Episode 633. Stories from the reign (8)
Shhh! Rumbling! bang!
The diagonally cut rock slowly slipped and fell to the ground.
“Whoop.”
Wei Hongryun exhaled lightly.
The clothes on his body were dripping with scorching water and had become so rag-like that it could almost be said to be made of mat. There were obvious sword wounds on the exposed bare skin, and blood was still flowing from the hand holding the sword.
Anyone could see that he was overdoing it. It was rare to train so rigorously without reaching something.
‘You’ve come this far.’
His appearance was unsightly, like someone who had spent a month fighting on the battlefield, but his eyes were incredibly deep and clear.
‘We’re finally here.’
Wei Hongryun looked down at the sword in his hand.
Although it had not been oiled once for over 15 days, it was still showing its pure white luster.
I thought that the famous sword was indeed a famous sword. The Four Gods’ Weapon, the White Tiger’s Tiger’s Sword, seemed to be an invincible weapon just like the legend said.
“Now is the time.”
Wei Hongryun smiled.
In his tired-looking smile, there was a sense of pride that only those who have achieved something can show.
“Now I feel like I have enough to become your master.”
Wooooow.
Ho Po Sword burst out with a thin sword.
It was not loaded with charm. The sword itself was crying.
A blunt voice was heard through the ears of Wei Hongryun, who was looking down at the sword as if possessed.
“That’s amazing.”
Wei Hongryeon turned her head.
There, the Iron Sword Mazon was walking behind him.
“Master.”
The Iron Sword Mazon nodded.
“Putting one’s heart into the sword, a foreign object. It’s easy to say, but difficult to actually do. In reality, most swordsmen think that they put their heart into their swords, but that is just an idea and it is extremely rare for them to truly put their heart into it.”
“is that so.”
“Didn’t you know because you experienced it too? Although he had succeeded in all his missions with that ferocious sword, his heart did not really dwell on that sword. That’s why your sword was light.”
Wei Hongryun turned his attention to the Tiger Sword again.
A pure white sword seemed to seep into her pupils.
“How do you feel? “How does that sword you’re holding feel now?”
“… … .”
“I asked the same question before. At that time, your answer was this: “He said it was like one with your body.”
“I did.”
“How is it now?”
A smile appeared on Wei Honglian’s lips.
“The sword is just a sword. However, I am fortunate to have the Hopo Sword in my hands.”
“Hahaha!”
The Iron Sword Mazon burst out laughing.
Wooooow!
The demonic energy that gushed from his body rang through the forest.
The Iron Sword Magon, famous for his virtue of self-restraint, could not even control his own demon energy. It must mean that he is that happy.
The Iron Sword Mazon, who had been laughing for a while, suddenly shouted.
“this guy! Now your hands have finally reached the end of kendo! “I thought I would have to wait a few more years!”
“is that so.”
“In order for the ten types of dragon sword to exert proper power, it must reach the path through the sword techniques and laws. That is the Dragon Sword Ten Style that I created. “I dare to assure you that if you can master the Ten Dragon Swordsmanship, you will be able to discuss the best of Shingyo with a sword.”
“You have great confidence, don’t you?”
“Of course. Yonggeomsiksik is a Buddhist temple that contains my life. It is a sword that compiles all of Shingyo’s swordsmanship and condenses it into ten methods, so it requires supreme insight to realize its enlightenment. In fact, even I, the creator of the dragon sword, was not able to master the seventy-tenths of it.”
Chaaaang!
Wei Hongryun’s eyes deepened.
This was because the master suddenly pulled out his sword.
“Do you see it?”
The Iron Sword Mazon raised his sword horizontally.
“This sword is the sword I held after breaking one hundred and seven swords. “That was twenty years ago.”
“In other words, it is the one hundred and eighth sword.”
“Yes. “I have never held a treasured sword in my life, except under special circumstances.”
Wei Hongryun’s pupils gradually dilated.
“… … “It’s amazing.”
The Iron Sword Mazon smiled.
It was rare to see him smiling like this, even though he was more blunt than a samurai.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s just an ordinary iron sword made at an ordinary blacksmith shop.”
“Yes.”
“It’s even a sword made twenty years ago… … Why does the pulpit look so overflowing?”
“Do you see it that way?”
“yes.”
“You didn’t feel anything special before, did you?”
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“I thought it was rather unsightly.”
“It means that your eyes have finally become useful.”
The Iron Sword Mazon stroked his sword with a happy expression.
Although it was a very well-maintained sword, there were inevitable signs of age. The body of the iron sword, which was not made of special iron or at least not mixed with steel, had tiny holes here and there.
“It is a sword that does not lose a single edge even if it collides with countless new soldiers from all over the world. Do you know why?”
“Master, you have never once let go of your sword.”
“At the same time, it has been refined with my soul for twenty years, so its elasticity and hardness have increased over time. At least when it was in my hands.”
Looking at her teacher’s face smiling and looking down at the sword, Wei Hongryun felt an unknown sadness.
The young emotions in the teacher’s eyes were superimposed with a history that, as a child, he could not even infer.
The eyes of the Iron Sword Demon, who had been looking down at the sword for a long time, suddenly sparkled with light.
Wei Hongryun’s eyes widened.
“Master… … ?”
It was then.
Kaaaa!!
“omg!”
Wei Honglian could not contain his astonishment.
Before I knew it, the iron sword was broken in half and lying on the ground. It wasn’t split cleanly either, and the split parts were all broken and it seemed like it would be difficult to put it back together.
“Sir, Master! “What are you doing?”
“I don’t need it anymore.”
“yes?!”
The Iron Sword Mazon looked at Wei Hongryun with a happy face.
“Didn’t you say it with your own mouth? “The sword is just a foreign object.”
“B-but… … !”
“Even if you reach the same level, the process to get there is different for each person.”
“… … ?!”
“You said your sword was nothing more than a foreign object. Through that process, you have entered the path to mastering the mind. Of course, it is different from the sword of mind that people in the world talk about, but it cannot be said that the state you have reached is also the sword of mind.”
“ah… … .”
“I was different. I thought the sword was something new to me, but it was only when I put my heart into it that I realized it. “The sword and I are no different.”
“… … !”
“Do you understand? “Even if we reach the same level, what we realize is very different.”
The Iron Sword Mazon burst out laughing.
“I thought I learned a lot from teaching you, but I never thought I would receive such a great gift again. It was only after hearing you say that enlightenment goes around and around, and that the sword is nothing more than a foreign object, I also realized that. Yes, black is a foreign object.”
Pussssss.
The broken iron sword completely crumbled into powder and scattered. It was not possible to overcome the strength of the Iron Sword Demon.
He looked up at the sky.
His eyes, looking up at the sky with a face full of laughter, were giving off the glow of a divine sword that could not be compared to any sword in the world.
“Once you get to the top, you cut down huge trees with blades of grass and split rocks with your bare hands, so why bother carrying a sword? “Just like in the past when I put my heart into a sword, all I have to do is put my heart into my body.”
The Iron Sword Mazon suddenly sighed.
“I never thought it would take twenty years to realize this obvious truth.”
Wei Hongryun realized something again. Increasing the level of martial arts means improving the quality of one’s true skills, which is ultimately different from improving kendo (劍道).
Usually, as a martial artist grows, he or she enters another realm and attains enlightenment, but there are also cases where a person goes through a separate process like his or her teacher.
‘You have to be crazy about one thing.’
If it is unbalanced, then it is unbalanced growth.
But who is to blame for this imbalance? The teacher is indeed a great person who realized the swordsmanship that he could not handle with the level he had achieved.
Wei Hongryun lowered her head.
It was not a greeting towards the teacher, but a greeting of respect towards the senior kendo master, which I had not realized before.
“Hongryun.”
“yes.”
“There is something the church leader once said to this old man.”
“Are you the leader?”
The Iron Sword Mazon nodded.
“The leader said that although you are a ferocious and overly impatient person, your nature is not like that.”
Wei Hongryun smiled.
“Even if your nature is not like that, if you live a rough life, your nature will change.”
“Someone probably does. “But your nature hasn’t changed yet.”
“I don’t even know my nature?”
“I know. “Now.”
“yes?”
The Iron Sword Mazon turned around.
“Follow me.”
Wei Hongryeon suppressed her doubtful feelings and followed her teacher.
Still, she felt it again. She realizes that she has changed a lot from her past.
If she had been in the past, she would have tormented her teacher at this very moment. Where are you going and what is your purpose? What was my sword like a moment ago, and how high did Master go?
He must have been talking non-stop. Even after hearing his teacher’s yelling, he would not stop sticking out his tongue and muttering to himself.
‘I was so anxious.’
Yes.
She was always anxious. She, who had been a Protestant since her childhood and had to read to win the competition with her men, was unable to adapt to its peaceful atmosphere.
It always had to move, and it always had to be loud. If there was no conflict, he had someone make it, and if there was no suitable person, he would come forward and cause trouble.
Because there was no immunity to peace.
‘I was weak. ‘I was anxious.’
Peace and quiet were gifts that could only be obtained when one died.
But that doesn’t happen anymore. Because there was no need for that.
‘I have become stronger.’
The strength I have built up to the point where I cannot be shaken by anything.
Wei Hongryun closed her eyes.
‘thank you.’
Before my teacher, I was grateful to Seoryang.
If he had not looked upon me favorably, if he had killed me on the spot when he went on a rampage the first time we met him, he would have never achieved such noble enlightenment.
I probably wouldn’t have felt unfair if he died, but I was still grateful.
How long did it take to walk like that?
“Do you have time?”
“Of course.”
Wei Hongryun opened her eyes. She closed her eyes all this time and she was the one who followed in the footsteps of the Iron Sword Demon John.
The Iron Sword Mazon nodded.
“The swords of these two people are very different, but since they have achieved similar levels of swordsmanship, I think they will be of great help to each other. “Please take good care of my weak disciple.”
“I am rather honored.”
Joo Seo-yoon grabbed the sword and took the sword.
“I really wanted to compete one more time someday. “It is the honor of my third life to be able to receive and see the sword of the Supreme Lord.”
Wei Hongryun smiled and took the gun.
“I don’t know how it’s an honor to mix swords with a crazy bitch, but I hope I can learn a lot.”
“Of course.”
The Iron Sword Demon, who was looking at the two people with a smile, turned his back.
“Just save your life and come back.”
At that moment, the two women’s eyes burst into flames.
Chaaaaaa!
The two women, who drew their swords at frightening speed, collided head-on.
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