Return to the Immortal’s Tale Episode 380
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“hmm….”
I thought of the guy who was regenerating his body after being hit by Kim Young-hoon’s attack and who was running towards me in a state of arousal.
“It has excellent conditions for practicing martial arts.”
Every time you swing your weapon, every time you get hit, every time you fight an opponent.
A race that is not just greedy but also s*xually aroused?
Whether it was martial arts or the art of fighting, they were a race that had an enormous advantage in learning anything related to combat.
‘It’s not for nothing that humans and other races like to prey on and exploit others.’
Honestly, I felt a little bad about that sticky idea, but apart from that, I thought they were the race with the best conditions to become a fighter.
And Kim Young-hoon, who was watching my reaction, snickered and said.
“Do you know why I said I’m not a warrior?”
“hmm….”
I hesitated for a moment and then shook my head.
“Um, sorry. Honestly, I don’t know. Why isn’t it unmanned?”
I really don’t know.
I didn’t pretend to know anything and just told the truth.
Kim Young-hoon gathered the energy of the air and created cavalry.
A golden sword made of chi was held in his hand.
“What do you think I caught?”
“It’s a knife.”
I saw the spirit embedded in his sword and answered immediately.
“That’s right. Unmanned means those who move while holding weapons.”
Kim Young-hoon and I went outside the building and continued our conversation.
Boohoo!
And Kim Young-hoon, who had arrived at the end of Gwangum Station, swung the sword he was holding in his hand at me.
“What did I just swing at you?”
“It’s a herbivore.”
“That’s right. We are practitioners of herbivory.”
He swung his sword again.
This time he swung his sword with the intention of cutting me down, so I drew my sword and swung it back at him.
Pfft!
It was clear that both sides had put the power to split the sea into each other’s weapons, but because they had perfectly controlled each other’s strength, no major shock waves were generated.
“What did we run into?”
“It is the meaning.”
“That’s right. The unmanned ones swing their weapons to create prey, and they clash with that prey.”
Woohoo!
His eyes glowed golden.
“In the end, it’s about meaning, and that meaning is our soul. It contains various meanings, and because we use those meanings to perform our art, we fight with weapons, but we don’t get caught up in the fight itself. But do you remember what that nobleman had in his hands?”
I thought of Jin Ma-yeol, who had been rushing towards me with his eyes wide open.
What he held in his hands was not a simple chainsickle and sword.
Desire.
He had a sticky desire and was completely absorbed in it.
“…okay.”
I now understand what Kim Young-hoon was trying to say.
“What did you mean by ‘what is contained in the weapon’?”
“That’s right. Come to think of it, I remember what happened last time. Come down and see.”
Fight!
After saying that, Kim Young-hoon went downstairs.
It was a deep sea of high-pressure waters.
Toong-
Still, he managed to stand on the dimension above the deep sea.
“You are definitely strong. However, if what I felt back then was not my illusion, then your martial arts are not perfect.”
“That’s right… It was a combination of the Cheonjijok method and the puppet technique.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
He said, shaking his head.
“I just said, ‘What do you put in a Muran weapon?’”
“Yes, it was.”
“But how many weapons do you have?”
Sway, sway!
The surface of the dimension shook, and the upper part of the deep sea where Kim Young-hoon was standing shook.
“Last time, I was wondering why you couldn’t step on the surface of this dimension. I thought that it would be so difficult for someone of our level, so I wondered why you had such difficulty. Then I found the answer.”
He laughed.
“The martial arts are about figuring out what to put into your weapons. However, you have too many weapons. However, you are not putting all your intentions into them. Therefore, your martial arts are not complete, and because your martial arts are not complete, your martial arts realm is unstable and you cannot step onto the dimensional surface.”
Phaaaat!
The golden sword he held seemed to shine dazzlingly.
“You asked how to cut a star? You can’t cut a real star, but I can cut something similar.”
Choaaaah!
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As he swung his sword, the sea seemed to ripple and split apart, and pieces of countless worlds beneath the dimensional sea shimmered.
And among them, there was also a piece of the world where starlight was swirling around.
Kim Young-hoon swung his sword toward that piece of world.
He did a spin in the air.
His Tao drew a circle.
The next moment, the starlight split apart.
And along the trajectory of the circle he drew, the ‘light’ of this sea area split.
Bam!
Split the sky!
An illusion appeared over the entire sea area, as if the sky had split in two for a moment.
Kim Young-hoon wiped his sweat and laughed heartily.
“I know you have many weapons. And you have properly set your mind to at least three or four of them. But you have not set your mind to the other miscellaneous items. So either throw away all the miscellaneous items, or if you do not want to throw them away, make sure that they are all yours. Then…”
I felt like I had a clue as to how to solve Jang Ik’s problem through Kim Young-hoon.
“The starlight will be enough to light up the sky.”
Choaaaah-
The sky, which had been divided again, has returned.
A divine technique that does not cut space, but simply splits light rays in space.
I bowed my head to Kim Young-hoon and greeted him.
“Thank you for teaching me.”
The path I must take has been decided.
‘also….’
And then, after greeting Kim Young-hoon, I pulled out the Park Do in my mind.
A green sword was in my hand.
I was confident that with one swing of this, I could destroy this entire sea area.
No, it wasn’t at the sea level, but as Jang-ik said, it could be separated by a separate line.
But I didn’t use the hammer in such a place.
Instead, I swung my sword at Kim Young-hoon’s image.
Boom!
The sharp blade I swung struck Kim Young-hoon’s mind.
It felt like a hammer was stuck in Bongjo’s head, and then the hammer disappeared into Bongjo’s head.
He asked, blinking.
“What is this? It doesn’t seem like what you had in mind….”
“Inject your imagination into Park Do and try to communicate with him. You will meet interesting people.”
‘Jang Ik’s disciple must be Kim Young-hoon.’
“Thank you for the advice. I guess I’ll be going now.”
After I gave Kim Young-hoon a blow from Jang-ik, I gave him a clue to communicate with Jang-ik and then returned.
Although it was a short moment, what I received from Kim Young-hoon was great.
‘Yeah, that’s right.’
I have learned so much now.
So, can we give meaning to all of that and use it properly?
‘no.’
I thought that I had unified the Cheonjijok Gongbeop and martial arts by creating the sword with Hong Su-ryeong.
But if you think about it, it wasn’t a unification, it was just creating one more weapon.
I briefly went through the entire Danak Sword technique while holding the Chongcheon Sword.
Starting from the 1-second Wolak to the 30-second Sansimyeonhudo.
‘It’s time to make 31 seconds.’
I went to the Mugeukgyojeon training center and started organizing what I had learned so far.
Starting from the O-wol Ipdogyeong, the Cheongmun Se-ga method, Cheonrin Su-hae-seong, Go-gun’s circuit, Gi-goe-go, Gyu-to Jang-seong-gong, Eum-hon-gwi-ju- mun, Baek-ran-chuk-seong-mun, Chang-ryeong-seong-gwang-o-chae-dae-beop, Myeol-sin-gyeop-cheon and Noe-do method, Man-sang-in-yeon-do and Yuk-geuk-eum-roe-sin, Dae-mak-sa-hae-seong, etc.
‘I learned quite a lot.’
Even I made a lot of them.
There were quite a few things I made myself, including the black jangseonggyeol I made a while ago.
I recalled countless construction methods and recalled Kim Young-hoon’s words.
‘There are many weapons, but not all of them contain meaning…’
So what should we do?
How can we put meaning into weapons?
‘There is only one way.’
I used the single-edged sword technique.
And, in accordance with the beginners of the single-music swordsmanship method, he began to compare the method formulas of countless techniques.
‘All my techniques, all melted into one.’
And it unifies public works and martial arts.
It wasn’t just about melting the hearts of heaven and earth like in the latter half of the single-edged sword technique.
It was going to be a process of integrating ‘everything’ I had learned so far.
‘Let’s begin.’
To cut down a star.
And, to move forward further!
No matter how many years it takes, I must do it even if it means going through hellish training!!!
And then, about ten years passed.
* * *
‘It’s not easy.’
I was able to successfully melt the Soul Ghost spell, the White Lantern Fortune spell, the Black Blood Rui spell, the Six Extreme Sound Thunder God spell, and the Great Barrier Sect spell into the sword.
However, there is a beginner’s course in forensics.
Even if you incorporate such techniques into one movement, it is a supernatural movement that is created by combining other movements and other movements.
In the midst of all those changes and connections between changes, the method must be incorporated into each and every one of them.
‘It’s so far away.’
To be honest, I started without any plan, but I had no idea when it would end.
But I continued working.
Twenty years have passed.
* * *
The bad luck I felt last time wasn’t my intuition or an illusion.
It still felt like it was in the sky.
I consulted with Yeonwi and Songjin and other people, but it seemed like they couldn’t see the weather that I was seeing.
Yeonwi thought I was possessed by an evil spirit and tried to perform a ritual with me by burning me as a burnt offering, so he hung me upside down and brought me to my senses.
But it wasn’t my mistake, the bad luck just kept coming.
It has become more common for them to raid other sea areas and kidnap believers.
Every time, they were rescued again, and those who had been kidnapped once were careful about their behavior, so it never happened again, but I still felt uneasy.
Recently, the half-human, half-fish tribe of the Wonyeonggi demon tribe called Wiyun has been committing arson and assaulting followers in various branches of the Mugeuk religion.
I wanted to catch him and interrogate him, but it was annoying that he would hide somewhere every time I went to catch him and I couldn’t catch him.
I focused on my work as the leader of the Mugeuk movement, building up my strength and uniting my methods and martial arts.
Thirty years have passed.
* * *
Crunch, crunch!
While I was practicing, a demon came to visit me.
We have succeeded in melting all the techniques into one recipe.
But what happened after that was the problem.
All of the countless variations of the single-music sword technique must be melted down by applying all of these techniques.
It’s so far away!
My talent is far from sufficient!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The devil had come looking for me, and I was now in the process of consuming the spirit that had come looking for me.
“You can do it, you can do it, you can do it…!”
I swallowed my heart and shouted with my eyes rolled back.
“I have to do it…!”
I got tired of sitting around crying and despairing about how I had no talent a long time ago.
I am already approaching 4,000 years old.
Even at this age, I can’t just sit there and pretend to be a child and use my talent as an excuse!
“I’ll do it! No! I’ll do it!”
Talent is just an excuse.
If you don’t have talent, you can definitely achieve it if you put your whole body into it!
Something I’ve experienced several times.
so….
“I! Do it!”
Instead of sitting down, he stands up and swings his sword, melting the techniques into practice.
Forty years have passed.
* * *
It seemed to be my characteristic to fall into madness once I got into training.
From some point on, I started to accelerate and train my mind like before.
When I came to my senses, I had no idea how much time had passed.
What is clear is that as I integrated all of my techniques into the single-track swordsmanship method, I felt like I was running out of time.
How many times have I repeated this madness?
I am now confident that I have incorporated all the techniques from the first half of the single-track swordsmanship, from the first to the twelfth seconds.
Now all that remained were the middle and the second half.
‘I’m going, I’m going…!’
I integrated the techniques while defeating deep sea monsters.
Fifty years have passed.
* * *
How many times did he go crazy while slaying deep-sea monsters and building up his Gangnyeong Fortress?
I finally managed to integrate the entire 30 seconds of the single-note sword technique into all of my techniques.
So now all that was left was to incorporate the hundreds and thousands of variations and linkages of the single-musket sword technique into the technique.
“Hahahaha!”
Quad sit!
I rushed at me and devoured the face of the serpent that was tormenting me, while at the same time smashing the head of the deep sea monster and digging out the stone.
Surprisingly, this deep-sea monster was quite strong, as it had an enormous stone embedded in its head, and in the center of the stone was even the precious prison jade.
I hummed as I opened the prison cell, and then I saw my face reflected in the prison cell.
Why is that?
I felt that I looked quite similar to the Jin Ma-yeol who had been rushing at me like crazy.
Then, am I not unmanned?
Is what I’m doing not martial arts?
I was about to ask Kim Young-hoon if I was unmanned, but Kim Young-hoon remembered that I hadn’t been seen recently.
It seemed like he was communicating with Jang-ik in a quiet place.
How would Jang Ik react to his talent?
What kind of enlightenment will he gain from Jang-ik?
Can he show us hope beyond the walls, beyond the left-wing?
Suddenly, as I was thinking about that, I felt somewhat pathetic.
The next level was my self-contempt for thinking that Kim Young-hoon would go first and tell me.
And with that wretchedness, I could see that I was still unmanned.
Just the fact that I had a longing for the next level, that I longed for a slightly higher level of martial arts, made me realize that I was different from Jin Ma-yeol.
The martial arts of the two nobles are filled only with lust, but my martial arts are filled with a longing for greater heights!
At least I was relieved by that fact and continued to practice martial arts.
Sixty years have passed.
* * *
“Ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
at las!
I have dissolved all my methods into every recipe!
In actual time, when I asked the followers, it was about seventy years, but since I accelerated my mind and integrated my martial arts, it felt like hundreds of years had passed.
But I didn’t like it.
“Why on earth are you doing this! Why on earth!!!”
Unfold the sword.
Each of the sword’s first movements was followed by countless techniques.
This black curse was also a blessing, the grace of my teacher, the fruit of my efforts, the mind of Seorip, the will of Geumsincheonryeomun, the research of Heuksaegguigokgok, and the tenacity of Changcheongaebyeokmun.
And, the myriad of relationships permeated the herbivore.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk-
“Ghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
A hazy mist seeped into the grass, and I screamed as I tried to spread my wings.
But you were wrong.
It’s distorted.
It’s distorted.
It’s starting to fall apart.
The herbivore was in disarray and ran wild.
Kwaaaaang!
Eventually, the herbivore did not follow my will and became disorganized, and eventually, at some point, it exploded.
We have succeeded in unifying all the herbivores.
But when the ten thousand years of existence begin, the herbivores go crazy and run wild.
And then, while I was forcibly holding a knife and dancing with a sword, I experienced something that I had never experienced before in my life.
Kwaaang!
The sword of heaven slipped out of my hand.
“….”
The sword was dropped.
My hands were shaking because I couldn’t understand what on earth was going on.
“I, I… .”
You dropped the sword?
It was something that should never have happened.
But I missed it.
No, to be exact, it would be more accurate to say that the sword disappeared from my hand for a moment.
Having held a sword my entire life, my evil power had now reached an abnormal level, and now I was confident that I would not lose to a swordsman, let alone an exaggerated ‘evil power’.
However, no matter how strong the grip is, it is impossible to grab something when the thing to grab suddenly disappears.
I was so shocked that I stopped practicing martial arts for a while and only focused on my religious duties.
Why on earth did this happen?
Eighty years have passed.
* * *
Recently, Buk Hyang-hwa and Kim Yeon have been seen hanging out together quite often.
Now, it’s like they’re sisters, they sleep together and even call each other by their last names.
“Why are you so late, Buk?”
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that, Kim?”
“This is for my sister who is like heaven!”
“Gyaaak! I told you not to grab my head!”
Although they occasionally fight over trivial things, they walk around holding hands as if nothing happened.
And then, I suddenly realized something as I looked at that sight.
“ah….”
The reason why my swordsmanship did not listen to me.
I thought that the law of all creation was my method, but when I think about it, it isn’t.
As Song Jin said, relationships are created together with the other person.
Since I made it together with others, it is not my own method.
Since I tried to mix something that wasn’t mine into my sword, of course he wouldn’t listen.
Of course, I still didn’t know why it exploded at the end.
One thing was clear.
“We need to communicate.”
From that day on, I started practicing stillness, not movement.
It was a training to feel my own universal connections even more.
And then ninety years passed.
* * *
I looked at the norigae I received from Bukhyanghwa and compared it to the colorless glass sword.
It was said that inside her norigae, a strange rock spit out by Cheongmunryeong was sealed, which served as an incredible power source.
Certainly, a tremendous amount of power was emanating from the Norigae.
But it seemed that Buk Hyang-hwa was mistaken about one thing.
It seemed like he didn’t know much because he was still a northern flower that had only just reached the middle of the Wonyeong period, but when he put his consciousness inside this norigae, he couldn’t feel anything.
That is, there is no monster sealed inside.
And, this norigae is connected to ‘somewhere’, and the power source used by the northern fleet is not a simple power source from a strange rock, but a power source drawn from ‘somewhere’.
At first, I experimented with whether this norigae was connected to the universal love, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
There was no response from Norigae and Mansang Inyeondo.
‘Later, I should ask Kim Yeon to find the place that is connected to the norigae ritual.’
I was unable to do so, but Kim Yeon’s grand ritual might have succeeded in finding the place connected to the norigae.
‘… In the end, is it possible to know the secret of the relationship between all people even with a norigae?’
I looked into the colorless glass sword, the source of all relationships.
A colorless glass sword that, when all 3,000 are scattered, is at the level of an ordinary Buddhist treasure, but when all are combined, it becomes a Buddhist treasure of the level of a four-legged eagle.
The colorless glass sword, the foundation of my most precious memories, when combined with the Cheoncheon sword, becomes a true Dharma treasure of the level of the Great Perfect Sword.
The glass of my colorless glass sword, which had been forged with my sword for thousands of years, had now changed to something more like a mineral than glass.
I stared at the colorless glass sword for a long time, but there was nothing special.
“Whew… .”
I still haven’t conquered the universe.
still!
I am!
May all beings be blessed!
Realize it all!
I couldn’t do it!
“…Heaven!” I wanted to shout, but since the fate of all things was a decision I made, not of heaven, shouting to heaven wouldn’t make any difference.
I sighed, returned the norigae to Bukhyanghwa, and endured myself again, and again.
Discussing relationships with experienced or trustworthy people like Song Jin, Yeon Wi, and Hong Beom.
About a hundred years have passed.
Song Jin died.
