Episode 328
The Darkness Returns (3)
Whoa.
Although the winds of late winter have calmed down considerably, spring has not yet arrived.
The weather is cold even when wearing fur clothes. In such weather, Tang Sang-ah was standing on the training ground in light military uniform with his eyes closed.
Seup. Phew.
Unlike her usual long, quiet breathing, her breathing was very short and deep.
‘….’
How long has it been like that?
Squeak.
A small piece of paper pinned to the wall fluttered in the cold wind, then tore and flew away.
At that moment, Tang Sang-ah’s eyes brightened.
Piiiiing!
With a sharp sound, two iron coins flew left and right in an arc.
Plop! Cheaeng!
There was a hole in the middle of the flying paper. Two iron coins pierced the same place at different times. The iron coin that pierced the paper hit the wall and made a sharp clanging sound.
Flap!
The pierced paper flew even higher.
Tang Sang-ah sighed.
“I can’t control my strength.”
Her cancer skills were very delicate. From his well-trained eyes to his flexible wrists and the intangible deception he spread like a spider’s web, he lacked nothing.
One thing she lacked was control of her internal energy output.
‘It still doesn’t work. Was it a lack of effort?’
That can’t be possible.
Although many things had happened in the Murim Alliance, Dang Sang-Ah stayed alone and devoted himself to training. Of course, since I was part of the Tangma Army, I never missed joint training, but except for those times, I focused on training and even forgot about eating time.
Is it thanks to that? Her martial arts skills had reached a different level than a few months ago.
However, like countless other studies, martial arts is bound to show its shortcomings as it reaches higher levels.
This was the reason why Dang Sang-ah became more and more crazy about training. As I reached a higher level, I felt more obvious shortcomings, so I wanted to make up for them.
She looked at the paper fluttering away.
‘I thought it would be possible this time.’
She didn’t mean to pierce the center of the paper. The intention was to fix the paper by pressing the center and nailing the flying iron coin to the wall.
You can say what a difference it is, but for Dang Sang-ah, it was the difference between taking a step forward or stagnating at a critical moment. The reason is that this itself required extremely delicate control of internal strength.
Only by being able to control your internal strength to such a delicate level can you implement more diverse martial arts when you reach a higher level. In other words, it means becoming stronger.
Tang Sang-ah took a deep breath.
“If you are lacking in effort or talent, you must admit it. If it doesn’t work, you have to do it until it works.”
Let go of your disappointment. It seemed like she had grown a lot just as other people had grown.
And the driving force behind that growth was the establishment of ‘relationships.’
Piiiiing! Ching!
Tang Sang-ah’s eyes widened.
An iron coin flew from somewhere, drew an arc, snatched up a piece of paper, and hit the wall! And I was hooked.
The ideal internal energy control she wanted was there. And in this martial arts group, there was only one person capable of such advanced cancer techniques.
“It’s not a matter of internal strength.”
Tang Sang-ah looked back.
The official was walking there with his back to him.
“father.”
The officer spoke in his characteristic, stern voice.
“Broaden your horizons.”
“yes?”
Although they did not understand each other perfectly, their relationship clearly improved a lot. This was the reason why Tang Sang-ah was able to focus on training without wavering.
However, the conflict that had built up so far was too deep. This was the reason why Tang Sang-ah could not easily ask his father for teachings.
“Inner energy is a product of intention. Therefore, the subject that moves internal energy is also this.”
The official tapped his head with his fingers.
Concentration of will and intention.
Tang Sang-ah asked cautiously.
“I couldn’t concentrate more…”
“Your concentration is sufficient. But I overlooked one thing.”
“yes?”
“If one deals with internal energy through intention, then accumulating internal energy is also a product of intention. But what is that idea connected to?”
“…?”
“This is it.”
Dang-gwan pressed his solar plexus with his thumb.
Tang Sang-ah’s eyes lit up.
Next to the head is the chest.
“Is it upper danjeon (upper danjeon) and middle danjeon (middle danjeon)?”
“There’s no need to go there. “The important thing is that the nature of your inner energy can change slightly depending on your mindset.”
“Your temperament has changed? There has been improvement in internal energy, but the nature is the same as before…”
Tang Guan looked at Tang Shang’er without saying a word.
It wasn’t like he was glaring at me, it was more like he was staring intently. However, Tang Sang-ah felt somewhat embarrassed.
“wait a minute.”
Tang Sang-ah closed his eyes and concentrated on his inner energy.
‘It’s the same?’
It was the history of Doban Samyang Gwiwonggong (導反三陽歸元功), which he learned directly from his grandfather. Thanks to my grandfather’s ability to use a very small amount of internal energy to perform physical force, the quality of the internal energy I had accumulated increased at an alarming rate, but that does not mean that this internal energy is my grandfather’s internal energy, does it?
Tang Sang-ah opened her eyes again and was about to ask her father a question, but held back.
‘You didn’t say that for nothing. ‘I just didn’t see it.’
She believed in her father’s skills. Even though the relationship was very twisted, my father’s skills were real. Probably, the six generations will have enough to compete for supremacy among the leaders.
That’s how it is with my father. She looked a little more deeply into her inner self.
After a while.
‘…huh?’
Tang Sang-ah opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with surprise.
“Unbelievable…!”
“Do you understand now?”
The official frowned.
“Up until now, you have simply followed the flow of history that your father gave you. “With your talent and effort and your father’s physical strength, you were able to become stronger faster than anyone else, but you couldn’t make it completely yours.”
Yes.
Tang Sang-ah was mistaken. The internal skills she had developed so far resembled those of her grandfather, the King of Darkness, a member of the Holy Heavenly Thirteenth Place, rather than her own.
She didn’t think it was strange. The reason my grandfather did hard body training was not to improve the amount of internal energy, but to improve the quality of internal energy. He literally showed us the way forward.
Of course, I have no choice but to emulate my grandfather’s skills. She thought so.
But now her strength was slightly different from that of the King of Darkness.
“Your strength still resembles that of your father. But the fundamentals are changing. “I see it in my eyes.”
“…!!”
“That is your true strength.”
Tang Sang-ah burst out in empty laughter.
“why…?!”
Why has the nature of inner strength changed only now? The second question was:
She was greatly shocked by how foolish she was in thinking that the skills she had developed so far were entirely her own. How could you possibly mistake this?
“It’s because I live passively.”
“…passively?”
“Inner energy is the mind. “The stronger the caster’s mental intention, the greater the power of the ego.”
“….”
“The fact that the energy of your Danjeon has now become yours means that your immaturity of relying on your father has disappeared.”
The officer took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
“Now, control your inner strength in your own way. Even at your age, your father must have possessed extreme strength. “It’s different from you.”
Tang Sang-ah’s eyes lit up.
The officer threw his handkerchief without saying a word.
Pick! Phew.
The handkerchief that flew like a dagger suddenly lost its strength near the wall and fell gently.
At that time, Tang Sang-ah’s hand moved like lightning.
Cheeing!
Cheoljeon flew in an arc, pulling the handkerchief and getting stuck in the wall.
Tang Sang-ah’s expression brightened. Even though it was a handkerchief heavier than paper, it was still a success.
“Father…!”
Her eyes widened as she turned her head to call the hotel. Before I knew it, my father was walking away with his back turned.
“father!”
The official stopped walking. Of course, I didn’t look back.
Tang Sang-ah hurriedly approached him and spoke in an awkward voice.
“thank you.”
“I didn’t teach you because you’re pretty.”
“yes?”
Tang Guan looked at Tang Shang’er.
“Don’t go somewhere like that and say that you are a talented person of the Tang family. “Even if it’s not enough, it’s still not enough.”
“Ah yes.”
“The value of a family name is never light. “If you don’t want to tarnish that name, you have to at least be better than that.”
Tang Sang-ah smiled.
She knew her father’s personality well now. Perhaps he was ashamed of giving himself advice.
“yes. “I will work harder.”
The official turned his head without saying a word.
Tang Sang-ah hurriedly continued speaking.
“You came this far, are you just going to leave?”
“….”
“If you haven’t eaten, eat with me.”
“no.”
“ah! “You seem to be busy.”
Tang Sang-ah tried hard to hide his disappointment.
The official spoke in a harder voice.
“Unless it’s something serious, I’m not the one who will come to you first. “He must have made a plan since he even brought an axe.”
“yes?”
Tang Sang-ah turned his gaze towards the direction where Tang Gwan was looking with a puzzled look on his face.
“uh? “Commander Yeon?”
Yes. Yeon Ho-jeong was walking there.
He wore the uniform of the commander of the Mortal Army and even had a light dragon on his shoulder. I could hear the faint sound of metal clashing, and it seemed like he was wearing a dragon chain underneath his clothes.
It was literally fully armed. I’ve never seen Yeonhojeong armed like that in recent times.
However, Tang Guan also saw something that Tang Shang’er did not see.
“It’s different.”
“yes?”
The official’s eyes narrowed.
“bantling. Did something happen? “The look in your eyes has changed.”
Tang Sang-ah looked at Yeon Ho-jeong again.
dead pan. The clear black and white eyes were still the same. She couldn’t recognize what had changed in Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes.
After a while, Yeon Ho-jeong stopped in front of the Dang father and daughter.
“Matriarch.”
The officer asked with a sour face.
“What brought you here? “Even holding that ugly axe.”
“I have something special to ask you.”
“What a shame.”
“But…”
Yeon Ho-jeong tilted his head while looking at Dang Sang-ah.
“Hoo? “Has something changed?”
“yes yes?”
“Prayer has changed slightly. “It doesn’t seem like it was because my energy capacity increased, but it seems like I had a separate enlightenment, right?”
There was surprise on Tang Sang-ah’s face.
Even if it was possible because my father was familiar with the inner workings of the Tang family, he never expected that Yeon Ho-jeong would see through his changes at a glance.
“Whatever it is, congratulations. You seem to be wearing clothes that fit you much better than before. “I’m looking forward to future progress.”
“Thank you.”
Yeon Ho-jeong nodded and looked at the hotel again.
Tang Gwan’s eyes deepened.
“So what’s going on?”
“Please look at this before you ask.”
Ugh.
Yeon Ho-jeong held the spear of the Gwangryongbu and held it out forward.
He holds out his godfather, which weighs more than 80 pounds, as lightly as a hatchet. It was still great strength.
The official who was quietly looking at Yeonhojeong lowered his gaze to Gwangryongbu.
“hmm.”
The official, who had polished the ax blade of the Gwangryongbu, nodded.
“It’s significant. “I don’t know which craftsman made it, but I don’t think it’s enough to hear the name of a master craftsman.”
This was an evaluation that came from the mouth of the hotel. It was truly nothing short of high praise.
“But why are you showing me this?”
Yeon Ho-jeong lowered his axe.
“Please make me a few more axes.”
“what?”
“You may not be as good as the Gwangryongbu, but I hope you will pay as much attention as possible.”
“…I knew for a long time that your arrogance was sky-high. I dare you to ignore asking the head of the Tang family for such a favor for a moment.”
“….”
“What’s going on?”
Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes darkened.
The official immediately felt his heart grow cold.
“I think I’m going to have to bleed a bit.”
