Chapter 458: 458
Paaaaaaaah!
The tip of the sword was shot forward unshakably.
Paaaaaaaah!
One more time.
Once again.
The end of the sword, which was thrown out countless times, went quickly and repeatedly stopped exactly the same place.
'Shake.
Yoo-Esul's face is slightly distorted.
At first glance it seemed to stop at the same place, but she was well aware that her sword was slightly shaken.
"Whoo."
Yoo-Esul, who exhaled briefly, recovered the plum sword.
It's not easy.
The plum swords made by the Tang Dynasty were definitely sharper and more balanced than they used in the past.
But like everything in the world, there are pros and cons.
The sword became lighter and more flamboyant, but the tip of the sword shook that easily.
Yoo-Esul looked at the plum sword quietly.
Wasan's black man and woman were not very distinct.
Unlike ordinary political swords based on the power of the sword, the sword was centered on the black pleasures, bowels, and rings of Hawasan.
If the sword can be stretched out in a sharp and colorful way, even a woman can rise to the extreme.
But can it be easier said than done?
The more colorful the sword is, the more complete control it needs.
A sword that deceives and deceives others with numerous changes. The moment the sword is out of control, Hwasan's sword is just a yoke.
You have to put the center at the end of the sword.’
Chung-Myung has discussed the basics numerous times.
At first, I understood that the basics were simply important, but I could understand why Chung-Myung emphasized it so much recently.
The more you focus on fancy and subtle changes, the more you lose your black balance and shake. You have to go back to basics to keep the balance.
Use your lower body to hold the weight of the sword, calm yourself down, and control your sword completely.
'Fancy sword and heavy heart.’
I felt like I had to reconcile the incompatible.
"Whoo."
Yoo-Esul breathed deeply and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Then I looked up and looked at the moon in the sky.
It's been a while since the tip of her sword smoked plum blossoms.
But the desired position was still a long way off.
This is not the amount of plum blossoms she wants. More sophisticated, more vivid…….
Yeah, plum blossoms that look alive.
Yoo-Esul's feet began to move automatically.
Long after that, it was none other than Yeonhwabong Peak where she reached.
In the cold night air as if winter was approaching, a familiar sound began to be heard in her ears as she began climbing Yeonhwabong without saying a word.
The sound of a sword cutting through the wind like silk.
Now her steps are a little faster with familiar sounds.
“…….”
Soon after, as she climbed Yeonhwabong Peak, the forest of plum blossoms filled her view.
Clenching her fists, she stared at the scene.
Plum blossoms that seem to be alive and moving.
Even though I saw it countless times, I couldn't help feeling sucked in every time I saw it. The white and red plum blossoms shook and waved again in the wind to embroider Ho Gong.
Yoo-Esul engraved the plum blossoms in his eyes.
Then, the plum blossoms that were flying like a fantasy disappeared. As if everything she's ever seen was a dream.
"Oh……."
A faint exclamation of regret flowed through Yoo-Esul's lips.What remained in the spot where the plum blossoms disappeared was Chung-Myung, who sat down unhappy with a sword in the ground.
Yoo-Esul stared at his back with slightly dark eyes.
'Anyway…'
I've seen it many times already.
In Yoo-Esul's eyes, it was a plum blossom that could be described as perfect, but it seemed still unsatisfactory for Chung-Myung.
I want to hit him.’
Yoo-Esul muttered inside, slightly raising his veins on his forehead.
Hwasan's disciples say Yoo-Esul is a water buff.
But she knew. In reality, who is the craziest at training.
Those who are already ahead of us put the most effort into it, so it's too vague and far away to catch up.
Chung-Myung stuck around for a long time as if he was in agony. Yoo-Esul turned away from the back. You don't mess with a troubled warrior.
Yoo-Esul, who was going back the way he came, stood tall again. Looking back at Chung-Myung again, the determination crossed her face.
'I'll one day… '….’
Slowly going down the mountain again, she held onto the plum sword handle tightly.
"Ugh."
Chung-Myung grabbed a black plum sword tightly.
"I'm so frustrated.”
Then he pulled out the sword with a groan and put it on his lap.
I go through it every time I train, but it was very annoying that I couldn't realize what I knew with my head.
Of course, Chung-Myung now is incomparably stronger than when plum blossom screening was at that age. In his past life, he was also called a genius who will be remembered in the history of Hwasan, but compared to Chung-Myung now, he's only a latecomer.
In the past, he was confident that he could beat the sword even if he swung it with his feet, not with his hands.
If you think so, you don't have to be so impatient, but…….
"Well, that's about people who don't know.”
A sigh broke out of Chung-Myung's mouth.
Let's calm down for now.’
The basics that were piled up were now slowly playing their part.
In other words, Chung-Myung's first foundation to be strong so far has had little effect.
With a high understanding of martial arts and a history of a small group, which has been built up in a previous life, he has been here.
And from now on, it was time for the foundation, which was beautifully made with the spirit of a craftsman, to exert its power.
Then you'll be stronger in the future.….
'As expected, it's too slow.’
Chung-Myung unknowingly narrowed his brows.
If you can continue your training for decades, it's not a job to overtake the course of your past life.
But the problem was, no matter how hard I think about it, I don't think I'll be given those decades.
The school of horsemanship has begun to subjugate again.
In the past, it took less than five years for the Jungwon to discover the traces of Mahkyo until an all-out war broke out.
Where is the guarantee that it will be slower this time?
"Ugh."
Chung-Myung, who was groaning, lay back.
Chung-Myung, who looked at the blindingly bright full moon, made a slight frown.
"Long sentence death penalty."
The answer was not heard.
"Tell me if you're watching from there. Did he fall into hell?"
Again, there was no answer.
"Phew, yeah. What do you know about the death penalty?"
What the f*ck are you?
"……No, I only answer at times like this."
Chung-Myung sighed and glanced up at the sky.I don't know… I'm nervous.’
Remember, Hwasan's student. This is not the end. Ma will be back again. And then the real Madocheon will open. Maddo that no one can stop…….
The d*mn last word was on my mind the whole time.
Come back.
He said he'd definitely come back.
So far, I've tried not to care if I can because I have so much work to do, but I couldn't bear to say that because I might meet Ma-kyo again.
'Ma'a'a….’
Generally speaking, it would be more of a prophecy that the school of horsemanship would revive again. However, considering the current situation in Chung-Myung, we could not simply conclude that.
Did he call something other than himself?’
There was no way to know because we didn't even have a proper conversation.
"There's no answer if I think about it."
Chung-Myung grumbled up and grabbed a black plum sword.
Whether the horsemanship takes its toll or Heavenly Demon returns, there is only one way to solve it all.
"Be stronger."
Enough to handle the issue of the horseman.
Even if Heavenly Demon comes back, I can knock him off the neck!
"Me too, Hwasan is still a long way off.”
There is no point in recovering the past.
You don't have to take back the past, you have to go beyond it.
Chung-Myung's sword has begun to bloom vivid plum blossoms again.
It was plum blossoms that won't be lost for a long time.
* * *
The wide eyes of Chung-Myung were blinding.
Once in front of him, it was a very familiar cart. But it wasn't the cart that caught Chung-Myung's eye, but the luggage on top.
Round sacks were piled up on the cart.
"…What the hell is all this?"
"Luggage."
"No…… I know it's Jim…"….”
Are you moving in?
"Did you decide to move to Jongnam while I was away?”
"What about the Chong Nam faction?"
"You have to beat it all up and kick it out."
“…….”
Hyun Young looked back at Chung-Myung with a face that said, "That's a good idea."
No, don't take this joke seriously.….
Hyun Young kindly explained to Chung-Myung, who was speechless.
"Unfortunately, it's not moving. It's the stuff you're going to take to the North Sea.
"……so what kind of burden are you…….”
"Jo-Gol gave him a rough explanation. The ones at the bottom are wool, leather, and clothes to change."
“…….”
"And on the top, there is food. Those boxes are gifts for the North Sea."
"What kind of gift?
Hyun Young shrugged.
"Isn't the first impression the most important? No matter how many times the communication was received in advance, the North Sea people would not welcome the cause. So wouldn't it be a little better if we prepared a gift? There's no one in the world who hates gifts."
“…….”
Even while the two were talking, the group continued to load the remaining luggage into the cart.
"All loaded, Elder!"
"Well, did you check everything you missed?"
"Yes!"
Hyun Young nodded with a satisfied face.
"Soso!"
"Yes, Elder!"
"Did you pack all the drugs and gold?
"Yes!"
Dang-Soso grinned, banging on his bot.
"Don't worry, we've prepared everything!"
"Yeah."
Hyun Young, who was looking at the cart with hawk eyes, checked once again to see if anything was missing.
"There can be no negligence, as the long writer has requested. It's a long journey to the North Sea, so you'll need a lot of things.""No…….I think a warrior should just pack a weapon."
There was a fiery response to Chung-Myung's gibberish.
"Why don't you lift a finger!"
"Are you going to cook? Huh? Are you going to cook?
"That's how you start, you're going to be told to eat grass, you cruel bastard.
Chung-Myung shuddered at the fierce backlash from Baek Cheon and other disciples.
"……Well, it's Jim. Why is it that again? I can't even talk to you if you load that cart like that'
"I don't need words.”
"……Huh?"
When Chung-Myung turned his head, Baek Cheon shook his head slowly with a calm face.
"Hwang Sodanju said that the North Sea is so cold that horses freeze to death. So you can't take the horse anyway."
"…then?"
"We're gonna have to drag it out."
“…….”
Chung-Myung's eyes shook for a moment.
"Living quarters?"
"Well, you didn't drag him last time. It wasn't bad for training, was it?"
Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol nodded as Baek Cheon sought consent.
"Yes, well."
"I've been feeling a little sad lately because I haven't turned it off too much."
Chung-Myung's mouth opened blankly at the calm and natural conversation.
How does that sound?
Are you sure this is okay?
If you're worried about a horse freezing to death, shouldn't you just drag it to a horse near the North Sea?
Many questions crossed my mind for a moment, but by now they were meaningless. What can I do when I'm full of will.
"…What's wrong with that?"
"Huh?"
When Chung-Myung asked with a uncomfortable face, Baek Cheon glanced over there. There was a figure mumbling something beside the cart.
"Mahaban Yabara Milwa Temple Temple…….”
How can a half-nightly mind be so sad?
Hawsan's disciples all shook their heads together for a moment.
"…Poor thing."
"No wonder you're out of your mind."
"But in retrospect, he went through all the trouble to Sichuan, right? At least we got a sword."
"Yes, it is.….And the room manager who I trusted abandoned me.”
"Amytha Buddha, may you be successful."
Chung-Myung listened to the conversation and glanced up at the sky.
Long sentence death penalty.
I'm afraid Hwasan is getting a little weird.….
I really didn't mean to do this.
"Are you all set?"
Then, Hyun Jong approached from the back and asked.
"Yes, Jang Moon-in!"
Hwasan's disciples stood up and greeted Hyun Jong.
"…It looks like you've prepared thoroughly."
Hyun Jong, who looked seriously at the full load, nodded as if he liked it.
"Baek Cheon아."
"Yes, Jang Moon-in."
"The North Sea is far away. Be extra careful."
"Yes!"
"Cheong-Myung, keep an eye on him so he doesn't get into trouble."
"…I'll try."
"Yes, that's enough."
And Hyun Jong looked at Chung-Myung and said,
"Can you do it?"
"……It was like that a little while ago."
Chung-Myung sighed less with his party to accompany him.
Hyun Jong said, looking back at everyone with worried eyes.
"Remember one thing."
There was a solemn glow in the eyes of the Hwasan disciples.
"There is no mission for you to complete. If you're in any danger, step back and come back here in Hwasan. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Jang Moon-in!"
After finishing talking, Hyun Jong nodded heavily.
"Then please take care of yourself."
"Then I'll be on our way!"
With Baek Cheon at the head, his disciples clung to the cart.
"What will Buddhist monk Hay Yeon do?""…Just load it."
"Yes!"
Jo-Gol picked up Hye Yeon and threw her on the luggage.
"Chung-Myung아! You get in there, too!"
“…….”
"Jang Moon-in! Then I'll be back!"
Hawasan's disciples proudly led the cart and left the prose.
Laying silently on top of the cart, Chung-Myung grinned pleasantly as he watched the dead Hye Yeon and the death penalty, which was vigorously pulling the cart.
Now I don't know.’
I don't care how it comes to an end.
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