三, In Booty Episode 525 It was quiet everywhere. Just one hour ago, only one person was left in Maengjujeon, where many people had been coming and going.
“The years go by so quickly.” The young man, the swordsman Maijonghak, was a little confused.
His gaze, staring into space, was groping somewhere in the distant past. It is an old memory that few people remember now.
‘Everyone left like that.’ Those who shared the same memory as Mae Jong-hak, there were very few people who enjoyed heavenly life until the end.
Most of them fell down in unknown wilderness and fields and never got up again.
The monster called the Great War of True Demons caused so many deaths and made those who survived into heroes.
‘But in the end… … It’s like a wolf again.’ Before I knew it, enough time had passed that the rivers and mountains had changed four times.
Peace came to the world, the pain and sorrow that had to be experienced in the whirlwind of war became dull, and the political faction Murim sang the glory of victory.
And in the sky that seemed to be blue forever, dark clouds called dark clouds came.
‘Now the peace is over.’ The snub-nosed child, unable to understand the horrors of war, became a middle-aged man, and the young man, who had drawn out weapons and burned his spirits, became an old man.
Those who were not even born at the time came to Hanam for glory, not for medical cooperation.
life, personality and purpose. everything is different
And he was well aware of Geomseong Maijonghak. That no one else, himself, would have to lead them all and fight once again. He knew that he had to win against Dark Heaven, who was trying to plunge the world into disaster.
It was at that time that a low voice flowed from between the tightly closed lips of Maijonghak.
“Suddenly, I have such a question.
The question of whether I can really do it.”
I’m not talking to myself. Maejonghak and someone who had been quietly guarding the door for some time knew about it.
Song-ho, a stout old man with a thousand faces, took a step forward with an answer.
“You can.”
again.
The sound of the tip of the prosthetic leg hitting the floor resonates exceptionally loudly. Aged eyes gleamed powerfully between the hanging gray hair.
“No, you have to do it.”
“I know.”
Mae Jong-hak let out a light sigh.
“However, I have only known swords all my life. Thanks to that, I also got the pseudonym of a sword star.”
“Since it is the Sword Saint, everyone will believe and follow it.”
“The vessel of an unmanned man and a leader are different. I couldn’t even become a master of one school.”
“It’s not that you couldn’t, it’s that you didn’t.”
Cheonmyeonhori’s words were true.
When the Jeongma War came to an end and the previous Master Jang passed away, all of the disciples of the Hwasan Sect had no doubt that the Sword Master Mai Jong Hak would become their new Master Master.
“But you refused. In the end, Zhang Wenling’s wealth went back to his disciple, Tian Guan Yin (天劍眞人).”
“It was natural. He was more suited to being a long-time scholar of the Hwasan faction than I was. And… Mae Jong-hak touched his beloved sword at his waist and continued.
“I just liked the sword.”
Cheon Myon-ho-ri, who had been staring at Majong-hak, suddenly opened her mouth.
“I don’t know if I told you.”
“What do you mean?”
“That he once had the same concerns.”
“If it’s him… you’re talking about God of War?”
Cheon Myun Hori nodded slightly.
“The person the world sees was completely flawless.”
“You know. Musin was excellent in every way. No, it was overwhelming.”
“But he was also a man. And he finally did it. For some reason, the old man now sees the two of them overlapping.”
In an instant, the new type of maesong study hardened. After staring silently for a while at Noh Kang-ho, who was looking at him with a straight posture, he suddenly opened his mouth.
“Daehyup Song.”
“Tell me.”
“Indeed… … Good day.”
“The sky is clear.”
“Can I ask the time?”
“It’s five o’clock. Everyone is waiting for one person.”
“I must be late.”
“It’s not too late. Because this is just the beginning.”
Sword Master Maijonghak turned his head. Intense sunlight was pouring in through the wide open window.
‘Yes, it’s a really good day.’ A word that I repeat in my mind over and over again. With the blue sky in his eyes, he slowly turned around.
At the same time, Cheonmyeonhori realized. That this young man in front of him is no longer a single soldier.
“Eunyeonggakju.” A low voice piercing your ears.
Eunyeonggak is directly subordinate to Maengjujeon, and only one person has the authority to give orders to the head, Eunyeonggakju.
Cheonmyeonho-ri took a deep breath and took a fist.
“Eunyeonggakju Songho. I await the command of the Lord of the Lords.” In the next moment, what flowed through Maijonghak’s lips was the beginning of the new Murim League and at the same time the first order of the new Murim Lord.
“Let’s go raise the flag.”
Noh Kang-ho’s eyelids trembled. It was followed by a powerful cry like that of a young man.
“Honorable name!”
* * * I looked up at the sky. Above the blue sky, the sun caught in mid-heaven is emitting intense sunlight.
Weather where not even a single cool breeze blows. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.
‘hot.’
hot but not hot
It’s not just because I’ve reached the peak of transcendence and reached the state of being immune to heat and cold.
Even at this moment, what felt hot was not sunlight, but heat. It was good to call it the momentum that many people are exuding.
People.
The energy rising like a haze was hotter than the sunlight pouring down from the sun, and at the same time burning fiercely.
And through the heat, finally, the person everyone had been waiting for appeared.
that buck that buck
The sound of powerful footsteps pierced everyone’s ears. Just that alone tenses the whole body and awakens the mind.
Nangindo, who had been drunk and ran amok until yesterday, and Moorimdo of Jeongpa and Sapa, who were fighting each other, swallowed dry saliva.
All of this was due to the presence of one person.
‘Maesong study of the sword star.’
Ilshin, Samsung, Ten Kings.
If the old family and the five great generations are the 15 pillars that support the world, the owners of that name are the heroes who have newly created the world.
There are ten kings on the ground, and what stretches above them is the untouchable sky of martial arts, with three stars embroidering that sky.
and… … .
‘The brightest star among them.’ Sword Master Masonry. Another name is Heaven’s First Sword (天下第一劍).
Every single thing!
Thousands of unmanned people split up at once.
No shouts or exclamations can be heard.
Some would have been astonished by the youthful appearance of the sword master Maison Hak, and others would have shuddered at his overwhelming momentum, but no one dared to speak out loud or raise questions.
‘No, I can’t doubt it.’ That’s a road for only one person.
And the giant, who broke through the curtain of phosphorus and finally climbed onto the high platform, looked around with calm eyes.
“You have been waiting for a long time.”
The top of the podium is a seat for the chosen ones.
The head of the family of the so-called prestigious school and the head of the family. Or, regardless of origin, swordsmen and masters who have built up a lot of reputation so far are the owners of this position.
‘Jeokcheongang and I, Taewonjinga have the same.’
However, if the people on this podium are the main pillars of the new Murim Alliance, Geomseong Mae Jong-hak is the cornerstone and head of the Murim Alliance.
Everyone, including me, got up from their seats without saying anything first and took a fist at Maijonghak.
Dozens of people opened their mouths at the same time, but the voices that followed were the same as if they were spoken by one person.
“Meet the lord.”
No one, even Jeokcheongang and Cheongpung, who are sitting on either side of me, are courteous with serious faces.
Mae Jong-hak smiled faintly at the sight, nodded and turned around.
and the next moment. The Murim people, numbering in the thousands or even ten thousand, could hear it clearly.
The voice of a giant that shakes the heavens and the earth.
“Peace is over.”
u 『The air surrounding it exploded.
The towering giant tree trembled, and the figures of the warlords gathered under the platform hardened like stone statues.
From Maijonghak, who was able to speak with unprecedented effort, I could no longer find the erratic appearance I had seen so far.
“The war has already begun, and another hundred thousand demons are approaching the central plains.” Even if there are people who have not experienced the Great War of Jeongma, there is no one who does not know about the terrible war.
The eyes of the elderly Noh Kang-ho were filled with fear and anger, and the young soldier trembled with an unknown thrill.
“Fab king’s sword.” The next second, the voice of the Maison continued, and the monks of Shaolin Temple shook their heads.
“Dokwang (毒王) Dangsamun and Amipa’s Gyeong Cheonshinni (驚天神尼), a Cheondogsu who had traveled a long way with an uncomfortable body.
“The blood that began to flow from Shanxi Province continued to Henan, and reached Sichuan and Hobuk as well.” In just over a year or so, many of his lives have passed away.
Noh Kang-ho, who was praised by everyone, and a young man who is now just a fledgling, collapsed without even seeing a flower bloom.
‘Eight Heavenly Gorge (八天峽)’ is still a memory that comes to mind when I close my eyes.
How many people died in that narrow canyon in Shanxi Province?
Who were the people who fell in Hanam, Sacheon, and Hobuk?
I don’t know their names or the dreams they had in life.
However, I know what those who died like that raised their swords for.
‘To protect something important.’
率 1 Ah!
Unprecedented momentum emanated from Maijonghak’s body.
A purple aura that originated from Jahaengong was rolling over his shoulder like a wave.
“Take up your arms and fight.” It’s not just the tone and momentum that have changed.
The current Maejonghak is the swordsman, and before being the first sword in the world, he is the Murim lord who leads everyone.
“For a family of the same blood. For the sake of the brother-in-law and the disciple who shared the same joys and sorrows. and… … A huge cry erupted from between the Maiden’s lips.
“In order to protect this Moorim we live in, take up your arms!”
The giant roars. A shudder runs down your back.
The Murim people who filled the place let out their breath and let out a shout.
“Waaaaaaa!”
“For the sake of annihilation!”
Shhh, cha cha cha chang!
The whole world was bathed in light. An innumerable amount of weaponry glistened in the sunlight pouring overhead.
“Waaaaaaa!”
“For agreement!”
Shhh, cha cha cha chang!
The whole world was bathed in light. An innumerable amount of weaponry glistened in the sunlight pouring overhead.
And Maijonghak, staring at the dazzling yet majestic scene, grabbed the huge flag placed under his feet.
Murim Meng (武林盟).
If you lift that flag with three letters written in a warrior-like handwriting, a new era will begin.
However, in the next moment, Maijong Hak’s behavior was beyond everyone’s expectations.
“Enemy confrontation. Can you help me?”
a M I can feel people’s agitation through my skin. And Cheon Kang, who was silently looking at Mae Jong Hak, suddenly opened his mouth.
“Is the flag heavy?”
“It still seems like that.”
“That flag feels heavy even to the old lady. And the more hands the better.”
In the next moment, I knew what I had to do.
At the glance of the Jeokcheongang River, Cheongpung and I took a step forward and grabbed the flag at the same time.
And with all my might, I stood up.
It was the birth of the Murimmaeng.
