”
“You have suffered.”
“It’s hard work, Mr. Ma wasn’t easy either.”
“If you think so, please lend a hand.”
“sleep.”
Ma Dong-pil shook his head.
After a while, Wi Hong-ryun opened his mouth again to him as he sorted out his items.
“How are your wounds?”
“All is well.”
“already?”
“exactly.”
“There is no steel frame. My injuries were considerable.”
“Because I haven’t seen the end.”
“It doesn’t.”
It was a casual conversation.
Of course, Wi Hong-ryeon had no interest in having three-three conversations like this.
“what’s the problem?”
“… … .”
“Why are you down like this since you came out of the snake den?”
“You didn’t sag.”
“It doesn’t mean you’re not in a bad mood just because you tease your snout a lot. It’s completely submerged, what?”
Ma Dong-pil shook his head.
“I am not in a bad mood. I am just curious.”
“what?”
He silently looked at the giant tree that had fallen beside him.
There, Xu Liang was sitting cross-legged and lost in cloud air. And next to it, a huge golden fox sat guarding it as if it were a guardian deity.
Wi Hong-ryeon whistled involuntarily. Really, every time I see it, I can’t help but admire it.
Those of a beast, but deep and plain blue eyes, like those of an enlightened high priest.
Golden hair that seems to flow with luster covers the whole body, but under the chin, abundant white hair is thick in the shape of an inverted triangle, and although it is clear that it is a fox, its legs look flexible and strong like a cat or a tiger. In fact, sharp claws were hidden inside the paws.
A gigantic creature that looks like a mixture of a tiger and a wolf, but is clearly a fox.
“You mean he’s really that petty little fox?”
“It seems so.”
“Does that make sense? Anyway, there is such a thing as common sense in the world. When did a fox that was a little bigger than my forearm grow so big?”
Ma Dong-pil shook his head.
“I don’t know. One thing is certain, that relationship has not changed from before.”
“You still follow Confucius?”
“exactly. Did you see the lord above?”
Wei Hong-ryun’s face hardened.
“I saw it.”
No matter how much I wasn’t paying attention, I couldn’t even follow the movement with the naked eye. It appeared with a golden gust of wind and bit Hong Sang-ho to death in an instant, but none of the masters there reacted.
Yes. It was not the movement of a beast. No animal in the world can move at such a speed.
“After biting Li Ga-ju to death, he slammed his head at Confucius. Just like a baby.”
“… … .”
“… … There really are such things as spiritual creatures in the world.”
I thought it was just the spread of the empty talk of the bigots who liked to talk. How many people believe that such things as Mannyeonhwari, Dokgak Dragon, and Face Holder actually exist?
To think that a myth, legend, or imaginary spiritual creature wrapped in a fictional story would appear.
“You picked it up in Gojuk Forest?”
“exactly.”
“So you’re saying that Gojukrim is full of such spirited creatures? How did you survive there?”
Ma Dong-pil did not answer.
‘at that time… … .’
He remembered a time in the past.
When I cut down the spirit bamboo from the depths of the ancient bamboo forest and took spiritual energy, demons appeared in groups.
Perhaps all the demons from all over Gojukrim had flocked to it, but it was not a number that could be suppressed with force. The two had no choice but to run away.
When we got out of the forest safely thanks to Xu Liang’s divine martial arts,
Geumho approached the ghosts who growled at the border of the forest. Then all the ghosts were afraid and were busy stepping backwards.
Numerous ghosts that even the best masters can’t handle are afraid of Kumho, who is just a baby now?
‘Certainly that small gold tiger was the greatest noble in Gojukrim?’
I don’t know. The amount of information to be analyzed was too small.
One thing is certain, as long as Kumho is there, Confucius is safe. Geum-ho, who killed Lee Ga-joo of the enemy at once by biting him, could be said to be the best escort.
“Look, you’re in a bad mood.”
Dongpil Ma looked back at Wi Hongryeon.
She said, tying a bandage around her forearm.
“Is it awkward that someone who suits you much better than you as an escort appears?”
“You can’t say that you don’t have that feeling at all.”
“Arthur. If you want to compete, do it with people. Even if it’s a spirit creature, that’s a beast, a beast.”
“I am not dissatisfied with the appearance of an escort who is more suitable than me. Anyway, my wish is the safety of Confucius. Even if it’s not me, if only you can be safe, that’s enough.”
“But why does that look like chewing shit?”
Ma Dong-pil sighed.
“It’s just that I don’t know what to do now.”
Since entering the school, he has lived only as a guardian and escort. Kumho’s existence was welcomed, but he felt as if he had nothing to do.
Wi Hong-ryun understood him. He could have told me to just do it, but the words just didn’t come out of my mouth.
At that time, Xi Liang’s eyes opened.
Squeak.
The red eyes that spread softly slowly submerged.
“Okay.”
The magic ball is properly positioned, but the head is still heavy.
The blood shed from the battle in Jeoksaga was a bowl. In addition, the wound on the abdomen was also large. Realizing the existence of spirit death, the healing speed was accelerated, but the wound was serious enough to be called serious.
Shuk.
Kumho rubbed his head on Xu Liang’s shoulder.
Seo Liang smiled.
“He helped at the right time. thank you.”
Kreung.
“This guy, his voice has become hoarse.”
Seo Liang, who had patted Keum Ho on the head several times, walked towards Ma Dong Pil and Wi Hong Ryun. Then Kumho followed as if it were natural.
Ma Dong-pil lowered his head.
“Are you awake?”
“okay. Are you okay?”
“of course.”
“The top lender?”
Wi Hong-ryun tapped his forearm! and hit
“It’s vivid.”
“I’m glad.”
Rubbing the nape of my neck, Xie Liang said.
“I have a lot to say, but let’s put it off for now.”
“yes. If so, would you like to go to Geogyeongga right now?”
“It should be. But before that, I have work to do.”
“What to do?”
“huh.”
It was young to live quietly in the light of Xi Liang’s eyes.
The place where the bloody eyes were headed was the carriage with the tightly bound Bangryeong stuck like a piece of luggage.
“I have to check. Why did that damn thing crawl into the Red Saga?”
And where is King Biyo now?
