Return of Mount Hua Sect

I think the volcano has changed something. (2)

"Twitter. It takes a lot of work."

He climbed the mountain with a face that he did not like Cheong-Myeong at all.

"It's so slow."

Qingming let out a deep sigh.

He had never raised his disciple in his previous life.

Even the death sentence of Heungmun, who was desperate to somehow roll the cheongmyeong, did not dare to ask him to raise a disciple.

Hearing death sentence was said to the priests who were worried about what would happen if the swordsmanship of Qingming was not passed on to future generations.

- I'm worried about that too. However, since I'm a human too, I can't possibly have a disciple under him. It's something that a person who has been wearing iron knives can't afford to do it. What the heck did the children who became his disciple commit a crime that deserved such punishment? If you are truly a Dao who cultivates the Way, such harsh words are not in your mouth.

Since then, the priests never once asked Qing Ming to accept disciples.

'I feel bad thinking about it. these guys?'

What am I doing? I'm growing up so well!

Of course, it takes a lot of dirty work.

Raising the three great disciples of Qingming was not so different from teaching an adult to walk while holding a child.

If there is another, one thing. A child can walk on its own if left unattended, but they only understand what a toddler is until they hold onto their feet and take them off one by one.

"Ouch. I should die rather than get sick."

As a result, it took more time than expected, and as time went on, there was not enough time to practice. Now, I am almost at the point where I have to give up my manual sleep to make time for my practice.

Qingming takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky.

"Jangmun death penalty. Do I have to go this far? It's easier for me to just play the drum and play the janggu by myself."

- Well then.

"Hey, really!"

Qingming let out a deep sigh.

He, too, was well aware that recovering the volcano's film was impossible on his own.

Blowing out the name of a volcano?

You can even do that by yourself. But can't Qingming live forever? He doesn't need a movie that disappears when he dies.

What Qingming has to create now is the spirit of a volcano that will continue even if he disappears.

A film is as glamorous as flower petals, but it fades quickly, and although the spirit is not revealed like the roots, it makes the tree come alive.

"I know..."

Where could that be so easy?

Cheongmyeong was pale and ate his appetite.

As he climbed the mountain to organize his thoughts, he arrived at Naganbong Peak. Chongmyeong's gaze quickly scans the surroundings.

'Then she won't come, will she?'

The time is now in the second half. It's time for everyone to go to bed. No matter how crazy you are in cultivation, you will not come to practice outside of prose at this time.

Of course, we met later that day, but that was the day she returned to the volcano.

"No?"

Cheongmyeong, who looked around thoroughly, raised the wooden sword wrapped around his waist.

His eyes, which had quietly stretched out his sword and took the upper position, slowly subsided. His playful eyes when teaching his children disappear, and the eyes of a swordsman who has been through countless battlefields with his sword takes its place.

'Regain the old me?'

no. That's not enough.

Qingming broke all the foundations. He denied the history he had built up in his previous life and filled it with new ones.

to go further.

But that alone is not enough. His history changed, but the sword did not. If the sword doesn't change, his sword will only get stronger.

A little bit stronger, a little bit faster. so nothing changes

'Did I defeat the devil?'

no.

If Chun-ma had not exhausted his energy after the joint efforts of those who climbed the mountain, Cheong-myeong would never have been his opponent.

It was said that it was the first sword in the world and the first sword in the world, but the loser who could not win even a single one of the heavenly demons was Qingming.

'What if I could defeat the heavenly demon alone?'

If that was the case, no one would have died.

Both the executioners and the priests must have returned safely and protected the volcano. It must have been a peaceful daily life, with the death penalty Jangmun chasing Qingmyeong, and his priests secretly reaching the death penalty.

The fact that everyone died in Daesan Mountain and the collapse of the volcano would not have happened if the blue sky had been strong.

regret?

It's not like that.

I don't have a hobby of holding on to the past and weeping. The problem lies ahead.

'Where is the guarantee that no one like the heavenly devil will appear again?'

Perhaps a more terrible person than the heavenly demon may again aim for the stronghold.

In order to protect the volcano from all these crises, we must become strong. More than anyone else in the world, more than the clarity of the past, and more than that angel!

For that… … .

The sword of blueness has reached its near perfection in the past. Still, he couldn't resist the devil.

'Why?'

Because he didn't sharpen his sword further?

no.

"No matter how sharp a tiger's claws may be, it cannot catch a flying bird."

Because I couldn't cross the limit.

Heaven's ignorance shattered everything he believed was right. As if ridiculing Cheongmyeong, who thought that the end could be reached just by following the path paved by the ancestors.

Just like a person with his feet on the floor looking at a flying beast in the sky, he had no choice but to gaze at a place he could never reach.

If you want to jump over the heavens, you must first jump over your past self and fly in the sky.

But how?

Cheng's eyes narrowed.

'Discard.'

but don't throw it away

It can only be filled when empty. Hana Cheongmyeong emptied everything as she was reborn. If so, now you have to refill it.

So what will you fill?

Volcanic? Or is it clear? If not... … ?

“It doesn’t matter.”

The sword of clarity begins to move slowly.

Protect the things of the volcano? Abandon everything in the volcano? Or is it that of clarity?

- It's all obsession.

right. execution.

If filling is natural, throwing it away is also natural. There is no need to ponder and decide what to fill in and what to discard.

Purple.

Don't the black flow know?

do not set limits

The moment the sword decides what to take and what to throw away, the sword is bound to be trapped in the limits it has created. just leave it alone Wherever the sword wants to go. And as Qingming wants.

The sword of Qingming drew soft arcs.

At the same time, plum blossoms begin to bloom one by one in the sky.

Although it is a plum blossom of a volcano, it was different from what Qingming had drawn so far.

A little more lively, a little more gentle.

It stretches out, scatters, and then settles down.

From movement to movement and back to movement.

The plum blossoms that started at the tip of the sword bloom profusely. Soon, the pure white flowers that bloomed enough to cover Naganbong Peak brought spring into the late night.

Soft, quick, dazzling and beautiful.

However, the plum blossoms wither after a while.

At Naganbong Peak, where everything seemed to be quiet again as if it were a fantasy, only Cheongmyeong with her sword hanging down was silently closing her eyes.

'Something seems to be caught.'

Couldn't germinate. But I feel like I've got a clue.

Although it is a volcanic sword, it is a sword unique to Cheongmyeong that surpasses any other volcanic sword.

A sword that can go beyond his limits and go beyond the limits of volcanoes to new places.

“Whoa.”

Qingming let out a low sigh.

'It can't be easy.'

It's not about inventing a new swordsmanship. It's about opening new frontiers. It is still a long way off even for Cheongmyeong. Just as the history of Chengming grows with him, this sword will also grow with him.

Now it is just a plum blossom peak.

But someday... … .

"I……."

"Hey!"

Suddenly, the sound from the side came from the side, and Cheong-myeong was sobered that he retreated to the side.

"Wow, Shiba! What!"

Suddenly, someone else was standing at Naganbong Peak. Chengming, who was frightened, rolled his eyes and confirmed the person's identity.

'… … Wasn't that the girl last time?'

you… … . you… … . what was u

Oh right! Yoo Seol! That was the name.

Uiseol was looking at Cheongmyeong with a subtle gaze. With a slightly relaxed eye.

'No, but how can he get away from my attention and come all the way here?'

No matter how unselfishly he spread his sword, is his cheongmyeong for nothing? Even in the midst of trance, it is clear that you can feel the vital signs in the surrounding dozen or so as if you were holding them in your hand.

But the way he caught his presence last time and the fact that he came to his side without any problem now, is there something strange about this woman?

'No, she's mastered some assassin drink! How can you be out of sight?'

Come to think of it, even though it is right in front of me, the presence is strangely faint. If you deliberately try to feel it consciously, you don't feel it well.

If you see people with your eyes and listen with your ears, there is no problem, but this is what happens because you are more familiar with your senses than with your five senses.

Seeing Yoo Yi-seol staring at him, Cheong-myeong was deeply concerned.

'How do I fix this? How far did you go?'

For now, let's look at it... … .

Then Yuiseol slowly opened her mouth.

"Plum..."

I've seen it all.

to rot.

Her head tilts slightly to the side. She has a face that says she doesn't understand what she sees.

yes yes

do not continue to understand

Qingming smiled brightly.

Anyone else would have been puzzled, but who is Chungmyeong? Unprecedented accident in volcanic history.

Hearing Death Penalty commented that, since the beginning of the history of the volcano, there were more accidents by Qingming than there were accidents before Qingming's initiation!

For such a Qingming, such a thing is nothing!

First of all, naturally. Naturally, as if nothing happened.

Yui nodded her head toward Seol.

"Accident. How are you?"

As Cheong-myeong takes one step closer, Yu-seol twitches.

huh? why tremble?

Seol Ui looked at Cheongmyeong with her slightly serious eyes.

"Murder?"

"Are you crazy, is this?"

“……”

Ah… … .

Naturally, it crossed the water.

Cheongmyung, who had unknowingly had taken a double bath, raised her hand and covered her mouth.

Another white porcelain boat is still coming to the volcano, but this woman says why did she come in advance and bother people so much?

Now there is only one way.

Qingming waved her hand and hurriedly escaped her drop-off rod.

"Then let me go!"

"Ah... wait!"

A voice was heard trying to catch him, but Cheong-myeong ignored it. When you can't justify yourself in words, it's best to avoid it unconditionally.

Yoo Yi-seol's hand stretched out toward Cheong-myeong's back and then slowly lowered.

"Plum..."

She looked at his back with her dazed eyes and clenched her fists slightly.

"I was cold!"

This is clearly a clear mistake.

But if you think otherwise, it wouldn't make any difference if he was caught. If she told everyone what she saw, no one would believe it.

But from now on, you have to be careful. If there is only one witness, you will hear that the witness is crazy, but if there are only three witnesses, you can summon a tiger.

'When the white porcelain ships return, I'll have to be careful about training.'

Ah… … .

Isn't it just training?

Qingming nodded his head with a determined face.

"I have work to do before the white porcelain boat arrives!"

He began to descend at a quick pace towards the gate.

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