Chapter 429 -What is your relationship with the teacher?
When Lian Zehe took out the amulet, the face of Gongquan Mountain in the red moon brightened a
little.
I thought the bamboo backpack was strange, but it seems that he was a sorcerer.
There are magicians among the Baekduma soldiers, but they are weaker than those of warriors.
'He must have been a drunkard.'
Just knowing that the other person was a sorcerer relieved tension.
If it were them, they would have been able to defeat the 'Demon of Hell' with their Dharma
instruments.
However, the fight against the unmanned is different.
Of course, warriors are not affected by magic, unlike monsters.
The distorted faces of Lee Moo-young, a ghost sword in the guise, and Ha So-sang, a Cheonsan Bima,
also loosened up.
They also thought, 'If the opponent is a sorcerer, it's worth trying'.
Moo-Young Lee and So-Sang Ha took out their poison weapons and slowly pressed Yeonnamcheon.
Yeonjeokha also felt a slight change in the prayers of the Myeongwanggyo warriors.
Taking out the talisman, it seemed that he was easygoing.
“You haven’t tasted the magic yet, have you? I'll show you right today. I've named this 'Gucheon
Byeokryeokbu', right? Please take one of these first.”
Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha sent the wall force to the front.
For a moment, Lee Moo-young, who had been watching with sharp eyes, swung his sword like a
thunderbolt.
Easy-.
Just before the sword energy fired from the tip of the sword touched the amulet, the amulet was
engulfed in flames.
hiss-.
At the same time, the sword passed through the talisman.
The amulet became ash and scattered in the air.
As Moo-Young Lee smiled, dark clouds gathered over his head.
Gong Chwi-san, Lee Moo-yeong, and Ha So-sang hurriedly raised their heads and looked at the sky.
The sky, which had only been clear a moment ago, was covered with black dark clouds.
Gong Qishan's face, which had been relaxed, contorted again.
It's good luck harmony.
It's just surprising that a guy with no blood on his head is on the same level as a famous religious
leader.
Whoops! Kwakwang!
Then dozens of lightning bolts fell from the sky.
The Twelve Horsemen and the famous cultists were scattered in all directions like locusts.
To them, lightning was a threat that was difficult to resist.
Gongchwisan gritted his teeth as his men, who had stood firm, ran away.
The battle line was disrupted by only one amulet.
Frustrated, I shouted, “Keep your seat!” but no one listened.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning also fell beside him.
Looking at the charred ground, the lightning strikes were real, not hallucinations.
Gongchwisan turned his gaze to Yeonnamcheon.
The twelve horsemen did not play the role of sandstone (stones intentionally discarded in Go), but
there is nothing they can do about it. Now it's your turn to step in.
When the thunderbolt stopped, Gong Qushan drew his sword and tried to run forward.
At that time, Yeonnamcheon disappeared from sight in an absurd way.
'omg!'
Gong Quishan opened his eyes and looked around.
Could it have been Lee Hyung-hwan?
He got goosebumps at Yeonnamcheon's ceremonial art, which had disappeared like a ghost before
his eyes.
'Did he run away?'
No matter how much I looked, I couldn't find Yeonnamcheon, so I didn't think of anything else.
After shouting so loudly, it seems that when the fight broke out, he threw an amulet and left.
Gongchwisan, who had been breathing a sigh of relief, paused.
His head is over, but he keeps warning me that his instincts aren't there yet.
I can't see it, I don't know why.
He secretly tried to spread his senses widely around him.
In an empty space with no one around, I could feel the strange energy unique to Jeongjong's martial
arts.
'Could it be that it was a trick?'
Gongchwisan burst into the empty space where he could feel the energy and swung his sword.
Shii-shii-shii-.
He cut and stabbed, but he did not feel the touch of the sword.
I was literally alone in the empty air with nothing.
The guards, who had been hiding here and there, tilted their heads at the sight of Gongchwisan.
It's time for Gong Quishan to turn around with his despondent face.
The voice of the sorcerer, who said it was Yeonnamcheon, came from behind.
“The old man feels good.”
"bloke!"
Gong Qushan quickly turned around and thrust out his sword.
hiss-.
But again, it's bullshit.
Belatedly, Gongchwisan thought that Yeonnamcheon might not be just a sorcerer.
'This guy is not normal.'
Eighthwangsinmo was also a magician and a warrior.
Both the sorcerer and the unmanned perform fortune-telling, but the results are different.
Even with the same training, the magician's magical power grows, and the warrior's inner strength
deepens.
The person who broke Kang-ho's common sense was the Eighthwangsinmo.
However, it seems that he can use both magic power and internal energy like the Eighthwangsinmo.
A cold sweat ran down his back.
Gigam requires a high degree of concentration, so it is difficult to do other things together.
So, there are bound to be some gaps between the series of ‘find and attack’ movements.
If the opponent is a master of martial arts, you can use the gap to escape.
That's why he keeps messing around.
On the other hand, he hovered around Mt.
He was planning to quickly subdue the demon blood and leave, but it was not easy because the
opponent had good spirits.
‘What… … .’
The worry didn't last long. When tricks don't work, you have to go the right way.
Instead of a talisman that connects, he grabbed a demon.
Then, while unleashing the Silver Spell, he rushed at Gongchushan like a wild boar.
"omg!"
When Yannancheon suddenly jumped out in front of his eyes, Gong Qushan reflexively held out his
sword.
It was an act close to instinct, but the result was not good.
Without hesitation, he received it back with the nine thousand nine swords and the martial arts.
Tsar-.
Riding on Gongchwisan's sword, the office moved forward without hesitation.
As Gongqishan, startled, tried to distance himself, sword spirits came out from the demon.
The sword spirit of the office climbed up the body like a snake.
And in the blink of an eye, it brushed Gongquan's wrist.
“Quit!”
The sword fell from Gongchusan's hand with a short scream.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who rushed recklessly at the moment, cut his neck with the back of his hand holding
the demon.
It is a method of so-called barbaric fighting that is neither herbivore nor anything.
Unfortunately, Yeomcheonhyeol (廉泉穴, a little above Mokwooldae) was caught on the back of my
hand, which I inadvertently discharged.
Gongchwisan of the Baekdu Horse Army, not even the twelve horsemen, passed out with the sound
of ‘Kak!’.
When Yan Zhihe defeated Gongquan Mountain, the Mingwang followers hurriedly retreated.
It was the same with the Twelve Horsemen Lee Moo-yeong and Ha So-sang.
No one had the courage to stand in front of a master who even Baekduma-gun could not handle.
After diligently taking pictures of the stunned Gongchisan's demonic blood, I put it on his shoulder.
Still, there must have been at least one person who was loyal.
Kang Doo-soo, a nobleman who followed Gongchwi Mountain like a shadow and served him, asked.
“Where are you taking Jinin?”
"you do not have to know."
“Teach me.”
“Before that, did you use a monk as a sacrifice to become the Twelve Horsemen? didn't you write
it?"
“I wrote it.”
Yeonjeokha glared at him.
When he thought that he had killed an innocent monk to gain power, his murderous intent soared.
“If you want to kill me, kill me. Isn't that the original weak meat? If the monk was stronger than me,
would he have died at my hand? You are stronger than me, so do as you please.”
"okay."
Yeonjeokha took out theand threw it.
In an instant, with a 'Puck!', the spell that pierced Kang Doo-soo's chest returned to Yeon Jeok-ha.
As befits a beopbo, there was not a single drop of blood in the building.
The 12 horsemen who saw the fearsome feat of Yeonnamcheon lowered their eyes.
“Yeah, that’s it. If a bad guy is even brazen, he'll die. Even if you do bad things, you should have at
least a conscience. is not it?"
Knowing that the other person wanted an answer, Moo-Young Lee and So-Sang Ha nodded
vigorously.
After looking at the Myeongwang cultists with indifferent eyes, the couple left soon after.
***
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was walking along the water's edge, threw the gong-chwi mountain he was
carrying on his shoulder like a piece of luggage.
dump.
Gongchushan, who had fainted from the shock, came to his senses.
“Okay! Where are you?”
“You don’t know where to look? Poyang Lake.”
“Did you say Yeonnamcheon? why do you bother me What grudge do you have against me?”
"Come on? like kids Did you kill the monk because you had a grudge? It's not like that.”
“Yeah, good. I sacrificed monks to become the King of Heaven. Then why do you hate me? Is there a
reason you're doing this to me?"
Gongchwisan couldn't understand why Yeonnamcheon, the site of raw noodles, was only holding on
to him.
"If it's for money, I'll give you whatever you want."
“I wish I did too. But it breaks his heart that he is doing this for not getting a penny.”
“Isn't it because of the money? Then tell me what you want The power of Myeongwanggyo is still
weak, but it's enough to grant you what you want.”
“What do I want? It's simple. Where can I go and meet someone?”
Yeonjeokha, who put down the bamboo backpack, took out some food from among it.
“Where are you going to meet someone?”
“Pungjisan. Eighthwangsinmo.”
“… … .”
When Gongquai Mountain became quiet, Yeonjeokha began to eat dumplings wrapped in paper.
Did you eat half?
Gong Qishan, who kept his mouth shut with a shocked face, asked again.
“What is your relationship with the headmaster?”
“Did you get entangled in a troublesome thing because you said the wrong thing?”
Gongchwisan, who had served the mother of the Eighthwangs for a long time, recognized the
meaning contained in Yeonnamcheon's words.
“Looking at it now, it seems that they are entangled in the spirit of the spirit.”
“Oh, right. I shouldn't have said anything empty in front of that old man. I didn't know that."
“If you were entangled with the cult leader through the spirit of the word, you wouldn’t be able to
free me.”
“Don’t even think about running away. That's because you're just wasting your energy.”
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Gongchushan's mouth.
"haha. I'm obsessed with a nameless idiot like you. I ran out of luck.”
“Hey, don’t roll your head. So you think I'll ask you to fight again? It's no use. No matter what you
say to me, I won't let you go.”
“Yes, it should.”
Then jeokha ate dumplings again.
After eating dumplings in silence for a while, Yeon Jeok-he glanced at Gongchu Mountain.
“I have a question. You can answer or not, it doesn't matter. Baekdu Demons of the Myeongwang
Church are all traitors. But the Eighthwangsinmo told me to pick only you and bring you? Why?”
“… … .”
Gong Qushan gently closed his eyes and pretended not to listen.
However, I could see that there was a story from his calm expression.
Only If it was unlucky, Gongchwisan would have been unfair.
But he didn't.
Considering that he was being held captive by the religious leader, it was not an ordinary situation.
“I didn't expect you to teach me anything. It's obvious. It is only once or twice that a master and a
disciple meet each other in Sama Oedo. is not it?"
“… … .”
Gongquan's tightly closed eyes trembled.
He seemed to be gritting his teeth when he suddenly saw wrinkles on his chin as well.
That again piqued his curiosity.
'Somehow, it seems that there is something between this old man and the mother of the Eighth
Emperor.'
But he has no intention of rushing.
It takes three to four months to go from Poyang Lake in Jiangxi Province to Fengji Mountain in Shanxi
Province.
In that amount of time, there is more than enough to find out.
‘Good. I won't be bored.'
I thought of it as a way to kill time by compiling a series of things that might be the secrets of
Moorimsa.
Chapter 429 -What is your relationship with the teacher?
When Lian Zehe took out the amulet, the face of Gongquan Mountain in the red moon brightened a
little.
I thought the bamboo backpack was strange, but it seems that he was a sorcerer.
There are magicians among the Baekduma soldiers, but they are weaker than those of warriors.
'He must have been a drunkard.'
Just knowing that the other person was a sorcerer relieved tension.
If it were them, they would have been able to defeat the 'Demon of Hell' with their Dharma
instruments.
However, the fight against the unmanned is different.
Of course, warriors are not affected by magic, unlike monsters.
The distorted faces of Lee Moo-young, a ghost sword in the guise, and Ha So-sang, a Cheonsan Bima,
also loosened up.
They also thought, 'If the opponent is a sorcerer, it's worth trying'.
Moo-Young Lee and So-Sang Ha took out their poison weapons and slowly pressed Yeonnamcheon.
Yeonjeokha also felt a slight change in the prayers of the Myeongwanggyo warriors.
Taking out the talisman, it seemed that he was easygoing.
“You haven’t tasted the magic yet, have you? I'll show you right today. I've named this 'Gucheon
Byeokryeokbu', right? Please take one of these first.”
Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha sent the wall force to the front.
For a moment, Lee Moo-young, who had been watching with sharp eyes, swung his sword like a
thunderbolt.
Easy-.
Just before the sword energy fired from the tip of the sword touched the amulet, the amulet was
engulfed in flames.
hiss-.
At the same time, the sword passed through the talisman.
The amulet became ash and scattered in the air.
As Moo-Young Lee smiled, dark clouds gathered over his head.
Gong Chwi-san, Lee Moo-yeong, and Ha So-sang hurriedly raised their heads and looked at the sky.
The sky, which had only been clear a moment ago, was covered with black dark clouds.
Gong Qishan's face, which had been relaxed, contorted again.
It's good luck harmony.
It's just surprising that a guy with no blood on his head is on the same level as a famous religious
leader.
Whoops! Kwakwang!
Then dozens of lightning bolts fell from the sky.
The Twelve Horsemen and the famous cultists were scattered in all directions like locusts.
To them, lightning was a threat that was difficult to resist.
Gongchwisan gritted his teeth as his men, who had stood firm, ran away.
The battle line was disrupted by only one amulet.
Frustrated, I shouted, “Keep your seat!” but no one listened.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning also fell beside him.
Looking at the charred ground, the lightning strikes were real, not hallucinations.
Gongchwisan turned his gaze to Yeonnamcheon.
The twelve horsemen did not play the role of sandstone (stones intentionally discarded in Go), but
there is nothing they can do about it. Now it's your turn to step in.
When the thunderbolt stopped, Gong Qushan drew his sword and tried to run forward.
At that time, Yeonnamcheon disappeared from sight in an absurd way.
'omg!'
Gong Quishan opened his eyes and looked around.
Could it have been Lee Hyung-hwan?
He got goosebumps at Yeonnamcheon's ceremonial art, which had disappeared like a ghost before
his eyes.
'Did he run away?'
No matter how much I looked, I couldn't find Yeonnamcheon, so I didn't think of anything else.
After shouting so loudly, it seems that when the fight broke out, he threw an amulet and left.
Gongchwisan, who had been breathing a sigh of relief, paused.
His head is over, but he keeps warning me that his instincts aren't there yet.
I can't see it, I don't know why.
He secretly tried to spread his senses widely around him.
In an empty space with no one around, I could feel the strange energy unique to Jeongjong's martial
arts.
'Could it be that it was a trick?'
Gongchwisan burst into the empty space where he could feel the energy and swung his sword.
Shii-shii-shii-.
He cut and stabbed, but he did not feel the touch of the sword.
I was literally alone in the empty air with nothing.
The guards, who had been hiding here and there, tilted their heads at the sight of Gongchwisan.
It's time for Gong Quishan to turn around with his despondent face.
The voice of the sorcerer, who said it was Yeonnamcheon, came from behind.
“The old man feels good.”
"bloke!"
Gong Qushan quickly turned around and thrust out his sword.
hiss-.
But again, it's bullshit.
Belatedly, Gongchwisan thought that Yeonnamcheon might not be just a sorcerer.
'This guy is not normal.'
Eighthwangsinmo was also a magician and a warrior.
Both the sorcerer and the unmanned perform fortune-telling, but the results are different.
Even with the same training, the magician's magical power grows, and the warrior's inner strength
deepens.
The person who broke Kang-ho's common sense was the Eighthwangsinmo.
However, it seems that he can use both magic power and internal energy like the Eighthwangsinmo.
A cold sweat ran down his back.
Gigam requires a high degree of concentration, so it is difficult to do other things together.
So, there are bound to be some gaps between the series of ‘find and attack’ movements.
If the opponent is a master of martial arts, you can use the gap to escape.
That's why he keeps messing around.
On the other hand, he hovered around Mt.
He was planning to quickly subdue the demon blood and leave, but it was not easy because the
opponent had good spirits.
‘What… … .’
The worry didn't last long. When tricks don't work, you have to go the right way.
Instead of a talisman that connects, he grabbed a demon.
Then, while unleashing the Silver Spell, he rushed at Gongchushan like a wild boar.
"omg!"
When Yannancheon suddenly jumped out in front of his eyes, Gong Qushan reflexively held out his
sword.
It was an act close to instinct, but the result was not good.
Without hesitation, he received it back with the nine thousand nine swords and the martial arts.
Tsar-.
Riding on Gongchwisan's sword, the office moved forward without hesitation.
As Gongqishan, startled, tried to distance himself, sword spirits came out from the demon.
The sword spirit of the office climbed up the body like a snake.
And in the blink of an eye, it brushed Gongquan's wrist.
“Quit!”
The sword fell from Gongchusan's hand with a short scream.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who rushed recklessly at the moment, cut his neck with the back of his hand holding
the demon.
It is a method of so-called barbaric fighting that is neither herbivore nor anything.
Unfortunately, Yeomcheonhyeol (廉泉穴, a little above Mokwooldae) was caught on the back of my
hand, which I inadvertently discharged.
Gongchwisan of the Baekdu Horse Army, not even the twelve horsemen, passed out with the sound
of ‘Kak!’.
When Yan Zhihe defeated Gongquan Mountain, the Mingwang followers hurriedly retreated.
It was the same with the Twelve Horsemen Lee Moo-yeong and Ha So-sang.
No one had the courage to stand in front of a master who even Baekduma-gun could not handle.
After diligently taking pictures of the stunned Gongchisan's demonic blood, I put it on his shoulder.
Still, there must have been at least one person who was loyal.
Kang Doo-soo, a nobleman who followed Gongchwi Mountain like a shadow and served him, asked.
“Where are you taking Jinin?”
"you do not have to know."
“Teach me.”
“Before that, did you use a monk as a sacrifice to become the Twelve Horsemen? didn't you write
it?"
“I wrote it.”
Yeonjeokha glared at him.
When he thought that he had killed an innocent monk to gain power, his murderous intent soared.
“If you want to kill me, kill me. Isn't that the original weak meat? If the monk was stronger than me,
would he have died at my hand? You are stronger than me, so do as you please.”
"okay."
Yeonjeokha took out theand threw it.
In an instant, with a 'Puck!', the spell that pierced Kang Doo-soo's chest returned to Yeon Jeok-ha.
As befits a beopbo, there was not a single drop of blood in the building.
The 12 horsemen who saw the fearsome feat of Yeonnamcheon lowered their eyes.
“Yeah, that’s it. If a bad guy is even brazen, he'll die. Even if you do bad things, you should have at
least a conscience. is not it?"
Knowing that the other person wanted an answer, Moo-Young Lee and So-Sang Ha nodded
vigorously.
After looking at the Myeongwang cultists with indifferent eyes, the couple left soon after.
***
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was walking along the water's edge, threw the gong-chwi mountain he was
carrying on his shoulder like a piece of luggage.
dump.
Gongchushan, who had fainted from the shock, came to his senses.
“Okay! Where are you?”
“You don’t know where to look? Poyang Lake.”
“Did you say Yeonnamcheon? why do you bother me What grudge do you have against me?”
"Come on? like kids Did you kill the monk because you had a grudge? It's not like that.”
“Yeah, good. I sacrificed monks to become the King of Heaven. Then why do you hate me? Is there a
reason you're doing this to me?"
Gongchwisan couldn't understand why Yeonnamcheon, the site of raw noodles, was only holding on
to him.
"If it's for money, I'll give you whatever you want."
“I wish I did too. But it breaks his heart that he is doing this for not getting a penny.”
“Isn't it because of the money? Then tell me what you want The power of Myeongwanggyo is still
weak, but it's enough to grant you what you want.”
“What do I want? It's simple. Where can I go and meet someone?”
Yeonjeokha, who put down the bamboo backpack, took out some food from among it.
“Where are you going to meet someone?”
“Pungjisan. Eighthwangsinmo.”
“… … .”
When Gongquai Mountain became quiet, Yeonjeokha began to eat dumplings wrapped in paper.
Did you eat half?
Gong Qishan, who kept his mouth shut with a shocked face, asked again.
“What is your relationship with the headmaster?”
“Did you get entangled in a troublesome thing because you said the wrong thing?”
Gongchwisan, who had served the mother of the Eighthwangs for a long time, recognized the
meaning contained in Yeonnamcheon's words.
“Looking at it now, it seems that they are entangled in the spirit of the spirit.”
“Oh, right. I shouldn't have said anything empty in front of that old man. I didn't know that."
“If you were entangled with the cult leader through the spirit of the word, you wouldn’t be able to
free me.”
“Don’t even think about running away. That's because you're just wasting your energy.”
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Gongchushan's mouth.
"haha. I'm obsessed with a nameless idiot like you. I ran out of luck.”
“Hey, don’t roll your head. So you think I'll ask you to fight again? It's no use. No matter what you
say to me, I won't let you go.”
“Yes, it should.”
Then jeokha ate dumplings again.
After eating dumplings in silence for a while, Yeon Jeok-he glanced at Gongchu Mountain.
“I have a question. You can answer or not, it doesn't matter. Baekdu Demons of the Myeongwang
Church are all traitors. But the Eighthwangsinmo told me to pick only you and bring you? Why?”
“… … .”
Gong Qushan gently closed his eyes and pretended not to listen.
However, I could see that there was a story from his calm expression.
Only If it was unlucky, Gongchwisan would have been unfair.
But he didn't.
Considering that he was being held captive by the religious leader, it was not an ordinary situation.
“I didn't expect you to teach me anything. It's obvious. It is only once or twice that a master and a
disciple meet each other in Sama Oedo. is not it?"
“… … .”
Gongquan's tightly closed eyes trembled.
He seemed to be gritting his teeth when he suddenly saw wrinkles on his chin as well.
That again piqued his curiosity.
'Somehow, it seems that there is something between this old man and the mother of the Eighth
Emperor.'
But he has no intention of rushing.
It takes three to four months to go from Poyang Lake in Jiangxi Province to Fengji Mountain in Shanxi
Province.
In that amount of time, there is more than enough to find out.
‘Good. I won't be bored.'
I thought of it as a way to kill time by compiling a series of things that might be the secrets of
Moorimsa.
