It was when So Ye-rin, the Six Heavenly Tiger, and Dam Baek-ha, the six-blooded saint of the Nine Blood Cult, were having a long conversation.
Mara-hyeon, the masked Geumwiwi, who was worried that he would be punished for helping Mok Gyeong-un steal the underground Geumok prisoner, thought it was fortunate and watched quietly.
Mara-hyeon, who had been silent like that, suddenly turned to someone other than So Ye-rin and Dam Baek-ha.
That person was Seonghwaryeongju, an old woman wearing a prisoner’s uniform.
The first reason I became interested in the Holy Spirit Pill was because of her age.
‘······How could such an old man be imprisoned in an indefinite prison?’
I heard that only the worst felons are imprisoned in Infinite Geumok.
I heard that the people imprisoned there were mostly high treason criminals or people who had reached an uncontrollable level, but there was something strange about that old woman.
As expected, there is no sign of him having learned any internal skills.
To say that he was hiding his martial arts skills, even his steps were no different from ordinary people.
‘What crime did I commit?’
And why did Mo Kyung-un take the author out?
While I was wondering, Marahyun, who was staring at the Holy Spirit of Seonghwa’s face, frowned.
At first, I was just curious about who it was.
But the face looks strangely familiar.
‘weird.’
Have you ever encountered a prisoner imprisoned in an underground prison?
Like So Yerin of the Sixth Heaven, she herself had never been assigned to the firing squad.
But why does the face look familiar?
After staring for a while, Marahyeon’s eyes became narrow like needles.
‘I definitely saw it.’
Although it was very old and faint, I have seen that old woman before.
Marahyun, who was trying to ignore this without much thought, narrowed her pupils and did not move away from the Holy Fire Spirit.
Marahyeon tried to remember her somehow.
Instinctively, I felt that I should not just pass by.
He was so obsessed with remembering things that he couldn’t even hear the conversation between So Ye-rin and Dam Baek-ha.
Then,
-Sigh!
Seonghwaryeongju unconsciously looked at Marahyeon, probably because he felt eyes staring at him.
Seonghwaryeongju, who made eye contact with Marahyeon, wondered why that was so.
Since I was already wearing the gold uniform, I was instinctively avoiding eye contact, but looking at him so intently made me feel uneasy.
however,
‘huh?’
Seonghwaryeongju’s eyes also narrowed.
I didn’t know it, but I discovered a wall of eyes visible through a gap in the mask.
When the Seonghwa Lord saw this, he could not help but be astonished.
She stumbled without realizing it and muttered softly.
“Mayra the priest?”
However, there was no way Marahyeon, the expert, could not hear this sound.
‘Mayra the priest?’
The moment he heard this, Marahyeon’s eyes suddenly trembled.
As he was concentrating hard to remember a familiar face, a forgotten memory began to creep into his mind.
That was when Marahyeon was young.
Mara-hyeon, who was standing next to her mother, was looking at someone who was busy packing their luggage and getting ready to leave.
Unlike Mara-hyeon, who was of mixed race, he was a perfect Westerner with yellow hair and gray eyes.
The Westerner, who was dressed in Jungwon-style clothing rather than a Westerner, soon approached her mother, hugged her, and stroked Mara-hyeon’s head.
[فرزند من]
With those words, the Westerner turned and headed toward the door.
In front of the door was a middle-aged woman with a beautiful appearance, holding a cane with a blue jade bead embedded in it.
The middle-aged woman was none other than an old woman.
I think I understand why it looked familiar but I couldn’t remember it.
It was when I was young and my face was so haggard and full of wrinkles that it didn’t come to mind.
The Westerner spoke to the old woman in a slurred tone.
[You’ve been waiting for so long.]
[no. Myera, the priest.]
[Please leave now.]
[thank you. It would be a great help to the members of our church if Priest Mayra, who came from our mother church in the mainland, would go.]
At her words, the Westerner made a strange expression.
That expression was quite bitter.
His face looked like he was going to a place from which he could never return.
And that bitter face was the face of the Westerner that Mara-hyeon last saw.
‘······father.’
The Seoyeokin was none other than Marahyeon’s father.
Is ominousness always appropriate?
When his father left, he promised to return.
But he never came back.
What came back were a few keepsakes that my father had, and my mother, who heard the news of his death along with those keepsakes, could not overcome her heartache and died in despair.
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-Wow!
Now I remembered everything.
My mother cries out to me and asks if I can stay, saying it is ominous.
My father thought about it until the end.
And that old woman who persuaded me to take my father away.
-closely!
Marahyun’s fingernails clenched into her fists digging into her flesh.
For a moment, anger rose up.
If that old woman hadn’t shown up and taken my damn father away, my mother wouldn’t have suffered and died, and wouldn’t have been dragged around by slave traders for years because she was of mixed race.
‘You bitch!’
Despite this, that old woman never appeared before them.
Since his father was a priest at his alma mater in the mainland, he said he had personally come to pick him up and all that, but in reality, it was only a low-level member of the church who had never heard of him delivering the news of his death.
Maraheon, who could not hold back his anger, approached the Holy Spirit of Seonghwa.
‘interest?’
The Seonghwa Spirit Lord took a step back for a moment.
The moment she looked inside the walls of Marahyeon, she thought of someone.
But someone died.
That was a long time ago too.
In that case, it was someone I didn’t know, but the moment I saw those burning eyes, I knew intuitively that it was anger.
-Jump!
As he approached without saying a word, the Holy Spirit’s eyes were shaking.
At first she did not understand where this anger came from.
But the moment Mara-hyeon took two steps, someone passed through her mind.
that,
‘no way?’
It was the mixed-race boy I saw at the house of priest Myera.
A boy with black eyes who resembles his father with an exotic appearance, although his hair is black due to his mixed race with the Central Plains.
For a moment, Seonghwaryeongju was shocked.
If the boy had lived, he would probably have grown up and become an adult.
‘How could this happen…’
Was he really alive?
When I went there again, there was no one there.
Even if I wanted to ask someone, I couldn’t even ask where I had gone because I was living deep in the mountains.
Accordingly, the Holy Spirit of Seonghwa opened his mouth to Marahyeon, who was approaching.
“Are you…”
It was right then.
-Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chach!
Mo Qingyun suddenly opened his sword.
It was the first time they had seen the sword, but the grandeur contained in it was so great that everyone could not help but be instantly drawn to it.
Geomcho, reminiscent of a full moon, contained a lot of meaning despite its uncomplicated trajectory.
‘······under!’
Even Marahyeon, who was consumed by anger, could not take her eyes off of it.
As a military officer, it was impossible for him to pretend not to notice even after seeing the sword fight that Mok Gyeong-un was currently displaying.
‘How can such complexity be contained in simplicity?’
Mara Hyeon was not the only one who thought like this.
Even from the mouths of So Ye-rin and the six-blooded Dan Baek-ha, who knew what Mok Gyeong-un’s sword technique was, admiration flowed.
So Ye-rin’s eyes widened as she looked at Geomcho like that.
The reason was because the Muwolgong sword wielded by Mok Kyung-un was different from what he knew.
‘different.’
The trajectory of swordsmanship is different.
The unnecessary sword paths in the original sword Chosik were eliminated, and each and every one of the original sword paths was strictly focused on killing the opponent.
However, Mok Gyeong-un’s martial arts sword technique deviates from the existing framework for sword fighting.
-Gurgling!
Tears flowed down So Ye-rin’s cheeks as she looked at this.
It was a sword road that filled my heart.
Even though Geomro moves freely outside of the existing herbivorous framework, it does not deviate from the framework of Muwolgonggeom.
‘It was real?’
The six-blooded Danbaekha opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
The sword fight that Mok Gyeong-un was currently performing was literally close to perfection.
If the sword I saw on the old man in the past was filled with only murderous intent, the sword now was truly freedom itself.
‘Of course. It’s the old man’s sword.’
Even if the format is different, the meaning of the sword cannot change.
However, what is surprising is the Muwolgonggeom, which was called one of the five great sword techniques in the Jungwon region at the time.
How can such a sword technique evolve this far?
Indeed, the old man is an unprecedented genius.
-dump!
Then I saw someone sitting on the floor.
He was none other than the masked Geumwiwi Mara Hyeon.
Marahyeon, who was staring intently at Mokgyeongun’s sword, closed his eyes and entered meditation as if he had gained some kind of enlightenment.
‘under? ‘Look at this guy.’
He was a very lucky guy.
The sword that Mo Qingyun was seeing now was closer to a sword play that went beyond Super Rise.
If you don’t realize anything even after seeing that, I can only say that you are lacking in wealth.
Dambaekha looked at So Yerin.
Seeing her blushing and not being able to take her eyes off the sword plant, it seemed like she had also attained enlightenment.
‘······As expected, he is his blood descendant.’
Although it was only for a short time, he competed with So Ye-rin and it was simple.
Her martial arts skills were not inferior to those of herself, who had practiced martial arts for a long time.
No, it was difficult to guess the end.
But despite this, I gained another insight here.
It was truly a great feat.
Blood couldn’t be fooled.
-Sigh!
As he was doing so, Mok Gyeong-un stopped unfolding his sword.
Since it was to prove that I had met an old man, there was no reason to go all out.
When Mo Kyung-un stopped his sword midway, So Ye-rin’s eyes were filled with regret.
‘ah······.’
It was a moment when I felt like I was about to grab onto something.
This was not a small realization, but a huge starting point that could lead to a higher place.
However, as Mok Gyeong-un stopped sharpening the sword, his attempt to reach the edge and fall into a mental state also stopped.
As a result, I had no choice but to lose my appetite out of disappointment.
Mok Gyeong-un spoke to her.
“As you can see, I received instruction from my elders. “I don’t know if it’s the old man that So Yuk Cheon-ho knows…”
“for a moment······. Did she say she was taught now?”
“yes.”
“He himself to the woodworker?”
“Well, that’s right.”
Thanks to this, I was able to create a magic sword on my own.
However, So Ye-rin and Dam Baek-ha looked at each other in surprise at Mo Gyeong-un’s answer.
Then soon,
-Park!
The six-blooded Dan Baek-ha knelt down on one knee to Mo Kyung-un and suddenly put both hands together and bowed in a bow.
‘!?’
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