Chapter 141
I remembered what I heard from Jin Moo-gyeong a few days ago.
‘One god, three stars, ten kings.’
Great warriors who have already become legends.
To put it in order, it is said that the swordsman Maison Hak is a transcendent master who is ranked among the top five in the world.
‘Now it seems that even the swordsman comes out.’
Jin Moo-gyeong said that the King of Fire captured and killed a thousand demons in four days and nights and became the Ten Kings.
If so, what level of swordsmanship did he put on his name in the front row?
‘How come more and more monsters are popping out?’
I was full of energy, but when I saw the blue wind, I nodded my head on the other hand.
How to grow beans where you planted them. A monster raised a monster.
‘There’s no way that kind of talent will come out easily.’
Cheongpung is undoubtedly the pinnacle master.
He is only twenty now. If you grew up under the guidance of a great swordsman, it would be understandable.
“Wook-wook, wooweeeck!”
… … I’m a little bit misunderstood
How did a guy like that become such a master?
I asked Cheongpung, who kept nagging me.
“are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Woo-wook!”
“You’re not okay.”
“More than that, it looks like you’ve been hurt a lot, wow!”
“What about you, senior? are you okay. If you spit on that level, everything will be fine.”
“really?”
Of course not.
I patted Cheongpung on the back and glanced around. Everyone except Hongjin was looking this way with their eyes wide open.
“George, the swordsman Maijonghak? The swordsman I know?”
“That lesser fellow is the grandson of the Sword Saint?”
“What the hell is this… … Among them, what stood out was Gong Il-hyuk’s reaction. Forgetting the pain, he looked blankly at the blue wind and shouted out loud.
“gibberish! It’s been over 30 years since the swordsman went into hiding! How could someone like you claim to be the descendant of the Sword Saint!”
“Hey, I’m sorry I was talking.”
I scratched my chin and continued.
“Why don’t you stop the bleeding first? It bleeds a lot.”
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Gong Il-hyuk’s face turned red. He would be ashamed of himself too. I talked about you and the like when my arm was smashed in one shot.
“If I hadn’t been careless… …
“Then, shall we pursue a rematch as soon as the wound heals? I can lend you a gymnasium at my house.”
Even if you fight a hundred times, it is obvious that you will lose a hundred times. The difference between the two was so obvious.
As evidence of that, when the board was laid, Gong Il-hyeok became a mute who had eaten honey and kept his mouth shut.
“Do the bleeding first. From hemostasis.”
“… … you guy.”
Gong Il-hyuk glares at me with bloody eyes.
He seems to have realized that I hate him now, but he doesn’t feel particularly threatened.
‘Stop when it dries.’
Even if today’s incident is known, the loss is over there. Since he was entangled with the grandson of the swordsman, it would not be a pleasant thing for a long-serving man named Ohchon Dangsuk.
On the other hand, I am not a party to this affair, and I have gained an unexpected golden connection.
‘I’m a man, huh? Give Bingdang Lake to the grandson of the Sword Saint, go to the hot springs, huh?
I’m done, you bastard.’
Bingdang Coin is such a big deal.
While I was smiling heartily, Gong Il-hyeok laughed at me after he had finished stopping the bleeding.
“It’s funny when you think about it. As far as I know, the Sword Saint has no children, so how can he have a grown-up grandson?”
Cheongpung, who had just stopped gagging, tilted his head.
“It’s not. That grandfather’s grandson is right.”
“It is a fact that the world knows that the swordsman devoted his whole life to martial arts, and it is clear that you are telling a lie right now!”
“It’s not. Not really.”
Cheongpung continued with a tear-stained face.
“I am really my grandfather’s grandson. A crane took me twenty years ago.”
“”……!”
..?”
“”……!”
..?”
Sibal, what is this again?
As people’s eyes focused, Cheongpung looked back at me with a confused expression.
“Beloved, did I misunderstand?”
“… … What the hell do you know?”
“The crane is bringing the baby.
Originally, a baby is foretold by the sky, so I heard that a crane will take you there when the time comes.”
“Who is it?”
“Grandpa.”
”ah.”
The story just comes out. Looking at the different surnames, it’s clear that the swordsman was adopted somewhere… … .
It is Cheongpung who grew up alone with his grandfather in the mountains since childhood, which he does not even remember.
No matter what I said, I would have just accepted it.
“Isn’t the crane taking you? Then I’m not my grandfather’s grandson?”
“Ah, is that so??… I spoke with a heavy heart. Cheongpung’s age of 20, since he came down from the mountain, it’s time to get to know the world one by one.
“There are a total of three steps to having a baby: ovulation, fertilization, and implantation. Try it once.”
“To the benefactor?”
“Why are you doing that to me? Are you crazy? Say it out loud.”
“yes. Ovulation, fertilization, implantation… … However, sex education, which started ambitiously, had to end at the same time as it began.
“These gore bastards! What are you doing in front of Moorim’s great senior!”
Of course, the man with the growling voice was Gong Il-hyeok.
With the help of the other two, who read Jongnam Samsoo and followed, he put on a splint and glared at us.
“Do the idiot from the outskirts and the idiot who only believes in strength ignore the disciple of the great sectarian faction?”
Cheongpung widened his eyes.
“Am I a jerk?”
“I bet.”
“Then the benefactor is a country boy from the outskirts?”
“Thank you very much for letting me know.”
I let out a deep sigh. It seems that the nobleman, who has grown old enough, is still unable to comprehend the situation. Is it because of his background as a Jong-nam faction and his belief in Oh Chon Dang-suk?
“Geez, my senior’s snout is so well behaved.”
“what?”
“Apart from me, what if what this friend here said is true?”
“It’s true, if that’s the case, there’s no way Lee Pung wouldn’t have recognized it.”
this wind? Why is this wind here?
I looked at the wind with a question. He parted his lips as if he had seen a ghost.
“I am a disciple of the Volcano Sect. Until ten years ago, it was in the main mountain.”
Gong Il-hyuk added with a smirking face.
“That friend was pretty good among the secular families. Until you lose to me in a friendly fight with the main body, isn’t it?”
“that’s right. I stayed at Jongnampa for two days for a dance, but I ate the wrong thing and got really sick.”
“That’s it again. Aren’t you tired?”
“Isn’t it an unfortunate fact every time I think about it? It means that only you and those who were scheduled to fight, including me, have gone through such things.”
“… … So, are you still unable to admit defeat?”
“No, I admitted it a long time ago. Rather, thanks to you, I learned what Moorim is like, so the tuition was cheap.”
Gong Il-hyuk’s eyebrows twitched at the calm tone.
“Stop pretending to be a big crowd and answer the truth. Have you ever seen that idiot on a volcano?”
“Before that, ask me one thing. Do you still think the reason I left the volcano was because of you?”
“of course. What excuse do you want to give to the subject who ran out of the volcano less than two months after the rain was over?”
“It’s true that I was disappointed for a while, but… … Wrong.”
Lee Pung shook his head and spoke slowly.
“Has it been about a month since that day? Master suddenly said that he had a place to go. In the place where they followed, all the leaders of the main body, including Jang Moon-in, were gathered.”
“Did you give a consolation banquet for the disciple at home? Volcanic faction, it must have been a place with better hospitality than I thought.”
“It is true that people are good. Because they put a failure like me in an important position to visit Master Tai.”
Gong Il-hyuk’s eyes narrowed.
“If it’s Taesabu, maybe?”
“There is only one Taesabu in the text.
Geomseong Masonry. He is the one everyone knows.”
Exclamations came from everywhere. On the other hand, Gong Il-hyuk’s face gradually spread uneasiness.
“Nonsense. I heard that the Sword Saint hasn’t been seen for a long time… …
“It’s true. But he still remained in the volcano. I just couldn’t find him because he was so deeply secluded.”
“That, so?”
“I searched for a volcano like a tooth. I was able to reach his abode only after breaking ten jinbeop. Can you guess what I saw there?”
Everyone present here could have guessed. It was because Lee Poong’s gaze was nailed to Cheongpung’s face.
“He was a cute little boy. She swings her sword diligently with a much smaller body than her peers… … She made no one laugh. Who could have laughed at a monster performing plum blossom swordsmanship at the age of ten?”
“”……!”
..!”
“”……!”
..!”
Silent astonishment spread among the people. Gong Il-hyuk stuttered his mouth open.
That’s, that’s nonsense. As far as I know, plum swordsmanship must be at least first-class… …
“Unexpected things sometimes happen in Moorim. There is nothing like cheating in a friendly match.”
Lee Poong gave a self-deprecating laugh.
“I realized after practicing face wall for over a month. That there is no reason to stay here. That’s why I left the Volcano Sect. How is it, isn’t it fun?”
The aftermath of the story told by Lee Poong was intense. Everyone, including me, looked at the blue wind in silence.
Suddenly, I recall the conversation I had with him last night at Honghwa Inn.
‘When I was 10 years old, one day dozens of people came to me in droves and started doing things. I remember my grandfather yelling at me to put it out before setting it on fire.’
‘Ah, that’s why you keep moving… … ?’
‘Yes, fortunately the mountain is wide, so you’ve been avoiding it for ten years.’
I didn’t know until then. To think that the people who came to visit and ran amok ten years ago were the leaders of the volcano faction, and the swordsman Mae Jong-hak was the grandfather of Cheongpung.
It was only from the young Cheongpung’s point of view that he acted badly, but the reality would have been very different.
‘Somebody’s messing with the swordsman. The swordsman who threatened to set fire to the temple, which was just right to die, was also unusual.
Anyway, on the day the volcano almost turned into a real volcano, Lee Poong met the young Cheongpung and it was clear that he despaired of his genius.
‘It’s not worth it. First-class at the age of 10.’
Those who fail to reach the top ranks even after passing the terms and conditions are bookkeeping indexes.
Two of the later exponents of Shanxi Wumen right now are still not enough to be called first-class masters.
But to think he reached that level at the age of ten.
‘Would it have been possible if it was Jin Moo-kyung?’
The moment that question came to mind, Gong Il-hyeok shouted like a fit.
“evidence! Proof that the author is that child?”
The late Jisu of Sanseomun, who tried to look good somehow, Hongjin, who was watching with interest, and even the two people who belonged to Jongnam Samsoo together. Everyone frowned as if they had promised.
“There is no middle ground. My memory is everything.”
“yes. Even mountains and rivers change in ten years, should I trust your petty memory?”
“No, actually I’m not sure either. How did that child grow up?”
After replying calmly, Lee Poong suddenly drew his sword.
He asked Cheongpung as he peered at the sword body that sprayed cool chills.
“Small narrow. How much do you know about the martial arts of the Volcanic Wave?”
Cheongpung replied with a bewildered expression.
“Uh, I’m not a volcanic fan.”
“It is not a volcanic wave… … “
“yes. My grandfather just told me that it was good to learn it.”
“If you do, I will ask. Yukhapgeom, Maehwageombeop, Sangcheonggeom, Taeeulmirijang, Nakhwachuyeongjang, Oxidation Muyeongsu… … How many of these do you know?”
“Everything.”
“Heh heh, everything. everything.”
Laughing, Lee Pung handed the sword he was holding to Cheong Pung.
“Can you practice the plum swordsmanship?”
“My grandfather told me not to show martial arts.”
“One herb, no, one sword is enough.”
The hesitant Cheongpung grabbed the sword wave.
“Then I’ll show you briefly.”
As soon as the words were finished, a change took place.
Suaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
sword? no. Blue wind from head to toe. A tangible purple aura flowed from his body.
It was an extreme level of air power that burned one’s breath just by being close to it.
“Ja Ha-jin-gong (磁荷神功)… … At that time, Lee Pung let out exclamations filled with joy.
The tip of Shiiqing’s blue wind drew a beautiful trajectory.
Like plum blossoms falling at the end of the season, a ray of black air split the huge table in half. Food and plates, even hard tables.
“ah… … “
An exclamation flowed out without my knowledge.
It’s easy to break. However, the swordsmanship of the blue wind was so sharp and neat. In the next moment, if the table hadn’t collapsed, I wouldn’t have noticed that it had been cut.
cooong! Chow ah!
At the same time as the broken table collapsed, Lee Poong took a fist with an extremely polite attitude.
“Greetings to the secular disciples of the Volcano Sect, Lee Poong and Cheongpung Sasuk.”
