Episode 512
Yang Bul-hwi’s expression hardens slightly.
“Back of the head?”
“If Cheonma gives me an order to kill him or something like that, will you rush at me then?”
It seems like you’re trying to figure out the exact contextual meaning, but it’s really not that great. It’s just the context.
Yang Bul-hwi answered.
“I’ll have to decide based on the situation. I can’t say I won’t do it. But.”
“but?”
“If a situation arises where I have to do something, I will definitely tell you.”
“Okay. Okay.”
I pulled out my sword. The blood demon vomited blood. I quietly moved to the side. It was obvious so I didn’t say anything, but the leg that was cut off earlier had regenerated a long time ago.
The blood demon stands up from his seat with a bewildered expression. He fumbles with his own genitals a few times and then bursts into laughter.
“I really didn’t know you would save me.”
“I have a habit of feeling a little weak-hearted when I see kids with hair loss.”
“… … .”
“So, I saved your life, but don’t you have something to say?”
The blood horse tilts its head.
“What are you talking about?”
“Thank you or something like that.”
Yang Bul-hwi laughed silently. And he laughed very sinisterly.
He said hurriedly as he made a move to pick up his sword again.
“Would you like to eat something?”
“I just ate?”
“You mean food? Where? Maybe at that tavern? It’s empty over there?”
“It wasn’t an empty place, but there was a guy called Bu-gyo-ju there who made galbitang for me.”
At the mention of the vice-religionist, the Blood Demon’s brow furrowed. He muttered something like, “That bastard is still no help,” and then spoke to me.
“Don’t you need accommodation?”
I burst out laughing. Why does everyone say they’ll let me sleep whenever they see me?
It was the same with Yuseolha over there, and it was the same with Taegeukgeomje who has now gone to heaven, and it was the same with Yuseolha who is probably sailing on a ship right now.
Do I end up not having a place to sleep?
Of course I didn’t refuse.
Cheonma Shingyo.
I’d like to look around a little more.
I received the Master again from Ron. I’ve been feeling this way since earlier, but those two are still stuck together.
Ron asked with an embarrassed expression as he looked at him with a sinister gaze.
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“Why… … do you see it that way?”
“just.”
“… … .”
“It looks good.”
“… … .”
I turned my head. The blood horse was looking at me with an expectant expression.
“What are you staring at like that? Get out of the way.”
The blood horse nods.
So we followed the blood horse and headed to the Blood Horse Cult’s instructor.
* * *
Ron and Yu Seol-ha were following behind Jack.
It wasn’t like I was following him closely. I was keeping a little distance. About 10 meters.
The distance they were following was far, but the distance between Ron and Yu Seol-ha was not that far. The word “close” that I mentioned earlier was very appropriate.
Actually, that was understandable. Where is this place? It’s the Cheonmasingyo.
Yu Seol-ha is a martial artist. From Yu Seol-ha’s perspective, this place is an extremely complicated place.
From the perspective of a martial artist, it is a group of monsters shrouded in mystery, a holy land where the best in the world crouches.
From Yoo Seol-ha’s personal perspective, it was the place where his father, the founder Yoo Yun-je, gathered the warriors of the Jeongpa faction, started the Jeongma War, and was eventually killed by Cheonma.
By the way, the spear that Changjon used was kept by Yeomjon, the leader of Jeongcheon, but no one knows where he hid it. To be honest, I wanted to have it. Even though I don’t use the spear myself, it was still a heirloom.
That’s why it was complicated. And I was also a little scared.
Jack Milos is strong. Yu Seol-ha was certain of it. He was the strongest man he had ever seen in his life.
Valentine was strong, but not to that extent. It was just different. A difference in class.
Would Jack care about her? Unlike her older brother Yoo Je-ha, Yoo Seol-ha didn’t go under Jack. That’s why she felt a bit of distance, but the man next to her was strangely different.
Should I just say that I feel a sense of stability?
I always lived as an unmanned person and pursued power. Of course, I have been in relationships. However, I have never been in a long relationship. I felt that it was not meant to be. I did not feel a sense of stability or a sense of superiority. Crucially, I did not feel curiosity.
I turned my head briefly and looked at Ron next to me. The blond-haired man noticed my gaze and smiled softly.
“Why are you glancing at me like that? Just look at it as much as you want. It’s not like it’s worn out.”
“… … Is that how it was originally?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s the way you speak.”
Ron was genuinely puzzled. The tone? What tone?
“Well, I think there’s too much consideration in your speech. I’m not the type of person who needs that much consideration.”
He is a strong man who speaks. Han Cheon-bing’je.
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The world of martial arts that is revealed on the surface and the world of Cheonmasingyo and Cheonwicheon behind it are as different as heaven and earth. However, even in that world, there are levels.
He is an unmanned man who stands quite high up in the land where he is talking.
Ron was still smiling softly.
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“So you don’t like it?”
“… … It’s not that I hate it.”
“Then it’s okay.”
“… … .”
“I lived for about 20 years, taking care of myself. I had to be considerate and hide myself.”
“ah…….”
“It wasn’t a time that I didn’t want to think about. Rather, it was full of memories. It’s a habit I developed back then, so it’s hard to get rid of it easily. Should I fix it? If you ask me to fix it, I can try.”
Yu Seol-ha found herself smiling faintly without realizing it.
“You speak so humorously.”
“Me?”
“Yes, that’s you.”
Ron’s words were quite funny, literally. It was a habit that had developed over 20 years, but if Yu Seol-ha asked him to fix it, he said he would try.
Since ancient times, people tend to feel good when they are recognized as someone who means something to someone. That was what happened to Yoo Seol-ha right now. That little tone and attitude, and the way he unconsciously raised his hand below his ear. Originally, his long hair should have flowed down, but he realized a little too late that it had been cut off by that psycho bastard named Jin-woo.
When I turned my head, Ron was, of course, smiling. He was a man who smiled more than I expected.
A man looks at the two of them with displeasure. It was none other than Blood Demon. Blood Demon Yang Bul-Hwi. He mutters softly.
“Oh, really, if someone saw me, they’d think I was on a picnic… … .”
Yang Bul-hwi couldn’t continue speaking because Jack, who was next to him, put his hand on his shoulder.
Ron and Yu Seol-ha were so focused on each other that they couldn’t hear what the Blood Demon was saying. Jack whispered in the Blood Demon’s ear in a voice smaller than the Blood Demon’s.
“There aren’t many people I’ve received grace from in my life.”
“… … .”
“I heard that he’s met someone he likes. If possible, I’d like to help him, but I’ve never been a relationship coach or anything like that. I’m not confident that I can do it well. So if possible, I’d like to at least make sure that he doesn’t get in the way.”
Jack’s hands tighten.
“So don’t talk nonsense. Just keep your mouth shut. Before I bury you alive in the ground.”
“… … .”
Blood Horse seemed to have a lot to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He had a rough idea of what kind of man this was.
A man who thinks of his own people with horror.
The blood horse nodded as if he understood fully. Jack smiled and patted his shoulder.
So they walked.
Valentine, who had been quietly watching the situation, whispers in Jack’s ear.
[I’m curious about this.]
“What is it?”
[Whether to receive the bouquet or throw it.]
It’s a marriage culture.
At a wedding, the bride throws the bouquet behind her. There is a popular belief that the person who catches the bouquet will get married next. However, if the person who catches the bouquet does not get married within six months, she will become a spinster.
Jack turned his head and saw Valentine smiling.
A smile appears on Jack’s lips as well.
“He’ll probably throw it. It’ll probably be Yoo Seol-ha who’ll catch it.”
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[okay?]
“Why? Do you want to receive it?”
[I was a little curious.]
What are you curious about?
[How would you feel if you received a bouquet? As you know, I don’t have any friends. I didn’t make many friends, but the ones I did have are all dead.]
The atmosphere suddenly becomes tense.
[Maybe I’m an old maid now. It’s a well-fed thought, but that’s just how I feel.]
Jack nudged Valentine with a sidelong glance.
“If you wish, I will send Ron and Yuseolha first and have them receive the bouquet.”
Valentine bursts into laughter.
[I was just saying that. Don’t worry about it.]
Jack knows Valentine. It can’t be just a rumor.
And they could both feel it.
Right now, it’s very peaceful.
The two lived longer than expected and experienced more than expected.
They both know what the end of this peace will be like. They’ve experienced it. It’s simple.
The calm before the storm.
Jack thought, I want to be with my Master until the storm hits.
Valentine thought, I want to be with Jack until the storm hits.
The two exchanged laughter.
The expression on the blood horse next to them was distorted horribly.
With all this swearing going on from both sides, the expressions can’t be good.
Some people have been single for over 50 years.
* * *
The place called Gyowon where the Blood Demon resided was larger than expected.
To be exact, the land itself called Cheonmasingyo was huge.
It should be said that it is about ten times the size of the land where Jeongcheonmaeng was and the entire Jongdo where Taegeukgeomje was combined.
Even though it was a land of that size, there was no information known about what was inside, what the Heavenly Horse looked like, or even what architectural style was popular.
It’s said that he’s good at controlling things, but if you think about it, it’s only natural.
The unmanned person standing guard at the entrance to this Cheonmasingyo.
His name was Oh Pan-seok, and he was a strong man who could be called a king or a noble in the martial arts world. A guard like that would be able to get through? That would be ridiculous. I don’t know about Cheon-wi-cheon, but what would ordinary martial artists who don’t even know about Cheon-wi-cheon know?
So I arrived at a place called the Blood Demon Church’s school and wandered around there for a while.
I recovered, chatted about this and that, and even got a snack.
Ron and Yusul left the room for a while. Ron said he would teach them magic or something.
I was just going to tell him to stay by my side.
You two will have a good time. So right now, I was drinking with the Blood Demon in a place that looked like a tavern with an open ceiling.
