Chapter 469. Imperial Wind Cloud (3)
“hmm… … I don’t know what you think of us.”
“I think of them as old friends who have only a few days left to live.”
“… … .”
“So you don’t like it?”
“I don’t hate it, but… … .”
Hyeon Chunjin glanced at the red pine.
Red Pine was always smiling. There was an embarrassment that could not be hidden beyond the sound of laughter emanating from the vertigo.
She said in a calm voice.
“It’s not like I’m asking you to tell me about Shaolin and Shaman’s Jinsinjeolhak.”
“Of course it is, but… … .”
“I’m a Demonic Cult juvenile, if you look at it small, I’m a devil that I can’t do business with if you look at it big, but this kid is different. He is a sentient being anyway, and he is not a Taoist.”
I never expected that such words would come out of the mouth of a man named the head of the Heavenly Demon Church.
Seo Liang put his hand on Ju Seo-yoon’s shoulder.
“Although he’s a bit stuffy, he’s not incurable. He could ruin his life if he continued like this.”
“That’s it… … It’s unfortunate, but… … .”
“I assure you, this friend will not cause trouble in the world or hear witches. Well, you’ll understand when you teach.”
The red pine ate his appetite.
“So, please remove the delusion and anguish that dwells in this girl’s heart?”
“It’s not that grand.”
“Isn’t that what it is?”
“So you don’t like it?”
Hyun Chunjin shook his head.
“How can you not like it? Besides, even though we were excommunicated from Jaffa, we are still monks and guru. Until the day I die, I will live as I have lived.”
“So you mean it.”
“However, it is difficult to convey Jaffa’s martial arts or enlightenment to others even when we remain as the masters of the monks. Especially if the target is a devil of the Heavenly Demonic Church.”
“As I said, I didn’t ask you to pass on the martial arts of Shaolin and Shaman.”
“Does anyone in the know keep doing this? Giving enlightenment is no different from passing on the person’s martial arts.”
“If you look at it that way, it would be the same as taking away the martial arts of the two of you. You two also robbed me of the realization of magic arts.”
Hyeon Chun-jin forgot what to say. Because what he said was right.
For the past few days, Xi Liang stopped by the blood spirit hall saying that every day was far away, and became a companion for the two. Of course, it wasn’t just a conversation. Because more than half of them were about the situation in the world.
However, the three were unmanned. In particular, they were the owners of one of the best martial arts in the world. Naturally, there was no choice but to talk about martial arts.
Thanks to this, Xi Liang gained a fairly deep realization, and it was the same for the two of them.
“Jeong then, will the headmaster personally remove the delusion?”
“Are you serious? I have a lot of work to do.”
“haha.”
“And, you two are no more expert in that matter than I am.”
finally got here
If we continue to talk about it, it’s just going round and round. Jeoksong and Hyeoncheonjin realized that the moment had come to make a choice.
Hyun Chun-jin asked.
“I will ask you one thing. What would you do if we said we would not take this girl?”
“What can I do? I have to wear it by my side.”
Seo Liang scratched his head.
“But as I said, I am very busy. Neither of you want me to make a mistake on this one.”
“well? Looking at everything, I never get the idea that you’re going to make a mistake.”
“So are you going to do it or not?”
Hyun Chunjin sighed.
“You will think of me as a granddaughter who will take care of you.”
Seo Liang smiled.
“Whether you think of me as a granddaughter or a maid, please treat me well.”
“Teng! Whatever the reason, we are committed to Protestantism. Would the religious leader treat someone he cherishes as if he were a maid?”
“Looks like she is using a maid.”
“That’s what it says.”
Certainly, Hyeoncheonjinin was similar to red pine, but different. Is it more honest and sly than red song?
Seo Liang said to Ju Seo-yoon.
“For the next 15 days, learn as much as you can from the two old friends. Because I will use you later.”
Ju Seo-yoon had no intention of taking on the duties of the Protestant Church. She just wanted to throw off this confused mind.
However, if this is a better way for himself and Protestantism, he will gladly accept it.
Thinking about it, I suddenly had a question.
“How do you plan to use me?”
Seo-ryang looked at Ju Seo-yoon with an unexpected expression. Maybe it’s because I didn’t know how to ask this question.
Hyun Chun Jin muttered softly.
“So, I think you can take charge yourself.”
Xu Liang neatly ignored Xuan Tianjin’s words.
“Where did you say that a warrior becomes stronger just by training? I don’t know what kind of strength you want, but true strength isn’t obtained by wielding a sword alone.”
“… … ?”
“Fierceness is essential to achieve something. It means you have to risk your life. Not that ignorant practice you did, but real life.”
“… … !”
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“Think of it as a good thing. You can become stronger, and that’s because it’s beneficial to the main school. To be honest, you don’t have a job title anymore, so shouldn’t you pay for the meal?”
Joo Seo-yoon’s face turned slightly red. Having said that, she had nothing to say.
She smiled and stroked her hair.
“Stop by the Demon Shrine in 15 days. Whether it changes or not, your life will change a lot from then on.”
“yes.”
Xu Liang took possession of Red Song and Hyeon Tianjin.
“Please take good care of me.”
The two did not dare to take Xiliang’s greeting lightly.
“Don’t worry.”
“then.”
So, Xi Liang went to a blood marriage.
“… … .”
There was a strange silence between the three of them.
The red pine tree, which glanced at the surroundings, slipped into the duvet.
Hyeon Chun-jin licked his lips.
“Damn old man.”
He looked at Joo Seo-yoon.
Joo Seo-yoon was looking at Hyun Chun-jin with transparent eyes.
‘It’s sunny.’
The eyes are very clear. No, there aren’t many things other than clear.
But it’s okay. The more spaces there are, the more pictures you can draw.
“Hey.”
“yes.”
“Do you know how to play Go?”
“yes? Oh no.”
“You say you can’t? her! This is not basic.”
Hyeon Chun-jin took out a checkerboard from under the bed with a serious face.
“There is a world in the checkerboard. I will teach you that.”
“… … .”
“What are you doing? sit down.”
“Ah yes.”
* * *
“Huh! Huh!”
“Are you okay?”
“Okay, it’s okay.”
It said it was fine, but it didn’t look good at all.
Yu Kanghui’s face was pale. He seemed deeply wounded.
Ma Dong-pil took out a single medicine from his bosom.
“Eat.”
“What is this?”
“Heavenly Sound Altar. It was delivered directly by the headmaster.”
Yu Kanghui smiled.
“I don’t know if I can get this much help.”
Half a year ago, Yeogukdo suddenly left, leaving only Yeo Kanghui.
Yeogeukdo did not even tell Yeo Kanghui why he was leaving. He just said that he should stay here and grow big under the leader.
half a year like that.
He trained alone in the bamboo forest.
Gojukrim is the most secret and middle ground of the Cheonma Shinkyo, so it was not a place where foreigners were recklessly admitted. It was only when Yeo Kanghui first came to Shinkyo that he sent him to the nearby bamboo grove to adjust to the temperature, but things were different now.
In other words, it was like revealing everything about the Heavenly Demon Goddess to the successor of a huge organization that had formed an alliance but could become an enemy at any moment.
It was only natural that Ho Yo-seong and the Mazons were strongly opposed. But Xi Liang was adamant. It was because he thought that Lu Kanghui could get a lot from the old bamboo forest.
Now that half a year has passed.
Li Kanghui has not yet transcended the limits of martial arts. No, martial arts itself has not grown at all compared to before. Rather, it was in a state of regression.
However, the nervousness on Lu Kanghui’s face, the agony that he hadn’t washed away half a year ago, had completely disappeared.
“Then would you please stand guard? A metaphor appeared a while ago. I guess I’m just scared.”
“Okay.”
Li Kanghui, who swallowed the Heavenly Sound Altar, sat cross-legged.
At the same time, the ambient temperature cooled down.
Pussss.
Frost settled white on the bushes. The ground where Liu Kanghui was sitting was freezing at an appreciable speed.
Ma Dong-pil’s eyes deepened.
‘Is this the ice magic trick?’
Yeo Kang-hui, who completely united the martial arts that were split in half by the Great Law of the Liberal Power, was the only owner of the ice bag, except for Yeo Geuk-do.
The North Sea Ice Palace is the best school in the world. It was a martial art of the highest level that could be compared to Shaolin’s infinite ability in that level.
‘It’s an amazing martial art. To the extent that it is not enough to say that she is the head seat of Saewoesagung.’
Ma Dong-pil raised his hand.
After a while, dark red flames soared from his hands.
Roaring.
The burning flame was not great. However, it was so hot that it would burn the whole bamboo grove at any moment just by swinging it.
It was Gu Yuma Fire. It was a technique that could only be used after reaching the extreme level with Kuyumagong, and it was a martial art of a higher level than simple Sangma Jinhwa.
Having reached the peak, he has now attained the realization that he can excel in any kind of magic without difficulty, but he still needs time to bloom.
‘I feel it all over again. How great is this magical art.’
Ma Dong-pil’s face was turbulent.
‘How the hell did the headmaster do this kind of magic?’
I knew about the teacher’s past life. But it was still questionable. Even if he became as strong as the current headmaster, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to create a magic attack like this.
Dongpil Ma clenched his fist.
At the same time, the demonic fire that had been burning faded.
‘He is the one who descended from the sky. It’s different from me.’
Seeing that he had a sense of challenge while thinking that way, it seemed that he was also a warrior in his own right. I wanted to create a martial art that would leave a mark in the history of Protestantism, even if it wasn’t as good as that of Ku Yumagong.
“Will it be difficult?”
“omg!”
It was the first time I was surprised like this since I went to the extreme.
Ma Dong-pil hurriedly looked back.
Suddenly, Xi Liang put a hand on his shoulder.
“Have you been caught?”
“Sir, teacher?!”
“What are you thinking?”
“no. just… … .”
Seo Liang smiled.
“done. People do that sometimes.”
Ma Dong-pil’s face became awkward.
“But why did you come here?”
“How do you want this guy to live? It looks like you’re doing well.”
You would have noticed at a glance that martial arts had regressed. He says he’s doing well despite that.
Ma Dong-pil thought this was different from him. It was because he had doubts about Yeo Kang-hui’s degeneration.
Of course I knew why. However, if martial arts had regressed, it was right to grit and struggle even more.
Yeoganghui didn’t do that. And looking at the headmaster’s face, he seemed fine enough.
“Isn’t it time for you to be busy?”
“Huh? Are you also bruised by me now?”
“Oh no! My belief is just… … .”
“Haha, I know. I was just joking.”
“Ah, yes.”
Ma Dong-pil scratched his head as if embarrassed.
Seo Liang looked around.
“I looked around a lot. I toured the military department, the Senate, the Joy Hall, the Heavenly Demon Army, and even the Sixth Army. I thought about a place I hadn’t been to yet, and it was only here.”
“… … .”
“Well, it’s still the same.”
Ma Dong-pil, who had been quietly watching Seo-ryang, lowered his head.
“All will be well.”
“Of course you should.”
It’s probably not something you’re worried about. Now, just by looking at his eyes, I could tell what the teacher was thinking.
Seo Liang looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back.
After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth.
“Dongpil.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I will live another hundred years.”
“… … .”
“You know that escort warriors shouldn’t die later than their target, right?”
“of course.”
“Die just half an hour before me.”
You, too, were meant to live another hundred years.
Ma Dong-pil smiled.
“I will always serve the Rector.”
“Yeah, that’s how it should be.”
Xi Liang’s eyes deepened.
“… … It should be.”
fortnight later.
Sapa’s strongest army, the 8th iron king, moved south.
