Chapter 93

“Brother, where are you going again?”
“Haha. This time, I’ll be back soon.”
The wall, which I could lift in a flash, now had to be lifted with a lot of effort.
“Dean, you were supposed to tell me about that lightning strike!”
He did.
His face winced as if he realized how badly I wanted to hurt him. I stuck out my pinky finger to stroke his hair.
“I’m sorry, I promised you, but I had to go away again. But when I return, I’ll be sure to teach you the sword.”
“……really?”
“Really.”
“Promise!”
The smile on Walli’s face as he held up his pinky finger reassured me. I thought I’d be traumatized by the hostility and murder of the white mines and bandits, but I was glad I’d gotten over it quickly.
“Wall, will you see this?”
My teacher, Namgung Yeol, taught me.
“It’s called the Six Heavens, the four directions of heaven, earth, and the four directions of east, west, south, and north, but it has a different meaning in the Southern Palace. The Six Directions, which includes the stories of Chang Tian, Chang Gung, Thunder, Wu Ai, Dai Yan, Heavenly Wind, and the Six, can truly be described as the Southern Palace. However, it is a hard and arduous path to enter, and that’s why we need Guides. ”
He praises the six stories.
“Woohoo…… brother.”
“Difficult.”
“……I don’t know what you mean.”
At those words, I secretly smiled. Of course it’s difficult, it’s the South Palace Wall of the previous life I lived once.
It was a talent I was familiar with, so I could understand.
“I’ll show you. The Six Swords. You don’t have to copy them right away. Think, think, think.”
“Ung!”
I raised my wooden sword and formed an iron sword cross. I had already shown it to him, but I did it slowly. In the hope that Walli would understand.
Then it hit me.
Than to unfold the sword quickly.
I realized that unfolding the sword slowly.
I realized that it was more difficult than anything else.
“Don’t be impatient with the achievements in front of you. You have said that the way is to be free, to be uninhibited in your actions, and to be a continuation of the process. ”
The words of Kwangseung come to mind. As I unfurl my sword, faithful to the basics, I am reminded of the words of the master.
I opened my sword to teach, and it transformed into enlightenment.
It was the first time I felt this.
Thinking of that, I unfolded my sword.
Flick, flick.
With a hand the size of a penny, the wooden sword began to mimic my form. At first, it smiled with delight.
Hook, hook!
The tip of the sword gained strength. I quickly expanded my stance into an iron sword eclipse, heavy sword speed, and then an iron sword double, foot sword speed.
I slowed my sword to a crawl and then quickly extended it again, as the wall moved in time with my slow movements.
There’s no way it can keep up.
Whack! Whack!
I thought I had it all figured out, but it didn’t take long for it to catch on.
“……Wallah.”
“What?”
“Can you tell me how to do it?”
“Um…… I’m just following along…….”
At the same time, a faint aura was felt in his body.
“Have you learned the art?”
“Ugh! Grandpa Yeowool taught me! I wanted to imitate you, so he taught me!”
“May I examine your wrist for a moment?”
“Mmm.”
Grasping her slender wrist, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the aura of the Great Duke flowing through it, not the broken one, but the intact one.
“……How long have you been cooking?”
“Mm.”
From the mouth of Wall, who was thinking to himself.
“I don’t think it took me more than a day!”
I let out a weak laugh. I couldn’t help myself.
In my previous life, when I was the Namgung Byeok, my days were ruined by my lack of experience and late sword skills.
My talent was never.
It was never lacking or insufficient.
It was just.
In my previous life, I thought my talent was insignificant.
It was just that in my previous life, I considered my talent to be insignificant.
“Is it bad?”
Seeing the worried expression on her face, I hastily smiled. Yes, the current Walli is different from me.
But what does it matter if I’m feeling down now?
As long as Walli grows stronger, leads a better life, and keeps her mother healthy, what more can I ask for?
Tsudam Tsudam.
“You’re lucky, Wall, you’re so lucky.”
“Hehe, really?”
“Yes, Wall, you’ll catch up to your brother in no time.”
“Hehehehe!”
With an instantly cheerful expression, Walli swung his wooden sword wildly in the air. His distraction turned him into a little boy, but I smiled at the possibilities.
I wasn’t just saying that.
In time, Walli could become one of the leading swordsmen of the Southern Palace.
No longer the swordsman of the Southern Palace who traveled from battlefield to battle, barely earning a day’s pay.
As a swordsman of the Southern Palace, a swordsman that many swordsmen can look up to.
* * *
“Eighteen gates, eight mountains, eight directions. Namuamitabuddha.”
“It is said to be half of the Southern Palace.”
The words were short and simple, but the three men and I saw much in their eyes. I was amazed at the ironclad aura that these monks, so young as I was, carried.
When I saw that they, too, were looking at me with shaky expressions, I opened my mouth.
“I think I know ……whether the monk was referring to the Blue Dragon of the Southern Palace.”
“I heard that your name is Sword Sheng, and that you show new hope for the Zheng Sect. I am honored.”
The Blue Dragon of the Southern Palace.
Sword Sheng.
They all mean me.
To hear my name being mentioned by the people of the Gu Sect, the people of eighteen hundred and ninety-nine, was simply astonishing.
It could be like this.
They’re talking like that.
“Oh, shit. Shut the fuck up and pick up the pace.”
“…….”
The three monks fell silent like rats. How could such hard men be so intimidated by the blunt monk that they didn’t say a word back?
Just looking at their diamond-like, stone-like bodies was enough to make one admire them, but the monk seemed to think that even that was meaningless.
“Senior.”
“Look at him. There are a lot of eyes here, and you can’t call me that.”
I spun around in disbelief. There were three people in monk’s robes, Kwangseung, me, and Black Ho.
“What’s the matter, you’re not going to call me this or that anyway.”
Kwangseung blew out his nose as if he was full of energy at my words, but I pointed to the sun.
“The sun’s going to set.”
I don’t have much time, and I’m criticizing his attitude.
He was about to say something else when he shut his mouth tightly and shook his head as if he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Where’s the sword king or something, and why is only that creepy guy here?”
Perhaps the only one who could do this to him was Kwangseung.
If he had heard that, he would have been excited.
Kwangseung, who was looking at Black Lake and clicking his tongue, turned around,
“Hello?”
The woman who had suddenly appeared stuck her head in front of him, and he backed away in surprise.
It was Pang Hyang.
“You must be Pang’s child.”
“How do you recognize her at a glance?”
“Aldamada. It seems like only yesterday that Ho Tae-do was saying that he couldn’t take disciples because Fang was feeding him.”
“Was it?”
I wonder how many people in Kangho can speak of Ho Tae-do’s Pang Gak like this.
Pang Hyang looked at Kwangseung in disbelief, but I replied that I was used to it, having seen even the Grand Prince and his uncle treated that way.
“Senior.”
“How did you come to meet the Fang family’s child?”
“Something happened.”
“Aha.”
Kwangseung grunted and shed a tear, then flicked his pinky.
“Is this yours?”
The noble little finger I had shared with Walli before I came here was instantly defiled.
I looked at my face, frowning, and tried to shrug it off as a victory lap.
“Yeah, this.”
I hold out my pinky.
“No, I don’t know. Do you know how many things have happened to me since I’ve been here?”
Pang Hyang seemed to be quite pleased with himself, dressed in full court regalia.
I gestured to the light robes I wore and the matching dark-colored jiangpo.
“Everyone around here thinks we’re newly married, ho ho ho ho.”
Deng added that he had been mistaken and misunderstood as a bodyguard. But it didn’t seem to bother him, and he smiled.
Seeing the two of them, I was dumbfounded. What is this.
But I wasn’t the only one, even Kwang Seung-ja looked embarrassed by the bold woman’s response.
I felt an inexplicable feeling of embarrassment in my heart, but when I saw his dumbfounded expression, I felt cool.
I felt like I had hit him in the face. Hmmm.
I was sick and tired of being teased by him, but I could see why he was teasing me.
Anyway.
I coughed and tried my best to avoid Pang Hyang’s fresh smile.
It was so easy to say something like that.
What if someone misunderstood me?
“They don’t even know the world yet, they’re just a bunch of dumbasses, but they’re all snitches anyway, so it can’t be helped.”
The man who had captured eighteen Shaolin warriors, three of them at once, and turned them around, grumbled.
“There are still some humans who can’t go here.”
At those words, I looked back at Black Ho, who scratched his head in humiliation.
“Old man, I’m still thinking…….”
“Yeki, I don’t mean you, I mean me, you bastard.”
It was ridiculous. It wasn’t just me, but also Black Ho, Fang Xiang, and the eighteen monks.
We all had the same expression on our faces. A sense of inner intimacy was building.
“Let’s just do verse one. Senior.”
“Hmph!”
I followed the whirlwind walker out of the room, unable to stop laughing.
“By the way.”
I had to ask. I looked up and saw where he’d stopped walking.
Bigger than a mountain.
Through the mist, I could feel the ethereal aura of the mountain.
“I’ve been wondering why I’m here, and now I know why.”
I realized that I had arrived at Mount Kunlun. I realized that I had arrived at Mount Kunlun, but I hadn’t heard the reason why the eighteen Shaolin masters had said that I should come here.
Then I couldn’t help but stiffen my face. The monk said.
“Mado. It’s the call sign of the Devil. Or perhaps I should say, the manifestation of the Heavenly Horse.”
……Mado.
And the manifestation of Heaven.
Me, Fang Xiang, and Black Lake.
At the same time, the three people who already knew, the eighteen others, all had stiff expressions.
It was only when they looked in front of Mount Kunlun that they realized it was real. If they could see even the slightest trace of Balhao.
……What should I do?