Return of Mount Hua Sect

Don't bow your head. (1)

The spatula!

The sound of the sword cleaving the spine rang out clearly.

The magician, who had been convulsing, slowly fell over the snowfield.

"wife… … Heaven... … Second Coming, Manma... … .”

His mantras did not last to the end.

After confirming that the last magician had died, Baek Cheon brushed off the blood on his sword and retrieved the sword.

Even if the opponent was a mage who was like a demon, he couldn't help but feel sorry for killing people. Even less so if you call yourself a Taoist.

He closed his eyes and lightly prayed for the other person's well-being, and he was just about to turn around.

Whoops!

“You filthy mage!”

Baekcheon was startled by the harsh voice he heard.

The Bingungists rushed to the fallen mage's corpse, pierced their swords and swearing at them.

Baekcheon frowned and was about to say something, but then shook his head.

'You won't hear me no matter what you say.'

Countless bingungists were sacrificed until they defeated all of the magicians. It would be impossible to convince those who had seen the tragic death of a colleague with their own eyes. I just hope their anger isn't too much.

“Location.”

At that time, Jong-Yoon, Jo-Gul, Yi-Seol Yu, So-So Dang, and Hye-Yeon all came towards him.

Seeing them wounded here and there, I was reminded of how terrible this battle was.

Yoon-jong, who took the lead, wiped the blood from his face and opened his mouth.

“It seems that all those who attacked have been defeated.”

"Well."

Baekcheon shook his head slightly and looked around.

'It's terrible.'

Binggung, which had been covered with snow, was already stained dark red with the blood shed by Binggungdo and the magicians. Considering that most of them were blood shed by Binggungdo, it was not that he couldn't understand the anger he had just shown.

“Magic… … .”

Baekcheon bit his lip slightly and said.

“They were truly terrifying.”

“… … It is sympathy.”

Not only Jong-Yoon, but even Jo-Geol, who usually does not lose vitality, shook her head with a tired face.

who can deny it Baekcheon was still struggling to calm his trembling fingertips.

The demon cults were unlike any others the Volcano disciples had ever experienced. Its terrifying malice and terrifying madness still seemed to press down on his body.

“… … You made it too easy for us to think about the existence of magicians.”

Everyone was deeply touched by this incident.

Why is the name "Magyo" handed down as a symbol of fear and death even after 100 years have passed?

“What would have happened if Chungmyeong hadn’t been there… … .”

At Yoonjong’s words, Baekcheon silently nodded his head.

If Qingming had not completely reversed the mood, the sacrifice would have increased endlessly. No, maybe the history of Bukhae Ice Palace ended today.

You've done a great job.

But at the same time, it was also true that there were doubts.

'How the heck could he do something like this so casually? No, rather than that, why did you know so much about magic?'

The fact that Cheong Myung knew enough to know about him was now pointless. After going through this battle, he wondered if he knew something.

Baekcheon's gaze naturally turned toward the castle.

Then, I met Han Yi-myeong, who was approaching me, and my wife's soul.

The two approached with pale tired faces and hesitated for a moment. It seemed that he could not easily open his mouth. Baekcheon understood their reaction. I've been through something like this, but how can words come out easily?

After a bit of hesitation, two people first swept deeply.

"You… … . No, thank you so much for the help of Volcano Wave. Bukhae Ice Palace has been really blessed.”

It was a sincere greeting.

Baekcheon's gaze slowly turned to the woman who was standing behind one or two people. Originally, the person who should have said this in this situation was the woman's wife. But in reality, all he had to do was keep his mouth shut and avoid his gaze.

“You have nothing to be thankful for.”

Baek Cheon, who adjusted his clothes by pulling his ruffled sleeves slightly, swung lightly toward one or two people.

“As a disciple of the volcano, and as a warrior who pursues agreements, I just did what I was supposed to do.”

It was a more confident voice. I felt cold as if I was drawing a line because I wasn't too confident.

Han Yi-myeong looked at Baek-cheon and closed her eyes without realizing it.

As soon as I remembered the conversation we had about magic today, I felt like I wanted to hide in a mouse hole.

'What if they left before the demons attacked?'

Perhaps Lee Myung Han could not see the rising sun twice with his own eyes. And it was clear that Binggung must have suffered an irreversible blow.

How should I express the feeling of being saved by those who pushed me away?

“… … I am just sorry.”

As Han Yi-myeong kept her head down, the woman's face grew more and more red. Still, he was a shy person, so he couldn't say it with his mouth, but this situation with one or two people bowing their heads was a very undesirable sight.

“I didn’t know that the magicians were so dangerous. I thought I knew in my head, but in fact I didn't know anything. Please blame me for being stupid.”

Baekcheon didn't want to say anything but shut his mouth.

If he was a normal person, he would have said that it was the same with Hwasan, who was moderately humble and did not know the fear of magic. But thinking about what they had done to Cheongmyeong, the words did not come out.

Baekcheon just memorized Doho softly.

'It's difficult.'

The fact that the anger that was intense with them does not subside easily despite their status as a doin means that they still lack discipline.

But he did not dare to throw away his coldness.

“Even though Binggung has committed a great disrespect, I don’t know how to express my gratitude to the disciples of Huashan who raised their swords for Binggung.”

I just listened to one person and looked around quietly.

The soldiers of Binggung around them were looking at them with eyes different from before. They looked at this side with eyes mixed with vigilance and fear, but now they were looking at them with subtle longing and awe.

'Come now... … .'

Baek Cheon couldn't stand the cramping and sighed.

Of course, he knew well that Kang-ho was a place where he had to prove himself by force. However, the reality I faced with my eyes was sometimes colder than I thought.

“… … Let’s start with the repairs first.”

In the end, he couldn't find the right words to say, so he tried to sort things out. Then a quiet voice reached his ear.

"execution."

"Well?"

"there."

Yui-seol gestured towards the castle. The gates were open and Qingming was walking out of it.

“Cheongmyung… … .”

'Cheongmyeong-ah, you're safe!' Baek Cheon, who was about to shout, shut his mouth, unable to utter half the words.

It was because he saw Cheongmyung dragging something with each hand, one at a time.

'Person?'

No, is it a corpse?

no matter what

What was important was not the identity of what was being dragged out, but the expression on his face. Even Baekcheon was so cold that he could feel the chill on his face.

jerk. jerk.

Every time he moved slowly, the warriors of Binggung were pressed by the momentum and hurriedly opened the road left and right.

squishy.

He followed the straight path and approached the disciples of the volcano.

Then he threw the corpse he was holding in both hands at the feet of the woman's soul.

dump! dump!

The terrified female soul opened her eyes.

“Hey, what is this… … .”

Two headless corpses were tossed on the floor.

“Hey, aren’t these elders of Binggung?”

It's hard to recognize because he doesn't have a neck, but looking at his double color, it was clear that he was the elder of Binggung.

What happened to the author to bring the body of Elder Binggung, who had been decapitated?

The woman's soul could not continue to speak, and looked at Cheongmyeong and the corpses one after another. Anger gradually grew on his face.

“What the hell is this… … !”

He couldn't bear it and tried to raise his voice, but the eyes of Cheong Myung, trembling with eerie death, closed his mouth.

“Cheonma Second Coming, Manma Restoration.”

“… … .”

“That was their will.”

Lee Myung Han looked at Cheong Myung with a look of disbelief.

“I thought it would have been rotten, but I never imagined that the elders of Binggung would become the main characters of the magic religion.”

Cheongmyung spoke as if chewing and grinding his teeth.

If it were not for them, there would have been no case of missing the magistrate. The anger that could not be resolved was poured out on the woman's soul and on Han Yi-myeong.

“Oh, I can’t believe it!”

The woman stuttered and shook her body.

“Even though they say they were the servants of the Snow Heavens… … Those are the elders of the North Sea Ice Palace who are proud nonetheless! How can such people form a collusion with the devil! There is some misunderstanding... … .”

“Keep talking.”

Aging bloomed in the eyes of Cheng Ming.

“I’m going to tear your muzzle so much, keep talking.”

“… … This, what rude... … .”

“A dignified elder of Binggung?”

Cheongmyung laughed coldly, as if he had heard a nonsensical joke.

“So what did that imposing Binggung do?”

“… … .”

“These tall bastards… … .”

Qingming grabbed the sword. Seeing that, the wife took a step backwards without realizing it.

Who has not seen the inaction of Qingming?

It was very clear what would happen the moment that sword was pulled out.

The woman's soul, whose face turned white, shouted like a scream.

“You mean you are going to persecute Binggung for something you are not sure about right now? Does this mean a volcano?”

His gaze was directed toward Baekcheon, not Cheongmyeong. It seemed to mean to dry the cheongmyeong.

But Baekcheon just stared at him with cold eyes.

“Hey, what!”

The female soul, driven into a corner, looked back at the Bingungdo Islands.

“What are you doing! Can't you see that foreigners are hurting the elders of Binggung and using force? Subdue them right now... … .”

“Elder!”

An unbearable man shouted with a sharp voice.

“Don’t be rude! Before the irreversible happens!”

“… … .”

The woman's soul kept backing away with a tired face.

Cheongmyeong looked at him like that and revealed this.

"no. Keep talking.”

“… … That can't be. I, there is no way that they colluded with the magician!”

The voice of evil was desperately needed.

Although it is true that Seol Cheon-sang joined hands with Magyo, it was close to a 'deal' to keep distance. So, as long as Seolcheonsang was expelled, it was possible to draw a line with the magic bridge.

However, there was no excuse for saying that the elders of Binggung died while enveloping the magicians.

must be denied never admit it If you are entangled so deeply... … .

But at that moment, a voice like a blue sky roared in his ear.

“The elder, step back.”

The woman with her mouth wide open shook her head.

Seol So-baek, the prince of Binggung, was walking towards them.

He had a pale face as if he had received too much shock from this war, but the firm mouth resembling a former royal court gave him a sense of unparalleled determination.

“There is nothing that Elder Woman would deny so much. Because I saw it with these two eyes.”

“Gu, the palace?”

“I saw them with my own eyes as they wrapped around the demons and attacked the Qingming Dojo.”

“The king!”

The woman's soul roared loudly.

“What do you mean! What the hell did you see! Do you know what he is talking about right now?”

And he started pouring out words without hesitation.

“Isn’t it possible that the king was looking at it wrong?! Hey, I'm shocked by this chaotic situation... … .”

“Stop it!”

Seol So-baek bit her lip and stared at the woman's soul.

“If the elder truly thinks of me as the royal court, I cannot deny that what I have seen and heard with my own eyes in front of so many people is an illusion!”

“Oh, my lord… … .”

Seol So-baek's face suddenly turned cold.

“There is something that Qingmyeong Dojang told me before. The reason Binggung is here is not because of the magician, but because of people like you.”

“… … .”

“Now I know what that means. The one who runs away even in front of the enemy! A person who is in a hurry to hide his own shame and has no reflection! Those who turn their heads from crisis for immediate safety!”

Seol So-baek's voice echoed through the silence, like a cry or a scream.

“Is this the reality of binggong?”

The tightly wrapped eyelashes of two people trembled.

If it had been before the magician attacked, he would have denied and refuted it. At least he would have made an excuse.

However, the reality he saw today was not much different. They forgot the spirit of Binggung and threw away the things that should not be immersed in peace.

Seol So-baek turned his head and looked directly at Cheong-myeong.

“Qingming seal.”

“… … .”

“Didn’t you say that they plan to revive the heavenly demons by obtaining ice crystals?”

"okay."

Seol So-baek nodded in response to Cheong-myeong's short answer.

“As the king of Binggung, I want to lead Bukhae Binggung and fight the magic.”

And slowly, he knelt down in front of Cheongmyeong. The murmur spread like wildfire.

“Goo, the palace lord!”

“What the hell!”

“Noisy!”

However, with a single cry from Seol So-baek, the surroundings became quiet again. Seol So-baek, who glared at everyone with an unfamiliar, sad face, looked at Cheong-myeong again and said.

“… … However, the power of Binggung alone is not enough. Lend me the power of the volcano. Binggung... … . No, we must defeat them for the sake of the North Sea. Whatever they do, if this continues, the North Sea will soon be drenched in blood. So please help the North Sea! Please!"

He shook his head as if he was about to hit the floor on the floor at any moment. No, I was trying to slurp it.

However, his body quickly floated into the air.

“… … .”

Suddenly, Cheongmyung grabbed the nape of his neck and lifted him up.

“My wife, Qingming Dojo?”

“Adults can’t pay for their night, so the child suffers.”

With Seol So-baek down on the ground, Cheong-myeong lifted her head and glanced at the distant sky.

'That's right.'

stomach turned over

It wasn't because he missed the magistrate, or because he saw the ugliness of Binggung.

It was because they seemed to have seen with their own eyes how the young disciples of Hwasan, who had lost the celadon and celadon ships, must have faced the magic invasion.

Perhaps the volcano at that time also asked for it as earnestly as Seol Sobaek. To those who believed, and to those who trusted unconditionally. There must have been hope and faith in the corner of his heart.

However, at that time, no one in the world offered a hand to the volcano.

No one.

“… … Don’t bow your head.”

"Yes?"

Qingming clenched his fists tightly.

“Because I thought so even if you didn’t ask for this.”

Qingming turned his head and looked at Baekcheon.

Baekcheon bit his lips as if he was about to say something, and finally let out a sigh.

“… … I got it, you bastard.”

When his permission fell, the disciples of Hwasan also lit up their eyes as if they understood the mind of Qingming.

“Honestly, it’s a shame to leave it alone.”

Yoonjong said firmly.

“I feel like I’m running away, so I feel embarrassed.”

Jogeul smiled and added her words.

“Purchase.”

“The accident says that the magicians must be punished!”

“… … soso. I understand without having to explain it.”

“Amitabha.”

Hyeyeon nodded her head in disbelief.

“I thought that if it was the Cheongmyeong Siju, of course he would say that.”

There was a faint smile on his lips. Two eyes full of trust stared at Cheongmyeong.

Know.

In a way, this is stupid and stupid. In this distant North Sea land, if you were to die while dealing with the magicians, who in the world would praise your death?

No one will blame them even if they just go down this road.

No, if we think of common sense, it is right to head to the midfield right away. Everyone here knew it well enough.

But.

No one wanted to do that 'right thing'.

“Accept the request of the North Sea Ice King.”

Baekcheon opened his mouth with a determined face.

“Volcano and Shaolin will participate in the subjugation of magic.”

To follow the path of the heart without arguing for reason and principle in action.

The world calls it Confucianism.

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