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◈ The best scenery (8)
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The moonlight in the night sky was bright. The whitish fog flowed gently like rippling waves of light.
It was on top of a steep mountain peak. A middle-aged, handsome man with a large build was looking up at the full moon.
He was seen holding a huge sword high in the air, his scarred abs visible through the disheveled drapery of his red-and-yellow robe.
Phew―
A black sword thrusts down vertically.
The sound of cutting through the air was faint. His greatsword left a heavy, solid trajectory without any technique.
Soon after, the moon split apart.
A straight gap appears above the full moon that was emitting a soft light.
A sight that seemed to cut the moon with a single sword. The fog that was faintly scattering on both sides of the man created a dreamy feeling.
The silence was soon broken.
Because someone clapped their hands.
“Your simple swordsmanship, like your talent, contains mystical qualities. How can you strike with such a light wave with just one strike? Anyone who sees you would think you are a Gongwolmu.”
It was behind the swordsman. About five paces behind his back.
A man wearing a pitch-black robe was smiling under his hat.
He clasped his hands together roughly on his chest, and only the upper ones made a clicking sound, and the mockery that seemed to be ingrained in him was evident in his demeanor.
“Now it can truly be called the Three Ways of Breaking the Barrens. For a legend of the world’s dullest man, it doesn’t seem like a crazy name anymore… … .”
“Now it is an eclipse.”
A deep voice flowed out. It was the answer of the man holding the greatsword.
After he said that one word, he closed his mouth. He just stared blankly down at his sword.
The two characters ‘Mukgong (默功)’ are engraved on the wide surface of the sword.
It was a handwriting that was far from that of a warrior. It was crooked, as if it had been engraved from a child’s writing.
The silent sword.
This is the head of the Paegeomjong clan. It signifies the status of the clan leader.
The man wearing the hat laughed silently.
“An eclipse? That’s quite surprising. To receive one of those sword strikes… I think even I would have to take out my Gongwolmu and unleash my Wonryungshinjang (Prime Spirit Palm) to the max.”
“Tell me what your business is.”
The Sword Master lowered his sword to the ground. He didn’t even bat an eyelash when the Divine Sword, symbolizing the master of the thirteen thousand female spirits, was mentioned.
Yeo Ryeong-ju slightly lowered the brim of her hat and crossed her arms. Then she opened her mouth.
“I almost got killed by the High Prosecutor. He chased me so relentlessly. As if I were the enemy of my own parents.”
“… High Prosecutor.”
“At the end, he shouted the name of liberalism like a child, and it was not funny but creepy.
“If the world’s greatest magician had stopped me, I would have died on the spot.”
“Is this the road you escaped from?”
“Yes. I didn’t even have time to receive a report on what had happened to Cheonrajimang. I was able to take it off with a light attack while the old prosecutor was fumbling around from afar… … .”
“I guess I won’t see you again.”
“Yes, isn’t that the limit of the thousand-year-old temples and shrines known as the Old Gate Sect? In exchange for receiving recognition from the country, they must constantly watch over and deal with the rare appearance of a supernatural being… .”
The tone was mixed with ridicule.
Yeo Ryeong-ju stroked her lips. Another word flowed out through the gap between her hands that slowly traced the corners of her twisted lips.
“While I was trying to corner the new sword master, I received some pretty big information. It was a story that would have caught your interest.”
“Speak.”
“They say the volcano has created another Jasodan. This confirms it. Among the elders of the old faction who are just building their positions, Yulha is the most capable.”
“Jasodan… It’s useless information.”
The Sword Master turned his gaze towards the moon. The full moon, which had been cut in half by a dark line, was regaining its original form.
Seonghwageomsin Yulhanangrang. As the head of the Hwasanpa faction, he is known to have consumed only one Jasodan pill, which is unusual.
He is famous for his eccentricity in only giving his disciples the countless elixirs of the famous school of volcanoes.
Although her own swordsmanship made such a choice possible, many martial artists both respected and ridiculed Seonghwa Geomshin.
Some tycoons even concluded that it was a trick to create a good impression of the Hwasan faction in the world. They believed that the rumor could not be true.
But when you reach the level of the leader of the Daebangpa, you usually end up encountering the truth.
“Useless? She’s back in the closet.”
The queen pretended to look serious.
Damn it.
As soon as his words left his mouth, footsteps rang out. The sword master turned around. At the same time, the corners of Yeo Ryeong-ju’s mouth went up.
“Yes, if we leave now, we can see the Holy Sword God who has gathered all the energy of Jasodang. While we’re at it, how about cutting off her head?”
The steps of the sword master stopped. On the other hand, the words of the female lord did not stop.
“The ones that grow stronger as time goes by are the seeds of the old school. Moreover, Yul-ha is still young. Seomye, Socheonmujeok, Yul-ha… they are all sprouts that need to be cut off, but aren’t you leaving the two alone because of your stubbornness?”
“The Holy Spirit is the touchstone.”
“It’s funny. Even today, he must have lived in a state of deep thought for several more years due to the royal family’s torture methods, and yet he, who has lost his human heart, still holds on to memories from his childhood… … .”
For a moment the moonlight was pushed out.
A sword suddenly appeared from a gap in the dark space. Before he knew it, the Sword Master was aiming his sword at Yeo Ryeong Ju’s forehead.
It happened in an instant. There was clearly no ceremony.
“Shamsuh is not Yeo-ryeong’s land. Do not interfere.”
The Sword Master spoke. The Lady Lord slowly opened her mouth.
“… You call it a surprise attack, but I don’t understand. You pierced my eyes with a single sword? I know your lowly senses. Even if you endured it for three or four years, you wouldn’t be able to refine your insight to this extent… … .”
“… … .”
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“How long did you stay in your thoughts after that day?”
“A hundred years.”
The night air rang softly.
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Sunlight poured down on the quaint pavilion. The words “Shingeomjeong (神劍亭)” on the plaque under the roof were giving off a faint scent of ink.
“Your Majesty, your handwriting is terrible.”
“What? I finally complied with the owner’s request, and now I’m hearing this. I don’t know about you, Seomye, but in my true nature, this is… … .”
A gentle commotion flowed.
The fog, the sand, and the distant dawn mountain ranges were all sparkling. It was a pavilion built in the middle of the magnificent riverside scenery.
The ten miles around were quiet. Even the three-story guest house located right behind the pavilion was silent. There were more than a few people dressed up and sitting by the window.
A pavilion that anyone who enjoys elegance would covet.
It is a world where not only people’s wages but even the most beautiful scenery of nature can be exchanged for money and food. It was no different even in troubled times.
Wherever there was a land inhabited by those who had mastered martial arts, bloody conflicts over vested interests were bound to arise.
In fact, not far from the village behind, there was a large city called Wuchang, and there was a black sect that collected tolls and rents from foreigners who had settled in the area.
It wasn’t there now.
“I’ve been indifferent as a single person for a long time. It’s been quite some time since Seomye turned black, and I didn’t even know what kind of delicacies she liked.”
“You don’t have to know Yongga. I’ll be returning to the purple color without a title soon anyway. Jigeuk-ah, did you order the Ounsan herbage?”
“This is Mr. Wiji.”
The new sword master Yong Hee-myeong, the new sword sub-master Ak Su-rim, and the heavenly dragon master Wi Ji-geuk.
It wasn’t just them. The faces of those who exchanged drinks and food in the pavilion were extremely splendid. It was something that no one in the martial arts world had ever seen before.
Soldiers wearing black robes and red ginseng with the character for wild (荒) engraved on their shoulders.
No one approaches the sperm.
There were just two waiters serving food and drinks, and a middle-aged man who was obviously the owner of the inn was standing at the door of the inn, looking anxiously into the pavilion.
“Didn’t I tell you to move carefully! If you spill it, you’ll know that today will be your anniversary next year…!”
The owner whispered in a new voice.
It can’t be helped.
These people, with their extraordinary appearance, were also equipped with military power.
There are quite a few people who have died after impersonating the masters of Ip Hwang Seong without knowing the truth, but at this moment, there was almost no one who would suspect the identities of those in the new sword.
Even though the inside of the palace looked quite cheerful, it was like that.
“This is a particularly strong Du Kang wine. Is Seomye accustomed to drinking? Now that I look at it, there isn’t a single person in the Shingumdan who is as skilled as this guy.”
Yong Huimyeong, the swordsman, asked. He was lying down with his arms roughly draped over the pavilion railing, and there was no other scholar who was drunk with a book open.
Jeong Yeon-shin, who was sitting across from him, nodded without hesitation.
“Of course.”
“Well… Of course you wouldn’t be weak. Then you must know the way to drink well too, right?”
“It’s water.”
“Let me pour you a drink according to Beijing etiquette.”
It was right after the root of Jeongyeonshin’s tongue twisted like a weed in her mouth.
Yong Hee-myeong’s hand, holding the glass, drew a very small circle. The trajectory of the glass resembled a circling Taegeuk.
As Jeong Yeon-shin gazed at the sight, Yong Hui-myeong wiggled his eyebrows.
“You should follow suit. It is a custom that originated from the Ming Clan that sought the Infinite.”
“… I know. It’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve had a drink.”
“That’s right. Your hard work is so great. No matter how many times I say it, it’s hard to fully express it.”
The two people drank their glasses.
For a moment, Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyebrows furrowed, but his skin quickly became smooth again. It was the epitome of an extremely intense full-body stimulant.
Yong Hee-myeong raised the corners of his mouth.
“You drink well. Even the eunuch of the imperial court dares not ask me for a drink. You should know that you are not inferior to him either.”
“It’s amazing to see it up close. When did it grow so big?”
Aksurim looked up at Jeongyeonshin from beside him. He was resting his chin on his small hand and had a bright smile on his face.
Behind her, a faded and worn-out warrior was lying carelessly. It was a small battlefield with a blood-stained sword.
Yong Hee-myeong, who was glancing at Aksurim with displeasure, opened his mouth.
“Everyone, listen carefully.”
His voice gently swept across the floor of the pavilion. The inner energy contained in his voice was incredibly thick.
Even Xiahou Weijin, who was putting jerky into his mouth with a dignified gesture on one side, hesitated.
Jinmyeongjo, who was standing with his back to the water a few dozen feet away from the pavilion, also turned around.
“We must decide on our own course of action. First, we must convey that disbandment is inevitable. Returning to the main castle together is a very dangerous choice. The royal family will be extremely wary of us… … .”
“Yeah, well… If we move like this any further, we’ll definitely be accused of treason. The new sword master will destroy Iphwangseong.”
Aksurim brushed away the short hair that had fallen down the back of her neck. There was no one who denied her words.
Yonghee Myung nodded.
“The purpose I personally intended has been achieved to an overwhelming degree. We survived, and now the martial arts world will be able to rest for a while. Because half of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings have been brought low.”
“Magwangikju played a big role. It’s safe to say that he was a key player.”
Cheonryongdaeju Wijigeuk fiddled with the rope around his waist and spoke.
They were reluctant to talk about Suncheon Ikju Ha Do-un. They simply suppressed their anger toward Kang-ho in the victory report they were celebrating at this moment.
“Yes, we should each return to our respective missions first. We’ve shown ourselves enough to the world of martial arts, so make sure no more individual martial arts are leaked. Seomye, go with me to the Forbidden City… … .”
Suddenly, Yong Hee-myeong frowned.
Jeongyeon Shin opened her lips. She glanced to the side.
“You have amazing intelligence, but you seem to be at an age where you should be drinking alcohol.”
He said, his voice very adult-like.
‘Such accomplishments at such a young age… I guess he has more talent than me.’
Jeongyeonshin thought.
Inyoung, who had been fiddling with her glass with an interested expression next to him, stopped. It was a young Taoist priest.
He was wearing a pure white uniform embroidered with swords and a sword with a pine tree pattern on it, and he was carrying a sword with a pine tree pattern on it around his waist.
The boy opened his mouth.
“Me?”
“This is the place for adults. Martial arts aren’t everything. Come after you finish elementary school.”
Jeongyeonshin’s words were quiet and stern. For a moment, the boy’s expression became somewhat awkward.