Return of Mount Hua Sect

It will become the sword that represents the volcano. (4)

The fingertips seem to be crushed.

No, not just your fingertips.

Regardless of arms and shoulders, the entire upper body felt stiff as if a heavy bell was placed on it.

That sword hadn't even reached the tip of Yunjong's sword yet.

It was truly terrifying, and it was a history that had to be expressed, and the momentum was so strong that I could even feel fear at first glance.

A completely different kind of pressure weighed on Yoonjong than he had experienced with other powerful players.

'It's definitely different.'

Although strong, it cannot be compared to the Bishop of Magic. The power of the bishop was so powerful that it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was literally a natural disaster.

But if there's anything else... … .

'This is the only thing I have to endure alone.'

It is different from the one that Chong Myung fought together. It's not a fight that supports Jo Geul's back and is led by Baek Cheon and Yu Yi Seol.

Whether victory or defeat would be entirely up to Yoon Jong.

'So you can't lose!'

Woo woo woo woo!

The energy that rose from the danjeon circulated through his whole body with the gi-hyeol. After the day of taking additional Gongcheong oil and perilla perilla, Jong-Yun Yoon has been working tirelessly to make the history his own.

The fruits of his efforts are now young at the tip of his sword.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

The moment the rushing sword met the tip of his sword, it split left and right.

“ね!”

A moan escaped from Yoon-jong's mouth.

It felt like my arm was about to break.

It was like standing in the middle of a flowing river and wielding a sword to cut through the flowing river. In the first place, that was not possible. But now he has to make the impossible possible

. 'What would Jo Girl do?'

nothing to think about Like I showed you a while ago, he would have avoided the rushing force like a flying squirrel and stabbed his sword into the opponent's gap.

Yoonjong didn't have enough sense to grasp that momentary gap and launch a blow that risked everything.

Wow! Wow!

The sound of bones echoed from his wrist. The sword felt heavy, as if it were hanging on a lump of iron the size of a rock.

'What would you do if it was a private residence?'

that's cool too

There is no way to retreat to a hundred thousand. If he did, he would have pierced the sword that came rushing in like a river. I would have gone forward again by countering the force with force.

Yes, like a hero in a story.

However, Jong-Yun did not have such strength and genius.

“Cool!”

Something hot spurted out of his throat.

It seemed that something inside that could not overcome the pressure was bleeding. The stench of blood wafted over and pierced his nostrils.

'I don't have one.'

Yoongi's eyes narrowed.

If it was Yui Seol, he wouldn't have even made such a slow sword touch his body. He even had boldness, so he would have cleared the way while avoiding it.

Qingming? If it were a bastard, he would have crushed that conduit over his head and broke his head with his scabbard before he even lifted his sword.

But not for Yoon Jong.

Such brilliant talents.

Yoon Jong's gaze slowly returned. It was difficult just to receive the rushing energy, but I couldn't help but look at it. He didn't know how to turn away from the three great disciples who were looking at him so earnestly.

'So what do you want me to do?'

You say you don't have any talent, so you just lay down on the floor and watch the geniuses go wild?

funny sound.

“For me!”

He clenched his teeth and lifted his spirits.

“I have my own way!”

Man cannot resist the waterfall, nor can he stop the flowing river.

Because of this, in Baekcheon's eyes, Yoonjong's appearance now seemed very precarious.

As he was about to step forward without realizing it, after looking at him with a stiff face for a while, he reached out and grabbed his arm tightly.

Baek Chen flinched and looked back.

“Just watch over me, you genius yangban.”

“… … .”

Even in the midst of this, the gaze of Cheong-myeong did not move away from Yoon-jong from the very beginning. Baek Cheon said as if frustrated.

“Aren’t you too reckless! To face that power head-on... … .”

“A private residence, not the death penalty?”

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“You think so.”

Baekcheon lost his words and shut his mouth.

In fact, he knew it in his head. If he had been on the non-stage, he would definitely have tried to penetrate that energy head-on. Because that's the surest way to win.

But… … .

'Am I really ignoring Jong-Yoon Yoon?'

Cheongmyung smirked as he glanced at Baekcheon's seriously serious face.

“You can’t be so serious with a joke.”

“… … .”

“It is natural to think that way. It is still a heavy burden for the death penalty.”

“Why?”

“By the way, the death penalty of Yoon Jong.”

Cheong-myeong looked at Yoon-jong's almost invisible figure, now swept away by the sword, and said calmly.

“He is the one who has to carry that heavy load.”

“… … .”

Baek Cheon, who had been pondering for a moment, asked with a firm face.

“Why? Can't I and others help too? It's not that I didn't understand what you said, but this is... … .”

"no. I don’t understand Sasuk.”

Qingming shook his head.

“Sasuk is a person who will make the name of Hwasan a name for everyone. He is the person who should shine the most.”

"I am… … .”

“But Sasuk’s sword can’t last.”

The reason is simple.

Because Baekcheon is a genius.

You don't even have to be talented enough to make the world tremble. A talent that is just a little ahead of others. That alone will disqualify you.

“Help?”

"okay."

“Can the people over there fully understand and imitate Sasuk’s sword?”

“… … .”

Baekcheon's gaze turned towards the place where Qingming was beckoning. The three great disciples, looking at Yunjong with desperate eyes, were gathered.

Baek Cheon did not readily answer.

In the meantime, he has been training the second and third generations steadily. However, in the end, it was only limited to the basics, physical strength, and fighting, and he never taught a proper sword.

Reason?

Superficially, the volcano has a cloud sword and blue spirit.

But even a hundred thousand knew it from the bottom of his heart. that it is just a skin. He could not teach them properly. Because basic talent and understanding are different.

“It’s the same with private practice, accidents, and even the death penalty. All I can say is, why can't you do something that's so easy? I will never understand how people with ordinary talents learn swords in their lifetime.”

“… … So it can't be continued?"

"okay. Exactly, it shouldn’t be connected.”

Cheongmyung cut it off with a cold voice.

“The shamanism of the clan should be geared towards those who have the least understanding among those who enter. Martial arts, which only geniuses can learn, will eventually cease to exist and be put into practice.”

“… … .”

“A prestigious school is not a place where geniuses are nurtured. There are prestigious schools that make Beomjae strong, and only such places survive the flow of history.”

The most important thing in a school is not to nurture geniuses.

It is to raise ordinary people who enter without special talent.

The structure of the volcano now is extremely deformed. In order to improve his skills in a short period of time and increase his reputation, Cheongmyeong has focused on improving the skills of the Wu Sword.

It is natural to make talented people stronger, but there are also reactions to this.

'Is there anyone among them who has the will to overcome privately-death?'

Probably not. Because in the first place, they would think that they were born different.

Neither Baekcheon nor Yuiseol nor Jogeul are of any help to them. Because the method is so different.

The person who will give them hope is Jong-Yun Yoon.

Without any particular talent, he was called Ogum. The one who overcame all the difficult journeys of the five swords together without any great strength.

A person who is modest, does not glisten, and does his part just by persevering.

so that… … .

'You shine more than anyone else.'

The answer to the question of how to fill the missing talent is right there. Therein lies the milestone for what to do for those who feel inadequate.

Those who shine the name of a clan are geniuses, but those who lead a clan should never be geniuses.

'Jangmun Ji-jae.'

The person who will become a long writer must be the one who leads people like that.

It was because of that reason that no one in Huashan wanted to raise him to the position of a long writer, even though the Qing Qi was so strong in the past.

The place was for a hearing.

The long sentence of the clan is the place of those who can become a milestone for those who follow.

“Do you know what the biggest weakness of the death penalty is?”

"I do not know."

“You know it all too well.”

“… … What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, Cheongmyeong looked at Yoonjong.

'I know too well what I don't need to know.'

Yoon Jong already knows all of that. That he alone can show the way to other priests. And that his defeat was no different than that of other priests.

The burden on that shoulder would be heavier than the hundred thousand that carried the volcano at the forefront.

'Hold on.'

A moment of sadness flashed in the eyes of Cheong Myung.

This was something that Qingming could not do anything about. It's something I've never done before, and I can't do it.

This was something Yoon Jong had to do on his own with his own power.

“No worries.”

Jo Gul, who had been silently looking at Yoon Jong the whole time, opened her mouth firmly.

“There is no death penalty.”

The person who knows Jong-Jong best is Jo-Geul. The jogger said as she stared at the rain stage with unshakable eyes.

“It’s not just a death sentence to that extent.”

He knew that it was not from reason, but from faith. But for now, Cheongmyeong also just wanted to believe this.

When a strong force hits you, you don't fight it back, but let it go or avoid it.

'It's easy to say.'

It was a method that savvy people could choose. He had no other choice but to take it desperately.

But.

'I can do as much as I can endure.'

The feet should grip the ground more firmly than the roots of the giant tree, and the lower body should firmly support the body. Keep your back straight and keep the power drawn from the floor, and loosen up your upper body to let the pushing force flow out as much as possible.

okay. Like a single tree, like a plum tree that bloomed on that volcano.

'It was like that.'

I found out again.

What was the basic attitude that the private residences emphasized so much? What was the basis for that Qingmyeong telling him to get nails in his ears.

'I was a doin.'

The Taoist is one who resembles nature.

If you just follow the teachings that lead you, at some point he becomes a tree, and he becomes nature.

This was the teaching that the volcano had accumulated for hundreds of years, and it was the voice that he gave to his disciples.

'Know.'

His back is now being watched by the executioners.

However, there is no way that the will of the onlookers becomes his strength or anything sensible actually happens. Will is will, and strength is strength.

This is a battle that he has to endure alone.

clunky.

The little finger, which was firmly attached to the handle of the sword, eventually twisted in a strange direction and fell. It felt like the pressure was going to crush my whole body.

'What do you want to say to them?'

There was no such thing.

It was difficult to even just keep one body. How can he teach them how wonderful he is?

He just struggles.

Desperately, drawing out every last drop of energy! Even if a bitter typhoon swept through the mountains, even if branches were broken and flowers were torn off, the roots embedded in the earth continue to stretch out endlessly.

That's how trees live.

How many trees were there in the plum forest? In isolation, they are usually not particularly beautiful, nor do they produce unusually beautiful flowers. However, when each one of them gathers and blooms all at once, the mountain turns red and finally becomes a spectacular sight.

Whoops!

Even his ring finger was broken and twisted.

Although the vivid pain was felt, Yoonjong's expression did not change at all.

“Stretch out.”

And finally.

From the tip of the branch of the plum tree, which had been swaying as if it was about to be broken by a typhoon, a pale red plum began to bloom quietly.

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