Episode 23. Leaving Bamboo Grove (1)
As Lee Cheon-sang entered Panmajeong, the surrounding landscape changed to a desolate cliff edge.
gloomy weather. It’s not raining, but the sun hasn’t risen either. The sky full of dark clouds was moving at a fairly fast pace.
The eyes of Lee Cheon-sang, who was sitting in a desolate pavilion and sipping liquor, suddenly shone.
Flash! Quarreureung!
Blue lightning struck all over the dark clouds.
click.
He put down his glass and looked up at the sky.
How would that bloody sky look in the eyes of the religious absolute?
“Sirang?”
What Lee Chun-sang saw was not the sky.
Beyond the sky, through this insanely realistic fantasy, I trace the sky of Gojukrim, one of the three major areas of Singyo.
There was a deep interest in Lee Cheon-sang’s face.
“Did the late bamboo forest lord give up the territory?”
In the history of Protestantism, the number of times Sirang came out of the territory can be counted on one hand.
In the first place, Sirang was a being who should not come out. It was because Sirang’s Spirituality had to be coordinated in order for Gojukrim to be maintained.
Conversely, Gojukrim remains alive even though Sirang has been out a few times. So it’s just unexpected, so there’s no big problem.
What I’m curious about is this.
‘why?’
Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes.
After a while.
‘I don’t know why.’
Of the three major roles, only Panmajeong was placed under his will.
It was the same with previous teachers. If he had not risen to the level of being proudly called the Heavenly Demon, he would not have even glimpsed the situation of Gojukrim.
Of course, even if we have reached this level, it is absurd to know what happened in such a remote area.
The reason why he and the heavenly horses of the past were able to get a glimpse of the two villains besides Panmajeong.
throbbing.
Lee Cheon-sang put his hand to his chest.
The shape of Yujin engraved on the heart beating vigorously changed the shape of Panmajeong to the will.
‘It’s mysterious no matter how I look at it.’
The truism spread in Panmajeong and the other secret area was a fake made based on the literacy established by Go Juk-rim. That’s why you can only peek through the gaps, but you can’t see the whole thing in detail.
He put his hand on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, then grabbed the bottle again.
Squeeze.
A cup that slowly fills up.
Lee Cheon-sang’s face changed to indifference again.
“Is it the third?”
third.
Officially the third, unofficially the fourth disciple who was full of blood.
I received it thinking it was an Imoogi, but it was tainted with turbid power and degenerated into a snake worse than a viper.
However, after he miraculously survived from the coin bout, his eyes changed.
More precisely… … .
‘I feel like I’ve become a different person.’
The same disciple, but also not the same disciple.
You don’t need rumors or testimonies to get to know a person. Just look into his eyes and that’s it.
‘It’s good that I called it Panmajeong.’
There was one reason why the third was called Panmajeong. Because he hoped his eyes were wrong.
The third in childhood reminded him of his past.
The guy is very similar to his childhood self. Their behavior, thoughts, desires, and ways of solving problems were strikingly similar.
There was also a reason why he was particularly disappointed with the change of the third of his disciples. It is assumed that the transformation of the disciple who most resembles himself could become one of his many futures. He couldn’t accept it.
so i hoped I hope my eyes are wrong.
And his humble wish, the third one was staggeringly granted.
I only listened to half of it. He wasn’t the disappointed disciple he had seen, but he wasn’t the disciple of the past who looked like him.
‘Death… … .’
Lee Cheon-sang emptied his glass.
‘Genga has been to the underworld.’
He showed a bit of servility, and even spat out words that were shockingly affectionate, but in the end, this was the essence of the guy.
death.
He had an explosive murderous intention that could kill anyone in the world if he wanted to, hidden deep in his heart.
Eight months have passed since I sent such a disciple to Gojukrim.
The disciple is still alive, and has not learned the magic arts he has learned.
Even Sirang left the estate. The timing was too good to be a coincidence.
‘Maybe Sirang saw something in the third person.’
Squeeze.
The cup is filled once again.
There was an unbelievably deep smile on Lee Chun-sang’s face as he looked down at the glass.
A smile of pure joy. However, in that smile, thick blood, complete destruction, and unfathomable death lurked.
“I hope this is a good sign.”
Sirang (豺狼).
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Unlike the demons, whose imaginations were embodied by someone in ancient times who made Gojukrim, Shirang is a real spirit creature that repeatedly lived and died on its own.
When it throws off its old body and returns to its young form, it sucks in all the vitality around it. Thanks to this, he also earned the stigma of being one of the most famous monsters in the world.
However, there was a different reason why Sirang was pointed at as a monster.
When Sirang appears, a war breaks out within the country.
The legend of causing a curse and a war from a sucker was the reason why Sirang was treated as the worst disaster on earth.
“… … What will happen to the main school?”
* * *
“Heo-eok! Whoa!”
Ma Dong-pil, who had reached the place where he could see the entrance of Gojuk-rim before he knew it, exhaled heavily and looked back.
“Confucius!”
Chow ah!
Dark blood filled the air.
Papababak!
Even though he was running forward, Seo Liang’s knife cutting down all the flying sticks was truly a state of art.
Kwajik!
After smashing the bamboo with a single kick, he grabbed the falling tree with his hand.
Awesome!!
The thick bamboo split into dozens of branches with just the grip.
Xu Liang took a big step.
Quaang!
With an exciting advance, the pieces soared into the sky.
Bubber Bubbubuck!
Those many pieces pierced the bodies of the masters without missing a single one.
Ma Dong-pil’s eyes widened as he witnessed the states screaming and falling to the ground.
‘Amazing cancer technology!’
It was like watching the secret flower of red leaves, which is said to be the pinnacle of cancer technology. I couldn’t believe it when I saw how he had shot down all those five pieces without wasting a single one.
And that wasn’t all.
“Damn it!”
Quick!
The prostitute’s head shattered.
It was a whirlwind that spins through the air and strikes like a whip. Although it was a technique that even ordinary people who trained their bodies could use, it was very timely and powerful.
Xu Liang took out the paper containing the tea leaves from his bosom and tore off the tip.
Phew!
Tea leaves flying like memorization to the left.
The heavy scent stimulated the olfactory senses of the prostitutes in front.
Prostitutes hesitated in bewilderment.
A swarm of green and holy spirits rushed behind them.
Quadd Deuk!
The bodies of dozens of prostitutes exploded as they were. They couldn’t handle the kicks of Nokchok and the weight of the crowd.
Seo Liang spat out a curse.
“Bastards! Have you guys lost your sense of smell?!”
Pooh!
He tried to stop the movement by throwing the body of the prostitute at Nokchok, but it exploded with an amazing front kick.
Seeing Nokchok calmly committing an atrocity that even the legendary Heavenly Horse could not attempt, Xu Liang was full of spirits.
“Like a cruel bastard! Wherever you look, you are a spirit creature!”
Oh, don’t call me a ghost.
“I know? You guys are the ones I chewed, bit off, tasted and enjoyed at least once, you bastards!”
Wow!
In an instant, the fierce pole rushed through the gap between green chok and green chok. The fangs and sharp claws that came down to the bottom of the chin looked as strong as if they could tear apart even an iron plate.
The sage’s eyes twitched.
I don’t think you can eat it even if you catch it.
Aaaaang!
‘Keugh!’
In one forward kick, three shots flew backwards.
It seems that the joints of the whole body are creaking. Her thigh muscles throbbed and her vision shook slightly. Her crotch was torn open and blood was seeping out.
Seo Liang was dumbfounded.
‘What’s so strong?’
If he hadn’t instinctively raised his sword to block it, his upper body would have been ripped off with this blow.
Only a small amount of blood bleeds from the forepaws of the deadly sword cut by the blade. Even if it was a spear, it was a sword loaded with demonic energy, but that was all it hurt.
“This big kitty!”
Whoop!
A look of astonishment appeared on Ma Dong-pil’s face.
Confucius jumped into the arms of Maenggeuk in a situation where it was not enough to widen the distance. He marveled at the inexhaustible stamina and was surprised by the sudden situation.
“Confucius!”
Chii profit!
Xu Liang’s back was stained with blood as the claws of the fierce attack passed by.
Sparks flew from the sage’s eyes. No bones were injured, so that’s enough.
‘it’s okay!’
Quaang!
With Jin-gak, his left hand struck the fierce man’s chest.
Whoops!
The sharp pole flew backwards and collided with the green contact, knocking it down.
It is a martial art of monstrosity. The spectacle of a giant leopard weighing two hundred pounds flying through the air and falling was truly spectacular.
However, Xu Liang’s expression was rotten.
“Me, that crazy bastard!”
Kreurreung!
As if there was no problem at all, the fierce force tore through Nokchok’s body.
Blood is flowing from his nose and mouth, which is really bloody. The vicious murder that appeared in her eyes reminded her of her only daughter’s resentment glaring at the murderer Jisu (殺父之讐).
Seo Liang bit his lip.
‘You mean he’s fine even after being hit by a blast?’
Poksangyeong is a kind of Naegajungsubeop (內家重手法), and it was a one-of-a-kind handicraft that maximized the technique of dark sutra (暗勁).
If it is true that it can even protect internal organs, it is an instant death technique that kills unconditionally with just one blow.
Even a ghost wouldn’t have the ability to protect organs. The nokchok that I had chopped up the other day had my veins ruptured with a shot of the explosive glass, and I left for the nether road.
In an instant, Xu Liang could understand the reason.
‘Damn it, it’s because of Youngjuk.’
I haven’t yet been able to replace the aura of spirit bamboo that I hurriedly drank into a demonic energy. Pure spirit energy that has not been substituted lowers the divergence of demonic energy and makes the concentration light.
‘I can’t do anything right now. We have to find another way.’
The sword doesn’t work, and the I-jutsu method doesn’t work either. Of course, I wouldn’t pass out to the point where it was a night out.
then?
“Aww! This is a f*cking scam!”
Whoops!
Seo Liang ran towards Ma Dong Pil.
“Dongpil! run!”
“Yes, yes!”
Ma Dong-pil ran all of a sudden. He must have regained his breath in that moment, and he makes full use of the new technique full of power.
Quarreureung!
The earth rang.
Starting with the fierce pole, one remaining green contact and dozens of holy spirits rushed out. Another week flew in from the distant sky.
“Hey!”
Xu Liang’s breathing also became a little rougher.
He was the one who poured explosive salcho while mixing arrogance and profanity. Thanks to his aura, he was extremely trained, but it was not something he could endure with only eight months of training.
Seeing him running side by side with Ma Dong-pil with such a body, it is worth discussing the best of the time in terms of physical strength and new law.
Xi Liang’s eyes shone.
“It’s here!”
The entrance to the bamboo forest.
This is the area where the concentration of energy is noticeably weakened. Even if they were only one character away from the bamboo forest, they would lose their pulse.
It was then.
Wow!
The sage’s eyes twitched.
The bamboo trees on the left and right near the entrance were withered. The bamboos, soaked in moisture, were swaying precariously as if they would break at any moment.
‘Shit!’
He put his hand on Ma Dong-pil’s back.
Ma Dong-pil’s eyes looked suspicious.
‘Gongja?’
She drew in a short breath.
“Suck!”
Whoa!
Ma Dong-pil’s speed doubled. He didn’t have the guts to blow it up, so he threw it out himself.
Ma Dong-pil passed through the entrance in an instant.
At the same time, five or six snakes from left and right jumped at Xu Liang.
Faaaaaagh!
Although their movement speed was slow, their hunting speed was three times faster than the fierce leap.
“Confucius!”
“It’s the judge’s decision!!”
The moment of desperation, when the molars of metaphors seem to be driven into Seo-ryang’s torso at any moment.
Wow!
Xu Liang’s body spun and created a red gust of wind.
