Chapter 934
The entire Baekrin Army began to shake.
A festival commemorating the complete recovery of Uigukbaek Jegalin, the master of the Baeklin Army, will soon be held.
‘But that doesn’t remove the one in the aorta.’
The stent installed by Jin Cheon-hee is still in place.
Since he has completely completed the microcosm, it can be said that he has already left the realm of humans.
You may be able to absorb it if you want to, but seeing as it is left as is, it looks like you will have to wait until it undergoes complete transformation.
Even so, the oral syllables no longer bother Master.
No matter how much cold invades the veins.
How can you stop someone who has ascended to the far reaches of the realm?
‘Originally, he would have to break away and become a immortal, but…’
It seems that he was restricted in some way to lower his level by one level.
But now the sky has loosened enough for Mujon to come out.
He wanted to pass on his martial arts to his disciples.
Funny.
Absolutely.
In fact, Jin Cheon-hee herself could not absorb anything properly.
In the meantime, I could have accepted whatever the Master taught me.
Even if I transformed my body and used the Xuanyuanzhendanshingung, the logic was too distant.
‘…It’s far. If it’s this far away, should it be considered a different world?’
I felt nothing but despair.
The next day, for the first time, Jin Cheon-hee realized how difficult the early morning haze was.
As I realize that even if I move my creaky body, there is no way to reach that distant state, the only thing that comes to me is pain.
‘It’s ridiculous. Master rarely held a sword… How is it that a disciple is so different?’
Still, it didn’t stop.
I couldn’t let go of the sword.
Because if I gave up here, everything I worked hard for would fly away like a grain of sand.
‘I never thought I would live in despair due to differences in talent.’
Yeo Ha-ryun is showing off her abilities to the next level.
I purely congratulated Yeo Ha-ryun on her accomplishments.
Cheonwoo can see anything and gain insight into anything.
How proud Cheonwoo was of his eyes.
Sima Hyeon immediately imitates martial arts that he has seen even once.
I always thought it was so cool that I was amazed.
When I saw the distant martial arts of Mujon.
I realized that oral transmission of novels does indeed exist.
But why?
‘Why do I despair of becoming a teacher?’
Even if it is a path that cannot be followed, this one step is not meaningless.
To the subject who has always said that he is not a Kang Ho-in but a lawmaker.
‘That’s ridiculous.’
Empty!
I lost my wooden sword.
It was unusual for a swordsman to miss a wooden sword.
‘What is martial arts?’
For the first time.
It was the first time Jin Cheon-hee approached martial arts seriously.
It was a feeling that he, as a member of the National Assembly, had only after seeing what he could not obtain.
I couldn’t let my teacher see this black thing.
‘What is martial arts?’
Didn’t you just think of it as killing people?
I didn’t know that it was my teacher and no one else who would show me that that was not the case.
At that time, Yuho walked over.
“Are you going to prepare for the festival?”
Jin Cheon-hee said brightly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
“Oh, that’s good~ Leave the cooking to me!”
Today is a day to celebrate Master.
There was to be no disruption.
However.
‘So, where do humans reach with martial arts?’
One question kept coming back without stopping.
* * *
Jin Cheon-hee was truly a cooking factory.
He seemed to be planning to pass on his dumplings to the entire population of Baeklin County, and was cooking them up at an incredible speed.
Just dumplings.
Tang, fried rice cake, Japanese confectionery, taffy candy.
Even snacks other than birds!
‘I want to try making something like citron medicine. I.’
The food was prepared with the skill of a god.
“Lord Incinerator, aren’t you going to collapse like that?”
Later, some people started to worry, but Jin Cheon-hee waved his hand.
“Oh, it’s okay. “I’m fine.”
In times like these, it’s better to be busy.
Because I don’t want anyone else to see this ink-like inside.
Five-colored dumplings, stewed chicken stuffed with boiled eggs, and rice bowls are spread out everywhere.
For three days, everyone was happy, playing and eating.
“Oh, the performance trophy is coming!”
Performance groups from all over came to add excitement to the festival.
“Such a skilled prosecutor!”
“Your face changes more than ten times with just one sleeve!”
From swordsmanship to tightrope walking acrobatics.
Some people stacked plates on top of each other and passed them around, while others put knives in their mouths and performed amazing performances with fireworks.
Zhugelin enjoyed watching such performances.
“So Hee is still in the kitchen?”
Yuho responded to his words.
“yes. “He said he wanted to focus on cooking for his teacher.”
“…Your thoughts will be complicated.”
After saying that, Zhuge Lin closed his mouth.
In order to protect his disciples, he had to create the world they wanted.
A life that worries about that child and lives for that child.
In the end, Muhak also melted into it.
When I came to my senses, I realized that it had become something that the child felt was the most utopian.
It was natural to be mesmerized.
In order to protect that child, it eventually became that child’s ideal.
It was natural to despair.
I realized that there was no way to reach that ideal.
Didn’t you once secretly protest as a member of the National Assembly, saying that martial arts is a tool to kill people?
So did he.
That child is the head of a martial arts club, and most of those who receive martial arts from that child are those who have been physically injured by someone else’s martial arts.
A simple cut takes several hours to be sewn and attached.
There were many scars that it was impossible to guarantee whether they would heal.
The martial artist who looked so secretly at me.
Nevertheless, it was a martial art that had to be learned in order to protect one’s body.
The object of love and hate that I couldn’t put into words.
‘It showed me the utopia I had been dreaming of.’
Martial arts to protect something.
What Jegalin showed was the space itself to save people.
It wasn’t a problem that could be hidden.
Because that wasn’t Jegalin’s way in the first place.
‘Have you seen a wall of talent?’
Are you in despair?
Does it feel like I’ve swallowed lye?
Pisik –
Jegalin smiles slightly and looks down at the wagashi in front of him.
Rabbit Japanese sweets.
The citron sediment has turned into a dandelion and is hanging between my ears.
It was almost too cute to eat, but the spirit that created it must have been like a demon.
“Are you going to leave the bastard alone?”
“You should leave it alone. “That too is a process of growth.”
“growth…?”
“I don’t know about you, but to be a strong person, you have to face a wall, overcome it, and feel all the five desires. “The five passions and seven passions become martial arts and a will to save the sword.”
“You’re annoying.”
“okay. It’s an annoying but necessary process. “That guy has been climbing over walls with surprising ease.”
Yuho asked.
“Then what happens if I don’t get over it?”
“What does Kang Ho-in think? “If you don’t get over it, you’ll just die.”
Zegalin picks up the Japanese snack with his hand and swallows it in one mouthful.
An exciting bite.
“Can the bastard climb over the wall?”
“well. I don’t know. However, if you continue to pursue martial arts like me… that will be impossible.”
“That’s cruel. And then you show me what you want. “I have to take a different path.”
Zegalin nodded.
“okay. He’s a terrible teacher. I am.”
There was never any way to deny it.
He said, taking a sip of tea.
“It’s also time for him to admit it honestly.”
“What is?”
“Even though he says he hates martial arts, he actually pursues it more earnestly than anyone else.”
Ultimately, a strong person must constantly overcome walls.
Before crossing the wall, a true strongman must swallow everything, including despair, fear, and jealousy, and struggle in the midst of the hardships.
If Kang Ho-in cannot overcome the despair filled with five passions and desires, he will be broken.
Whether your mind is broken or your body is broken.
Okay.
Because what hurts the most is the heart.
Surprisingly, breaking the body is just a terminal part of life.
After that was death, and this was also peace.
That is Geomro (劍路).
It is martial arts.
“Aren’t you going to help me this time?”
“It’s impossible. No matter how much I do, there is no way to solve this. This is a problem that arises in the heart and a problem of intention. “It is the essence of martial arts that one cannot help but experience because one is a strong person.”
So swallow it.
Swallow it and move on.
If you don’t, it will break.
Zhugelin closes his eyes.
“….” Is
the body or the mind the first to break in the face of despair
?
