Usually, as a martial artist’s level rises, his or her insight also becomes sharper. This is because experts view the world from a broader perspective.

Just as Ambassador Muhak was able to notice the Cheong’s fate, which Seomun Surin knew only after feeling the pulse, by simply looking into his eyes.

On the other hand, every time I see Dannan, I feel my pulse and the only thing I can say is ‘Yes, yes.’ ‘Are you healthy today?’ It’s like this.

Therefore, the gaze of Ambassador Muhak, the best in the world, contains an amount of information that the criminal cannot even imagine.

And the Muhak master saw the cursed lightning bolt of the Qing Dynasty Demon Lord, one of the ten cursed Demon Lords in the world, the Jajeon Demon Lord.

So he opened his eyes and said.

“Oh oh. This is such a pure Taoist miracle. It is a fleeting path that connects from heaven to earth. It can truly be called fresh wine. But what kind of martial arts is it? “Was there such martial arts skills among the female priests?”

Of course, getting more information than others did not lead to the right answer.

The shaman Chaegeon Jinin responded with a long sentence.

“Doesn’t it feel similar to Jahain-gong?”

At that, Jashingong’s owner, Yuha Jinin, a long-time member of the Hwasan faction, snorted and disagreed.

“joy. What are you talking about? Why do they call it bicycle magic?”

Then Chae Geon and Jin In also responded.

“He was the best person in the future, and he was so excited that I thought he was some kind of secret daughter who passed down his skills.”

“What a shame. If you have keen eyes, take a look. I’m now 20 years old. Is this the kind of inaction that a child would show? “I think you should develop a bit of insight.”

“What is it?”

“joy.”

Since Hwasan and the shaman who fight over the world’s greatest swordsman are long-time enemies, bickering among scholars has also been a long-standing tradition.

Anyway, it’s a bit envious that Yuha Jin-in goes around boasting about his daughter who he really kept hidden.

That’s not because I’m bragging about being a disciple of the priestess, but it’s actually because I’m bragging about my insight.

So, Chae Geon and Jinin watched Cheong’s dance with longing eyes.

In the meantime, what’s wrong with being uneducated? He let out a snort indicating strangeness.

There’s something about that sword, I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before.

There’s definitely something, something unclear. That momentum is like. evil.

It was then.

Chae-geon Jin-in, who was watching Cheong’s dance, wondering if he could find any flaws, clicked his tongue.

“This is a very vicious killing sword wielded by the child of Taoism. The energy is pure and even if it is from a Taoist master, the person who handles it is like Suranachal, so only in that way can one achieve achievement.”

Rakshachal is a kidney that has converted to Buddhism, but Suranachal refers to an evil spirit that eats people in its previous state.

Then Yuha Jinin responded.

“Then, when you swing a sword, is it a flesh sword or a live sword? Even when I look at such pure pottery, I wonder what Suranachal is like. Why is it called Baekpalsura Sword? Why, the one wielding it over there is a black sword, or rather, the child has really good hands, so they say he uses a small magic sword, right? Why don’t you just say that it is the image of a man-eating demon who will gather all the world’s ten greatest demons?”

The hit rate was so amazing that if the request was made, they would recommend quitting the Confucian government, opening a shrine, and converting to a shaman.

It can also be said that he has an eye for insight that he prides himself on.

Then Chae Geon and Jin In became embarrassed.

It was Yuha Jin-in who didn’t like it, and he didn’t have any ill feelings toward the disciple of Shinnyeomun.

“Tsk. Who said it was magic? I mean, it’s a bit hard to live. “Is a sword imbued with life something a Taoist would wield?”

“They say they will use the sword for the purpose it was created for, but isn’t that better than a pseudo-person who is not a lawmaker and says he will save people with a sword?”

The volcano sword is beautiful, but it is also a terrible killing sword. On the other hand, the shaman’s sword is often referred to as a live sword because it only returns sword strikes and does not cause direct harm.

“Uh huh. How can you act like a child in the presence of seniors? You two, please be more considerate. And Yuha Jinin is right. “If you have a sword, you don’t have to stab.”

Jang Mun-in of the communal faction pretended to stop him and cast his vote for the murder sword. This is because the martial arts of the communal faction take the extreme killing sword of giving up one’s flesh and taking one’s heart.

On that. The Jongnam elder next to him nodded.

“These things that practice the art of murder come together. Oh my, Muhak senior. “The way to save people is so difficult.”

Chae Geon and Jinin asked Muhak for help.

Shaolin’s martial arts are martial arts, and of course, it is not known whether it can be called a martial artist to break all the bones of a wicked person, cut off the muscles and veins, and place him in a penitent chamber to breathe.

“Hmm. Still, wasn’t Chae-geon Jin-in a bit harsh in talking about the teenage devil? Hai.”

Ambassador Muhak had already given his heart to Cheong, the ‘old man slayer’, so he only lightly scolded him, even jokingly, telling him not to act like a teenager.

And then, Amitabha Buddha, what were you thinking? Why did you think that child’s martial arts skills, Seo Mun-cheong, looked familiar?

“Seniors! How? hmm? But isn’t that the guy who talked about the teenage devil? “Why me?”

“Haha, you idiot. This is yin-yang taegeuk. There’s still a long way to go. “You should try to see only the good sides of people, why not only focus on the bad sides?”

Yuha Jinin scoffed.

“Ugh.”

Chae Geon and Jin In clenched their fists as if they were angry.

Is there any other humiliation in the world like this, to be subjected to the principles of Taegeuk by an ignorant volcanic bastard? do.

The head of the Qing Dynasty headed to Gongsun Yaoye’s solar plexus. Gongsun Yoye, who realized it too late, leaned over and made a sharp attack aimed at my mini, his solar plexus, and ended up hitting Gongsun Yoye’s right breast with a harsh blow.

It was a national decision to give up the chest in exchange for the solar plexus.

Gongsun Yoye makes a sound like he is choking in pain. Oh, that really hurts. Cheong hesitated and slowed down its offensive.

If it was a matter of life or death, the outcome was decided long ago.

This was because Sosu Demonic Gong was originally a vicious demonic attack that tore out energy and blood with dark meridians that permeated the moment they hit.

It is a dark sutra that causes permanent damage to Qi and blood and Danjeon, and it is a poison of Sosu magic.

However, he couldn’t do that to Gongsun Yaoye, so he had already hit his limbs several times with just his brother’s attack.

If it had been a matter of life or death, he would have stumbled at this point because his hands and feet were intertwined and his energy and blood had stopped flowing, but that doesn’t mean I can’t ask the referee to make a decision when he got hit with several magic attacks.

So, is this serious?

“Whew. Phew.”

Gongsun Yaye was like going into a bathhouse once and coming out. Although the content of the dance was very intense, the act of using the Seoncheonjingi itself seemed to cause a lot of physical exhaustion.

But that one expression is bright.

Cheong cannot understand.

Why on earth do you look so excited?

Even though it’s wasting my lifespan.

“Yes, it looks difficult.”

“Huh, no. I can do more. “Hwaap!”

Boom! With a strong advance, Ye’s appearance becomes blurry and disappears from sight.

However, since it was already about forty, Cheong took two steps to the side and slightly twisted his body.

With the supernormal ability of awakening magic, I can roughly know what it feels like from the exposed skin of my face and hands without having to look at it for just a few inches.

Gongsun Yaoye’s sword energy, which grew steadily, deflected like a ray of light and went towards the side of Cheong’s neck for a long time.

When I raise my sword and touch it, the sword energy of politeness disappears as if it had never happened before. And then, a huge fan that grows again from a distance and cuts across a wide area rushes towards Cheong.

Heonwongeom’s sword technique, which freely adjusts its length, is difficult to deal with. It was an example that showed how great an advantage it is for an unmanned vehicle to be able to control its distance at will.

However, Gongsun Yaoye suddenly rushes towards Cheong and catches up closely. It was a foolish attempt that gave up the advantage of distance.

In fact, it was because of this unreasonable attempt at close combat that Gongsun Yaye was beaten here and there.

Since the difference in strength was significant to begin with, the two clashed and Cheong benefited unilaterally. like this.

Clink, the blunt blades collide and sparks fly.

Gongsun Yaoye ran with all his might and made a powerful attack at speed, but Cheong just stood and calmly blocked it.

According to the law of inertia, Gongsun Yaoye’s sword and body stop, and only the sweat droplets that stick to it splash out and billow like a drizzle.

So, what are you doing? Faster, faster.

Even if you don’t say it in words, Gongsun Yaoye’s words and intentions are conveyed through the sword.

Don’t worry, just play more.

Let’s have fun together by jumping, rolling, swinging, hitting and getting hit using our bodies.

To the subject, who is already drenched in sweat and struggling for breath, Gongsun Yaye conveys this with a bright smile.

I’m not sure. Yeah, yeah, what’s so fun about it?

I think I hit it a little hard. Doesn’t it hurt?

However, Gongsun Yaoye is just reckless. It was almost a courtship-like gesture, a temptation to ask if I was here or not to swing my sword.

I think I understand Cheongdo now.

A loner who trained alone in the training center his whole life. However, Gongsun Yaye’s past is not a painful memory.

It is the facial expression of someone who affirms that there was that time and that there is now, and that an austerity that an ordinary person would not have been able to endure.

Isn’t that why we are dividing the sword like this?

I’m doing my best like this. Just like every moment.

The expression on Gongsun Yaoye’s face, willing to risk his own life and just enjoying this moment, is truly dazzling.

Why is it such a big deal to waste tomorrow just to enjoy the present?

For Gongsun Yaoye, martial arts is the only thing he has in life, and that is why it is enjoyable.

But what about me?

For Cheong, martial arts comes with painful memories.

Separated from an unfamiliar world in an unfamiliar world, amidst contempt, persecution, and ridicule, there is only one way to live, that is the only way to live.

For the Qing, martial arts is a means of stealing.

Because the back alleys of Jungwon are a harsh gutter for both you and me where pity can dwell. Since everyone is a wild being hungry to give and yield to others, they only knew how to take.

I still remember that time, the feeling of being strangled, the feeling of despair at that time, the feeling that I had crossed a line I could never return to, and the intuition that this feeling would remain like a stigma for the rest of my life.

But that wasn’t the case.

Now that I think about it, if I killed a person who was supposed to kill me, or if I cleaned up a piece of trash that beat a child to death just because I saved a few coins, that would be something to be proud of, but I guess I said it was a big deal.

It was a shameful memory of running away crying awkwardly, holding only one piece of loot.

ah. right. Moonlight Sword, No. 1.

It was the first thing that Qing had stolen after killing another person. To be exact, it is something that was killed to take away.

The back alleys were all trash, a place where people would die anyway, but the reason I killed him was because I wanted a sword. What you have is swordsmanship, but what can you do without a sword?

A sword that was broken in half and covered in rust. A piece of scrap metal that I won’t keep even if given.

The Qing killed a person to get that piece of trash.

My Moonlight Sword No. 1. No, it was the first time, so it wasn’t even the first issue at the time.

My moonlight sword. my treasure.

I used it until it crumbled and fell off with a tap. They buried my treasure, which was broken, with only the handle remaining, at the foot of the mountain in Geonpyeong land, and made a tomb for me.

As if that wasn’t enough, I promised you at your grave that from now on all swords would become moonlight swords.

Suddenly, the teacher’s words came to mind.

A sword in my heart.

ah. okay. I have forgotten the glorious ancestor of the Moonlight Sword for too long.

A smile appears on Cheong’s lips.

The sword he acquired was so precious to him that he hugged it tightly when he slept, stabbed it carefully for fear of damaging the blade, and did not even cut it at all.

At that time, I really thought I could do anything with just a sword.

Suddenly, the memory of my hand comes back to me.

The center of gravity was a mess, the handle was wet and caked with hand stains, and fortunately the cross section that had been cut in half was very sharp.

There was no such thing as magic at that time.

Just one Wolnyeogeom test. It was the only sword technique I had.

my sword my swordsmanship.

In this barbaric and primitive medieval land of central plains, I was still able to think about tomorrow.

Helped me hope that things would get better eventually.

Cheong naturally unfolded his Wolnyeo sword.

Herbivore.

Nangaseupmok. A wandering child picks up a stick.

The blue sword draws a strange trajectory. To put it accurately, it is clumsy rather than bizarre.

The child picked up a long stick and swung it with excitement. It was a discovery of the primal fun possessed by humans, swinging for fun without any sense, utility or purpose.

It’s just a long, well-stretched stick.

In the child’s eyes, he would not have envied the treasured sword of the world.

Just as my Moonlight Sword No. 1 did to me.

Gongsun Yaoye urgently twisted his body in response to the sudden sword strike. Since it is a sword technique that is performed without any tricks, it is rather unfamiliar and difficult to deal with.

It is a sword that swings, stabs, and extends meaninglessly from side to side, but suddenly coolly comes under the chin and threatens.

Gongsun Yaoye looked at Qing in surprise.

His eyes were full of affection, asking if he still had hidden sword skills and what a great person Sojeo Seomun was.

However, Gongsun Yaoye is surprised again.

Because I couldn’t make eye contact with Cheong.

Seeing the sword being lightly danced with its eyes closed and its softly curved mouth, Gongsun Yaoye held his breath as much as he could, and even his heavy breathing was barely able to carefully block out the sound.

Because you can’t disturb a swordsman in a trance.