The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 88

Episode 88 sword horse, color horse, light horse

Gwangmyeongjwasa, Mongrang, from his previous life, said as he entered the house in a quiet place.

“Master, I am here.”

It was too large for a man to live in alone, but the yard, bench, and area around the small well were all neatly kept.

Mongrang was in a state of disbelief, but he came prepared to be scolded. A moment later, a middle-aged man appeared, and Mong Lang knelt down before him.

The middle-aged man said while looking at Meng Lang.

“What is that like at night? “Not even dressed properly.”

“It was difficult to go home like this, so I came late at night. “Please give me a set of clothes.”

A middle-aged man said as he came out into the yard.

“Get changed and come out.”

“yes.”

The middle-aged man sitting on the bench polished the wooden sword he was playing with as a pastime and waited for his student. After a while, Mongrang, who had changed into his black military uniform, sat down on the table and sighed.

The middle-aged man asked.

“What’s going on? It looks like there was a fight. “It kind of smells like poop.”

Mongrang continued to sigh with a confused expression and then said.

“Master, didn’t you say that there would be no rivals among people my age?”

The middle-aged man smiled and answered.

“How can that be my opinion? “I guess you always thought that way.”

“Yes, of course.”

“But an enemy has appeared. This is not surprising since the river is wide. “Which age is it?”

“He just seems like a country bumpkin.”

The middle-aged man answered as he put down his wooden sword.

“It’s not Sega?”

“yes.”

“What are your skills?”

Mongrang thought about Bimu and answered.

“I don’t have it all figured out.”

The middle-aged man answered while looking at the blade of the wooden sword.

“Do you know who you are?”

“I don’t know about that. Would you like to meet him? “If we meet again soon, I will have to do my best.”

“If you use the ice ball in Baekungji, something troublesome will happen, so be careful.”

“That’s why I’m telling you. “He’s someone you can’t deal with without using ice balls.”

“Are you a disciple of Samjae? “If you’re a country bumpkin.”

“That’s a possibility.”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said.

“Lure them to a quiet place and compete. Do not show your ice skills in crowded places. If that doesn’t work, lure them this way. “I will take a look.”

“All right.”

“and.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Is it so strange to have an enemy? If you are already full of arrogance, it will be more difficult to catch up with the experts who have gone before you. Always guard your heart. “Go home and rest.”

“Master, can’t we become independent from the Mongolian family soon?”

“Think of it as training of the mind, and pay close attention to the people of Monga. “Looking into the hearts of various military leaders is as important as martial arts.”

“All right. “How are you feeling?”

“I am recovering step by step, so there is nothing to worry about. Unless the cult leader himself appears, there will be nothing I can do even if the cult leaders come looking for me.”

After coming down from the bench, Mong Lang bowed.

“I’m going back.”

The middle-aged man looked at his student blankly and then asked a question.

“Is that guy you mentioned earlier, the guy you’re going to kill? Or is he a useful guy?”

Mong Lang answered.

“I do not know. “Once we get back together, we will establish proper discipline.”

“And so. “What is this unidentifiable unpleasant smell?”

“I was hit by that damn laxative.”

Mongrang suddenly noticed that the corner of his master’s mouth was twitching for the first time in a long time, and he made a shocked expression.

The middle-aged man wiped his smile and spoke to Mong Lang.

“If you fall for the scheme of a country bumpkin, your opponent is not only the Demonic Cult but also the masters of the world. He must have told countless stories of cases where people with strong martial arts skills suffered the reverse. “Don’t let your guard down.”

“yes.”

Only after the disciple disappeared did the master move his shoulders slightly and smile.

“You idiot. I can’t believe I was taken by anti-diarrheal medication. “Tsk, tsk.”

The middle-aged man polished his wooden sword again with a solemn expression.

* * *

I stayed in Baek Eung-ji’s dorm and replayed the dance.

It was unpleasant to see that they had been fighting so unfairly because of Mr. Left’s diarrhea. In this way, things in the world never go as expected. Although both of them competed while hiding their power to some extent, it is not impossible to understand if there is a master of the left temple that I did not know about.

In any case, the person presumed to be the master of Jwasa is Dokgo Geomma (獨孤劍魔), who is said to have fought with the sect leader and defected from the Demonic Cult. The reason I know the story of Dokgo Geomma is because he was the man who tried to kill the religious leader before me.

What kind of person is this man?

He is a person of magic who was recommended by the Murim lord to join the Murim Alliance. It is clear that he was born as a magician, but he did not commit murder or committed any evil deeds, so there was no one around him who opposed the leader’s recommendation to join.

Of course, since he was a stubborn person, there was no chance of him joining the Murim Alliance in the first place.

Thanks to the leader, there were occasional exchanges with people from Baekdo, and the words Dokgo Geomma left at that time are very famous.

When asked why he fought with the religious leader, Dokgo Geomma said,

The answer was that they were just competing to see who was the truer magician.

I thought it was a strange combination that I couldn’t understand because he was a fairly gentle man for a master of a s*xual demon.

In terms of chronological order, since news about the Dokgo Sword Demon became less frequent and the Saek Demon appeared, it must be assumed that something happened along the way.

He is a man without enough power to be called the Great Master of Magic.

He is a man whose power is so powerful that it is hard to ignore him because he has no power.

His personality is too gentle to be looked down upon as a magician.

There was a rumor that this person, who could hardly be considered a kind and gentle person, brutally killed those who tried to escape the Demonic Cult.

In the first place, it is not easy to obtain the nickname Sword Demon in the magic world.

Anyway, it means big man.

I thought about many things, but couldn’t come up with a sharp number, so I decided on the general direction and went to sleep.

Regardless of whether it’s a leftist or a swordsman… … .

If I can’t get it back with Haomun, I plan to kill it.

End of worries.

Of course, then I could die from the sword demon.

But a man who gives up his intentions because he is afraid of death is not me.

* * *

In my dream, I was invited to the Murim Alliance.

I had a dream of secretly taking laxatives at a banquet full of lords and martial arts leaders. It was a dream in which I was running around laughing happily, but was caught by the leader and locked in prison.

Why do my dreams always have bad endings?

While I was in prison, Maengju came to visit me and gave me private meals. After eating it, I had an upset stomach and continued to have diarrhea, but when I opened my eyes, the sun had already risen.

“Was the theme of the dream about retribution?”

After washing my face, I headed back to the noodle restaurant where I failed yesterday.

After ordering another bowl of noodles, while I was waiting, Mr. Jwasa, dressed in clean clothes, appeared.

I naturally held my nose.

“… … The food tastes bad. “You bastard.”

The master sat down across from me, crossed his arms, and said.

“You’re eating. “It could be your last meal, so eat a lot.”

As soon as Jeomsoi put down the noodles on the table, he asked Zuo Sa.

“Prince Meng, what can I give you?”

Jwasa replied.

“I am done.”

“yes.”

Jeomsoi noticed the murderous spirit flowing between the two of us and retreated with his eyes wide open.

I put the flash dagger I took out from my pocket and put it on the table and then ate the noodles.

Jwasa asked me.

“There’s something strange, so let me ask you one thing.”

I sucked the noodles in while making a slurping sound and glared at Jwasa.

“If it had been poison instead of diarrhea medicine, I think I would have died. “What on earth is the purpose?”

I responded like it was yesterday.

“I can’t tell you that.”

Master Jwasa asked me what he was worried about.

“Have you lost a woman to me? “If that’s the case, I can understand your actions.”

“Do the damn thing.”

“I guess that’s right. Otherwise, there’s no way you would hold a grudge against me. Send that guy with the broken arm to check my whereabouts. Right?”

I was lazy so I gave a cursory answer.

“Let’s assume it’s true.”

Even after the noodles were finished, Master Zuo did not attack. I asked Mr. Left.

“I learned the ice ball, but I couldn’t use it properly. If there is a quiet place, guide me. “I’ll make you realize the difference in your skills that you couldn’t show yesterday.”

“let’s go.”

The two of us left Baekeungji without saying a word and entered a quiet, quiet little village.

The master pointed to a house with a high wall.

“Listen and don’t misunderstand. This is the house where Master lives. I don’t know if you understand, but I’m not the person to intervene in my juniors’ fights anyway. “If you’re scared, I’ll take you somewhere else.”

I looked at the left temple.

But even if this is a ruse, I can’t help it. Because being curious is difficult to hold back.

“Guide me.”

There really is a sword demon, and if he gets involved in a fight, he has no choice but to jump out. However, he felt that if he was really a sword demon, he would not intervene in the fight as Zuo Sa said.

When I entered the house with Jwasa… … .

A middle-aged man I had never seen before was sitting on a bench, sharpening a wooden sword with a dagger.

Jwasa said.

“Master, can I do some rubbing here?”

The middle-aged man glanced at me and said to Mr.

“Do what’s comfortable for you.”

I don’t know the Sword Demon’s face. It was difficult to guess the age of the middle-aged man sitting on the table, but he had some gray hair and a very intelligent appearance. Although she seemed simple-minded, she was a complex person who seemed to have a strict side.

As if making a wooden sword was important, they didn’t pay much attention to me. In a way, he was a human being of his own accord.

When I sighed briefly without saying hello, the middle-aged man spoke to me.

“I won’t blame you if you kill me, so fight to your heart’s content.”

As soon as I heard this, I was convinced that Master Jwasa was Dokgo Geomma.

I felt like Dokgo Geomma looked down on me too much, so I tried to warm up the atmosphere.

“This young chick can’t be my opponent, so I’ll try against the senior.”

The Sword Demon put down his wooden sword with a puzzled expression.

“with me?”

Master Zuo said in a cold tone.

“Are you crazy?”

I turned my back and responded to what Mr. Zwa said.

“Shut up you bastard.”

Only then did the Sword Demon look at me intently. I felt like they were watching my prayers, so I hid them as much as possible.

The Sword Demon narrowed his eyebrows and said.

“Where on earth is the recluse? “There are probably very few sects in the world that I don’t know about.”

“I can’t tell you.”

The Geomma spoke to me in a calm tone so frank that it felt scary.

“If you work hard, you will be able to compete with me, but it is impossible now. I am also recovering from an injury, so it is not right for me to compete carelessly. “If you don’t want to compete with Meng Lang right now, come sit here.”

Zuosha said in a puzzled tone.

“Master?”

The Sword Demon said to the Left Master.

“This guy is a fearless figure. He will compete often in the future, so he doesn’t need to be impatient. Go get me some tea. “In the meantime, I’ll have to guess the question of the young uninvited guest.”

The master left was about to reply, but he heard the master’s words.

“All right.”

As I sat down on the bench, the Sword Demon smiled while stroking his rough beard.

“I’m embarrassed.”

It must be embarrassing.

What kind of expert in the world could guess my recluse?

However, I also realized that the Sword Demon’s mood, eyes, way of thinking, and tone of voice were indeed a rare madman. It was even more surprising that the atmosphere of the madman contained Taoist colors.

The Sword Demon said while scratching his forehead in front of me.

“You don’t plan on revealing the secret, right?”

“exactly.”

“I guess so.”

What on earth is this man seeing in me? My feelings were equally strange. Because I met a man who fought the cult leader and survived.

Actually, I don’t treat people based on their background, but judge them based on their overall level of completion, so Geomma was an impressive man.

The Sword Demon spoke in a polite tone, as if catching my attention.

“He must have put laxative or some similar poison on your teacup.”

“Why do you think that?”

The Sword Demon said while pointing inward with his finger.

“It’s past time to bring out the tea.”

“That makes sense. But when the tea actually comes out, the teacup will be clean.”

Even though the Sword Demon knew, he didn’t bother to ask me.

“why.”

“Because they must have overheard us and changed the teacup now.”

The Sword Demon nodded.

“right.”

After a while, Mr. Jwasa, who was about to run an errand, put down the tea utensils on the table and said,

“There is no laxative, so take it easy. “Master.”

The master pointed his finger at me.

“Drink in peace, too.”

I responded by nodding my head.

“OK. “You went through a lot yesterday and today.”

The three of us drank a cup of tea each. It was an ordinary tea to drink on uneventful days.

I looked at the two people and then glanced at the seemingly peaceful house.

Then, when I looked at the faces of those sitting on the table… … .

We were sword demons, color demons, and light demons.

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