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Side story 158. The Devil’s Society (2)
I will get used to it.
I felt like I would get that answer, and I felt like I wouldn’t.
The White Bone God asked.
“They say it’s dangerous, so how can you learn it without much thought?”
If you have strong martial arts skills, you can’t use your legs. That’s what makes a martial artist. Mine is even worse.
However, difficult martial arts are usually of a high level. They are difficult to interpret and even more difficult to embody.
Moreover, it is said that if you do not properly embody it, your life is in danger, so it is difficult to think of easily accepting and learning the magic power given by an elder.
Lee Cheon-sang’s answer was simple and clear.
“Because we have to move forward.”
The corners of the White Bone God’s mouth went up.
In order to achieve the world you want and desire, you must throw away everything and move forward. If you know what is right, you must fight with the world even more. This was the enlightenment he gave to Lee Cheon-sang.
Lee Cheon-sang thought about it carefully, accepted it as his own, and was now showing it through his actions.
‘I like it.’
I couldn’t give my children proper affection. I couldn’t approach my grandchildren because they saw my dead child’s face, which made me feel awkward. It became a habit, and now I think I’ve just become an old man living alone in this world.
Who would have thought that at such a time, a guy like this would appear, push away this peaceful loneliness, and give me a dangerous thrill.
I know it’ll make your heart flutter.
‘My lord.’
The White Bone Demon thought of the previous leader.
The True White Demon Lord. The greatest religious leader who was strict and kind, and although he did not reach the level of the Heavenly Demon Lord, he was trusted and followed more than anyone else.
‘I guess this is the fate I was forced to take on after my master passed away.’
So what about the Ten Swords?
Did you find a suitable one? What about Gwanghyeol?
‘It’s useless.’
His fate is not over. Although he cannot live with the passion of his youth, old people have their own roles.
‘Can I really die laughing?’
The White Bone God looked at Lee Cheon-sang.
Even though the Teenage Demon King was right in front of him, he wasn’t nervous at all. Rather, he was openly turning the pages of a book, and his eyes didn’t waver at all as if he was focused for a moment.
The gaze of the White Bone God Demon, who was looking into the eyes of Yi Cheon-sang, slowly descended and touched the White Bone Island.
The reason why Baekgol Shinma was more surprised by Lee Cheon-sang’s prayer was because of that Baekgol Island.
The Baekgoldo was an unexpected sword. If you draw out all of the power of the Baekgoldo, it will shed its fake form and reveal its true form, revered as a legend.
That ‘real thing’ was something that an ordinary person could not dare to wield. It was a real magic soldier and a killing weapon that even the current White Bone God Demon could use with tension.
In other words, the outer shell of Baekgoldo possessed an incredible sealing power that blocked the most magical and murderous spirits in the history of the new religion. Even while swinging such a sword, his prayers changed like those of a warrior holding a sword in his hand, so it is difficult to describe Lee Cheon-sang’s talent in words.
‘If you handle that sword properly, it will reveal itself without hesitation as you break through the wall of enlightenment.’
What if that doesn’t work?
‘It’s a shame, but I have no choice but to take it back.’
That’s a distant future event. It’s not something to think about now.
The White Bone Demon opened his mouth.
“Since you’ve come this far, you should fill your stomach before you go.”
“I have a question.”
“hmm?”
Lee Cheon-sang tilted his head.
“The martial arts in these two books… … . They are all completely different, yet they have something strangely similar.”
“… … ?!”
“Are they all martial artists who branched off from the original stream?”
The White Bone God felt goosebumps running down his spine.
On the contrary, he answered with a calm face.
“All martial arts in the world began from the first one. As times change and develop, many have lost their essence, but at some point, commonalities are discovered, and they combine and break apart, and then grow into higher-level martial arts.”
“… … .”
“If that’s what you think, then that’s right. However, all martial arts in the world should not be studied from the beginning, but should focus on the current state, the form itself. Only by mastering that can you see the past, and also the future.”
Lee Cheon-sang nodded.
“I understand.”
“Just wait a moment. It’ll take some time since there are no lower ones.”
“The food is fine.”
“If you eat well, you will be able to swing your sword with ease.”
“My people are starving.”
“That’s an overly human thought. Your people can survive only if you stay healthy. If you don’t, just pack up the leftover food and take it with you.”
That was also true.
“All right.”
In this way, Lee Cheon-sang ate half of the food prepared by Baekgol Shinma.
Even while eating, I didn’t pay any attention to the Baekgolshinma. Even while eating, I opened a book and read it over and over again.
And when we had finished eating, we packed up the remaining food and left, leaving behind two books.
Baekgol Shinma touched the two books, the upper and lower volumes, that Lee Cheon-sang had left behind.
When asked why he didn’t take it, he didn’t seem surprised when he heard that he had memorized it all, so it seemed that he had become somewhat familiar with this guy named Lee Cheon-sang.
‘I’ll come back again.’
Lee Cheon-sang’s words that he memorized everything are probably not an exaggeration. However, these martial arts are not all about simply memorizing the secrets and teachings.
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You have to look at the same letters over and over again and find a solution within them. I don’t know about other martial arts, but you have to do this especially with long and short techniques.
The white bone god, wrapping the book in a bundle again, sipped tea and looked up at the sky.
“… … Will I be able to see the demon that goes up there before I die?”
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“Are you here?”
Lee Cheon-sang, who had handed over a bundle to Heo Pil, who welcomed him, looked at the red flag.
“What is this?”
“It’s food.”
“Oh? I was already hungry.”
“Is he still sleeping?”
“He wasn’t sleeping, he passed out. He was the one who put the needle in.”
“I didn’t know I would lose consciousness for this long.”
“That’s right, I told you to reduce your internal energy by half. Even just half a penny, no, half a penny, can change everything from the time you lose consciousness to the time you get paralyzed depending on your opponent’s skill level.”
Lee Cheon-sang also knew. And he actually reduced his internal energy by half.
‘Maybe my calculations were wrong.’
Unlike other martial arts, the point method does not develop through memorizing the rules and internalizing them through repeated learning.
Especially, high-level point-blank techniques like point-blank shooting require you to constantly gauge your opponent’s and your own strength. Of course, to use them in battle, you need to go beyond repeated mastery and have a keen sense that allows you to unconsciously sense the size and density of the strength.
I don’t know about other martial arts, but this point-blank attack was something that even Lee Cheon-sang had to take time to master properly.
“Isn’t my mouth a mouth?”
Hongsan, who was resting quietly, spoke to Heopil.
Heo Pil frowned as he opened the bundle and chewed on the boiled meat.
“Hey, let’s learn some manners from the person who saved our lives.”
“I don’t respect those weaker than me.”
“Who said to be respectful? At least change your speech. And to be honest, why do you think I’m weaker than you?”
“If you’re confident, hold on.”
“Here? Are you out of your mind?”
“So don’t tell me what to do based on my tone of voice. If you don’t like it, I’ll cut your throat.”
“Have you already forgotten that our lord told us not to use a knife?”
“Do you really need a knife to cut someone’s throat?”
“There is no such thing as a freeloader.”
Heo Pil grumbled and spread out his bundle on the floor.
Hongsan crawled in and ate the meat with his dirt-covered hands. Heopil frowned openly, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
Hongsan is a patient. He is recovering quickly, but he is not yet normal.
It was mind-boggling to see that guy eating with dirty hands, but I didn’t want to get involved.
Heo Pil tried hard to avoid eye contact and asked Lee Cheon Sang.
“What does the old man say?”
“I didn’t say much.”
“Really?”
“okay.”
“That guy is really fierce. My master praised him as such a good person.”
After speaking, Heo Pil flinched. He had unconsciously called out the word ‘Master.’
Hongsan tilted his head.
“Who is your master?”
“I don’t know.”
“… … Let’s see where.”
Hongsan’s eyes grew deeper.
“You said that the point-blank method was called a point-blank attack, right? I heard that was a martial art of the previous generation’s guardian deity.”
In that moment, Heo Pil’s eyes lit up.
“Stick your tongue out. This is the Lord of the Supreme Court.”
“Hmm.”
“But how did you know that?”
“I heard it from the mouth of the guy your captain half-crumpled.”
“You said it was half-crumpled?”
“The limbs were curled up in a horrible way. If I had left it any longer, it would have curled up and died a horrible death.”
Heo Pil looked at Lee Cheon Sang with surprised eyes.
“Your Majesty, are you using the Baekhae Pajeolsu (百骸破節手)?”
“It didn’t go well.”
Heo Pil burst into laughter.
“It’s just a bit lacking in delicacy, but I think you’ve already mastered the seven stars.”
Lee Cheon-sang sat with his back against a large tree.
“We’ll move in an hour. Eat and get some rest.”
After saying those words, Lee Cheon-sang quickly fell into deep thought.
‘They were great martial arts masters.’
It was time to either reflect on the future or take a deep breath and rest.
However, Lee Cheon-sang recalled the contents of the book that Baekgol Shinma had given him. No matter how hard he tried to forget them, they would pop up out of nowhere and make his head spin, so he thought it would be better to just make up his mind and concentrate.
‘These are martial arts of a much higher level than the Geumgangma Kwon and Yaksha Bloodline. They don’t seem to have a set form, but that makes them more difficult and powerful.’
I understood very well what the White Bone Demon said, that if you don’t digest it perfectly, you will end up in ruin.
Even if you know the knot right away, you can’t unfold it. It’s not because you have the eyes to see it, but because you don’t have a clue how to unfold it.
Although I have only been exposed to martial arts for a short time, this is the first time I have encountered martial arts like this. It would not be strange to discuss martial arts that are the highest level of the new religion.
‘It’s much more difficult than the Geumgang Yaksha Magic. It’s probably because there’s no separate format, but even aside from that, the level is different.’
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes deepened.
It was even more confusing because the name of the martial art wasn’t even written down. The name of the martial art is an important clue that condenses the meaning of the martial art’s existence or the direction it pursues. If I had known the name, it would have been much easier to approach.
‘I guess I should at least come up with a nickname to get used to it.’
After much thought, Lee Cheon-sang pulled out important parts of the scriptures and the Buddhist scriptures and came up with simple pseudonyms.
The two swordsmanship styles are Blood Wind Five Styles and Hell Sword.
One of the methods was called Noedoilsik (雷刀一息), the other method was called Apgyeongjang (壓勁掌), and the remaining methods were called Chilbogunrim (七步君臨).
When we actually summarized the parts taken from the rules and laws to create martial arts names, we naturally began to see the end point that each martial art should pursue, however subtle it may be.
‘Let’s leave it at this. You need to rest at least a little.’
Time passed like that.
As the sun began to slowly set toward the west.
“Hey, he’s still not awake. You must have hit him pretty hard.”
“Heo Pil. Wake up the Red Flag Commander.”
Lee Cheon-sang stood up from his seat.
“After extracting all the information, move.”