Return of Mount Hua Sect

It will become the sword that represents the volcano. (5)

The power on the sword circulated more smoothly.

From the shoulder to the fingertips, it felt full of energy.

Even in his own evaluation, he was in the best condition today. It's not that easy to show off his skills as it's a secret dance that takes the name of a clan, but he was clearly wielding a sword that was superior to when he was training or practicing.

okay.

Obviously it was.

The way the sword drew was extremely accurate, and the distribution of internal force was as precise as measuring with a ruler. He even felt that everything on the offstage was completely controlled within his senses.

It was a refreshing feeling that I had never felt in my life. Now, it makes me think that it would be worth competing against his death row, Mujin.

But... … .

Mu-yeon's face was stained with suspicion.

'Why don't you fall?'

His gaze turned toward Yoon Jong. Yoon Jong, who was now obscured by the sword, was in danger.

It is not that Mu-yeon is overestimating her own swordsmanship. Anyone who knows even the slightest bit of martial arts would say that Yoon-jong is now inferior.

But that fact again confused Mu-yeon.

'Is it dangerous?'

Doesn't that mean, on the other hand, that you're still holding out?

Although he did all he could to deploy his sword, and the sword was more superior than usual, Yoonjong was holding on to his sword skills.

He was only one of the three great disciples of Huashan.

'Is this possible?'

Of course, Yun Jong, a disciple of Hwasan, was great enough to admit.

Such was the attitude, effort, and perseverance. Even he wanted to imitate him.

However, no matter how great Yoon-jong was, it was not enough to transcend the twenty years that Mu-yeon had lived before.

At the same age, I don't know if Yoon-Jong could surpass him, but at least he wasn't his opponent now. it shouldn't have been

'But why... … ?'

Why don't you fall?

At that moment, Yoonjong's upper body staggered once more as if he was about to break.

It was twisted like a tree bent by a blowing typhoon. However, he soon returned his trembling body to its original place, as if overcoming the wind.

As if to fall, as if to fall, do not fall. never.

An indescribable emotion began to bloom in Mu-yeon's heart.

He was now developing the Taecheong sword technique with all his might. Even among the great disciples of the shaman, there are only a few who can get the Taecheong sword technique that he put his best effort into.

But Jong-Yun Yoon is persevering.

The durability is also lacking. The perfection of the sword is not even comparable.

No matter how I thought about it, this was impossible.

twitch.

Muyeon's fingertips trembled lightly. The sword path, which had formed a perfect flow, was slightly disturbed, and the energy that had flowed gently like circulating water was slightly shaken.

Muhak is, after all, written by people.

No matter how perfectly ignorant you are, your mind is impatient the moment you are young.

Mu-yeon's heart, who had been as quiet as a lake throughout the rain, began to ripple.

It was hard to see this as Mu-yeon's fault. Because everyone is embarrassed when they encounter something that goes beyond their common sense.

'no!'

Moo-yeon, who came to her senses quickly, was startled and tried to regain her composure.

However, it was not as easy as one might think to regain a once shaken heart. The figure of Yoon Jong, who perseveres with swordsmanship, has been engraved in his eyes like a painting, but how can he regain his composure?

"hook!"

After a short exhalation, Mu-yeon grabbed the sword tighter.

'No need to rush.'

It was he who was completely victorious.

Just because your opponent endures a little more doesn't mean the result will change. Literally, it is only a slight delay in winning the match.

so… … .

One was that moment.

In the midst of the powerful sword flowing like a torrent, the sword trembling with difficulty slowly appeared. It looked like a new shoot sprouting from an old tree.

And then, from the tip of the sword, which was bent as if to break, a pale red flower quietly bloomed.

'Plum?'

I have already seen this sight.

In the previous match, didn't Jo-Geul show the plum blossoms in full bloom?

However, the plum blossoms in front of me now have a slightly different texture from the plum blossoms I saw with a jogger.

A little more modest, a little more modest.

But it was a plum blossom that never faded.

No one will say that plum is strong. A flower that easily fades even with a child's hand gestures, shakes in the wind, falls in the rain, and does not even survive time.

The plum blossoms that bloomed were crushed by the waves of black energy.

But it rose again.

Even if you fall again, again. Even if it droops, dries and twists, eventually the plum blossoms through the winter and waits for spring to bloom again. Although the flower may be weak, the life of the plum is incredibly strong.

That sword contained that very life.

The plum blossom that embraced life caught Mu-yeon's gaze and did not let go. It's like sucking him in.

Muyeon's eyes began to grow bigger and bigger.

Seeing the flower blooming from the tip of the sword, Yoonjong clenched his teeth.

'It's a little late.'

It was the five swords that first started learning the plum blossom sword technique. And Yoon Jong was the last to bloom among the five swords.

Even when hundreds of thousands of flowers roamed the world, the flowers of Yoo Yi-seol quietly spread and spread, and Jo-geul's sword soared freely in the sky, he could not even bloom half a plum blossom.

I had no choice but to realize the difference in talent that was hard to keep up with.

However, Jong-Yun was neither disappointed nor disappointed.

'Is the plum tree living to bloom?'

Someone might say so.

It is said that plum blossoms, bears fruit, and lives to pass on to the next generation with the fruit. That is the cycle of life.

But that's just the law of the world.

Do plum trees really live to bloom?

'Is that possible?'

The logic of the world seemed too heavy to him at times.

Drawing the bigger picture, looking into the distance, and systematically preparing for the future suited only others.

Yoonjong was just busy getting through the present. It was also a luxury to have time to think about tomorrow. I used evil to somehow grab hold of the difficult day-to-day and not be pushed away.

Wouldn't the plum tree be the same?

Do you have any grand intentions to make flowers bloom? Do you have a great ambition to bear fruit and pass it on to future generations?

just persevere and survive. Isn't that intense day-to-day succession and eventually achieving what we didn't want?

So this flower is not very grandiose. It is nothing more than a struggle to avoid being pushed out of a heavy life.

The skin on the forearm that could not withstand the pressure of the sword burst and blood was splattered everywhere. Yoon-jong's body staggered, hurt, and shaken.

Even so, the hand holding the sword was only strong.

Even if you have no sensation in your hands, you can wield a black sword. Even if it feels like his shoulder is being torn off, he can wield a black sword.

There is only one way for a tortoise to catch a rabbit.

When the rabbit is resting or sleeping, it is diligently teasing its short legs without resting. For him, the short leg was this sword.

“Ugh… … .”

A moan that could not be completely swallowed leaked out through the mouth.

It was really long and difficult for Yoon Jong-eun to smoke a single plum, which is easy for some to bloom.

He puts all his heart into one song, and draws it out like he's slashing the soul.

In the rushing torrent, the plum blossoms, which contained all of Yoonjong, were swept away helplessly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Even the rapids increased their momentum, and the energy of pure white tension raged like a dragon climbing a huge river.

However, in the midst of this, the plum blossoms of Yoon Jong revealed their buds one by one, and in the end, the plum blossoms that grew into dozens or hundreds of plum blossoms gathered together and put their heads together.

As if withstanding the cold wind, the tightly closed plum blossoms firmly withstood the torrent.

Twenty-four plum blossoms sword method (梅花忍冬).

His plum blossoms are not splendid plum blossoms.

It is a plum that has endured the winter of the world and finally welcomes spring.

The clustered plum blossoms pushed away the rushing sword. It was a sharper and more powerful sword with added momentum, but strangely, it did not feel as vivid as before.

'Hold on!'

Rooted in the earth, the flower buds face each other to overcome the stinging wind. that's seolmae (雪梅). It is a plum that blooms in winter.

'Hold on!'

Suddenly, a loud shout erupted from Yoon-jong's mouth.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

The plum blossoms, united like steel, took the torrent. It stumbles and shakes, but it stays firmly in place and never pushes away.

"this… … !”

Embarrassed, Muyeon bit her teeth tightly.

That's not a wall. It's not even Taesan or the vast sea. It is just a plum tree blooming in the middle of a field.

But why is this sword not able to cut down a single plum tree?

'no!'

His eyes gradually contorted and turned red little by little. Two blood-stained eyes stared at Yoonjong as if it would eat them.

“Take it down!”

exudes energy

“Crush it!”

push the sword

“It’s broken!”

Even though he was attacking, a blue energy surged like a beam of light from the tip of the smokeless sword that was rebounded.

"Ah!"

Then, Muyeon's eyes widened. It wasn't Yoon Jong who was looking at him. It was a sharp, pure white sword that followed the torrent of sword energy that rushed toward Yunjong.

The sword, clearly different from the previous ones, flew to Yoonjong, splitting the swords that preceded it.

“Oh, no… … !”

Before the scream-like voice could even burst out of his mouth, the sword swiftly turned towards Yoonjong's plum blossom.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

With the sound of the explosion, blue swords and red plum blossoms were scattered in all directions. A huge storm of energy covered the non-stage.

“Wow, back off!”

“み!”

The disciples of the shaman and the disciples of Hwasan, who were watching from the surroundings, reluctantly retreated. The impact of the explosion was so great that it swept up to where they were.

'result?'

'How are you?'

Everyone felt it. there is no back This match is now divided.

After a while, the thick fog lifts, and the one standing is the winner.

'Who are you?'

'Who's standing?'

In the silence, everyone's eyes were fixed on the non-stage.

Then the wind blew and pushed the dust away.

There was only one person standing tall on the non-stage.

“… … .”

Baekcheon smiled and nodded his head.

'I can't help it.'

The person standing was smokeless. His complexion was pale and tired, but he was clearly standing on his two legs.

On the other hand, Yoon Jong missed his sword and was kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily. No matter who looked at it, the outcome of the match was clear.

'You fought well, Jong-ah Yoon.'

What is so important about the outcome of a match?

Baekcheon looked back at the disciples of other volcanoes. Seeing Yoon Jong kneeling, everyone was in tears with their teeth clenched together.

'Everything that needs to be told has been delivered.'

No one can blame Yoon Jong for his defeat. That was a more valuable defeat than a victory.

Just as Baekcheon was about to open his mouth, Muyeon, who was looking down at Yoonjong, calmly opened his mouth.

“What was Bimu?”

“… … .”

“Bimu (比武) is to compare each other's martial arts. And they are competing against each other’s discipline.”

There was a faint smile on his pale face.

“My sword lacked nothing compared to yours, but my ram did not reach you. As a swordsman, I should have worked hard on discipline before swords.”

Slowly shaking his head, he slowly put his hands in front of him.

“I lost.”

It was strange enough to be a voice declaring defeat. Everyone opened their mouths.

“… … lost?”

Baekcheon widened his eyes too.

What is this?

It was a battle that Mu-yeon had won. But why did he go ahead and admit defeat?

It seemed that Baekcheon wasn't the only one who felt that embarrassment.

“What are you talking about!”

A huge voice erupted from the shaman's camp. was a hypocrite

“You lost! Defeat! Why did you admit defeat to yourself? No matter who you look at, you win the game!”

“Elder.”

Muyeon shook her head slightly and said calmly.

“Please don’t embarrass me any more.”

His gaze on Heo San-ja was terribly silent.

“Even if no one else knew, there is no way the Elder could not have seen it. Isn't it?”

“What are you talking about now!”

Heo San-ja still raised his voice as if he could not admit it. Muyeon looked at him and said.

“I couldn’t overcome my impatience in Bimu a little while ago, so I slaughtered someone who was twice as low as me.”

"you… … .”

Heo San-ja opened his eyes as if he was speechless.

I'm not surprised to hear that you used salsu. I was shocked that those words were taken out of the hearing of so many.

Unsurprisingly, a small murmur began to be heard nearby.

Muyeon said in a resolute voice without shaking.

“This is something that should never happen in the business of learning from each other. As soon as I return, I will go to Confession-dong. I must have long forgotten that there was something more important than a sword.”

"this… … .”

Heo San-ja grinded his teeth, but Mu-yeon looked away from him without any regrets and looked at Yoon-jong.

“Thanks for letting me know.”

“… … I don't think that's ever happened.”

“It’s not just the words that tell. I have learned a great thing from your posture.”

Muyeon smiled softly.

“When I come to shake off this delusion of heart, will you hang out with me again?”

Yoonjong nodded quietly.

Muyeon smiled and swore.

“I learned well.”

“… … I learned well.”

Looking at Mu-yeon's back, Yoon Jong let out a sigh that he had been holding back.

'That's a famous disciple.'

After acknowledging defeat plainly, he does not leave a single trace of regret. Like the sword he used, he was like a flowing water.

dump.

In the end, Yoon Jong, unable to stand it, sat down on the spot and looked up blankly at the sky.

A clear sky without a single cloud looked down on him.

'Anyway, I survived once more.'

will follow Today's day is another tomorrow.

And one day he will shine.

It was the moment when Yunjong, the third great disciple of Hwasan, achieved a dignified victory over Muyeon, the great disciple of the shaman.

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