The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 400

Episode 400. A strong connection.

Since the number 13 originally belonged to Zhou, he returned it with a plum blossom added to it. It was not immediately clear whether Jangju liked it or not.

“Jangju, did you see well?”

Maehwajangju looked at me with a surprised expression.

“yes.”

I said as I sheathed the anti-magic sword.

“How does it feel? “I guess that’s my impression of swordsmanship.”

Maehwajangju thought for a moment and answered in a serious voice.

“Everything followed.”

“Everything?”

“Yes. I’ve received so much that it’s hard to express my feelings in words.”

It was the answer of a man with a sincere personality.

It seems that he confirmed that the process of connection continues. So, Jangju’s topic was that the swordsmanship does not naturally continue. He interpreted the swordsmanship that I had developed according to his topic. However, since swordsmanship is not all about connection, he added some words that could help.

“Of course the connection continued. But there was also a beginning. “There was an end.”

“That’s right.”

“It means that if you understand the meaning of the sword, you can add more here or take it away and condense it into three basic foods. In some cases, you can reduce it to just one sword. Why?”

“In the end, there are games that end with one sword… … .”

“Then the sword contains all these meanings, right? Let’s call it swordplay. Do you understand the sword’s will now?”

“ah.”

Judging from his expression, it seemed that Maehwajangju also understood.

In fact, swordplay is difficult to say the least. There was no need to add words to make it more difficult. This is enough. This is because Maehwajangju needed time alone to think and organize things.

The demon who was still still asked me a question.

“Once you understand the meaning of the sword, it doesn’t matter if you remove it or add it. “You mean it doesn’t matter if you change it, right?”

Is it the turn of the devil this time?

“right.”

The man who walked to the wide area in shifts with me turned around and looked at us.

He looked like he was contemplating the feelings he gained from the plum blossom 13 moves I had performed.

The devil told us.

“Obtaining the sword means… … .”

Next, Saekma performed the Plum Blossom Thirteen Moves. The martial arts genius unfolded it exactly the same without any deviation.

So, as Maehwajangju said, everything was a continuation.

I had a feeling that the devil was intentionally doing the same thing. Sure enough, from the beginning of the second repetition, the plum blossoms blooming in my hands changed like the seasons.

First of all, the walking method clearly changes… … .

The funeral became longer, as if trying to refine one’s heart. However, all the modified movements were similar as if they were inside the sword. After the second, seemingly chaotic demonstration stopped, the demon stood tall and wrapped his hands in cold air.

Next, a method I had never seen before appeared in the world.

It was my first time seeing a horse perform its footwork in an official manner, and there were rules and regulations as it glided across the ground.

Jangbeop changed on top of Bobeop.

I thought it would be difficult to block that trick just by looking at it.

It would be a great trick.

‘That’s great.’

The connection of the thirteen moves has been adapted to the walking method, and the jangbeop linked to the walking technique has changed sometimes to be heavy and powerful, and sometimes to be light and insidious.

Because the walking method was unusual, like slipping, the hitting point could not be predicted. Because the cold air was scattered at times, it seemed like a difficult tactic to deal with even in a long-term battle.

If I had scattered the purple flowers of energy with my sword.

The color horse filled the four directions with white, cold flowers.

It seemed like a historic moment even to me. People’s stereotypes do not change easily, so looking at the white flower petals fluttering like that made me want to cover my nose, but I held back in the end.

Because the opponent was so serious, he couldn’t attack with sh*t until this moment.

Anyway, the genius idiot invented a new method, demonstrated it, and then looked at us. The lecher’s expression was a mixture of surprise, admiration, and a kind of relief.

the eldest brother asked.

“You created something new. Have you decided on a name?”

The devil answered.

“… … Since I obtained it from a volcano, I will call it the Baekhwajangbeop (白華掌法).”

The name was a combination of white and volcano, symbolizing ice.

The devil’s words continued.

“If I’m going to teach Yoran, I need to refine it a bit more. I did not create it alone, but I will pass it on as a funeral method that the masters created together.”

The eldest brother nodded.

“good night.”

The eldest brother did not specifically express his thoughts or feelings about Thirteenth Number. I don’t even know how I practiced while I was lost.

The eldest brother just seemed comfortable these days.

He looked at the flowers in the manor for a long time, and after answering the manor’s question, he kept his mouth shut again. I didn’t know his thoughts on martial arts, but if I had to pick the person who had experienced the most changes in recent years, it was definitely the eldest brother.

Suddenly, the eldest brother became a man who could say things like this.

“The disciple has created a new martial art and the third has also descended the mountain, so let’s have a drink today.”

“OK.”

It’s normal for a man who doesn’t enjoy drinking to say he knew if he asked to drink.

After a while, we laid out drinks on the table in the manor.

Jangju was a man who lived leisurely with Gasol, who did not have many people, so his life outside of training was focused on small hobbies. Because his hobby included making alcohol, the alcohol served on the table was a unique alcohol that could not be tasted in a guest glass.

It was a liquor that was buried in the ground and given names such as Ilmae (一梅) and Imae (二梅) depending on its age, but the one we drank was Palmae (八梅).

There wasn’t much left of Palmaeju, so the moment I thought about bringing Chilmaeju… … .

We put down our drinks and looked at the entrance.

A man covered in blood was walking, a familiar face. It was truly an absurd appearance.

I couldn’t figure out why this guy appeared and why he was covered in blood.

The former Gwangmyeong Usa and Hyeol Cyoju came to the table looking exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept in days, and spoke to me.

“Give me a drink.”

Who pushed this man like this?

I poured the last drink into a glass and handed it over to the blood cult leader. The blood cult leader drank his liquor like water and let out a long breath as if he had quenched his thirst.

“… … To the cult leader, that is, the demon cult leader. Tell them it arrived as promised. And was it yours?”

The blood cult leader glared at me. I answered in confusion.

“Blood cult leader, what kind of bullshit are you talking about? “Without any explanation whatsoever.”

The blood cult leader looked at me and laughed like a madman.

“You can be honest. “I don’t blame you.”

“Blood cult leader, do you want to buy coins?”

The eldest brother came forward.

“Tell me what’s going on. Munju has recently focused on training in Hwasan.”

The blood cult leader said while glaring at his eldest brother.

“So, I received a call from this damned demonic cult leader and set off for the volcano.”

“however?”

The blood cult leader crumpled the wine glass in his hand like it was paper and then spoke.

“My trip to the volcano was hindered in many places.”

“hmm.”

“At first, old beggars were snooping around, and then suddenly the master who was said to have joined the Murim League appears. In the end, even Heukdo and Seosaeng followed suit. “Is there anyone other than Munju who can summon all these forces at once?”

Now everyone was looking at me. I shook my head because I had never been called.

The words of blood cultism continued.

“It’s as if the entire Gangho knew about the volcano.”

I explained why.

“That must be because of the accident at Tongcheonbang last time. “Heukdo men, including Lord Jecheon, do not forget such grudges.”

“Is that so? Jecheonmaeng understands. “How do other guys know?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why are they all targeting me?”

I roughly understood the situation through the words of the blood cult leader. The blood cult leader glared at me as if he was looking for the culprit. He was a little annoyed because it looked like a crazy person was staring at him, but he ended up laughing.

“Ha ha ha ha ha… … .”

“Are you laughing?”

So, the blood cult leader’s false impressions and disfigurement must have already been spread by Tongcheonbang. If Tongcheonbang knows, it means that Jecheonmaeng also knows. In that case, the opening would have naturally received the news. Through the opening, the Murim League would have been added to the public list. Strong people never forget revenge. However, in this case, it was surprising that white people, black people, beggars, and students all united.

Then, Saekma, who understood the situation, burst into laughter.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

In the end, even the eldest brother tilted his head back and let out a laugh. The blood cult leader glared at the three of us with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

I explained why.

“It’s not our fault. It looks like Kang-ho stopped the magic expert on his way to the volcano. “That’s it.”

So, this is the opposite situation of what happened at the new Jaha Gaekjan. This time, it looks like Baekdo is individually defeating the magic masters summoned by the sect leader.

Strong people never forget revenge.

It is also ambiguous to call it a white peach. Even the Jecheon League and scholars, who are close to the Black Island, have joined forces to interfere.

The sudden visit of a blood cult leader was actually absurd, but the news this man brought was truly as welcome as hearing news from friends.

At this time, at the entrance to the manor, an old expert dressed in shabby gray clothes landed lightly and approached with his back to me.

“… … You barely caught up. Blood cult leader. “Stop running away.”

The blood cult leader let out a deep sigh.

“Can you stop chasing me?”

“It won’t work.”

“Or let’s take a short break and then fight. This is the decisive battleground. How about a ceasefire?”

Noh Gosu answered.

“You and I are competing, so what is the place for the final battle? Continue. By the way, the others who are looking for you don’t seem to have any intention of interacting with you. What do you think?”

The blood cult leader swore, then launched a light attack and quickly disappeared. The old master looked at me once and then chased after the blood cult leader. The old master disappeared, but his voice remained in my ears like a trace.

“… … Moonju, it’s been a while. “I’m busy today so I won’t be able to join the drinking party.”

I responded with a voice full of knowledge to the words of the veteran who was leaving in a hurry.

“It’s been a lot of hard work. See you again.”

I deliberately didn’t mention the word ‘Kwaedangju’.

In fact, I was also curious as to why the former Commander-in-Chief of the General Military, Gongsunshen, was chasing the former Commander-in-Chief of Gwangmyeong. This is because it is not the combination that was expected. To roughly summarize, the Demon Cult leader summoned the Blood Cult leader for the decisive battle on the volcano, and while he was on his way, his whereabouts were discovered and he was also being chased by Gongsun Shen.

The reason I laugh is… … .

This is because he is a man with a quick attitude. Because he was quite old, it was hard to know what his level of martial arts was, but at most, there would not be more than five masters in the rivers who could resist the pursuit of Kwaedangju.

“… … “I thought the former general had retired, but he has returned.”

He is a villain being chased by the leader of the party… … .

It’s not that strange once you know the whole situation. This is because Kweedangju was originally that kind of man. So, it seemed that only after he retired from the Murim League did he return to his original work.

There was a puff of dust, but the taste of the drink was even better.

The eldest brother said.

“Usa was never able to escape from the shadow of the cult leader.”

“I know.”

At the entrance where the crazy man and the quick-footed old man had left, an unidentified man was standing.

He was a similar age to his eldest brother.

He was a middle-aged man with a unique appearance, with gray hair only below both ears, and as soon as he saw us, he opened his mouth.

“Mr. Left, can I come in?”

The eldest brother held out his hand.

“Come in. Why did your men come here alone?”

“I told you to wait around because it was busy.”

Like many magic masters, he was a blunt man whose expression was unreadable. But since I knew his eldest brother, I had a vague idea of ​​who he was.

The unfamiliar guest came to the table, sat down at the empty seat, and looked at us.

“Can you introduce me?”

The eldest brother came out and pointed to the horse.

“Hao Wenju, this is my disciple.”

This time the eldest brother introduced the guest to us.

“A man called Ilmajo and the Grand Duke. “I don’t know his real name.”

The Grand Duke’s maternal lodger, Ilmajo, had arrived.

Ilmazo looked me up and down and then said.

“nice to meet. Hao Wen Ju.”

I felt like a large bird was sitting and staring at me. So, he was a magic expert with quite a scary atmosphere, prayers, tone of voice, and eyes. Even in the Demonic Cult, he was given the title of Grand Duke, so he must not have been an ordinary man.

Anyway, he spoke informally as soon as he saw me, so I nodded and responded appropriately.

“… … “Nice to meet you too.”

Do magic masters also value manners? He suddenly narrowed his eyes and glared at me. At this time, Saekma, who had been completely ignored during the personnel process, also intervened in a despondent tone.

“Nice to meet you too. “I’m Baek Eung-ji’s s*x demon.”

My eldest brother and I quickly looked at the demon. Since we were poor guys who could fall into a coin attack at any moment when we let our guard down, we quickly checked the condition of the horse.

The color demon was also a crazy person, so I couldn’t figure out whether it was a magic demon or not.

Then, unexpectedly, Maehwajangju also introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you. I am the owner of Maehwajang. Did you have dinner? If you haven’t done so, I will prepare.”

“… … .”

Ilmajo said nothing. This is because it takes time to adjust to the atmosphere. I was a bit distracted as normal and abnormal words were mixed together.

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