Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 112

Episode 112

King, please carry me

Danwoo-seong and Baekyak were walking along a mountain path, hand in hand. The weather was bright. They had discussed the matter of the Jipyameng with Jeonbirang, and left the responsibility of monitoring and reporting on the Jipyameng's activities to Ho Tae-jun, the head of the Mukryong clan, and Do Jin-gwang, the head of the Cheongui clan.

Afterwards, I planned to contact the Murim Alliance and send an inspection tour to Namheukdo.

Since the House Night Alliance had promised to unconditionally follow the will of the King of Hell, they would not be able to oppose the Murim Alliance in the future.

Danwoo Sung was personally responsible for maintaining the balance and coordination between the two groups. The Murim Alliance was dominated by a formidable man named Yu Jeonghong, while the Jipyamaeng was watched over by a tough man named Danwoo Sung.

So, Danwoo-seong and Baekyak, who were about to set out again, couldn't help but feel lighthearted for the first time in a while.

Above all, Danwoo Sung was once again grateful to Baekyak.

Baekyak came down to Namheukdo and didn't make any particular effort or act wild like Danwooseong.

Most of the time, he simply spent time eating breakfast or quietly staying by Danwoosung's side. However, just having Baekyak by his side was a huge help to Danwoosung. Even if something more dire had happened, Baekyak would have helped him through it. Baekyak, for the most part, showed his trust in Danwoosung, no matter what he did, through quiet silence. That trust was building into mutual trust.

Danwoo-seong looked at Baekyak and suddenly said.

“Why do you want to hug me and carry me away like this?”

“Me?”

"huh."

“How?”

“Shall we give it a listen?”

Dan Woo-seong quickly lifted Baekyak with one hand and placed it on his shoulder. If Baekyak had been as thin as a slender woman, he could have easily carried it on his shoulder and walked, but that wasn't the case. Baekyak's lower body and pelvis were quite well developed. So Baekyak rested his buttocks on Dan Woo-seong's shoulder and burst into laughter.

“What is this? It’s uncomfortable for you, and it’s uncomfortable for me too.”

“Shall I give you a ride on the wooden horse?”

Baekyak shook his head as if shivering.

"no."

Because he felt awkward about standing on Danwoosung's shoulders. Baekyak couldn't quite figure out why Danwoosung was acting this way.

Danwoo Seong put down the medicine again and spoke.

“Get carried. I need to carry you.”

“Will it be okay? There will probably be some eyes watching as we go.”

“I’m fine. No one will recognize me anyway, and you’re wearing a mask, so you’re fine too.”

"all right."

Baekyak was carried on Danwooseong's back.

Danwoo-seong looked around and then headed toward a spot with a more beautiful view. Baekyak asked from behind.

“Don’t your legs hurt?”

"huh."

“You did a good job studying the lower body. I’m starting to feel sleepy.”

“If you’re sleepy, go to sleep.”

“Just kidding.”

Dan Woo-seong crossed the mountain path, smiling comfortably. Despite his unrealistically strong appearance, he still harbored this simple thought: I wish my legs would stay strong for a long time, and I could often carry Baekyak on them.

Danwoo-seong climbed a mountain carrying Baekyak on his back.

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Manma Seo-ok of Manma Palace.

The swordsman, who had mastered the Abyssal Art, knelt quietly and waited. The master of the Manmaseo-ok, who had taught the swordsman the Abyssal Art, came and stood before the swordsman, holding an eye patch made of soft silk.

“The mark of the sword.”

“Yes, Ambassador.”

The ambassador spoke with a serious expression.

“Listen carefully. I’m going to hand you a blindfold now.”

“Does a blind person need an eye patch?”

The ambassador nodded.

"You need it. You especially need it, because you've mastered the Abyssal Gong. Don't think of this blindfold as just another. It's a blindfold that covers your mind, a blindfold that covers your mind's eye. Of course, it's a psychological trick, but you must accept it. Because only then can you be free from the Abyssal Gong, even if only a little. That is, you can prevent yourself from going mad or falling into a state of mental turmoil. Do you understand?"

The swordsman nodded.

“The disciple understood.”

The ambassador said.

"You are blind. Now, I will replace your eyes with Abyssal Gong. But when will your Abyssal Gong close? While you wear this blindfold, your Abyssal Gong's eyes will also rest. Just believe that. Everything depends on your will… Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep. Do you understand what I mean?"

"yes."

"With the blindfold on, you're truly blind. With it removed, you see the world through the eyes of the abyss. Learn the difference through practice. Just try it."

As the swordsman slightly lowered his head and extended both hands, the ambassador placed the blindfold on the swordsman's hands.

The swordsman felt the soft material of the blindfold with his hand, then placed the blindfold over the area where his eyes had been and tied it.

The ambassador asked with a strange expression.

“It must be dark now.”

“It was dark from the beginning.”

“Good. You are now blind.”

“Yes, the disciple cannot see anything right now.”

The ambassador pointed at the swordsman with his finger.

"You're doing well. While wearing the blindfold, you must also learn not to intentionally use the Abyssal Gong. This is a matter of talent and intuition. Now, define a character who can see through the Abyssal Gong. What does this mean?"

The swordsman replied.

"If the opponent's illusions change every time, the disciple becomes troubled. By using the Abyssal Gong to grasp the characteristics of the illusions, he can clearly perceive the opponent."

"Good, you've learned well. Now take off the blindfold and imprint me again as Abyssal Gong."

The ambassador spoke as if giving a warning while the swordsman took off his blindfold.

"No matter what you see, try not to share your thoughts with others. If you see someone as a demon, it's because you harbor hostility and fear in your heart. They will listen to you and be wary of you."

The point was to not make a fuss about whatever you see in the Abyss.

“I understand.”

After the swordsman removed his blindfold, he looked through the abyss at the place where the ambassador was standing. The form of the energy transformed into a human form, and the person's eyes, nose, and mouth rippled and settled into place. The ambassador's voice, tone, feeling, presence, prayer, perceived power, and patterns of energy gathered together and mingled with memories of the past.

The ambassador was standing before my eyes.

The swordsman stared at the ambassador with his mouth open. It was a completely different image from what he remembered when his eyes were still open. Why was that? Looking at the ambassador through the Abyss, he now looked like a child.

Not a pure child······.

It's like looking at yourself as a child who refuses to grow up.

Of course, my mouth couldn't help but itch.

'Ambassador, you are like a child who has stopped growing.'

The ambassador said.

"Put on your blindfold. You look like you're desperate to talk. But what you're seeing can't be the truth. Don't you understand? The difference between reality and illusion?"

"yes."

As the swordsman put on his blindfold, the ambassador pointed outside.

"I have taught you the Abyssal Gong. It is your responsibility to adapt to the everyday realm. Young disciple, you may return to the world."

It was a curse.

The swordsman bowed his head deeply and expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you, Ambassador.”

However, the ambassador had already rushed up to the upper floor of Manmaseo-ok and was looking at the book he had been reading before.

As the door to Manmaseo-ok opened······.

The ambassador, who was looking at the book, spoke as if he was curious.

“I wonder what the Heavenly Horse Wijicheon looks like to you. Come back later.”

The swordsman replied.

"All right."

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As soon as Geomma left Manmaseo-ok, he couldn't tell which way was his residence.

'Oh, shit.'

It seemed like I would have to meet the attendants wandering around Manmagung Palace to receive guidance, but no attendants ever approached Manmaseo-ok without a reason.

The demon sword on his waist was held in his right hand and he struck the ground like a staff.

Knock, knock, knock.

Although he possesses a body impervious to swords, he becomes even more ungainly when he bumps into something. How ridiculous would it be to have an impervious body, yet be blind and keep bumping into things?

The sword horse, who had been walking with the intention of finding it along the way, stopped walking.

Someone stopped walking as they passed by, looked at him, and then burst out in a long burst of laughter.

“Haha …

As soon as the swordsman remembered the owner of the voice, he spoke with a sour expression.

“Are you a blood relative?”

The blood eldest replied.

"Yes. It's me. Still, you managed to kill the disciple. You're truly amazing."

The blood elf clicked his tongue as he looked at the sword horse that had lost both eyes.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… No matter how bad our relationship was, this is not a good sight. Stand here for a moment. I'll send my men.”

The swordsman called out to the blood lord who was walking away with a smirk.

"Bloodlord, are you going to laugh your heart out and then run away? Come here. My blindness has changed my attitude toward people. I doubt your confidence has grown while I've been blind."

The blood lord stopped walking and then turned around.

“Wow, as expected, even though our sword master is blind, his mouth is still sharp.”

The blood demon walked towards the sword horse, stopped without saying a word, and his expression hardened.

As a man approached and stood next to the sword, the blood god turned around and quietly went his way.

Of course, the man who appeared next to the sword horse was Cheonma Wi Ji-cheon.

Cheonma stared blankly at the blood demon's back, then whispered softly into Geomma's ear.

"Friend, that bastard will surely die by your sword. You've held on well. Let's bide our time."

As the sword horse stood silently, the heavenly horse came in front of the sword horse, turned its back, and spoke.

“Get on me. I’ll take you to your place.”

The sword horse, who had been about to refuse, had no choice but to be carried by the heavenly horse. It was even more embarrassing to move while tapping the ground with his sword. He wished he could have been carried by the heavenly horse, who possessed exceptional lightness, and quickly hidden in his quarters.

The Heavenly Horse performed lightness techniques while carrying the Sword Horse.

It was a completely different feeling and atmosphere from when Ha Jeong-hak of the Housemaeng ran while carrying Ha Min.

As Cheonma ran, he spoke to Geomma.

"I'll be your two legs until you get used to it. Have you learned the martial arts to replace your eyes? You're wearing a strange eyepatch."

The swordsman replied briefly.

“I learned.”

“Well done. I’m glad I came to Manmagung.”

Because Cheonma absorbed the Overlord, and Geomma learned a martial art that could replace his eyes.

The black horse riding on the back of the heavenly horse said this.

“I haven’t held a sword in a few days, so I feel like my senses have dulled.”

As the swordsman spoke at length, as if to show his displeasure, the heavenly horse responded in a bright voice.

“Oh, really? Then let’s rest at the residence and go get some fresh air.”

"where."

"Where? I'll find a small sect, so you kill them all. Your senses will come back. Since you're blind, swinging a sword will feel strange. Why not practice your newly acquired martial arts and go for a spin?"

The words that a person said while carrying another person were saying that they were going to kill the person.

Ha Jeong-hak carried his younger brother on his back to survive, but Cheon-ma carried Geom-ma on his back while urging him to go kill people.

And Danwoo Sung was walking with Baekyak on his back, hoping that they would continue to live well together in the future.

Although the act of carrying another person was the same, each person's heart was different.

Like white, black, and purple.

like that······.

Danwoo-seong carrying Baekyak on his back.

Ha Jeong-hak carrying Ha Min.

The heavenly horse carried the black horse.