Episode 132
It’s like my command
After looking at the Nine Dragon Golden Seal, the Lion King said:
“Brother, take the Taoist priest. You may not like them, but since they are children I have raised with all my heart and soul, I am sure they will be of a decent standard.”
“Huh?”
“Not only the position of division head, but also the command authority of the Taoist corps?”
I was as surprised as the ghosts and asked why.
“Aren’t you going with me, brother?”
“I feel like I should step aside.”
“?”
“There are masters of the North Sea species everywhere. We should pick them out and hunt them.”
“ah!”
Only then did I seem to realize what he was planning.
“That certainly seems like a way to do it.”
“Among the top-class masters who participated in the North Sea Festival, there is not only Black Bone King.”
“Does this mean you’re going to find the side that has the advantage in winning?”
There were many masters in Bukhae Noje who were comparable to or even superior to the Black Bone King.
The Lion King says that he will quickly deal with them and turn the tide of the battle.
It could have been dangerous to move on his own, but he didn’t seem to care at all.
From his long experience as a ronin, he intuitively knew how to lead a battle to victory.
“On the other hand, you know the structure of the estate well, and you seem to be much better at operating a tactical organization than this Woo-hyung. Don’t you think so?”
I couldn’t help but scratch my cheek and laugh awkwardly.
In fact, since I had led a huge organization called Cheonmasingyo, the depth of organizational management was bound to be much deeper than that of the Lion King.
“That’s why I’m entrusting you with the Taoist mission. I believe you can do it well, my younger brother.”
The eyes of the Lion King looking at me were filled with firm trust.
“The eyes of the Taoist king looking at the young sect leader were dripping with honey-“
“This is scary enough.”
I nodded.
“Even though I am lacking, I will try to live up to your expectations, hyung.”
“Hahaha! If you are lacking in something, I wonder who in the world is not lacking in something!”
The Lion King burst into laughter, then returned with a solemn face and gave orders to Han In-soo and the Taoist army.
“In my absence, the orders of the division masters are my orders. They are superior to those of my disciples, so you must protect the division masters with your lives.”
“Your name!”
“Your name!!”
“Then, brother, I beg you. Please tell those ice ghosts exactly where this place is.”
“Yes, I will do that.”
Thus began the movement to conclude the battle.
* * *
Sima Xian looked at the three village elders surrounding him and quietly raised his sword.
“Gel, gel, it’s been over thirty years since we died!”
“I never thought that Mr. Sima, who was like a sunflower, would have such a big wife and children!”
“If only his bones weren’t a bit smaller or he had a beard around his mouth, I would have believed him if he were a woman!!”
The three village elders looked like people who had just finished working on the farm in the countryside.
Their shabby clothes looked like they would fall apart at any moment, their faces were tanned and covered in freckles, and they each held farming tools in their hands.
The old man, with a short stature like a corn tree, held a sickle in his hand.
An old man of short and stocky build, carrying a pitchfork on his shoulder,
The old man, who was over eight feet tall, was holding a flail.
If you just look at their appearance, you might think they were just farmers you could easily find in any village, but Sima Xian knew very well that the three of them were by no means simple-minded people.
Because these were the people my father, who sometimes liked to brag about his past exploits, had mentioned.
Yuchon Samno (Three Old Men in a Secret Village).
These people, better known as the Guangxi Three Demons, were once the great demon heads who dyed the Guangxi martial arts world a sea of blood.
They disguised themselves as slash-and-burn farmers and entered ordinary villages, committing atrocities such as massacring innocent civilians, sucking their life force to accumulate internal energy, and eating children.
The damage suffered by the Guangxi martial arts world was enormous until the young Cheongcheon Sword Emperor, who could not just let this pass, personally stepped in to punish it.
However, it seemed that the evildoers of the Demonic Cult had revived even those evildoers who should not have been spared.
Guangxu Samma immediately recognized that Sima Xianyi was the daughter of Emperor Qingtian Jian and rushed to meet her.
“If my daughter dies and comes back as a corpse, even that inhuman bastard Sima will shed tears of blood!”
“Gel, gel, gel! Can you repay us for the pain we received?”
“Child! Don’t complain that we are too ruthless! This is because you are only paying for the sins your father committed in his youth!!”
The way they speak as if they were the victims.
Sima Xian did not feel the need to respond.
All I could think about was how I could throw these wicked people back into the depths of hell, or even deeper, so that they would never return to this world.
So she didn’t say anything the whole time she was sword fighting with Guangxi Samma.
He just shows murderous intent in his eyes.
Chaechaechaechaechae!!
“Is it because you take after your father? Your sword is full of murderous intent, which is not appropriate for your age!”
“I guess we need to correct our bad habits!”
Sima Xian thought.
‘We have to find a loophole.’
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The level of martial arts of Guangxi Samma is at an extreme level where he can draw out strong energy.
It seemed that they had not yet adapted to the life of a zombie, and that their level was lower than in their prime, but even so, when the three of them attacked together, they were threatening enough to defeat even the most skilled fighters.
Moreover, for Sima Xian, who was not yet able to fully use the sword, the joint attack of Guangxi Sima was too threatening.
If it weren’t for the supreme swordsmanship he inherited from his father, Cheongcheon Sword Master, and the Gyeongsin technique he learned long ago from the head of the Tang family, Amjon, he might have been defeated long ago.
But even if this went on for a long time, it would be absolutely disadvantageous for her.
But there was no sign of a way to turn things around.
‘What would Prince Tang do? What would Prince Yunhui do?’
Then, suddenly, Sima Xian’s thoughts wandered elsewhere.
I don’t know why his face suddenly came to mind.
However, as far as Sima Xian knew, there were very few people who grew as quickly as Yun Hui and whose understanding of the sword deepened with each passing day.
Clearly, there must have been an outstanding talent like Man Geum Hyang there.
However, Sima Xian thought that the biggest reason Yun Hui was able to do that was Yun Hui’s sincerity or attitude toward the sword.
Because whenever he picked up a sword, the look in his eyes changed.
Somehow I dug deeper and deeper into the tool called the sword, its meaning, and its attitude.
If there was a different opinion than my own, I was willing to listen to it in some way.
And if there was a part that needed fixing, I took it apart and fixed it, and melted it all into the sword.
‘…posture.’
From there, Sima Xian’s thoughts went in a tailspin.
‘The attitude I had… What was kendo?’
For a moment, Sima Xian felt a tingling sensation in his chest.
I thought I was more truthful to the sword than anyone else in the world.
At some point, he realized that he had not been thinking deeply about swords.
‘I just thought about the technical aspects of how to release the first attack more naturally, or how to build up internal energy more efficiently.’
The Sword Fragrance Ten Thousand-Li Skill and the Cheonghwaraesimbeop that Cheongcheon Geomje passed down to her were martial arts that could be called the best of all time.
In that way, just by studying the knots and the roots, continuous development was possible.
Thanks to this, all that remains is the competitive spirit of a warrior, wondering how to advance to a higher level or how to defeat more enemies.
At some point, his attitude as a swordsman completely disappeared.
Even though he obviously liked swords and picked them up… … .
However, the kendo that Yun Hui had shown over the past few days had given Sima Xian a strong shock.
As a person of the Tang dynasty, how could he have such a strong obsession with swords?
The process of digging so deeply that it could be called madness, finding answers, asking questions again, and searching for answers was no different from that of a great monk seeking enlightenment.
So Sima Xian asked Yun Hui directly.
What made you so obsessed with swords?
however-
‘Are you talking about the occasion?’
‘Yes. The Yunhwi Confucius I’ve seen so far has never shown any sign of being tired of the sword. If someone is hung up on to that extent, it’s natural for them to get tired or even get bitten, but Yunhwi Confucius showed no such sign at all. I wonder what kind of motivation would have made him have such a mindset.’
‘hmm.’
‘If it’s a difficult story to tell, you don’t have to tell it-‘
‘Oh, no, that’s not it. I just wonder why that’s necessary.’
‘…?’
‘Isn’t it just fun?’
‘??’
‘I mean, the sword. The sword is much more fascinating than I thought. The process of learning about it one by one was very interesting.’
‘!’
‘But since you insisted on asking me about my motive, it was difficult for me to answer.’
‘!!’
fun.
Yun Hui said so.
‘When did I stop having fun with swords?’
I couldn’t even remember it very well.
Now, just practicing is a very natural thing to do.
But it seemed like that wasn’t the case for Unhwi.
Just pouring everything into the sword itself to create something new.
And to further develop that result, we run and run again to improve it to the maximum.
Crazy about swords.
That was the attitude toward the sword that Yun-Hwi had, that is, kendo.
And that was the essence of the sword.
As a result, the topic that had been troubling Sima Xian’s mind had now changed in a different direction.
-Then what was the essence of the sword I originally had?
Suddenly, a conversation with Amjon, who had visited Cheonghwasanjang a long time ago, flashed through my mind.
‘Hehehehe! Cheongcheon loved flowers since he was very young. That’s why he always compared swords to flowers.’
‘I don’t understand that part.’
‘What part are you talking about?’
‘Flowers are beautiful. They’re alive. But black-‘
‘It’s a weapon used to kill someone. That’s the problem, right?’
‘… … .’
‘Then I guess I should think differently.’
‘You have it differently?’
‘Yes. I think of the sword as a tool to protect someone, not a tool to kill someone.’
‘…ah.’
‘Flowers bring joy to those who see them. So shouldn’t your sword also bring joy to those who see it?’
‘!!’
‘The fragrance that blooms from your sword brings joy to people.’
Making people happy.
Or maybe it was kendo that she first embraced, to entertain people.
From then on, Sima Xian’s swordsmanship was oriented towards the living sword rather than the killing sword. No, he had been practicing it.
But what about now?
Is there really such kendo in the swordsmanship that he uses?
It was easy to answer.
No it wasn’t.
‘This was it. What I had forgotten.’
The sword that Sima Xian had been wielding was solely focused on killing enemies efficiently.
Since he was far from a swordsman from the beginning, there was no way he could develop his swordsmanship.
Tata dadadang!
“You bitch, judging by your eyes, you seem to be thinking about something else!”
“How dare you lose yourself in other thoughts while we are in front of you?”
Guangxu Samma realized at some point that Sima Xianyi’s sword had become much slower and felt displeased.
Even the Cheongcheon Sword Master who had defeated them in the past had displayed such arrogance.
“I’ll make you regret it!”
Among the three demons of Guangxi, the third demon struck down his flail with great force.
It was to crush her slender body with overwhelming force while the first and second demons blocked her movements back and forth.
At that very moment, the sword energy surrounding Sima Xian’s sword changed.
It revealed a brilliant light.
“no way-“
The black energy unraveled like a thread and wrapped itself tightly around the sword body like a silkworm cocoon.
And it took on a solid shape and revealed a cold halo.
It was as if the starlight of the night sky had been transferred.
It was a good day.
Flash!
“Youngest, get out of here!!”
The forehead cried out urgently.
They were also masters who could draw out strong energy, but somehow Sima Xian’s strong energy gave off an ominous feeling.
“Don’t worry, big brother! It’s surprising that this little girl has already shown her strength, but she’s not at a level where she can be defeated by a rookie who just entered the game!!”
“That’s not what I mean-”
Ima’s words were cut off midway.
Because the strong energy that Sima Xian had already pulled out was not enough to cleanly cut the flail, but was also crushing its head.
The Sword of Ten Thousand Li
The fragrance of the sword is in full bloom
Squeak!
“Youngest one!”
Samma died instantly with an expression on his face, not even knowing why he died.
Blood and flesh splattered.
But strangely, the place where the guy died didn’t smell like a rotting corpse, which happens when a zombie loses its function.
Instead, a very fragrant floral scent remained.
The following Sima Xian’s sword was the same.
The Sword of Ten Thousand Li
Oui (奧義)
Sword incense
The secret sword fragrance sign, which is said to be displayed when the achievement of the sword fragrance manri public and the Cheonghwaraesim method surpasses the critical point, remains as long as a tail.
And as the Gwangseo Samma walked by, the weeds that were dying from the putrid poison came back to life and even started to bloom.
Pubbubububu!
As Sima Xian’s sword swung, Ilma and Ima were roughly blown away.
“How on earth-”
“At that age, to be this good… Even the Cheongcheon Sword Master wasn’t this good back then… … !!”
Sima Xian looked at them in shock and laughed.
And I thanked Unhwi.
It was purely thanks to her skills that she was able to reach this level.
No, strictly speaking, it wasn’t just her.
‘The fragrance left behind by Confucius Unhwi is not only felt by me, but also by everyone.’
Danggon, Jeongpunggak, Guryongbun-ga, Dang Gyu-jin, Yoo Su-min, Dang Ye-won, and now even Lee Cheol-san.
Sima Xian thought that he also wanted to become that kind of person.
It was just then.
“Let’s see if you can stop this!!”
Ilma threw himself at her with all his might.
Wedge-
The sharp flash of the Toumagyeomgong (Fighting Demon Sword) split his son-in-law apart.
The sword incense marks inflicted wounds all over his body, but he paid no attention to them.
I had already decided that I could not handle her, so I gave up my life to take just her head.
“!”
When Sima Xian, who was deeply absorbed in enlightenment, momentarily stopped in bewilderment, the first thing that flashed through her mind was Yun Hui’s face.
And that was when it happened.
Hwaaaaak!
Suddenly, a breeze blew in from somewhere and enveloped Sima Xianyi inward, but soon it turned into a gust of wind and tore Ilma apart in one breath.
Ilma was torn to pieces and scattered without even being able to scream.
A truly shocking power.
But rather than being surprised by that, Sima Xian just blankly looked up at Yun Hui, who was holding him tightly in her arms.
For some reason my face felt hot.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“… … .”
“I don’t think there are any. That’s fortunate.”
Sima Xian nodded absentmindedly, and soon he could see Yun Hui’s face smiling brightly.
But he soon returned to his stern gaze and watched the enemy lines.
“Tosa-dae.”
“Give me your order, Chief Secretary!”
“Just give the order, Chief!!”
The voices of dozens of lions pierced my ears.
Yun-Hwi shouted in a stern voice.
“Sweep the equators.”
The pride of lions moved.
The reincarnation demon temple
