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gallop (7)
The sight that unfolded in the garden was beyond providence.
It was a harmony created by Jin-gi.
Inside the window paper, a frame of light depicting a person sitting upright with both hands clasped to the lower abdomen.
It’s a self-defense weapon.
The halo of light from the faintly shining clothes did not embrace the lanterns in the banquet hall.
Rather, it created a subtle fan-shaped area and rejected it. Its temperament was strangely tyrannical.
under-
A small exhalation escaped from beneath the cult leader’s silver mask.
“That would be a little difficult… … .”
It was when the muttering that came from deep internal breathing began to flow out.
Suddenly, as if by a lie, the halo of light faded away, and darkness came in in an instant. As if there had never been light.
It was a skill that had never been seen before in the martial arts world.
“… … .”
Silence followed. The lights of the lanterns that had returned began to illuminate the surroundings once more, but the commotion did not return.
The young sect leader pushed back the long hair that had fallen down his ear and brushed his cheek.
The pure white fingertips that briefly brushed against her skin revealed worry, and dark blue eyes flashed from behind her silver mask.
‘The wave was unstable. Isn’t it not finished yet?’
The little sect leader relaxed his gaze from staring intently at Jeong Yeon-shin’s room. This was because he suddenly realized that he was feeling uncharacteristically anxious.
Could it be because, belatedly, a non-black and white entity has entered the world that was covered in gray?
It’s ugly.
The invincible Socheonmujeok of Myeonggyo, who was laughing at himself, took his gaze off the room where Jeongyeonshin was staying.
And I looked around.
“… It’s not even the Sixteen Kingdoms and Spring and Autumn Period.”
The leader of the sect laughed and snorted. The corners of his lips were twisted upwards, and there were mixed feelings of ridicule, contempt, and self-mockery.
“It was the place where the people who could not die were buried.”
at that time.
The gaze of Fengjun Yi Shiming, who was sitting at the head of the outdoor banquet hall, slowly moved, and at the same time, the new form of the small sect leader, with the corners of his lips lowered as if he were serious, rose like smoke from his spot and disappeared without a trace.
The only thing left was the furry old man pointing to Jeongyeonshin’s room.
“hmm……?”
A question formed in Fengjun Yishiming’s eyes. When the old woman next to him asked what was going on, he simply shook his head and stared blankly at the annex where Jeongyeonshin was staying.
“Don’t let anyone come near.”
Lee Si-myeong slowly opened his mouth.
“He is a man of strange tricks, so I must watch him closely.”
“Didn’t you say it was the royal dog? The light that spread from there just now was very strange, but it would be better to cut down the weeds and root them now… .”
These were the words of an old woman with a long, diagonal scar on her face.
Danmunguido (斷門鬼刀) Peng Moran (彭募瀾). He was a collateral branch of the Peng family who had a long-time crush on Feng Jun, who was as old as his older brother, and at one time, he ran around the martial arts world as the king of the Habuk Ronin without ever entering or leaving the family.
Because of his birth, he only received half of the Five Tigers Cutting Sword from Pengga.
She came to this estate after many years with Yi Shiming, but Fengjun treated her only as one of the best in the Biyeokpang family.
His eyes were always turned towards the noble king, Peng Yeo-ran.
“What are you talking about? Tomorrow is my wedding day.”
It meant to tell you not to say harsh words.
Marriage is a very important matter. The future of the King of Guimyeong is tied to it.
You should not spray the scent of blood on an auspicious day.
“…all right.”
Lee Si-myeong’s gaze, which had silenced Peng Moran, sank.
The young man named Ma Gwang-ik-ju in that room will not be able to do anything during the ceremony.
The Overlord and the Wind Lord are standing in the same place, and even Bingbaek Cheon Soso doesn’t know whose side to take.
He seems to be younger than he looks, so it would be fortunate if he wasn’t too shocked by the betrayal of the Sunmok Ryeongju.
It’s hard to guess when and where such a strong bird will fly away, so it’s better to keep it right in front of you.
Anyway, once the wedding is over, his Wind Flower Four Wheel Legs will break the young Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s neck.
‘That guy will most likely be hostile to the family.’
Contrary to popular belief, he does not see the King of Guimyeong as a woman.
It’s been like that since I lost to Peng Yeo-ran in the Yongbongjihoe’s secret battle when I was young.
At that time, when she, who had spent the night with him, was whispering sweet words into a woman’s ear in the glow of dawn the next day, Lee Si-myeong suddenly realized the secret art of the Sixteen Seconds of the Wind-Flowing Four-Round Pavilion that swept in like the wind with unparalleled sophistication.
The unfettered wind was there.
Similar things have been happening over the years.
To Fengjun, Guimyeongpaewang was an incarnation of inspiration in human form. He was the one who had to be protected until he reached the ultimate martial arts… … .
He admired the extraordinary Oho Dan Moon that Peng Yeo-ran displayed, and loved her free-spirited behavior more than anyone else in the world.
Even when the magic treasure to summon the dragon was taken away by Geumsimunju, who suddenly visited the two of them one day, Peng Yeoran was still beautiful.
Yong-Hyeon-Gwang-Cheon-Po (Dragon Appearing in Heavenly Cannon). When she swallowed the anger and finally created the ultimate weapon that embodied the breath of the Jiao-Long-Dragon that had been passed down only through word of mouth, Lee Si-Myeong’s martial arts also advanced one step further.
“Everyone, have a drink!”
He stood up calmly, as if he had never seen the spectacle caused by the martial arts of Magwangikju before.
‘No other arm of the martial arts world is as powerful as this.’
Underneath the stage were his and Peng Yeo-ran’s armors.
The old masters of Biyeokpangga, who were shining their colorless eyes in this place, looked like a self-defense weapon that would never be found in the world in Lee Si-myeong’s eyes.
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There were many who had achieved so much that they were willing to mock the natural formation and come in to catch the dragon.
“It’s tomorrow! On the day when the Byeon-Pyeong-Ga-Ju takes the Seon-Mok-Ryeong-Ju, this mysterious land of the dragon will become our own paradise!”
There wasn’t much of a response.
As always, the veterans were very concerned about saving face.
Only the deep, colorless glint in the eyes of those gathered gave Pung-gun great satisfaction.
* * *
A blacksmith shop with wide open views on all sides.
Cheeeeek!
A hazy mist of steam rises.
Long iron bars were tightly packed and shaped under the hammers of a small boy and girl.
Both of them were wearing only thin, sleeveless underwear, with their tops tied around their waists.
The green hem of the Sacheondangmun robe, characteristic of the Sacheondangmun, was covered in ash and had flowed down.
The heat blazing from the brazier. The muscles of his upper body, constantly twitching, were equally dense.
The brazier was constantly emitting heat.
Next to the anvil on the left, axes, hammers, and tongs were hung neatly on the stone wall, adding to the blacksmith’s unique rustic feel and the smell of iron.
It was the fifth day.
The fierceness of birth, training, and forging was with them.
At some point, faint blue smoke began to flow out from the eyes, nose, and mouth of the Dangga siblings, but the village elders, who had lost their minds, simply stared at them with blank expressions.
A small boy was swinging his sword in a very large motion, while a girl of similar appearance was striking an iron object shaped like a sword with blue lights flashing in her eyes.
They occasionally switched positions and roles to keep the sense of each other sharp as a blade in their grasp.
The number of people surrounding them and watching them was in the hundreds. Among them was Xiahou Weijin, the village chief who was protecting the villagers.
“Are my eyes deceiving me?”
He muttered, staring blankly at the siblings, who had beads of transparent sweat forming on their chins.
Dang Yeo-hwa and Dang Ryeo-ryeo.
Their facial features changed occasionally like illusions in the great wilderness.
Dang Yeo-hwa had such a distinct facial line that she looked like Jeong Yeon-shin at first glance, and Dang Ryeo-ryeo’s facial features were so beautiful that the flames of the brazier felt like some kind of ornament.
If Jeong Yeon-shin had been born as a woman, she would have been like Dok-bong now.
Hwaaaaak!
The flames of the brazier flickered fiercely. This time, Dang Ryeo Ryeo took charge of the fire.
They were completely one in mind and body. The sound of hammering never ceased, as if they had achieved the state of divine unity not through the sword but through each other.
The sweltering heat grew even stronger.
The brazier, which used ironwood from Sichuan, fire-generating stones from Yunnan, and earth powder that seemed to come only from the mysterious land of the dragon, produced an enormous amount of firepower that could melt any kind of iron in an instant.
The sword, dyed blood red, had to endure the siblings’ constant hammering while resting on the anvil.
“I’ll be able to ride the sword well. At this level, there will be almost no resistance from the atmosphere.”
“We’re putting on spirituality now, right? Do you remember the magic?”
“I just know the feeling, and this kid just needs to know that feeling. So that it doesn’t break when the magic power is applied.”
“I’ve never seen a Geomryeoseomneungsik before. The center of gravity… … .”
“Let us consider it with the prayers of Eun-gong.”
“His arms were as light as a piece of iron, like a silver mine. The aerodynamic waves never ceased to move.”
“We need to focus on the joints because their reaction speed will be faster than ours.”
“Shoulders, elbows, wrists. The Gyeonwoo point, the Quchi point, the Naegwan point… … You don’t have to worry about the Hogu point between your thumb and index finger. Since Eungong’s grip can handle even that ‘circle’, it’s right to make the joints as mobile as possible.”
“Yeowha, in the sword play, the Later Heavenly Eight Trigrams. Half an inch below the Tai (兌) side. Strike with the power of one stroke.”
bang-!
“Lee. Where, without saying anything… … ?”
bang-!
“Is it okay if we bring Jin-ki in? I wonder if it’s a bit too much of a stretch.”
“There is no other way.”
“Dry. Exactly in the center, diagonally to the left.”
Bam!
This was no ordinary hammering. With each strike, the impact spread in all directions.
Every time a whitish circular shock wave passed through the surroundings, at least one onlooker would fall over.
“If you look at the body you have now, you will be able to change. Or you will use it often.”
“I know.”
“I’ve seen the Sword of Lightning. The counterattack that accumulates waves and explodes them was impressive.”
The occasional interruption and conversation by Ha Hou-wi-jin was also a great help.
“Elasticity. Add some more dirt. The semicircular three-dimensional shape is three-dimensional.”
“now!”
Whoaaaaah! Whoaaaaah! Whoaaaaah!
Save Jeongyeonshin without even seeing her.
By carving his likeness, emulating his qualities, and digging into him as if to repay his favor, the sword on the anvil progressed toward perfection.
Just as martial arts become divine when they are imbued with spirituality.
Their hammering for five days was infusing spirituality into the iron.
Rather than the master adapting to the weapon, the weapon in the master’s hands infinitely measures the master’s will.
And then, on the sixth day.
When the dawn breaks blue over the distant ridge.
“Just a little more… … Okay! Here, that’s it!”
With the shout of Sister Dangryeoryeo, Dang Yeohwa gave her final hammer blow.
A faint, blue-green wave of light flowed from the blood-stained handle.
Wooooowow!
It was like a clear bell sound, spreading far and wide from the top of the moru.
Shiusoi, the iron that had been heated to a high temperature in the fire and hardened, suddenly pushed away the red light on its own and regained its silver body.
The sunlight streamed down on the sword blade, which was engraved with the shape of intersecting water streams.
Xiahou Weijin’s thick Adam’s apple, which had been staring at the Tang siblings without moving at all, twitched. He did not stare at the sword again.
The siblings did not put the sword they had made into the handle they had prepared.
They just stood there blankly, staring at each other, with the anvil in the middle holding the sword. They had drawn a very faint curve on their lips.
The siblings no longer radiated azure light.
―Repay kindness twice as much, and repay resentment tenfold.
The knights of the Tang family converged on a person who was not present. At that moment, sunlight shattered and flowed down, shining whitely on the blade.
The poisonous dragon Dang Yeo-hwa. The poisonous phoenix Dang Ryeo-ryeo.
He created a divine sword and died standing up.
He was seventeen years old.