Chapter 173
The king of fire, Jeokcheongang, smiled faintly at the surprise in his eyes.
“Did you hear anything about me?”
“My grandfather told me sometimes.”
“Ohh. I guess that friend hasn’t forgotten me either. What did you say?”
“You said your martial arts skills are strong, but your personality is a bit dirty.”
In fact, Jeokcheongang was not very sociable. No, it’s not a bad level, it’s actually a terrible level. Because he went through all sorts of rough things in his childhood, his distrust of people was rooted in him, and after that, he grew up under an eccentric master. So maybe it was just a matter of course.
“During the Jeongma Daejeon, they said that every day was a long way and they argued. At that time, the later indexes of the old file room must have beaten them one by one… …
“Keuheum, who hit everyone! And that’s because I was young then. Originally, when he was full of blood… …
“I know you were in your 60th birthday at the time.”
“Kuhhhhh!”
When Jeokcheongang, who couldn’t even get his money’s worth, was coughing, Cheongpung added a word.
“But if you get to know him, he’s a good person, so if you ever see him, he told me to treat him as if he were you.”
The corner of Jeokcheongang’s mouth twitched.
“Well, that Maizong Hak friend knows me too.”
Jeokcheongang played an active part in Jeongma Daejeon for about a year.
It was rare for two masters of the highest level to participate in the same battlefield, and although they only met about 10 times with the Maesong department, it was clear that they were in a relationship that could be called friends.
‘You’ve done a great job educating your grandson.’
But wait, is he married?
Jeokcheongang quietly looked at Cheongpung’s face.
There is no resemblance to the face of Maijong Hak that remains in memory.
‘I don’t think he’s his grandson… … ‘
Well, it doesn’t matter.
Whether or not blood was mixed, it seemed clear that he was his descendant, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was not blood, but soul.
Jeokcheongang said to Cheongpung with a hearty smile.
“Today I have a very strong grandson. Now then, bow down once more to this old man.”
“yes?”
Cheongpung tilted his head and asked.
“why?”
“… … Why?”
Embarrassed for a moment, Jeokcheongang stuttered.
“Didn’t Maison Hak tell you to treat me as your friend treats you?”
“yes.”
“Inseok-ah, then, if the grandson sees the grandfather, he should pay a big bow.”
“My grandfather doesn’t care about that. You said that old people who are stuck in front of you are obsessed with ostentation and ostentation.”
“”……!”
..!”
Suddenly, Jeokcheongang, who had become an old man who was completely blocked, trembled.
“What did they say about this? I just learned it.”
The blue wind, deep in thought, hit his forehead.
“Oh right. Kkondae!”
“Broken, what?”
“You’re a brat. They say there are braids with similar words.”
what? Kkondae? braided? It’s not good to hear, and the tone is bad.
I don’t know exactly what it means, but I think I understand the context.
‘I wonder if I’ve been confined to the mountains too much.’
The backwaters of the Yangtze River were stronger than expected. That’s why you can’t beat up the only grandson of Ziggy??… .
Jeokcheongang opened his mouth, feeling his head pounding.
“Is that something that’s trending among young guys these days?”
“I don’t know, I heard it for the first time a while ago.”
“To whom?”
“A benefactor.”
Jeokcheongang turned his head in the direction the blue wind pointed.
And I met the eyes of the young man who was narrowing his eyes.
“No, come and see.”
did you see instant eyes? It looks like we met… … .
No, I didn’t see it. I never saw it. I closed my eyes right away. How can I see that?
I closed my eyes and trembled.
As if struggling to deal with internal injuries.
I also added moans just in case.
“Turn it off!”
“No, come and see.”
Let’s stay calm.
It’s just a passing word. If you go over here, you’re third-rate.
At times like this, you have to put your strength into your anus and continue your passionate acting to become a master.
“Huh!”
“Don’t force yourself. Then I saw a lot of guys who pooped out.”
That’s it too. Jeokcheongang’s tip gave me a little relief.
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“Huh!”
“Hey, that guy. It’s the last one. Will you come, or will the old lady go?”
last. Just don’t be fooled by these words.
You have to endure until the end of the last.
“What does the old woman do? You died today.”
“… … I will go.”
I opened my eyes with tears in my eyes.
Two eyes blazing with fire were glaring at me.
Indeed, it is a figure worthy of the nickname of King of Fire.
‘Shiva, the King of Fire.’
Brother, why are you here?
I can’t believe it even if I think about it ten or twenty times.
But reality doesn’t change. That stocky old man is the King of Transcendence Master Hwawang, who is within 20 fingers in the world.
‘Somehow, I got a hint from the beginning.’
I don’t know, but of all the people in this room, I was probably the first to notice his identity.
Because the moment the power of the Jeokcheongang rushed in, the system threw out a meaningful word.
belt ring.
– Your [Feverish Keeper] enthusiastically responds.
– It is assimilated with the gong power that has penetrated the body.
– Power slightly increases.
Something happened in the blink of an eye. At first, he wanted to be grilled alive, but his stomach felt warm as if he had just eaten a bowl of soup, and his air power increased.
‘What is this?’
At first, I was bewildered and thought that good is good, but the more I thought about it, the more carefree I was.
‘wait for a sec. My zealous guardian was born from eating pyrophoric shrines.’
Does it make sense that you won’t be hit just because you’re the same hot-tempered person? He even did the number of hops.
There was intense concern for a while, but it wasn’t long before I came to the conclusion that it was because they were the same class that came from the same root.
That means that the old man belongs to Yeolhwamun, but as far as I know, Yeolhwamun is a one-man tradition, and the current owner of the gate is probably… … .
‘The King of Fire… … oh, that’s nonsense Why is a nobleman who has been diving for nearly 40 years coming here?’ I thought so even then.
It is said that the first stage of the five stages of psychology that cancer patients go through is ‘denial’. Neither do I.
The only difference is that in less than 5 minutes, the last stage, ‘acceptance’, has been entered.
‘Between the swordsman and his best friend, he lived in Mt. Guhwa at the time of the Jeongma War, and the demonic cults set fire to them and killed them all… ‘
Shibeol, are you a fire king?
The more I listened to the conversation between Jeokcheongang and Cheongpung, the more certain I was.
The person concerned did not directly reveal that he was the King of Fire, but not knowing this is at the level of an idiot.
When I finally reached the acceptance stage, a chill ran down my spine.
‘It’s f*cked up.’
It reminds me of Jo-Pil, who died with half of his body blown away by my one-stroke.
The same goes for the [Nameless Sword] and [Flame Kidney] in the inventory.
Even the shrine of deterioration has already been gulp and is well stored in the danjeon.
‘Ah, I feel bitter.’
It’s a problem even if Jopil is the old man’s disciple, and it’s a problem even if he isn’t.
Jeokcheongang raised a finger to me as I slowly walked away like a cow being led to a slaughterhouse because my head was complicated.
“Count to three. one.”
Wedge love!
I rushed with all my might. The King of Fire opened her mouth with an expression that he wanted to see all the madmen.
“mind.”
“yes!”
“I’m surprised, I’m not deaf, so speak quietly!”
f*ck! The back of the head tingles with a light hitting sound. It’s the first time I’ve ever been beaten like this in Moorim.
Of course, I have no intention of protesting. Because the opponent is a transcendent master with a dirty temper.
Jeokcheongang’s eyes narrow as he stares at me as I keep my mouth shut.
“Look at this guy. He’s become much calmer than before.”
“no.”
“No. Trick the ghost rather than fool the old woman. It’s different from opening your eyes.”
Cheongpung, who was beside him, approached with a worried expression.
“Benefactor, are you feeling well?”
my body is fine mind is dying
I answered in a half-dead voice.
“yes. so so… …
“How are you?”
Without blinking, Jeokcheongang poked his head out and looked me up and down.
“hmm. Come to think of it, why is a guy who can’t move and have to do fortune telling so well?”
why are you fine It’s because I took possession of the Shindan of Deterioration.
But I couldn’t answer that. The inside of the mouth burns tightly at the suspicious gaze.
“The more I look at him, the more strange he is.
Where are you going to ask?”
“I’m going to go to Taewon.”
“Taewon Jinga… … I’m sure I’ve heard of it somewhere.”
Jeok Chun-gang, who was narrowing his brows, let out an exclamation.
“Was it the Hwayang Sword? That’s right, that guy, Jin Baek Yang, was from Taiwon’s Jin family.”
Hwayang Sword Jin Baekyang. It’s the chieftain.
I never thought that name would pop up here. I licked my lips as the eyes demanded an answer.
“you’re right.”
“We ran into each other a few times, but he was a nice guy. There was a gloomy corner somewhere, but at that time, everyone was like that. He was polite too.”
All that remains is memories.
Especially if you are an old person who has only a few days left to live like Jeokcheongang.
‘But why are those memories the captain?’
It even seems to remain as a very good memory.
Well, not long ago, no one could have predicted that the Elder would do such a thing.
Even at the time of the Jeongma War, he had strong martial arts and was popular enough to be counted as a strong candidate for the head of the family.
“Looking at your achievements, you seem to be descended from Taewon and Jinga. What does it have to do with Hwayang Sword?”
“You are my great-grandfather.”
In reality, it was a life-and-death relationship, but I never lied.
Jeokcheongang’s eyes softened at the word that they were related.
“Ohh. okay?”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty this year, terms and conditions.”
“Looks like you’ve learned to keep warm. Did you receive a few instructions from Hwayang Sword?”
“… … yes.”
I was guided. About two months ago at Palcheonhyeop.
No matter how passionately he guided me, the sword force almost split the top of my head.
“You’ve accomplished quite a bit for your age. It’s much better than the Hwayang Sword of the Seven Years.”
Now, it is Jeokcheongang that even gives a good word.
It was a warm atmosphere overall.
The next moment, if he didn’t open his mouth again.
“So, is he doing well?”
“uh… … “
Well, I’m doing fine in the grave.
“Your martial arts must have improved quite a bit. Shall we go see your face now?”
“that……”
I can visit you, but you won’t see my face.
The tomb of the elder is located in the corner of the Jin family in Taewon, so to speak, in the family cemetery.
The family’s leading members fiercely opposed it, but Jin Wei-qing pushed ahead. He felt remorse for the mistake of his grandfather, the former head of the family.
“I should have a drink or something. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a face, so I won’t treat you harshly.”
I imagined Jeokcheongang pouring alcohol at the grave of the elder.
Damn, no more. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.
“Hey, I have something to tell you.”
“What is it? Tell me where.”
“He passed away.”
“… … huh?”
“A couple of months ago, stop.”
Jeokcheongang, who was silent for a moment, murmured.
“Are you still at the age of eight?”
Quite an arm. I was over eighty.
Of course, since he was the owner of strong gong power, I don’t know if he would have lived twenty more years if he had stayed still.
“What happened?”
“You have fought.”
“A warrior?”
Jeokcheongang’s eyes showed anger at first glance.
“Are they the Demonic Cult?”
“It is not. It’s a bit complicated and sensitive, so it’s a bit difficult to talk about it.”
“Do you know who killed him?”
“Have you paid off your enemies? From Taewon Jinga’s point of view, it would be okay to eat the whole bone.”
Listening to it makes me feel like my bones are melting.
As I silently lowered my head with a sad expression on my face, Jeokcheongang, sensing the calm atmosphere, stopped talking.
ok, it was perfect It was a godsend that Hyuk Moo-jin passed out.
If he had been awake, he would have been glancing at me from earlier, and he is the culprit. He killed this guy. Because I would have made a tee like that.
‘Okay, let’s get out of here quickly. I have to log out altogether.’
And the next moment, I realized
“uh? If it’s Hwayang Sword Jin Baek Yang, isn’t that the person that benefactor killed? Right?”
That I forgot about that bastard.