Return of the Blossoming Blade Chapter 1497

Episode 1497. How dare you not follow it? (2)

Cheongmyeong stared at the tearful Hyeonpungsingae in silence.

It may sound strange, but Hyeonpungsingae’s passionate face gave Cheongmyeong a strange sense of comfort.

The consolation that what he did back then was not just in vain.

“…thanks.”

Therefore, these words contained many meanings and emotions. So much so that even Hyeonpungsingae, who hears this, can’t even understand it all.

“…Don’t say that, Geomzon.”

Hyeonpungsingae shook his head with all his might.

“How can you say that? This is a spirit that should have been given to Geomjon a long time ago. This is courage that should have been shown long ago. “Only after it’s too late… can I repay even a little bit of that terrible debt…”

Hyeonpungsingae bit his lips tightly, unable to finish his sentence. It was because it was difficult to suppress the fluctuating emotions.

After struggling to control his emotions for a while, he looked at Cheongmyeong and said. His face was full of sin.

“However, it won’t be that easy because I’ve neglected the opening for too long. Unfortunately, I have to borrow Geomjon’s hand…”

Cheongmyeong cut off the conversation resolutely.

“doesn’t care. All you have to do is give me directions on where to go. “It’s up to me to open the way.”

A small smile appeared on Hyeonpungsingae’s lips.

“That’s right. “Geomjon has always been like that.”

Suddenly, Hyeonpungsingae’s eyes slowly sank, as if he was tracing a very distant memory.

“…There are a lot of things I want to ask you and a lot of things I want to tell you… Cough!”

A dry cough burst out from his shriveled mouth.

“Huh…”

He laughed, lightly grabbing my heart with his dry hand.

“As you can see… I don’t have much time left.”

“…Hyeonpunggae.”

When Cheongmyeong was about to say something, Hyeonpunggae shook his head.

“Don’t look at me with such pitiful eyes. Geomzon did not reduce my command. Rather, you gave me one last chance.”

Hyeonpungsingae, with a faint smile, turned his gaze. What was at the end of my line of sight was a staircase heading down.

“And… I also have a favor to ask the Geomzon.”

“ask?”

Cheongmyeong’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“hmm?”

Cheon Sang-rooju, who was concentrating all his attention above, suddenly frowned. A faint noise leaked from the upstairs, which was completely blocked. This means that the curtain blocking the space between the lower and upper floors has been lifted.

As expected, a faint but clear sound followed.

“…come up.”

“yes!”

Cheon Sang-rooju immediately responded and spoke to Baek Cheon and his companions.

“I have to go up again.”

“yes.”

Likewise, everyone who heard the sound nodded.

As I went upstairs, led by Cheonsangruju, I saw Hyeonpungsingae lying on a bed in a dark room and Cheongmyeong standing next to him.

Although he didn’t look any different from before he left, the atmosphere seemed to have changed somewhat.

“Cough. “Cluck, cluck, cluck!”

“Master! Are you okay?”

As Hyeonpungsingae coughed repeatedly, Cheonsangruju ran away in a hurry. And in an instant, his face hardened. The situation was not good.

“You need to rest. “You’ve been awake too long.”

“…Okay.”

“no. More details later, but for now, let’s talk about Dafa…”

“Gwaa.”

“….”

“It’s enough now.”

Cheon Sang-rooju bit her lip gently.

“I… I did something really bad to you.”

“No, Master. How can you say that? “It is natural for a disciple to follow the will of his teacher.”

Hyeonpungsingae weakly shook his head towards Cheon Sang-rooju, who desperately denied it.

“I already knew. But I ignored it. “The fact that everything I wanted to do was ultimately achieved through your sacrifice.”

“….”

“Give into their wishes. After that, you can do whatever you want.”

“Master….”

“Can you do it?”

Cheon Sang-rooju, who was silent while biting her lip, soon nodded.

“I will follow your orders.”

“It’s not an order, it’s a request. “Can you listen?”

At those words, Cheon Sang-rooju closed his mouth.

Hyeonpungsingae did not urge him and waited quietly. Cheon Sang-rooju, who had been looking at the Xuanpung God Gae for a long time, finally opened his mouth.

“…I will do that.”

Xuanpungsingae stretched out his faintly trembling hand and grabbed Cheonsanruju’s hand. Cheon Sang-rooju just held those wrinkled hands together without saying a word.

Just with that small gesture, it was clear how much they cared for and thought about each other.

Hyeonpungsingae looked at Cheongmyeong and the five swords standing behind them while holding hands.

“It won’t be easy… but if they help us, we can do it.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And… I believe. Even though you have cooled down so much, there is still hot blood flowing inside you.”

Cheon Sang-rooju flinched slightly at those words.

“Gwaaya….”

“…Yes, Master.”

“I finally found out. “As long as you live, you have a chance to undo anything.”

“….”

“Maybe I didn’t trust you. “Now I realize how foolish I was…”

“Please don’t say that. “Master, you did your best.”

It was a firm voice. A faint smile spread across Hyeonpungsingae’s lips.

Sometimes the warmth conveyed through fingertips conveys more than a hundred words.

Since they have walked the same path of fate, there is no need to say any more. Because we understand each other deeply.

“Sword…Hyeop.”

Hyeonpungsingae said while looking at Cheongmyeong.

“He is a capable person… he will be helpful.”

Cheongmyeong quietly nodded.

“But the Swordsmen Association. As you know, the Swordsmen’s Association knows… the path that the Swordsmen’s Association must walk is a very difficult and painful one. “It will be a thorny road that never ends.”

It was a statement mixed with concern. Cheongmyeong answered bluntly.

“What can I do? That’s the only way. “You can’t just sit there in vain.”

“….”

“And there is no such thing as an eternal path of thorns. Because no matter what path there is, there is an end in the end. “I just go towards the end.”

Hyeonpungsingae’s eyes gently curved.

In the end, what he lacked may have been courage. Because he was afraid of the thorny path and sat down in front of it. If he had had the courage to go through that path, the openness and the world would have been much different from what they are now.

“…That’s right.”

In the past and even now, Cheongmyeong was that kind of person. Even though I know that it is difficult and difficult, I do not hesitate even though I know that if I walk that path, I will inevitably end up full of scars.

‘No, it’s not that I don’t hesitate.’

Even if you hesitate and hesitate, you are the one who ultimately follows that path. That is why so many people followed his back in the past, and even now, so many people look at his back.

“I believe it. “Sword…hyeon.”

Cheongmyeong nodded towards him.

Then, he headed toward the ceiling of Hyeonpungsingae. It felt like I was looking at the sky beyond.

“It’s been so long… and now… I finally have the courage to ask them for forgiveness.”

“…Shingae.”

“Gwaa…. I want you to open the window.”

“Yes, Master.”

Celestial Rouge rushed over without delay and opened a small window. It made a harsh noise, as if it hadn’t been opened for a very long time.

The night air rushed in through the wide open window. The wind, which felt cold to some and cool to others, swirled around, pushing out the air inside the stuffy room.

“The air is a little cold, Master…”

Cheon Sang-rooju, who was turning his head, suddenly stiffened.

Hyeonpungsingae’s eyes were closed as he lay on the bed. It was a relaxed expression that I had never seen before.

Cheon Sang-rooju bit the inside of his mouth.

It’s not right to shed tears.

Because Hyeonpungsingae is finally free from the pain that bound him. So it is better to burst out laughing.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Cheon Sang-rooju, who struggled to move her feet and approach the bed, carefully held Hyeonpungsingae’s hand, which was left to cool down.

You won’t know. No one.

How much this old man has carried on his shoulders and endured so far.

“…I will definitely fulfill your request, Master. So…”

Rest in peace.

The words I couldn’t say were buried in my heart. Cheon Sang-rooju grasped Xuanpungsingai’s hand tightly for the last time and gently bit his hand. And he spoke to Cheongmyeong and his companions.

“Can you… give me a moment? Take care of it…”

“Leave it there.”

“…yes?”

Looking back, Cheongmyeong was quietly looking at Hyeonpungsingae, who had fallen into eternal sleep.

“Those who die in battle are buried there.”

“….”

“That was the principle at the time.”

Cheon Sang-ruju’s shoulders trembled briefly.

“The war is over, but it was still a battlefield for that person. Because we have been fighting ever since. It’s not like a remnant of the times. “He is a warrior who continued the fight that everyone had given up on until the very end.”

“…Hwasan Sword Association.”

“So leave it there. “I’m sure you want that too.”

Cheon Sang-rooju bit his lips so hard that he blushed. If I didn’t do that, I felt like tears would pour down at any moment.

No one in the world had or could say these words to Hyeonpungsingae. Except for this one guy.

“…I will… I will do that.”

Cheongmyeong quietly nodded in response to the difficult answer.

A fresh wind still blew through the open window in one corner. Although it was too small and insignificant to communicate with the world, it was important that the window that had been closed for so long was opened at this moment.

It is none other than the will of Hyeonpungsingae.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Hyeyeon chanted briefly and began to recite. Hwasan’s disciples also chanted their own Taoism and paid their respects to Hyeonpungsingae as they departed in their own ways.

No one knows everything about what he has done.

But there was no need to know. Because he deserves respect just for his will to endure until this moment in this dark room.

“Let’s go down.”

“okay.”

Baekcheon hugged the body of Hyeonpungsingae with respect and turned around.

One person after another.

Soon, Cheongmyeong and Cheon Sang-ruju also caught a glimpse of Hyeonpungsingae and left the dark room.

“…I’m closing.”

I’m sorry.

As Cheon Sang-rooju moved the engine, the stairs that had come down slowly rose upward, and the door to the ceiling closed tightly.

Cooung.

Cheongmyeong stared silently at the closed door.

Now that door will never open again.

It may be a rather small and shabby tomb for someone who continued his fight alone even in the dark times.

However, Cheongmyeong thought that was the most suitable tomb for Hyeonpungsingae.

‘Watch from there.’

Cheongmyeong will prove that everything was not in vain. And everything that Cheongmyeong has done will be carried by the wind into the small, quiet dark room.

To the shelter of someone with a drop of blood that will never cool down even if it fades and dries.