Return of Mount Hua Sect

Is Sodo really a Tosa? (5)

"Giggle giggle. I got the hoodoo."

Qingming laughed softly.

"No, they don't have a real sense of what the merchants are. Do they give out all of them just because they bought one?"

money!

It's money!

riches!

big Didn't the ancient ancestors say that more money is better?

He was already one of the richest people in Shaanxi by looting the long-running death penalty, but it was always a pleasure to increase his fortune.

"It's not even hot."

He said he was a colossus in Shaanxi, but his hand size is not the same as Yangtze. I was just joking, I hope you will give me all of it. It would have been a hurrah even if I took just one and a half.

sure!

Of course, they would not have spread all these things just by being grateful to Cheongmyeong. If it had been before Hwang Moon-yak happened, he would have had enough of that, but the situation will change as soon as he gets better.

It's common knowledge that people change their minds before they go and after they go.

Nevertheless, the reason why they spread so many things without saying a word is probably because there is a different truth behind them.

However, even if they wanted something else from Qingming, it had nothing to do with Qingming.

'If you don't do it, that's enough.'

If Cheong-Myeong was a child as it seems on the surface, it might feel burdensome to receive such a wealth, but unfortunately, Cheong-Myeong was not a child.

Rather, it is a figure that has been worn out too much.

If they had known that, they would have thought differently... … .

"Anyway, you've roughly solved everything."

He saved Dae-Hwang, and in return, he was promised support for the volcano. As soon as the preparations are complete, he will also head to the volcano with Qingming. So it can be said that he has done everything he has to do here.

Only one thing left... … .

Cheongmyung smiled as he saw a person approaching him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

transport bag.

Jong-nam's second disciple, Lee Song-baek, came to the front of Cheong-myeong, lying on the Daecheongmaru, and looked down at him.

"What are you doing?"

Lee Song-baek stared at Cheong-myeong and opened his mouth.

“I have returned to my last son.”

"Oh, that's great. I thought it would be lonely to be left alone. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Even after saying those words, Lee Dong-baek showed no sign of turning around. He glanced at him and opened his mouth.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

At Cheongmyeong's words, Lee Dong-baek smiled faintly.

"Sawmill."

"Yes?"

"I understand that you have trapped me in order to solve this problem."

"Yes?"

“I mean, the results are good, so I can understand.”

Cheongmyung got up and sat down on the Daecheongmaru. Then, looking at the transfer bag, he grinned.

"It's a bit strange to say it's a trap. Wasn't he the one who actually tried to trap me?"

Lee Dong-baek smiled brightly.

"So, you decided not to blame, did you?"

Cheongmyung smiled as if it was ridiculous.

'He has a strange personality.'

Kids these days are definitely different from the old days. All of the sects I met in the past couldn't express their hostility toward Cheongmyeong, so they were anxious.

Because of that, I didn't even have time to check the personalities of the subordinate disciples.

"So what do you want to say?"

"I don't care if I was embarrassed, or I was in danger because of it, or if I was played at the hands of a small stamper. It all happened because I was lacking."

Lee Dong-baek said with a stiff face.

"The only thing that bothers me is the secrets I shared with the sojourn before it happened. I still don't understand what happened to me back then."

Cheongmyung narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Lee Dong-baek.

"So?"

"If you allow, I'd like to work with you once again. This time, I don't have any special intentions like the last time.

Cheongmyung scratched his cheek as he looked at the transfer bag.

'Look at this?'

At least, I thought he had come to quarrel again. It's strange to not know that he was played at the hands of Cheongmyeong if he understood everything going on.

I thought I was going to run wild like a wild boar who got paid in advance, but Lee Dong-baek kept that fact buried and asked for secret service.

'I don't think it means that we're going to lose through secret dance.'

That's a pretty funny reaction.

"Hmm. What should I do?"

Bimura is to compare each other's ignorance in the first place. From Lee Dong-baek's point of view, it may be meaningful to do bimu with Cheong-myeong, but from Cheong-myeong's point of view, there was nothing to gain from Lee Dong-baek.

So there is no reason to accept this request... … .

"Well, it is."

Because there is no reason to refuse.

Qingming stood up. And he pointed to the yard with his chin.

"From here?"

"Let's go where people don't see."

"Uh-huh. Don't be afraid. You're not trying to be sneaky, are you?"

As Cheong-myeong pretended to slit his neck, Lee Song-baek sighed.

"Swordmaster. I'm not an idiot. It's unbelievable, but I already know that the swordsmith's inaction is superior to me."

"like?"

Cheong-myeong looks at Lee Dong-baek with an interesting face.

"You didn't tell me. I wanted to know what happened to me."

Qingming gave a subtle smile.

“You will regret it.”

"It's fine though."

"Yeah, well. Okay. Let's go then."

When Cheongmyeong stepped off first, Lee Song-baek followed him with a firm expression.

Lee Dong-baek exhaled low.

nervous.

Lee Dong-baek wasn't nervous even when he was under the death penalty, but even when he was secretly dancing with his master or his classmates, but when he saw Cheong-myeong standing in front of him, his heart felt like it was beating three times faster.

'small.'

He carefully opened it again, and he was still a child.

Of course, it's a little embarrassing to call him a child now, but that doesn't change the fact that he's at least ten years younger than him. If you were the last son, would he be his youngest son, Sajil?

'At least one distribution difference would be over.'

One distribution is the difference between a teacher and a disciple.

In principle, Lee Song-baek, the second disciple, can receive his third disciple, Cheongmyeong, as a disciple. Of course, it is difficult to receive a disciple at an age when you should be focusing on your training.

In other words, now he is holding his sword to face someone who is a disciple.

Yet something?

What is this pressure?

He just recognized Cheong-myeong as an enemy and put it in front of him, but a pressure he had never felt before was weighing him down.

'Why am I so nervous?'

It feels like a sword against the elders. Even if that kid couldn't be in that class.

In fact, no anticipation is felt in Cheongmyeong now. And I don't feel the strong will to defeat the opponent.

He was just staring at the transfer bag with his wooden sword hanging down.

Lee Dong-baek bit his lip and strengthened his resolve.

'I'll have to see it with my own eyes.'

what he saw

'Do you feel good?'

Cheongmyung made an interesting face as he looked at Lee Dong-baek, who was shaking with his sword.

Right now, Chungmyeong poses no threat to Lee Dong-baek. However, Lee Song-baek is unable to relax as if he had met a criminal in front of his eyes.

It's a pretty sharp feeling.

'I might become the best sword in the future.'

In the past, when Chongmyeong was that age, were there people of the same age of Jong-nam who had similar senses?

Well. I do not know.

It was a time when I wasn't particularly interested in other people. Because I was busy enough just to sharpen my own sword and avoid the long sentence death sentence.

But, even though I don't know, I can't think of anyone with a sense like that. Great sense means you can see more, which leads to potential.

'Atmospheric deformity.'

You may not stand out much right now, but as you get older and practice more, you will start to step ahead of others. And in the distant future, it might be called the best sword of the last class or the best sword of the last class.

But the sad thing is… … .

'I was born at the time I came back.'

Qingming gently raised his sword.

Shall I teach you something as an apology?

"Aren't you coming?"

When Cheong-myeong shakes her head and points her sword, Song-baek shudders and backs away slightly. Then he clenched his teeth and pulled his body forward.

The sweat dripping from his forehead shows how hard he is working now.

After taking a deep breath several times, Lee Dong-baek struggles to open his mouth.

"Can I ask you one thing before you split the sword?"

"Yes. Anything."

"Who the hell is Sodo?"

"...is it the name of the volcano?"

Lee Dong-baek clenched his teeth and said.

"How could that be. The swordsman must not have learned the sword not long ago."

I polished my hair for a hundred years until I became white, you bastard.

And when I was your age, I slapped you on the finger!

Cheongmyung was nauseous and lost his appetite.

It feels like a slight foul, but I don't feel guilty about it. The Qingming of that year was actually stronger than the current Qingming.

It has been less than a year since the current Qingming started training, and he is progressing more slowly as he builds the foundation.

However, in the past, Cheongmyeong had sharpened her sword for over ten years by this time, and had reached a point where no one dared to stand up among the late indexes.

So there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

"The world is inherently unfair."

“……”

"But that doesn't mean that you don't have a chance either. The important thing is to believe in your own path, isn't it?"

“You mean that if I believe in my sword and work hard, I will be able to defeat you someday?”

"Ah. Maybe."

Qingming waved his hand.

“When a bird is trying to follow a stork, its crotch is torn.”

“……”

"But it's okay. You won't feel ashamed that you can't win against me. Rather, you'll know it as an honor to have shared a sword."

"I'm crazy. It's crazy."

Lee Dong-baek's eyes slowly sink.

As he talked, he seemed to have relaxed a bit, and his face was gradually returning to that of an uninhabited man.

"Be careful. I know I'm short, so I'll do the best I can from the start."

"However much."

Lee Dong-baek slightly twisted his sword to the side.

Seeing that movement, Chongmyeong narrowed her eyes.

'What?'

Even a small change in black can change the texture. Jongnam is a sect that basically pursues precision. There is no case to twist the sword. Showing the sword blade and the sword face to the opponent at the same time is a method mainly used in Hwangeom (幻劍).

okay.

volcanic method.

"I will deal with you with the Twelfth Sulwhasoo Ceremony."

"Twelve Sulwhasoo?"

Qingming tilts his head.

Did Jongnam have such a martial arts?

When it comes to descendants, the basics are the Thirty-Six Swords and the Taeeul Spectral Swords.

Apparently, he invented something new while he was away.

"I'll go!"

"Yes."

"Taaaah!"

Lee Song-baek screamed and rushed to Cheong-myeong.

Cheongmyeong looked at such a conveyance bag with slightly gloomy eyes.

'Now, what shall we do?'

Shall we cleanly trample other juniors from the cotyledon? Or will you teach them to make them grow well?

'Ttt, no matter how bad my personality is.'

I don't know if I'm an elder or a great disciple, but I don't like to trample on a child like that. First, teach... … .

That was the moment.

Lee Dong-baek's sword causes a heavy change.

It's never fast, but it's heavy; it's not flashy, but it's colorful.

A change that is different from that of Jong-nam, which Cheong-myeong knew until now, unfolds before his eyes.

And, seeing the change, the face of Cheong-myeong immediately contorted like a demon.

"this……."

The wooden sword of Qingming was swung forward vigorously without any change.

Aww!

In just a few days, Lee Dong-baek spurted blood and fell backwards with a binge.

However, Cheong-myeong was not satisfied with that and rushed forward without delay and grabbed Lee Dong-baek's collar. Then he pulls him right in front of his face.

Seeing the face of Cheong-myeong, who had turned into a demon in an instant, Lee Song-baek could not breathe and trembled.

"Where did you learn this bastard?"

"Koo, cool. That, what is that……"

"this……."

Cheongmyung bit his lip.

Twelve Sulwhasoo?

sounds like a dog.

Those words may deceive everyone else, but only one. You cannot deceive only Cheongmyeong.

Although the changes were dull and clumsy, the basic form of this sword was a sword that Cheongmyeong knew very well.

'Plum pollen (梅花紛紛).'

Volcano Sword. A sword representing the volcano.

A sword that is said to contain all the essence of a volcano.

Twenty-four plum blossoms.

The twenty-four plum blossoms sword technique, which has now been practiced even in volcanoes, was unfolded in the hands of none other than Lee Song-baek.

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