Absolute Regression Chapter 22

Episode 22: You can teach me secretly.

After leaving Cheonmaseokgak, I went to Cheonmaseon.

“I’m home.”

My father, who had been quietly looking down at me, came forward.

“Come closer.”

I walked five steps forward.

“A little more.”

This time, three steps.

“more.”

I walked right up to the stairs.

My father was investigating me. He must have wondered what kind of martial arts I had learned, but since I was walking without using the Wind God Sabo, he couldn’t tell anything from my movements.

“What martial arts did you learn at Cheonmaseokgak?”

“It’s a secret.”

As if he knew I would react like this, my father unleashed his magic without hesitation.

“I won’t ask you twice.”

The magic that flew in was on a different level from the magic that the demons had sent earlier. It wasn’t a tingling or painful sensation, but rather a feeling of falling into a dark abyss. My body became cold and the flow of my true energy slowed down on its own.

I answered honestly because I had no intention of hiding it from my father in the first place.

“I have learned the Dharma.”

“What kind of method?”

“This is the Wind God Temple.”

This is a stillness created by surprise.

The magic that had been briefly withdrawn attacked me again.

“Cut that nonsense out.”

“It’s true.”

Magi pulled me deeper into the abyss. Even as the magic rose to my neck and my face was sinking in, my gaze toward my father was unconcealed.

I was sinking endlessly into a swamp-like abyss. I couldn’t breathe. I thought to myself, “Isn’t he going to kill me?” But an inescapable fear of suffocation gripped me.

That moment.

It felt like something huge was staring at me in the darkness.

‘!’

The moment my eyes met with it, everything that had been weighing me down disappeared and I was standing at the end of the red carpet of Cheonma Hall.

The father, who had gathered the magic, spoke as if giving orders.

“Show off the martial arts you learned.”

My father still didn’t believe it was the Fengshen Temple.

“What will you give me in return?”

Your father made a face of bewilderment. In your life, no one has ever asked for something with conditions.

“A horse that wants to live.”

I smiled faintly and stepped back to stand in the middle of the main hall.

And he slowly unfolded the Wind God’s Temple.

As the dark shadow unfolded, my father abruptly stood up from his seat. From the first step, he could tell that it was different from other martial arts.

In this way, all of the beginner’s guides for the Wind God’s Temple have been completed.

My father, who was not one to show his emotions, could not hide his shock now. Since it was a martial art that had been practiced, it was probably the first time my father had seen the Wind God’s Treasure, but he knew exactly how great this martial art was.

“Where did you learn the Wind God’s Sword?”

Now my father believed that this dharma was the treasure of the wind god.

“I learned it at Cheonmaseokgak.”

Whew.

My father, who had crossed the space in an instant and reached me, grabbed me by the neck and asked me coldly.

“Do you dare lie to me?”

I wanted to break my neck right then and there. It was the first time my father had ever touched me, and the emotion I felt was anger.

But I wasn’t angry. My father was serious about martial arts. That’s why he’s there and why he’s so strong. I understand this kind of father.

“There was no Pungsinsa Temple in Cheonmaseokgak.”

A cold air that felt like it would freeze my whole body was transmitted through my father’s fingertips. It was a different feeling from the previous time when I was immersed in the abyss.

“I definitely learned it there.”

“That’s a lie!”

“Can you guarantee that you have seen all those secret books? They may have been placed on a different shelf than the one containing the secret books.”

“Then you knew that the Wind God Sabo was there!”

“I didn’t know.”

“lie!”

“I really didn’t know. I discovered it by chance while trying to learn other martial arts.”

I’m going to leave this part out because there’s no other way to explain it. Of course, my father won’t believe it.

My father took his hand away from my neck and asked again.

“Where have you been?”

“It was being used as a stand under the bookshelf.”

“But how did you discover it?”

“I found it while trying to straighten something that was crooked.”

The father, who was wondering whether to believe this, was about to call his subordinate and have him bring it to him.

“I guess the important parts of the emergency kit have already been removed.”

“How did you know?”

“I would have done the same.”

My father, who had been glaring at me for a moment, returned to Taesa’s room as quickly as he had flown to me.

“Call the sergeant.”

As expected! This is our father.

My goal is not to defeat my father and ascend to the throne of the Heavenly Horse. I don’t intend to wait for the fire weapon guy in the same situation as last time.

Killing that bastard was important, but the purpose of my return was to save my father and the Cheonmajeon family.

Revenge will not be the only reason for this return. Revenge is the reason for the return, and the purpose of the return is to live this life happily.

After killing Hwamugi, he plans to live a happy life, wandering the world without being bound by the religion, until his father passes the throne to him.

From then on, my real life begins. I will live a life free of obstacles with this young body. The title of my autobiography is ‘Life is like a sword dance.’

Therefore, there is no problem in teaching the Dharma to your father.

Of course, it won’t be free.

“I don’t like it.”

I spoke quickly to save my angry father the trouble of flying back to me.

“There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.”

“I remember that the secret I taught you at the hunting grounds was free.”

“That’s the price of the drinks you drank at the hunting grounds.”

My father looked dumbfounded at my shameless words.

“How on earth have you endured this far? Such a shameless guy.”

“You have to grow up to be a dog. Now I am taller than my father. I gritted my teeth and endured until I reached this height.”

I never said a word to my father.

Father, I can’t win. You don’t know how much I’ve suffered. I’ve been on the brink of death several times.

“Is there anything you want?”

“I will give you the Mu-gong-gu-gyeol, so it would be fair to receive it as Mu-gong-gu-gyeol. I would like to receive the Gu-hwa-ma-gong, but that seems difficult, so I would like to receive the Cheon-ma-ho-shin-gong (Heavenly Demon Protection Body Art) instead.”

There was a moment of silence.

Cheonma Hosingong is literally a self-defense technique to protect the body, and it was Cheonma’s unique martial art that was passed down only to Cheonma.

“Impossible!”

“This is a wind god temple. Strictly speaking, this is a business where I will lose money.”

“Only the Heavenly Horse and his successors can learn the Heavenly Horse Defense Technique.”

“You can teach me secretly. Since Cheonmahosingong is a martial art that is activated without being noticed, others will never know.”

It was a feat that would never be known to the outside world.

I could sense my father’s worries. If he had been serious, angry, and pressured me, I would have had to tell him eventually. But my father didn’t do that. My father was my father.

In any case, in my situation, it was a martial art that I absolutely had to acquire. If I learned the Cheonmahoshin Art, it would be like gaining one more life.

“Think about it and let me know.”

As I was politely greeting and turning around to leave, I heard my father’s voice.

“Instead, the Wind God Temple comes first.”

Surprisingly, my father decided to pass on the Cheonmahosingong.

Are you really going to teach me the Cheonmahoshinkong?

I thought that maybe my father wanted me to be his successor. Or maybe he just didn’t care since I was going to die fighting the Palmajons anyway?

“great.”

“Why do you readily accept it? I could have just received the wind god’s report and not told you anything.”

“At least you’re not the type of person to do something shameful in front of your son.”

A sneer crossed my father’s lips. Using the expression “ridiculous” was the strongest move I could make. How could my father not know what was in my mind?

‘I’m sorry, Father. But I can’t just hand over the Wind God Temple to you, right?’

Fortunately, my father’s reaction wasn’t that bad. He would appreciate receiving payment like this more than foolishly offering up a martial arts skill.

“Okay. Tell me the answer.”

“yes.”

I told my father about the secret of the Wind God Temple.

My father quietly closed his eyes and reminisced.

After three hours had passed, my father began to unfold the Poongsinsabo.

I watched the scene without blinking.

The Pungsinsabo that my father spread out was similar to the one I spread out, but also different.

My father seemed to be saying something like this.

I interpret this martial art as follows.

I memorized every single movement of the Pungsin Sabo that my father performed in my head. I am not trying to imitate it. I know that the realm of ignorance is determined by how you interpret the subtle differences that are different from mine and why.

After all the vegetables were spread out, my father sat quietly lost in thought.

I too fell into deep meditation, comparing the Fengshen Temple Treasure that my father had just opened with the Fengshen Temple Treasure that I had opened.

I have to learn.

The father’s attitude towards martial arts. The depth of the best’s thinking and interpretation.

Soon, my father woke up from his meditation.

“This is a really good martial art.”

If my father had said that I had done well in martial arts, it would have been high praise.

“Can’t you swallow it even if it’s because of a guilty conscience?”

My father laughed, but this time there was a hint of satisfaction.

Now we have created the largest variable after regression.

Will Hwamoogi be able to defeat his father, who has mastered even the Four Great Swordsmen?

Of course, I plan to beat the fire weapon myself, but I gave the wind god’s treasure to my father as a countermeasure.

Father kept his promise.

“I will now teach you the Cheonmahoshinkong. I will only say it once, so memorize it well.”

Before listening to the sermon, I sat cross-legged.

Since my father will only tell me this once, I am trying to memorize it with my body by directly applying the syllables instead of just memorizing it in my head. This is something that should not be attempted unless you are an expert like me.

My father began to teach me the secrets of the Cheonmahosingong.

“From the Myungmun point, gently move the betting energy to Sinyu, Jisil, and Wiyu. At this time, the true energy should be light like snow falling on a blade of grass. Speed ​​is important from Biyu, Ganyu, and Gyeokyu. Walk, run, lightly increase speed as if flying, and when you reach Sinju, Pungmun, and Gokwon, pour it out powerfully like a waterfall… … .”

The Gugyeol was obviously difficult from the beginning. The difficulty level was truly extreme. Even while moving the Jin-gi according to the Gugyeol, my heart really pounded. I was so resentful of my father who knew that the Gugyeol was this difficult, but did not stop me from using it myself.

Naturally, there were several crises. I overcame the small ones, but I faced a major crisis at the end.

In an instant, the true energy flowed back and the blood vessels ran wild as if they were going to burst. The blood vessels were so taut that they looked like they would burst at any moment. If I hadn’t strengthened my blood vessels with the Heavenly Vein Strengthening Technique before, I would have definitely suffered serious internal injuries.

‘Learning the Heavenly Vein Strengthening Technique was planned for today. If that’s true, then I won’t die today!’

At the edge of a cliff where a miscarriage, internal injuries, and death awaited me if I fell, I became the embodiment of positivity and fought back.

Again I believed.

It is not my destiny to die while learning martial arts from my father.

Did my faith work?

The energy that had been running wild like a wild horse had subsided. The internal energy flowed along the bloodline it should have, and after overcoming the crisis, I was able to finish the last step of the Cheonmahosingong.

“Hoooooo.”

I slowly opened my eyes, taking a deep breath and calming myself down.

My father was standing at the large window of Cheonmajeon and looking outside.

Did you know that I was in such a big crisis?

If I had fallen into a money trap, would you have helped me?

Until I heard my father say, ‘From now on, you will be the next king,’ I couldn’t be sure of anything.

Whether or not my father knew what I was thinking, he looked out the window and spoke about the greatness of Cheonmahosingong.

“When your life is in danger, the Heavenly Horse Guardian Sword will activate on its own. If the Heavenly Horse Guardian Sword becomes great in the future, you will never die.”

The moment I heard that, one question occurred to me.

‘But why did my father die?’