Chapter 46 Do you have a personality problem

Chapter 46 Do you have a personality problem?

It’s been exactly five days since the three Guyang siblings began their sword training, emphasizing passion, hard work, and grit.
“That’s it!”
One of the Mundos who had thrust his sword down shouted, “Get the hell out of here!” as the floor of the training hall pounded.
You have finally succeeded in unleashing your sword wind.
It didn’t have the speed or power to be anything special yet.
However, it was quite an accomplishment to be able to realize and cast it in just five days.
Soon, one after another, Mundo begins to emit short bursts of energy through his sword.
“Ah!”
“See? I finally got it out!”
“Me, too!”
“Wow…… I haven’t felt this accomplished since I picked up a sword!”
“Ha-ha-ha, this works!”
All those excited voices.
A little more time passed, and the rest of the group cheered as they succeeded in unleashing their sword winds.
And so, without exception, the Mundos achieved their goal right on time, just in time for Chul’s deadline.
The haze has turned into a bustling marketplace.
“Look at that, I’m all happy. Hehehe.”
When Ip Hwan stopped sharpening his blade and laughed, Gyomukgak lowered his hand from the knife and smiled.
“Yes, Elder. Isn’t that a good example of the Seven Eightfold Path?”
I am proud of Mundo for his determination to get up eight times even if he falls down seven times, and for his persistence in achieving this goal.
“The three cusps who taught me so carefully deserve praise.”
“Yes, that’s right, look at the look on their faces. They’re doing it like it’s their job.”
As they spoke, the faces of Gu Yangtian, Gu Yangzi, and Gu Yangyin were more radiant than ever.
It looks like a rewarding expression, but it’s really…….
‘ Ah ! Sa , I survived ! Barely Crisis ‘I escaped !’
“Phew…… I was getting a little nervous about the lack of progress!
“This is what it’s like to be an old man, and I don’t want to go through this again!
Not quite the same minds that the collaborative was talking about earlier.
It’s not that I wasn’t proud to get the results I wanted, but I was more relieved.
It was inevitable.
If we didn’t finish the sword wind release training today, all three of us would be in a living hell of 10,000 full body twists.
-Well, if you die, I’ll bury you somewhere over there.
Recalling Chu Liuhui’s words, the three brothers breathed a sigh of relief and muttered the same thing to themselves.
‘Well, I’m sure he didn’t mean it, but at least we got over the hump.
An indifferent voice that catches your ear.
“What, did it work?”
Chul Ryuhyeon’s voice suddenly appeared in the theater.
Turning his head, Gu Yangtian exclaimed happily.
“Hahaha, Lord Moon, look, everyone is now capable of unleashing basic sword wind!”
“Uh, I guess so.”
A grim-faced messenger strode across the stage, panting.
“My lord, I have finished digging the pit as you instructed, and it is large enough for three men.”
In one hand, he holds a shovel full of dirt.
At the same time, the three Gu Yang brothers’ faces turned white.
“No! You’re really going to bury us when we die?
At that point, Chulleuhyeon said casually.
“I don’t need it.”
“Uh, well, do you want me to fill that…… back in when it comes back?”
The Lioness is furious.
Damn, what a waste.
I’m not sure what you’re asking me to make a pit for.
“Leave it alone.”
“Yes?”
“You’ll need it again sooner or later.”
Chu Liuhui glared at the three pinnacles in disbelief.
“That’s amazing, you did it in five days.”
The three Guyang brothers are silent.
Heh, more power to you for giving such a ridiculous order in the first place? On a different note…….
It’s kind of scary.
A chill runs down my spine.
Look at that emotionless expression.
Ominous foreshadowing, as usual, is a good thing.
“Isn’t five days of training for sword qi emission enough?”
The three cusps looked like they had given up on life.
Hey, iron fiend.
We’ll just go in the pit on our own.
Hana turned on her heel and walked away.
“We’ll have company later, so everyone get dressed.”
Huh? Who’s coming?
The group shook their heads, and then suddenly their faces changed.
“What the hell, another enemy we don’t recognize!
That was the case then, too.
Get ready for guests.
When a group of elite members of the Angelic Chamber, led by Gulmahun, the White Sword, swooped in.
But I don’t think there’s an enemy on the way, given the fact that you’re told to dress up.
The vaguely familiar co-op asks.
“Lord Moon, is this a visit from someone from Tamu Moon?”
“That’s right.”
“Oh, right, one place, but which one?”
“Baishan Gate.”
“……!”
The moment when the troupe’s complexion changed.
“I didn’t call you.”
“Yes? Then…….”
“They come to me because they want to be educated.”
With those words, Chuliu Hsin disappeared beyond the smoke screen without a backward glance.
* * *
Decades ago.
Ten-year-old Chuliu Hsin lost his parents to the plague and was taken in by the village chief.
After a couple months of that.
When the Hundred Swordsman Sa Gongyun visits the village headman’s house, he encounters Chul Liuhun in a dire situation.
That was the beginning of a relationship.
-It’s not usually hard to live alone at a young age without a family, I’ve been there, I know it. I will be your new family now. Learning martial arts will help you in your future. What do you think, will you follow me?
Drawn to the warmth of Gongyun’s hand, Chu Liuhui was officially initiated into the White House Sword Gate.
It was only three years.
The time it took for Chulyu Hsin to grow from an ordinary Mundo to become a full-fledged fighter.
He wasn’t a genius or a prodigy, but he made up for his lack of skill with greater effort.
Then came the envious and jealous.
And one of them has been plaguing the iron trail.
Lee Du Huang.
A pupil of the Borderer, a priest of the Four Clouds.
Yi Duhuang, who was initiated even earlier than Chu Liuhui, was not only a martial artist, but he was also wild and impatient.
Eul’s enemies were all the same, so it was okay to give him the death penalty on the outside, no matter how he felt on the inside.
But Sajil Iduhwang was different.
He would be gentle when his superiors were watching, but when no one else was around, he would come with a group of my people and abuse and beat them.
I almost enjoyed it, knowing full well that Chullehyeon is not usually a snitch.
When I hit him, I deliberately aimed for his torso to make it less obvious.
He was four years older and had a higher martial arts level.
That’s why I felt more jealous and envious of Chul Ryuheon, who was below me.
-What kind of a foe is this, that you can’t even do martial arts better than me? Heh, I don’t care about your potential for improvement…… your current skills are more important.
-Dude, why don’t you tell me what I did? Is it because you like getting beat up? Cringe.
-I’m telling you in advance…… that if the day ever comes when you become a master, you will leave this place without regret. Ka-ak, pow!
Hana took it all in stride.
I tried to control my emotions like a grown-up and wait for a later date.
It was my intention to prove my credentials by building up my strength through hard work and then give him a chance to reflect and embrace.
It was believed that a disciple of the Hundred Moon Sword Lord should have that kind of support and distribution.
As such, we felt it was important to seal the conflict.
In fact, the downfall of the Four Horsemen was triggered by a major feud between factions thirty years earlier.
He credits his teacher, Gongyun Sa, for his upright upbringing.
Of course, if Chu Liuhui’s nature was bad to begin with, he would have developed a hatred for Yi Duhuang as soon as he came into contact with him, no matter how well he was taught.
“Huh, that’s what he was, the original owner of this body.
Chu Liuhui, the current Martial Spirit Sword, laughed softly as he walked along the stone paths of the Yue Zhong Battlefield.
Yi Duhuang and his band of followers left here five years ago.
I followed my teacher, Borderline, who decided he was tired of the old life and left the country.
In the end, Liu Heng had no choice but to send Yi Duhuang away in vain, hoping to give him a chance to repent.
White paper.
The aforementioned place was the Mumun, which had been set aside by the priestly bordermen of the Shagongyun.
Technically, it was an offshoot of the White House.
Because.
This is because the roots of the Baeksanmun martial art were the Baeksan sword discipline.
The borderman changed the herbs of the first and second swords only slightly and packaged them under the name of the Hundred Mountain Sword Method.
Some people said it belonged to the White House, but Baek Sanmoon denied it.
‘I’ve seen their faces again since the funeral of the Four Horsemen.
The purpose of Baek San-moon’s visit was clear as day.
A request from the top.
Yes.
He had predicted and calculated this situation and visited the top of the Hong Mausoleum.
Iron Flowing Trace, no, Mu Xin Sword muttered to himself as he reviewed the memories of his former body’s owner that lingered in his mind.
“I know your response was uncharacteristically assertive for your age, but I’m going to do it my way.
Yeah, a debt is a debt.
Something with a title.
It represents the people.
The prestige of the gods is directly related to the prestige of the gods.
Now that he has borrowed the body of Chul Ryuhyeon, he must organize everything for his future endeavors.
It’s not in your spiritual aptitude to bury past humiliations and shame.
We’ve seen it countless times over the last thousand years.
If you don’t step on them beforehand, they’ll try to crawl up your ass every time they see an opening.
‘Political party? I don’t give a shit, I’m just me, a martial artist.
It’s almost time for True Education.
* * *
Thirty or so swordsmen walking down a forest path in two long lines.
At the front of the row, you see a middle-aged man with a mustache and a man in his mid-twenties with a wide face.
He was the Bai Shan Gate’s bordersman and his first disciple, Li Duhuang.
“Here we go. I never thought I’d find another White House checkpoint in half a year.”
“Master, I hope it’s not the case that you don’t remember our faces, or that you have some sort of aftereffect from being a plant person for so long…….”
“You already said you recognized Choi Danju at a glance, that can’t be right.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure he’s thrilled to be the new owner.”
“Why don’t you make a formal request for a stay of execution?”
“Hoo-hoo. I’m good, as long as they don’t mind.”
“First, find out what the top brass wants to know.”
“Yes, I see, I’ll have to test the strength I’ve gained from my recent elixir.”
When the borderman heard Yi Duhuang’s words, he smiled, looked off into the distance, and thought for a moment about the past.
-Priest, why do you depart as you are? Please join me for the revival of this door…….
-Hush! I’m done with it all! Revival or whatever, death penalty or whatever you want to call it, I’ll find my own way to live!
-Priest!
-The end of the line! We’ll see! This damn place probably won’t last ten years! Pair!
The borderman didn’t regret it then.
‘Hey, Un……, you died before the old man, Mr. Ip, who was laid up in a heap, and now look at the state of the White House, and that little bastard is running the show. It’s a shame. He’s been trying to get some cilantro to contribute lately, but it’s all for nothing. A maggot cannot become a butterfly.’
Baek San-moon and the others finally arrived at the Baekak checkpoint.
By the way.
“Huh?
Everyone looked toward the side of the main entrance in bewilderment.
It’s weird.
Why is the tombstone of the White Gumbo Dodae Dam standing there?
“That’s weird. How is this…….”
Shaking his head, Lee Du Huang approached the tombstone.
It reminded me of a habit I’d forgotten about.
A palm stroking the surface of a headstone.
I used to touch it this way once in a while when I was a White House security guard.
All in the moment.
……
Suddenly, the headstone tilted and cracked in two, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud.
At the same time, Yidu Huang’s face turned white and bleached.
“Whoa, what’s going on?
The same goes for the reaction of the border guards and others standing behind us.
Then.
The door slammed open, and out stepped Chulryuhyeon, dressed in his customary uniform.
“Ugh! Liu Heon, it’s been a while…… Oh, that’s not me.”
In response to Yi Duhuang’s unceremonious greeting, Chuliu Heng gave him an impassive glance.
“You dared to break the Inquisitor’s tombstone?”
“What?”
“Do you have a personality problem?”
“It was just a touch! What bullshit…….”
A clenched iron streamer snapped at Yi Duhuang’s jaw, lifting him up and slamming him to the ground.
Boom!
A brain-shattering shock.
“Turn it off…….”
He fell to the floor and groaned.
Pods
Iron Liu Heng’s right foot moved like lightning, crushing his opponent’s ribs.
Woodduck-!
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 47 (47 of 552)