Episode 620 Because it will be a sword that represents volcanoes. (5)
The power contained in the sword circulated more smoothly.
I felt like I was full of energy from my shoulders to my fingertips.
By his own estimation, his condition today was the best. It is not easy to demonstrate one’s skills as it is a martial arts sport performed in the name of a clan, but now he is clearly swinging a sword better than when he was training or practicing.
okay.
It certainly was.
The path drawn by the sword was extremely accurate, and the distribution of internal power was as precise as if it had been measured with a ruler. It even felt like everything off-stage was completely controlled within his senses.
It was a refreshing feeling I had never felt before in my life. So much so that he now thinks it would be worth competing with Mujin, his brother-in-law.
But… … .
Muyeon’s face was colored with suspicion.
‘Why doesn’t it fall down?’
His gaze turned towards where Yoonjong was. Yoonjong, who was now obscured by blackness and could not be seen, was in great danger.
It’s not that Mu-yeon is overestimating his own sword power. Anyone who knows anything about martial arts would say that Yunjong is currently inferior.
But that fact again confused Muyeon.
‘It’s dangerous?’
On the other hand, doesn’t that mean it’s still holding on?
Even though he deployed his sword with all his might and the sword was even better than usual, Yunjong held on to his sword skills.
This person is only one of Hwasan’s three greatest disciples.
‘Is this possible?’
Of course, Hwasan’s disciple named Yunjong was great enough for him to acknowledge.
It was the attitude, effort, perseverance, etc. Even that made me want to imitate him.
However, no matter how great Yunjong was, he was not enough to transcend the twenty years that Muyeon had lived before him.
I don’t know if Yoonjong would be able to surpass him at the same age, but at least he wasn’t his opponent right now. He shouldn’t have been.
‘But why… … ?’
Why doesn’t it fall down?
At that time, Yunjong’s upper body stumbled again, as if it would break.
It was twisted like a tree bent by a blowing typhoon. However, he soon returned his trembling body to its original position, as if he was able to overcome the rushing wind.
I feel like I’m going to fall, but I don’t feel like I’m going to fall. never.
An indescribable feeling began to bloom in Muyeon’s heart.
He was now deploying the Taecheong sword technique with all his might. Even among the shaman’s first generation of disciples, there are not many who can receive the Taecheong sword technique that he did his best.
But Yoonjong is holding on.
It also lacks internal strength. The perfection of the sword is incomparable.
No matter how much I thought about it, this was impossible.
I flinch.
Muyeon’s fingertips trembled lightly. The perfect flow of the sword was slightly disturbed, and the energy that had been smooth as circulating water was slightly shaken.
In the end, martial arts is something that people use.
No matter how perfectly you cultivate your martial arts skills, the moment you feel impatient, you will not be able to use your power.
Muyeon’s heart, which had been as calm as a lake throughout the dance, began to ripple.
It was hard to say that this was Muyeon’s fault. Everyone gets embarrassed when they encounter something that goes beyond their common sense.
‘no!’
Muyeon, who quickly came to his senses, was startled and tried to regain his composure.
However, regaining my once shaken heart was not as easy as I thought. The image of Yunjong steadfastly withstanding the sword was engraved in her eyes like a painting, so how can she regain her composure?
“hook!”
Muyeon let out a short breath and gripped the sword tighter.
‘There is no need to rush.’
It was he who was completely victorious.
Even if the opponent holds out a little longer, the result does not change. It is literally just a slight delay in deciding the winner.
so… … .
However, it was that moment.
In the sword energy flowing violently like a torrent, a sword trembling with difficulty slowly emerged. It looked like new buds were sprouting from an old tree.
And soon, a light red flower quietly bloomed from the tip of the sword, which was bent as if it would break.
‘Plum blossom?’
I have already seen this scene.
Didn’t Jo Geol already show off the gorgeously blooming plum blossoms in the previous match?
However, the plum blossoms I saw before my eyes were somehow different from the plum blossoms I had seen before.
A little more modest, a little more neat.
However, it was a plum blossom that was by no means soft.
No one would say that plum blossoms are strong. Flowers that easily break apart at the touch of a child sway in the wind, fall in the rain, and cannot even withstand time.
The blooming plum blossoms were crushed helplessly by the waves of black energy.
But it bloomed again.
Even if I fall again and again. Even if it becomes torn, dry, and distorted, doesn’t the plum blossom survive the winter and wait for spring to bloom again? Although the flower may be weak, the life contained in the plum blossom is extremely strong.
That sword contained the very life.
The plum blossom that bloomed embracing life caught Muyeon’s attention and did not let go. It’s as if it’s sucking him in.
Muyeon’s eyes began to get bigger and bigger.
Yunjong gritted his teeth as he looked at the flower blooming at the tip of the sword.
‘It’s a little late.’
The first to begin learning the Plum Blossom Sword technique was Ogeom. And Yoonjong was the last to bloom among the five swords.
Even when Baekcheon’s flowers roamed the world, Yu Yi-seol’s flowers quietly expanded and spread, and Zhao Geol’s sword soared freely in the sky, he could not even make half a plum blossom bloom.
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I couldn’t help but realize the difference in talent that would be difficult to keep up with.
However, Yoonjong was not particularly disappointed or frustrated.
‘Do plum trees live to bloom?’
Some might say so.
It is said that plum blossoms bloom, bear fruit, and live to pass on their fruits to future generations. That’s the cycle of life.
But that’s just the law of the world.
Do plum trees really live to bloom?
‘Is that possible?’
The logic of the world sometimes felt burdensome to him.
Drawing a bigger picture, looking into the distance, and systematically preparing for the future suited only others.
Yoonjong was busy just holding on for now. He had the luxury of even thinking about tomorrow. He struggled to hold on to each difficult day and not be pushed away.
Wouldn’t the plum tree be like that too?
Is there a grand intention to make flowers bloom? Do you have great ambitions to bear fruit and pass it on to future generations?
Just hold on and stay alive. Wouldn’t that intense day by day continue to lead to eventually achieving even what was not desired?
So this flower is not that grand. It is nothing more than a struggle to avoid being pushed out of a difficult life.
Sigh!
Unable to withstand the pressure of the sword energy, the skin on his forearm burst and blood splattered everywhere. Yunjong’s body was shaken, hurt, and shaken to the fullest.
Nevertheless, the hand holding the sword remained firm.
Even if you have no feeling in your hands, you can still wield a sword. Even if it feels like your entire shoulder is being torn off, you can still swing the sword.
There is only one way for a tortoise to catch a rabbit.
Even when the rabbit is resting or sleeping, it continues to play with its short legs. For him, the short leg was this sword.
“Ugh… … .”
A moan that I couldn’t swallow came out through my clenched teeth.
Even though plum blossoms bloom easily for some, it was really difficult for Yoonjong to even bloom one.
He puts all his heart into each flower and draws them as if they are carving out their souls.
In the rushing torrent, the plum blossom that contained everything about Yoonjong was swept away helplessly.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!
As the rapids grew even stronger, a white energy of tension swirled around like a dragon climbing a huge river.
However, in the meantime, Yunjong’s plum blossoms revealed their buds one by one, and eventually the plum blossoms, which had grown into dozens or hundreds, gathered together and stood shoulder to shoulder.
The plum blossoms closed tightly, as if to withstand the cold wind, withstood the torrent of water.
Twenty Four Hands Plum Sword Technique (梅花劍法) Plum Blossom Sword (梅花忍冬).
His plum blossoms are not plum blossoms that bloom extravagantly.
It is the plum blossom that silently endures the winter of the world and finally welcomes spring.
The clustered plum blossoms pushed away the surging black energy. The sword energy became stronger and more powerful with added momentum, but strangely, it did not feel as vivid as before.
‘Hold on!’
Rooted in the earth, the flower buds join together to overcome the biting wind. That is snow. It is a plum blossom that blooms in winter.
‘Hold on!’
Soon, a loud shout came out of Yoonjong’s mouth.
“Hwaaaaaaa!”
The plum blossoms, united like steel, caught the torrent of water. It stumbles and shakes, but stands firm and never gets pushed away.
“this… … !”
Embarrassed, Muyeon clenched his teeth.
That’s not a wall. It is not Mount Tai or the vast sea. It’s just a plum tree blooming in the middle of a field.
But why can’t this sword cut down even one of those bare plum trees?
‘no!’
His eyes gradually became distorted and turned red little by little. The two bloodshot eyes stared at Yunjong as if they were going to eat him.
“Collapse!”
It radiates energy.
“Collapse!”
It pushes out the black energy.
“Collapse!”
Even though he was attacking, a bright blue energy shot out like a beam of light from the tip of Muyeon’s sword, which was driven back.
“ah!”
At that time, Muyeon’s eyes opened wide. What he was looking at was not Yoonjong. It was a sharp, pure white sword energy that followed behind the torrent of sword energy rushing towards Yunjong.
Sigh!
The sword energy, which was clearly different from before, cut through the previous sword energy and flew towards Yunjong.
“Oh, no… … !”
Before a scream-like voice could even come out of his mouth, the sword energy quickly hurled itself towards Yunjong’s plum blossoms.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
With the sound of an explosion, blue sword energy and red plum sword energy flew in all directions. A huge storm of energy covered the non-stage.
“W-stand back!”
“Tsk!”
The shaman’s disciples and Hwasan’s disciples who were watching around them all retreated back. The aftereffects of the explosion were so great that quite a bit of the area where they were was swept away.
‘result?’
‘What happened?’
Everyone had a hunch. There is no after this. This battle is now decided.
After a while, the thick fog clears, and whoever remains standing is the winner.
‘Who are you!’
‘Who’s standing?’
In silence, everyone’s eyes were fixed on the off-stage.
Eventually, the wind blew and pushed away the rising dust.
There was only one person standing tall on the off-stage.
“… … .”
Baekcheon smiled and nodded.
‘I can’t help it.’
The person standing was Muyeon. Although his complexion was pale, he was clearly standing firmly on his two legs.
On the other hand, Yoonjong lost his grip and was kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily. The outcome of the game was clear to anyone watching.
‘You fought well, Yoon Jong.’
What is so important about the outcome of a game?
Baekcheon looked back at the other Hwasan disciples. Everyone was gritting their teeth and crying as they looked at Yoonjong kneeling on his knees.
‘All that needed to be conveyed has been conveyed.’
No one can blame Yoonjong for his defeat. That was a defeat more valuable than a victory.
Just as Baekcheon was thinking that and was about to open his mouth, Muyeon, who was looking down at Yunjong, calmly opened his mouth.
“What was Bimu?”
“… … .”
“Comparative martial arts is comparing each other’s martial arts skills. And it’s about competing with each other’s discipline.”
A faint smile appeared on his pale face.
“My sword was nothing short of yours, but my ram was not up to you. “As a Taoist, you should focus on training before using the sword.”
He quietly shook his head, then folded his hands and slowly stretched them out in front of him.
“I lost.”
The voice was strangely plain for a voice declaring defeat. Everyone opened their mouths.
“… … “You lost?”
Baekcheon also opened his eyes wide.
What does this mean?
Anyone could see that it was a battle that Muyeon won. But why is he the first to admit defeat?
It seemed that Baekcheon was not the only one who felt that embarrassment.
“What are you talking about!”
A loud voice came from the shaman’s camp. He was a lost man.
“You lost! Defeat! Why do you admit defeat to yourself? Anyone can see that you won!”
“Elder.”
Muyeon shook his head slightly and spoke calmly.
“Please don’t embarrass me further.”
His gaze on Heo Sanja was extremely calm.
“Others might not know, but there’s no way the elder wouldn’t have seen it. “Isn’t that right?”
“What are you talking about now!”
Heo Sanja raised his voice as if he still could not admit it. Mu-yeon looked at him and said.
“I couldn’t overcome my impatience in the competition a little while ago, so I took action against someone who was twice as low as me.”
“you… … .”
Heo Sanja widened his eyes as if speechless.
I am not surprised to hear that spray water was used. He was shocked that those words were spoken out of earshot.
Sure enough, I started to hear small whispering sounds around me.
Muyeon spoke in an unwavering, firm voice.
“This should never happen in a meeting where we are trying to learn from each other. As soon as I return, I will go to the chamhoe-dong. “I guess I had forgotten for a long time that there was something more important than the sword.”
“this… … .”
Heo Sanja gritted his teeth, but Muyeon withdrew her gaze from him and looked at Yunjong.
“Thank you for letting me know.”
“… … “I don’t think that’s ever happened.”
“Communication is not just about words. “I really learned a lot from your attitude.”
Muyeon smiled slightly.
“When I shake off this delusion from my heart, please join me again.”
Yunjong quietly nodded.
Muyeon smiled and gave a hug.
“I learned well.”
“… … “I learned it well.”
Looking at Mu-yeon’s back without any regrets, Yun-jong quietly let out a sigh that he had been suppressing.
‘So that means he is a disciple of a prestigious family.’
After calmly admitting defeat, he leaves no trace of regret. He was like flowing water, like the sword he used.
dump.
In the end, Yoonjong couldn’t stand it and collapsed on the spot, looking up at the sky blankly.
A clear sky without a single cloud was looking down at him.
‘Anyway, I endured it once again.’
It will continue. Today’s day becomes tomorrow again.
And one day, to a future where he will shine.
It was the moment when Yun Jong, the third great disciple of Hwasan, achieved a proud victory over Mu Yeon, the first great disciple of the shaman.
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