<Episode 78: Entangled (4)>
It was when So Ye-rin the Six Heavenly Tiger and Dam Baek-ha the six-blooded saint of the Nine Blood Cults were having a long conversation.
Mara-hyeon the masked Geumwiwi who was worried that he would be punished for helping Mok Gyeong-un steal the underground Geumok prisoner thought it was fortunate and watched quietly.
Mara-hyeon’s gaze which had been silent like that suddenly turned to someone other than So Ye-rin and Dam Baek-ha.
That person was Seonghwaryeongju an old woman wearing a prisoner’s uniform.
The reason she first became interested in the Holy Spirit Spell was because of her age.
‘…How could such an old man be imprisoned in an indefinite prison?’
I heard that only the worst felons are imprisoned in Infinite Geumok.
I heard that the people imprisoned there were mostly high treason criminals or people who had reached an uncontrollable level but there was something strange about that old woman.
As expected there is no sign of him having learned any internal skills.
To say that he hid his martial arts skills even his steps were no different from ordinary people.
She said ‘What crime did I commit?’
And why did Mo Kyung-un take the author out?
While he was wondering Mara Hyeon who was staring at Seonghwa Lord’s face frowned at her.
At first I was just curious about who it was.
But strangely her face looks familiar.
‘weird.’
Did he happen to encounter a prisoner locked in the underground gold prison?
As for So Ye-rin the Yukcheon Ho she herself had never been assigned to the firing squad.
But why does her face look familiar?
After staring at her for a while Mara Hyeon’s eyes narrowed like needles.
‘I definitely saw it.’
Although it was very old and faint I have seen that old woman before.
Marahyeon who was trying to ignore this without much thought narrowed her pupils and did not move away from the Holy Fire Lord.
Marahyeon tried to remember her somehow.
Her instinct told her that she shouldn’t just pass by.
He was so obsessed with remembering her that he couldn’t even hear the conversation between So Ye-rin and Dambaek-ha.
Then
-Sigh!
Perhaps because she felt eyes staring at her Seonghwa Ryeongju unconsciously looked at Mara Hyeon.
Mara-hyeon and her eyes met like that and Seonghwa Yeongju wondered why that was so.
Even though he was already wearing a gold jacket I was instinctively avoiding eye contact but seeing him staring at me like that made me feel uneasy.
however
‘huh?’
Seonghwaryeongju’s eyes also narrowed.
I didn’t know it but I discovered a wall of eyes visible through a gap in the mask.
Seeing this the Holy Spirit Lord was astonished.
She stumbled involuntarily and muttered softly.
“Mayra the priest?”
However there was no way Marahyeon the expert could not hear this sound.
‘Mayra the priest?’
The moment he heard this Marahyeon’s eyes suddenly trembled.
As he was concentrating hard to remember a familiar face a forgotten memory began to creep into his mind.
That was when Marahyeon was young.
Mara Hyeon who was standing next to his mother was looking at someone who was busy packing their luggage and getting ready to leave.
Unlike Mara-hyeon who was of mixed race he was a perfect Westerner with yellow hair and gray eyes.
The Westerner who was dressed in Jungwon-style clothing rather than a Westerner soon approached his mother hugged her and stroked Mara Hyeon’s head.
[فرزند من]
With those words the Westerner turned his body and headed toward the door.
In front of the door was a middle-aged woman with a beautiful appearance holding a cane with a blue jade bead embedded in it.
The middle-aged woman was none other than an old woman.
I think I understand why she looked familiar but I couldn’t remember her.
She was young and her face was so haggard and full of wrinkles that I couldn’t remember it.
The Westerner spoke to the old woman in a slurred tone.
[You’ve been waiting for so long.]
[no. Myera the priest.]
[Please leave now.]
[thank you. It would be a great help to the members of our church if Priest Mayra who came from our mother church in the mainland would go.]
At her words the Westerner made a strange expression.
That expression was quite bitter.
She had that face on her face as if she was going to a place from which she would never return.
And that bitter face was the face of the Westerner that Marahyeon saw for the last time.
‘…father.’
The Seoyeokin was none other than Marahyeon’s father.
Is ominousness always appropriate?
When his father left he promised to return.
But he never came back.
What came back were some of his father’s mementos and his mother who heard the news of his death along with those mementos could not overcome her heartache and died in despair.
-Wow!
Now I remembered everything.
My mother cries out to me and asks if I can stay saying it is ominous.
My father thought about it until the end.
And that old woman who persuaded me to take my father away.
-closely!
Mara Hyeon’s nails clenched into his fists digging into his flesh.
For a moment anger rose up.
If that old woman hadn’t shown up and taken my damn father away my mother wouldn’t have died in fear and wouldn’t have been dragged around by slave traders for years because they said he was of mixed race.
‘You bitch!’
Despite this the old woman never appeared before them.
His father was a priest at his alma mater in the mainland so he said he had come to pick him up in person but in reality it was only a low-ranking member of the church who had never heard of him delivering the news of his death.
Maraheon who could not hold back his anger approached the Holy Spirit of Seonghwa.
‘interest?’
The Holy Spirit Lord took a step back for a moment.
The moment she looked inside the walls of Marahyeon she thought of someone.
But someone died.
That was a long time ago too.
In that case it was someone I didn’t know but the moment I saw those burning eyes I knew intuitively that it was anger.
-Jump!
As he approached without saying a word the Holy Spirit’s eyes were shaking.
At first she did not understand where this anger came from.
But the moment Mara-hyeon took two steps someone passed through her mind.
that
‘no way?’
It was the mixed-race boy I saw at the house of priest Myera.
A boy with black eyes who resembles his father with an exotic appearance although his hair is black due to his mixed race with the Central Plains.
For a moment Seonghwaryeongju was shocked.
If the boy had lived he would probably have grown up and become an adult.
‘How could this happen….’
Was he really alive?
When I went there again there was no one there.
Even if he wanted to ask someone he couldn’t even ask where he had gone because he lived deep in the mountains.
In response Seonghwa Ryeongju opened her mouth to the approaching Mara Hyun.
“Are you sure…”
It was right then.
-Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chach!
Mo Qingyun suddenly opened his sword.
It was the first time they had seen the sword but the grandeur contained in it was so great that everyone could not help but be instantly drawn to it.
Geomcho reminiscent of a full moon contained a lot of meaning despite its uncomplicated trajectory.
‘…under!’
Even Marahyeon who was consumed by anger could not take her eyes off of it.
As a military officer it was impossible for him to pretend not to notice even after seeing the sword fight that Mok Gyeong-un was currently displaying.
‘How can such complexity be contained in simplicity?’
Mara Hyeon was not the only one who thought like this.
Even from the mouths of So Ye-rin and the six-blooded Dan Baek-ha who knew what Mok Gyeong-un’s sword technique was admiration flowed.
So Ye-rin’s eyes widened as she looked at Geomcho like that.
The reason was because the Muwolgong sword wielded by Mok Kyung-un was different from what he knew.
‘It’s different.’
The trajectory of swordsmanship is different.
The unnecessary sword paths in the original sword Chosik were eliminated and each and every one of the original sword paths was strictly focused on killing the opponent.
However Mok Gyeong-un’s martial arts sword technique deviates from the existing framework for sword fighting.
-Gurgling!
Tears flowed down So Ye-rin’s cheeks as she looked at this.
It was a sword that made her heart swell.
Even though Geomro moves freely outside of the existing herbivorous framework it does not deviate from the framework of Muwolgonggeom.
‘It was real?’
The flesh-blooded woman opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
The sword fight that Mok Gyeong-un was currently performing was literally close to perfection.
If the sword I saw on the old man in the past was filled with only murderous intent the sword now was truly freedom itself.
‘Of course. It’s the old man’s sword.’
Even if the format is different the meaning of the sword cannot change.
However what is surprising is the Muwolgonggeom which was called one of the five great sword techniques in the Jungwon region at the time.
How can such a sword technique evolve this far?
Indeed the old man is an unprecedented genius.
-dump!
Then I saw someone sitting on the floor.
He was none other than the masked Geumwiwi Mara Hyeon.
Marahyeon who was staring intently at Mokgyeongun’s sword closed his eyes and entered meditation as if he had gained some kind of enlightenment.
‘under? ‘Look at this guy.’
He was a very lucky guy.
The sword that Mo Qingyun was seeing now was closer to a sword play that went beyond Super Rise.
If you don’t realize anything even after seeing that I can only say that you are lacking in wealth.
Dambaekha looked at So Yerin.
Seeing her blushing and not being able to take her eyes off her sword blade it seemed like she had also achieved enlightenment.
‘…As expected he is his blood descendant.’
Although it was only for a short time he competed with So Ye-rin and it was simple.
Her inaction was not inferior to that of herself who had practiced martial arts for a long time.
No it was difficult to guess the end.
But still I gained another insight here.
It was truly a great feat.
Blood couldn’t be fooled.
-Sigh!
As he was doing so Mok Gyeong-un stopped unfolding his sword.
Since she wanted to prove that she had met the old man there was no reason for her to show off her entire diet.
When Mo Kyung-un stopped his sword midway So Ye-rin’s eyes were filled with regret.
‘ah….’
It was a moment when I felt as if I could not hold on to anything.
This was not a small realization but a huge starting point that could lead to a higher place.
However as Mok Gyeong-un stopped sharpening the sword his attempt to reach the edge and fall into a mental state also stopped.
As a result I had no choice but to lose my appetite out of disappointment.
Her neck tiller spoke to her like that.
“As you can see I received instruction from my elders. “I don’t know if this is the old man that So Yuk Cheon-ho knows…”
“Wait… did you say you were taught just now?”
“yes.”
“He himself to the woodworker?”
“Well that’s right.”
Thanks to this she was able to create the magic sword ball herself.
However So Ye-rin and Dam Baek-ha looked at each other in surprise at Mo Gyeong-un’s answer.
And then soon
-Park!
The six-blooded Dambaekha knelt down on one knee to Mok Gyeong-un and suddenly put both hands together and made a gesture of respect.
‘!?’
