Episode 24. Time of solitude
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Song Myeong-cheon’s left shoulder was sunk in as if there was no trace.
What Madokwoong-ri was biting was merely the hem of Song Myeong-cheon’s clothes.
The look in Madokungri’s eyes, which was biting the shell of a fool, was full of ’embarrassment’.
At that time, something jumped out of Song Myeong-cheon’s arms.
It is none other than Song Myeong-cheon’s left arm.
His left hand grabbed Madokungri’s two hind legs. Then, before the guy could react, he slammed it down on a heavy rock.
Once, twice, three times….
With a dull and terrible sound of ‘puk puk puk puk’, Madokungri’s head was shattered.
At first, blood splattered, but soon even the bone marrow flowed down. He died in an instant and was literally crushed into a piece of meat.
Only then did Han Ibi understand the situation.
Song Myeong-cheon used a plan to temporarily inflate the arm by hiding his left arm inside his chest and injecting internal force into the empty sleeve.
To that end, he deliberately exposed a loophole and made Madokungri bite.
Although it may have been tainted by demonic nature, it was fortunate that its wisdom was not halved.
Song Myeong-cheon let out a long sigh as he threw away Madok Woong-ri, who had become a rag. The black marks circling his veins began to fade.
Han Ibi began to carefully dig up Geummyeongcho. Since my body had already become dull due to the poison, it took much longer than usual.
Looking at Song Myeong-cheon, he was in a state of low energy. The pattern that had appeared on his forehead had already disappeared.
Han Ibi slowly…very slowly found the roots of Geummyeongcho and groped for them.
‘Just a little more… just a little more…’
But now… even that has become too difficult.
As a dizzying sensation came over my whole body, I felt my mind becoming dizzy.
* * *
It feels like waking up after sleeping. It’s like the feeling of going back and forth between life and death.
Or maybe it’s like being pressed by scissors.
Han Ibi was able to come to her senses moment by moment, but it was only a partial sensation.
It still is.
I feel something trying to force its way into my body.
A huge force that cannot be denied. overwhelming power.
A strange magical power that came from me but could never be called me.
Han Ibi looked like she was going to throw up at any moment.
However, vomiting is something you can only do when you have the strength.
Now… there wasn’t even a shred of energy left for that.
All he could do was watch as those terrible forces ravaged the inside of his body at will…
But right now, he was just so… so tired.
* * *
What on earth is consciousness?
What else is ‘I’?
Who is the subject of this vague sensation felt in a haze?…
All kinds of emotions and thoughts swirl around.
How long has it been… wait.
How much?
But what about this place? Where are we?
At that time, I felt something digging into my body.
It was crawling inside me like a parasite. Everywhere it passed, I felt a burning pain as if my flesh was burning.
And finally it reached my core.
Pakak.
I felt pain as if something inside me was cracking. It entered my core and instantly melted away.
And in its vastness, it is overflowing with evil, evil, and uncontrollable power. Like a wild horse’s mane swaying wildly in the wind.
Are you full of energy?
It’s really strange.
And… it’s cold.
Shit. It’s extremely cold. This chill. The freezing cold. Damn cold.
Han Ibi suddenly opened her eyes.
The snow has already stopped.
He quickly raised his upper body. Steam was still rising from my damp, wet body.
The place where you are lying is, so to speak, a makeshift ‘natural bed’.
It was a temporary site that had been crudely constructed by clearing snow and gathering dried leaves and branches that had managed to avoid the snow.
And then he saw Song Myeong-cheon in his eyes.
“Master!”
Han Ibi opened her eyes and shouted. Song Myeong-cheon was sitting helplessly leaning against a tree stump.
There were blood stains here and there, as if a large amount of blood had been shed from the ears and nose.
But what was even more strange was that his appearance, which could be considered middle-aged except for his white hair, had now transformed into that of a wizened old man.
It was like he was a different person.
Even though Han Yi-bi was in a panic, she quickly got up and approached Song Myeong-cheon.
At that time, I saw Song Myeong-cheon laughing.
“No, if I move like that already, can I use it?”
Ebi Han said.
“Are you okay?”
“ha ha ha. “Do you look okay?”
It wasn’t like that at all.
Then a sudden thought occurred to me and I asked.
“I found Geummyeongcho… I found Geummyeongcho.”
Song Myeong-cheon said with a meaningful smile.
“Yes. “Finally… I found it.”
“Have you not seen Geummyeongcho? Obviously I… I…”
“That’s right. you found it I will definitely admit it now. “You are a much better herbalist than me.”
While doing so, he pointed with his finger in the direction where Geummyeongcho was located.
Surprisingly, there were only dried and yellowed pieces of grass and flowers.
Han Ibi said in surprise.
“no! How did this happen? Surely there is Geummyeongcho over there…”
At that time, Song Myeong-cheon continued speaking with a chuckle.
“It should have been like this a long time ago. “A long time ago…”
“What do you mean?”
“I should have let it go already. Something this comfortable. Whether it was resentment or grace, it was all just a burden that my heart was carrying. Why am I only realizing it now…”
“That… what do you mean? The disciple doesn’t understand at all. “The goldenrod that I dug up… where did it go?”
“Geummyeongcho is… pure essence itself. “If there are impurities around it, it will soon wilt.”
Han Ibi was dumbfounded, but soon found out.
Han Ibi said while crying loudly.
“ah! Master. sorry. “A foolish student made a big mistake…”
Song Myeong-cheon said, shaking his head with a benevolent expression.
“no. no. “I made a mistake.”
“yes?”
“The Great Law of Hong Meng is like a punishment from heaven. “I am handing over this heavenly punishment to the only disciple I have ever met in this world…”
Han Ibi opened her eyes round.
What are you talking about?
“yes?”
The moment Song Myeong-cheon answers while smiling sadly.
I could see his body shaking. And the slightest movement instantly led to an intense seizure.
Ebi Han said.
“Master!”
This was the same symptom as in Cheongyugaekjan.
At that moment, Ibi Han recalled the memory of something rushing into her body while she was in a trance.
Heavenly punishment… heavenly punishment?
So are you talking about heavenly punishment?
I was clearly addicted, but the treatment wasn’t enough to make my body feel lighter… I
suddenly realized.
Han Ibi felt a cold sweat rising up her spine.
Han Ibi looked down at the back of her hand, wondering if anything would happen.
It’s faint, but something like a dark, dark pattern is revealed.
[Specifies the player’s current status.]
[Player Information]
Name: Han Yi-bi (Zhonglimae)
Level: 13
Grade: Third-rate warrior
Star name: Zhongli Martial Art Occupation:
Unemployed
Strength: 88
Strength: 70
Dexterity: 41
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 53
Reputation: -27
[Internal Gong]
– Zhongli Mingjeongsimbeop: Level 3
– Hongmong Great Technique: Level 1
[Outer Gong]
None
[Chosik]
– Zhongli Myeongjeonggeombeop Level 5
– Mahyeondobeop: Level 1
[Light Gong]
– Zhongli Pyopyohaeng: Level 2
[Special Information]
When Hongmong Great Technique is activated, physical abilities are strengthened and randomly used skill abilities are amplified.
He spoke to Song Myeong-cheon, who was suffering and trembling all over.
“No way… to me… to me…”
Song Myeong-cheon said with a grin, as if he felt refreshed even in the midst of extreme pain.
“You son of a bitch. “The sense… one of them is amazing… it’s shocking…”
The shock felt like being hit on the head with a hammer.
I couldn’t believe it… Han Ibi said with fiery anger.
“Could it be… that you taught me Hongmong’s teachings while I was down? “Master’s condition is serious, but you don’t even take care of it… Why on earth did you do that?”
Then Song Myeong-cheon said.
“You… now… your master and your life… gasp. “To my benefactor… what an unhealthy habit of speaking…”
Song Myeong-cheon could not bear it any longer and started coughing again and coughing up blood.
‘iced coffee. ‘How should I do this?’
Han Ibi said as she got up.
“I… I’ll quickly go and get the goldenrod plant again.”
Then Song Myeong-cheon spoke in a quiet and serious tone.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Don’t you know better than anyone else that it can’t be done? If it were that easy, I would have found it a long time ago. Besides, I… have already lived enough.”
Han Ibi was getting angry.
“What do you mean by that? “Don’t be weird!”
“Hahaha, what a strange thing to say. There is nothing that Master cannot say. “There’s only one thing I’m worried about…”
Han Yi-bi and Song Myeong-cheon’s gaze collided.
“I have to hand over my damned bastard’s death penalty to you. It’s deplorable, but I have no regrets. “I didn’t want to lose my one and only disciple first… Hongmong Dabeop is not only a powerful guy, but at the same time, his healing ability is exceptional.”
“I’m not saying that right now, am I?”
Song Myeong-cheon said with a meaningful but very carefree smile.
“Let’s stop talking about that now. Gasp. “Even if you say more, I won’t answer.”
Then he searched inside his arms, took out something, and held it in his hand.
When Han Ibi saw that, she was so shocked that her eyes popped out.
This is because it was the piece of jade tablet that Tak Bu-yong and Bok Yeon-hwa shared while pledging friendship.
But you can’t pretend to know…
Song Myeong-cheon said.
“I don’t know how much I’ll pay for it, but… this is the only valuable thing I have in my life.”
Han Ibi just stared at the piece of jade tablet in silence.
Song Myeong-cheon said with a chuckle.
“why? Don’t you want to receive it broken? It’s not that I woke up, it all has a story. Come on, take it. Gasp. “This master is very strong.”
Han Ibi accepted it with a serious expression.
“no. Even though it’s broken… it’s a really beautiful jade panel. “Why are you giving this to me…”
Song Myeong-cheon said.
“I’m thinking of selling it to save some money for travel expenses. Gasp. If you go down to the village, there will be a place that will lend you money using your items as collateral. huh? Why… why are you doing that?”
Yes. Before I knew it, a thick stream of water was dripping from Hanibi’s eyes.
“Master…”
Song Myeong-cheon said with a smile.
“It’s warm now. It’s warm. “It’s very warm.”
Now that I think about it, Song Myeong-cheon seems to have escaped the hellish seizure.
His face looked very relaxed, and a sharp spark of wisdom was coming out of his eyes.
He looked very healthy.
But Han Ibi had an even more ominous feeling. This is because I have seen this phenomenon a lot in martial arts novels.
Revolving light reflection.
This refers to the phenomenon of briefly regaining energy just before death.
Song Myeong-cheon said.
“I hope you can live well without me. “After all, life comes alone and goes alone, so don’t be too upset.”
“Ah, Master….”
“Is there somewhere to go? Hmm. “The whole family has been in trouble… so they probably don’t have a good place to go.”
“There is one person… one person left.”
“…Yes?”
“I have one older brother.”
“I’m glad there are still blood relatives left.”
At that time, Song Myeong-cheon spoke with a determined expression.
“If you…even if you go to a powerhouse, you must never talk about me. “This is my first and last request… to my one and only disciple.”
Han Ibi spoke while politely bowing her head.
“The disciple also makes a promise to the only teacher in the world who serves him. “The disciple will not reveal anything about Master.”
Then, Song Myeong-cheon seemed satisfied, closed his eyes, nodded, and answered.
“good. Okay…”
Han Ibi waited for his next words for a moment.
But…
the movement disappeared! The vitality disappeared from Song Myeong-cheon’s face!
Han Yi-bi quickly touched Song Myeong-cheon’s nose.
Ahhh! I couldn’t feel my breath.
He has already died.
Without realizing it, Han Ibi’s nose became sore and tears welled up again.
He was the only person I opened up to after being suddenly dropped into this lonely world.
‘He was a little blunt… but he wasn’t as bad of a person as you sometimes see in novels. No, what are all the bad things? Isn’t he my benefactor and master who saved my life?…’
Han Yi-bi slowly approached Song Myeong-cheon. A faint smile was still shining on his face.
If someone who didn’t know him saw him, he would have thought he was resting on a tree stump.
Han Ibi thought.
‘First of all, it would be impossible to climb the cliff with the body. I’m very sorry, but I have no choice but to take you here… I’ll put you in a nice place.’
Han Yi-bi picked up Song Myeong-cheon’s body and laid it down in the place where Geummyeongcho had grown.
Then he covered it with leaves and branches.
He strangely broke the ground in front of him and planted the wooden stick that was his only weapon and guide.
‘Here… I hope you sleep happily.’
He gave a light greeting to Song Myeong-cheon, who was lying down, and then began to climb the cliff upside down.
Surprisingly, my movements were much lighter than usual. Using the machine also felt smoother.
Han Yi-bi’s Jong-ri landmark was decorating the steep cliff in such a splendid manner.
(Continued in the next part)
