I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 275

Episode 275: Four Brothers

If Moo-o's movements were strong and precise, Hyunmong-so's were fast and flashy.

The sagging body bounced and flew towards the center, spinning around, causing a strong wind to blow in all directions. Then, instead of just going out, the candle was swept away and lifted into the sky.

"Eliminated in the second round? Are you careless?"

Chun-gae jumped up in surprise as if he had been upset.

Moreover, the reactions of the later indices were not much different.

If the candle fell to the ground like this, it was considered an outing.

Hyunmongso, who had landed on the ground, jumped again and ran along the wall, creating wind.

Chuck, chuck, chuck. Then the candles began to precariously rise again onto the doll.

When the dreamcatcher returned to its place, all ten candles were extinguished and placed on top of the doll.

Ten out of ten. It's a perfect pass.

"Of course… I passed!"

Wow! The manager's shout caused the room to erupt in cheers.

Although he did not have the sophistication of Muoh, his idea of putting out all the candles in one go and putting them back without letting them fall was admirable.

Moreover, his movements were so fast and mysterious that they were engraved strongly in my mind.

"You clever kid. You're using tricks because you lack skill."

Of course, there were those who did not acknowledge it, like Seo Ho-pil.

Anyway, Hyunmongso proudly advanced to the third round as the first person to pass all ten tests.

"Well, it's refreshing, but it's a bit different from the purpose of the second gate, which was to examine the level of understanding of herbivores."

"Haha, that kid is lazy by nature and has a bit of an eccentric side, but if he put his mind to it, he would have been more sophisticated than Mu-o."

"You must be stupid. Well, it's not easy to pull off all ten of them at that age. You probably won't get any more."

It was as Chun-gae said. It was not easy to achieve precision in the air in a short period of time.

of course.

"It might be possible."

Ma Cheon-so's thoughts were different. At least one, if not two, would be possible. If the guys were here.

"Mom, Suhanseong? Was he that bad? Then I guess I'll have to rewrite the Muinrok… Where are you going to go privately?"

"There's nothing more to see."

"Seo Ho-pil has seen that guy before. He may not be a fighter, but his skills are pretty good…."

"No problem."

Ma Cheon-so waved his hand and went outside.

Chun-gae and Hyeon-yang, who were left behind, had to follow, but hesitated and eventually sat back down.

The exciting antics of the reviewers were enough to put pressure on the buttocks.

After that.

'How is it! There are nine that are unimaginable. Perhaps the Sacheonhoeju bastard has rolled his eyes in surprise by now… … Where did this brat go?!'

Seo Ho-pil, who broke the record through his own useless competition, and Dan Ye-hwa and Su Han-seong, who recorded exactly five.

and.

"Ukkiiiii-! Phew! Phew!"

There was a monkey named Yal-Tak who climbed on dolls like a monkey and put out ten fires with his mouth.

"Ha, I passed!"

The secondary gate ended like that.

*

Ma Cheon-so, who came out alone, headed straight for the empty wall.

As I approached the dead end and raised my head, the wall was quite high.

Pot! I jumped up from my seat and in an instant, the high wall was below me.

Chuck. When I got down over the wall, I felt like the air was cleaner even though there was only a wall between us.

Ma Cheon-so looked in the direction where Bulmungak was located, then turned around and started walking in the opposite direction.

There was a place I always wanted to visit when I came to Jungwon.

'It's annoying.'

It was a word that accurately represented my feelings when I thought of that place.

It was also the biggest obstacle to the calamity he would unleash upon the world of martial arts.

If you ask Ma Cheon-so who he is, he would define himself in one word.

A person who enforces.

From the moment he regained his full memory, there was no longer any Yangjagak calling for justice, nor Macheonso who was struggling with helplessness.

Only the absolute being, soaked in anger, was left to enforce his will.

But even for him, there were people who irritated him.

It wasn't a confusion of ego or purpose.

I will destroy Jegalmun and others who killed me, and I will erase Cheongung who is active in the martial arts world.

The meaning remained unchanged.

However, it was a problem of relationships and regrets in the memories he had built up.

Whether it was the Wind Dragon Five Stars or the Tang Dynasty, he could not become what they wanted.

So if they can't accept who they are now.

When the moment comes to face the enemy.

At that time, I had to boldly throw it away.

So, Ma Cheon-so came here to confirm this before that day came.

The hometown where one was born and raised.

【First draft】

It was the Chohwangmun Gate.

The gate of the great manor was still old, and the bare walls were dull.

But aside from the appearance, everything was different from the past.

The bustling crowds were nowhere to be found, and the shouts of the family members that had been bursting out were as quiet as a mouse.

As Ma Cheon-so was looking at this absentmindedly and was about to approach the door, the front door opened first as if in response.

Soon a happy face appeared.

Sharp features. Thin lips.

It was Gong Bi-ho, who studied with him during his childhood.

He was leading other disciples outside, wondering where they were going.

I remember him clearly because he was always smiling and we got along very well.

"let's go."

"Yes, Ambassador."

Maybe it was because of the passage of time, or because our circumstances had changed. The look in their eyes that met for a moment was fierce. Even the short tone of voice gave off a strange sense of discomfort.

The same was true of his followers. For someone who came from a Buddhist temple, they had a rough demeanor and did not have peace when leaving their homes.

Of course, I don't really care. More than that.

'Gongbiho. Has he become an ambassador?'

The title I used to call him sounded even more pleasant to my ears. It was unexpected. He was the least qualified of all my classmates… … .

Of course, it is difficult to even awaken one of the ten skills unless you are naturally gifted in the art of the Super Emperor's Ten Martial Arts, so of course you cannot say that you are dull.

It was natural to be surprised, since in the Hana Chohwangmun, the title of Daesahyeong was given only to the most outstanding disciple under the age of 40.

'Well, I guess I was not left behind in terms of effort.'

Ma Cheon-so turned his head away from the departing Gongbi-ho and his party and towards the wide open front door.

'The ambassador is leaving, but there is no one to welcome him… … You'll know when you go.'

An empty entrance with a wide open door.

There is something strangely unsatisfactory about it.

Ma Cheon-so entered the door without hesitation.

I looked around and saw that it was just as desolate as outside.

Walking between the quiet smokehouse and the annex, Ma Cheon-so headed to the main building, clearing all distracting thoughts.

‘There’s no news even though an outsider is roaming around the temple… … Even if a thief comes in and robs someone, you wouldn’t know.’

The absurdity was greater than the question.

If the day ever came when I would face the entire Murim Alliance, I thought that the Cho Hwang Moon would be my greatest opponent, even more so than Shaolin and the Mudang.

Although he was not very prominent because he had few disciples and did not appear in public, he was well aware of it.

That this place is a group of madmen who have devoted their entire lives to martial arts.

So, his father, Yang Tae-hong, stepped down from the leadership, and even though he was killed, he did not worry much about his family.

No matter how much the tide turns, they are not weak enough to be easily defeated.

"Why…?"

But it didn't take long for him to realize that his beliefs were overconfident.

That was because, standing still, he saw the inner quarters in shambles with the door torn off, and a woman sitting in front of it, crying in a pitiful state.

The child I loved more than anyone else in the world.

Yang So-hye.

His only sister was crying.

"Why did you……"

Hwaruk! Without even realizing it, black flames shot up from beneath my feet.

My spine felt cold and my heart was pounding.

I took a step.

Sensing the energy, the disciples of the Chohwangmun look back.

I took another step.

A wall was built on the previously open road ahead.

They asked who he was, but he didn't answer.

We didn't even meet.

'You are not worthy of water.'

His gaze was focused solely on her.

Clothes covered in mud. Bruises etched red on the wrist. Eyes that seemed to have lost everything in a world they had never seen before.

"Who are you?!"

The disciples fiercely resisted his unhesitating steps. But no one could stop him.

Ouch! There was a scream, and every time his hand brushed against something, it flew off in all directions.

"Stop it! We have to protect the lady!"

"Unfold the Shipmujin!"

Perhaps because they also felt the intense crisis, their momentum became more intense.

A fierce attack was launched by ten people centered around the teachers.

But that was it.

No matter how hard he tried to tear apart Mt. Taishan, it was nothing more than a futile struggle in front of Ma Cheon So.

There were as many as fifty-seven people who fell out so helplessly.

Damn it.

When I finally got to look down at her from right in front of me, there was no disciple standing still.

Yang So-hye wiped her wet eyes and spoke with her lips tightly pursed.

"……What is this?"

Why is your face so gaunt?

"How… did you do something like this? Why on earth…?"

You should have been smiling.

"Please identify yourself."

It's me. It's your brother.

"Hey, what are you doing now?"

Ma Cheon-so lowered his body and carefully grabbed her wrist with his snow-white hand.

The red, bloody marks are clear.

"No, let go!"

"Who are you……"

“Isn’t that what I should be saying? Who are you to say something like this?”

"Who made this?"

"yes……?"

He was a strange man. Yang So-hye felt that his handsome appearance was both that of a ferocious beast and that of a kind-hearted sage.

It's dangerous, but it doesn't seem like it will harm you…

"Is this a public security act?"

Yang So-hye's eyes trembled at Ma Cheon-so's blunt question.

It was the same. He was so kind-hearted that if his true intentions were discovered, it would show like this.

"That's right."

"No, right now… Huh?"

Thump. Ma Cheon-so gently placed his hand on her head. Then he smiled affectionately and said.

"You don't have to say any more. Just take it easy and rest… I'll be back. This time, for sure."

Boom! Yang So-hye's mind went blank as if she had been struck by lightning.

'Take a break and relax.'

'Don't go, brother. I don't like the feeling.'

'I'll be back.'

I remembered the last words my brother Yang Ja-gak said to me the night before he died.

They're clearly different people. There's not a single thing that resembles them.

For a moment, I saw my brother in him.

Drop, drop. Tears fell down my hand without me knowing.

"You… who are you?"

Ma Cheon-so stroked her head twice without saying a word and then touched the acupoint on her delicate nape.

"ah……."

He picked up Yang So-hye, who was about to collapse, and lifted her up.

His expression changed to a terribly cold one, like a poisonous snake, as if he had never smiled before.

"madam!"

The disciples who appeared next took up the rear, but he entered the inner quarters with his back exposed as if he didn't care.

As the disciples were about to chase after them in a hurry, the white-haired old man raised his hand to stop them.

"Two o'clock. It doesn't seem like he came here to do any harm."

"Your Majesty, the butler. The number of disciples who have already been injured is……"

"There are no dead people. Besides, if they come forward, can you stop them?"

A dark shadow fell over the disciples' faces.

I couldn't believe that he had done this alone. Just looking around, there were over 50 people who were unable to resist.

If we were to estimate, it would be at least above the bridgehead level.

Since all the chiefs except the butler were absent, if you got angry rashly, something unmanageable could happen.

As we waited with such longing, Ma Cheon-so appeared again in the inner quarters after a while.

"hmm……."

The old man, who was called the butler, let out a sigh the moment their eyes met.

'How can the eyes of that young thief be so cruel?'

It was spine-chilling. My first impression was, in a word, absolute evil.

I guarantee you that you will only see this much evil in your eyes on one hand in your entire life.

However, he is also a vassal of the leader Yang Tae-hong and has been assisting the Cho Hwang-mun.

He asked without showing any emotion.

"We seem to have something to talk about. Can you spare some time for me, sir?"

Ma Cheon-so laughed.

Time? I have to.

A murderous intent darker than pitch black flowed from his body.