Return of Mount Hua Sect

who's raining? you are now lost (5)

'Is that guy crazy?'

Baekcheon couldn't contain his absurdity.

Cheongmyung is walking with his head tilted to the side. It looks like the back alley moored boat is threatening the civilians.

There were only two reasons why Baekcheon was bewildered.

One is that the way he plays like the rookie boat of Cheongmyeong suits him so well. And the other was the fact that the person Qingming was threatening was none other than Baek Cheon.

'Unless you lose your mind?'

Baekcheon is the private residence of Qingming.

Of course, as far as this secretariat is concerned, I will do it with distribution and nothing.

The important thing was that there was a difference in the distribution of Baekcheon and Cheongmyeong.

Baekcheon entered the volcano when he was younger than his current age. In other words, it means that he has been learning martial arts for over fifteen years.

On the other hand, what about Cheongmyeong?

'It's only been half a year since I started.'

Even if he learned muhak from his mother's womb, he could not have learned muhak for more than a hundred thousand years. In other words, even if Qing Myung's talent is comparable to that of the Dharma ambassador or the Sambongjin man, it is impossible to beat the 100 thousand now.

Talent should also have at least time to be expressed.

If talent alone could break through the wall of time neatly, who would make the effort to learn martial arts?

'But what was that reaction?'

However, Cheong-myeong is acting as if it is natural for him to defeat Baek-cheon. I'm so confused I can't even speak.

"...you're really crazy."

"Hey, no. You're crazy."

"What?"

"Are you going to argue with me unless you're crazy?"

If the people who were entangled with Qingming in the past were here now, everyone would have nodded their heads in line with Oh.

In Jongnam, a demon descended from a volcano, and in a shaman, Cheongmyeong was called the one and only Gaechaban in Tao history. Qingming's fame pierced the sky, but his infamy covered the earth.

'Daegil.'

Qingming released his hand.

Surprisingly, Chung Myung doesn't like violence very much in the first place.

huh?

What have you done so far?

That's because if you don't lose, you won't listen.

For Qingming, violence is only a means. What he ultimately wants is for everyone to know how to do it well, without having to touch him or force him.

If that's the case, then why would he dare to use force and use force? It's a problem because it doesn't work.

But now, Cheongmyeong is starting to want to use violence as an end rather than a means.

"Your self-indulgence knows no bounds. My hands are poisonous, and I'm resentful..."

"Go ahead."

"...what did you do now?"

Qingming shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t normally like to talk a lot before a fight, but you listen.

"To the end of this guy!"

Baekcheon grabbed the sword.

He didn't want to waste any more time.

'I'm going to give up my early days.'

Baekcheon grinded his teeth. No matter how bad it is, you can't cut a priest with a sword. But he can be beaten with swordsmanship. Now that this has happened, I was thinking of urinating even if we just made eye contact in the future.

Baek Cheon grabbed the sword and rushed towards the Qingming.

A hundred thousand swords quickly flew towards Cheongmyeong. A sword that is quite different from that of Yuiseol. At first glance, it may look similar, but it was much heavier and stronger than her sword.

In a way, it is the right path itself.

It is a sword that minimizes the colorful changes that are the basics of volcanic swords and takes advantage of the strong taste. With just one second of swordsmanship, Qingming understood the propensity of Baekcheon's sword.

'It's weird.'

Jongnam threw away their swords and tried to resemble the splendor of the volcano. On the contrary, Baekcheon reduced the splendor of the volcano and kept the honesty of Jongnam in his sword.

'I have to.'

When you think about it, it's normal.

The sword is always changing. And the direction of that change is a little more advanced. We have no choice but to aim for a better-looking state.

In the heyday of the volcano, Jongnam, who was crushed by Qingming, would have thought that the splendor of the volcano was the answer.

On the other hand, the two great disciples of Hwasan, who were crushed in Jongnam's heyday, especially through the Hwajong branch, desperately realized the gap, would have considered Jongnam's sword as the correct answer.

Trying to resemble each other is understandable.

one!

'Pathetic things.'

Cheongmyung narrowed his brow.

Does this mean that he learns the sword of the Jong-nam because he has nowhere to go? Anyway, I don't like this bastard at all.

'A guy who can't digest what he owns covets someone else's?'

I'll probably have to let you know. What volcanoes have.

Then a hundred thousand rushed in and swore.

"I'm going to change your habit today."

And Cheongmyung clenched his fists as he watched Baekcheon rushing towards him.

"my!"

Put his right foot back one step.

"The habit!"

His back is twisted back.

"Until now!"

And the fists pulled back are stretched out like a bouncing forward.

"No one fixed it, you bastard!"

proud

The Fist of Cheongmyeong penetrates through the changes in the name of the sword created by the sword of Baekcheon. A book that stretches at an accurate angle and at an appropriate speed, aiming between change and change.

Baekcheon widened his eyes as he saw the fist of Cheongmyeong breaking through his sword.

easy to say What's the point of shoving his fist in the change of swordsmanship that cuts off his arm just by touching it?

From Baek Cheon's point of view, it felt like his ghost's hand protruding out of the sword.

But there wasn't much time to be surprised.

Whoops!

Baekcheon's jaw returns as it is.

Dumpling.

You hear a squeaking sound behind your neck. For a moment, consciousness flew away and returned.

When he came to his senses, his body was bouncing too far back.

'What?'

What happened?

The sense of reality disappears. Even as he bounced off, Baek Cheon was unaware of what had happened to his body. And the distant sense of reality instantly overtakes him.

Koo!

"Bye!"

The moment his body fell to the floor, an indescribable pain engulfed his entire body.

"Shut up."

A crooked back is rather good. The real pain radiates from his jaw.

Baek Cheon grabbed his chin and moaned.

Learning martial arts is not so different from getting used to suffering. It's not only the pain that pushes the body to its limits, but also the frequent cases of injuries from fighting and fighting.

But this was unlike any pain he had ever suffered. It really feels like a new world of pain is opening up.

"Wake up, ma'am."

Cheongmyung tilts his head left and right and approaches Baekcheon.

Seeing this, Baekcheon stood up from his seat. Then, his eyes widened as if in surprise.

"Hey? Are you awake?"

do you want to wake up

As he was enduring the pain he felt in his jaw, Baek Cheon felt like his heart was being sucked out just by understanding the current situation.

Still, he desperately calmed his trembling legs and raised his sword.

You can feel the bitter taste of blood in his mouth.

"Uh, how?"

Thousands are not stupid.

The exchange of blows that occurred a while ago is by no means a coincidence. There is no one in the world who will push his arm into the sword in hopes of his luck.

In other words, it means that the sword of the hundred thousand was clearly seen in the eyes of Qingming.

"How to freeze to death."

Qingming looked at Baekcheon as if pathetic.

"Your original swordsik was made on the premise of change, and the change was reduced as you wish, don't you think there are no loopholes? These things know one and don't know the other. Of course, there are gaps!"

Bleeding blood stood in Baek's eyes.

"No, no one has found such a gap."

"Yeah, because the people you're dealing with are so arrogant. If you had become an elder right now, would you have noticed it right away?"

is not it?

Huh… … . What is the level of elders now? uh?

let's go

"You mean my sword is wrong?"

"Huh."

Qingming said as if he had nothing to think about.

"Now, based on that, you should be able to get ahead of others a little bit. But as time goes on, your priests will start to outsmart you, right?"

"How did you know that! You're just a beginner! I can't believe it."

"Ah. Whatever it is."

Qingming smiled bitterly.

The disciple of Hwasan is committing the same mistake that Jongnam did. And Qingming understood why this was happening.

'Now is not strange.'

Perhaps in the Qingming era, the same thing happened countless times. At that time, however, Qingming simply did not know what kind of consequences such a change would bring.

He had a lot of experience and experienced a high state of mind, so he had an eye to understand how the sword would develop. Seeing those who were just making swords with those eyes, things they had never seen before began to appear.

"Thank you for being a disciple of the volcano."

"What?"

Qingming raised his wooden sword.

I think I'd like to smash it with my fists, but aren't I still a cute disciple of the volcano? Even if you lose, if possible, in a direction that will help your development.

"Don't worry. I'll beat you with a sword instead of a fist. C'mon, because I'm so kind."

“……”

Are you crazy?

No, I think you're crazy, right?

Seeing the bewildered Baekcheon, Cheongmyeong took a deep breath.

"Some say that the purpose of the volcano sword is to resemble plum blossoms. But that is what those who are not familiar with the volcano sword say. The volcano sword does not imitate the plum blossom. The volcano sword aims..."

Chungmyeong, who had been speaking seriously, suddenly made an impression.

"Oh, I don't know. Do you understand that you're listening? It's easier to understand if you get hit with your body. Go!"

"Uh, huh?"

Baekcheon took a step back without realizing it.

However, the speed at which Cheongmyeong was rushing was twice as fast.

Baekcheon swings his sword and slams the rushing Cheongmyeong. The instinct he had created as a swordsman was swinging the sword faster than his head.

But at that moment, Baekcheon saw.

The image of Cheong-myeong's fingertips shaking slightly, and then his wooden swords swell into dozens and fill his field of vision.

'Hey, what is this... … ?'

"lower body!"

Aaaaaaah!

A wooden sword strikes Baekcheon's shin. Literally, Baekcheon opened his mouth at the pain that was brimming with tears.

But it's not over.

"wrist!"

Aaaaaaah!

The sword of Cheongmyeong struck Baekcheon's wrist, which was holding the sword precisely. From his wrist to his hand, it felt as if he had almost lost his sword.

'Bur, Bertie... … .'

At that moment, a sound that he did not want to hear penetrated Baekcheon's ears.

"Head! Head! Head! Head! Head!"

Why not once, nigga?

bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!

Baek Cheon, who was hit by a series of blows that seemed to explode his head, opened his mouth and passed over to Mo.

He had an idea that dominated Baekcheon's head until the moment he fell.

'Why say five times and hit six times?'

It was a question that could not be solved even at the moment when consciousness flew away.

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