Book 3 Chapter - 9

It is prohibited to pass on.

In spite of these restrictions, for those who risk their lives on martial arts,

It was a fascinating and sweet temptation.

Every Murim person would have dreamed of this.

The closest possible way was this volcanic conventions branch.

As time goes by, winning this competition is my biggest goal on earth.

The number of Samurim people gradually increased. If you're a contestant,

It was a competition worth putting your life on the line.

From a weapon that can transform your life at once to a dragon.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance to ascend to heaven.

In addition, the winner of the event will be treated in both black and white transfer.

No matter how many people you're from, you don't have to pick a fight with them.

It's going to be impossible to come at it's going to be impossible. I'm tired of respect and respect for both sides.

You will be able to receive it with all your might. That is what it deserves.But it was good up to here, but from the defeat of the blood vessel,

And as the years progressed from the establishment of the two institutions, the painful past...

As the memory began to dilute, the evils arose.

The most serious of them is the Cheonmu Hakgwan and Macheongak.

It has become the standard point for tug-of-war.

In other words, Jeongcheon-blind and Heukcheon-blind, who are considered to be the main figures of Jeong Sam-rim, openly.

You can't fight an all-out war, so stay underneath it, officially and legally.

Competitive and contactable buildings and Cheonmugak Pavilion are in a state of lull.

It has emerged as a competitive tool for Chung Sam-rim.

In short, the Volcanic Regulations continue to be a battleground for pride and competence.

It was getting worse and worse and worse. Meaningful directors and thoughtful people.

In the midst of sighing anxiety, competition grew more and more heated.

To the extent that we send spies to each other's camps.

It's about to overheat. As things got so big, they were like...

I can't help but pay attention to the presence of spies in my front yard.

It became nonexistent. But Moorim is a place of many unknown names.

There are more unknown people stuck in the mountains than bees.

If you manipulate your identity to participate in the ascension-free system, you'll find out who you are.

It was really hard to grasp. But that doesn't mean you're gonna have to put your hands down.

They watched each other because they couldn't give up. That is, random surveillance.

It's all over the place. It's not the right thing to do, but it's a pride contest.

The sight of both blinds showed no signs of recovery.

Still, the Black Island Sapa's martial arts, including the pommel horsepower, are capable and capable.

There was a tendency to value attributes, and the energy or nature of them belonged to the negative.

In many cases, it was often caught when you looked at it with your eyes out.

It's not completely empty like this, but because of the occasional bite, the fishing rod you threw away...

I'm in a situation where I can't take it in and close the game.

And that's what's going on. They forget their duty.

The fear and notoriety of the god Wichenmu pushed the whole herd into the crucible of fear.

The people of the forest call it the blood of heaven.

I was afraid that stopping the second thousand-dollar tax would be the only way for the entire forest to survive.

His shadow or vision is still unclear.

But all the Murimians believed in his survival theory. To the rest of his world.

The Cheonmuhak and the Macheongak, which were built to fight back, have been around for almost a hundred years old.

As it progressed, it was becoming increasingly indolent, and the possibility of a successor...

It was getting lower and lower. On the other hand, there's something remarkable about the blood vessel.

There is, and that was where he came from.

No one knew where he came from. He's already out of shape and form.

It was almost impossible to grasp the history of origin with no merit.

Everyone thought he was from Heukdo and that was the end of logic.

Unless you're the one who washed the herd with blood with brutal hands.

Where can I find it? But it was a huge miscalculation.

His martial arts were never, even though his p*n*s was blood and his hands were cruel in his hands.

It turns out it wasn't caused by the pommel horse. At that time, most people...

It was a fact that I didn't know. Well, of all the people who shared his hands with him,

There wasn't a single survivor at the time, so there's no way to find out.

It wasn't there. The scars left on the body are already bloody.

It was difficult to predict. So with the cruelty and fear in his hands,

He was concluding that his martial arts were marauders. One-on-one with him.Except for Hyuk Wolin, the only survivor of the Taegeuk New Army.

The survival of Musin Hyukwolin finally revealed a vague outline of him.

The fact that his arable species may not be an extramarital island is a must-have.

It was enough to confuse. But there are still more facts.

It has not been revealed. As to where he came from, among scholars,

There's a lot of talk, a lot of hypotheses going on, and it's still going on.

It was becoming an issue at issue. Disciple of the forgotten sound, descendant of the devil,

The successor of a blood relative, or an abandoned disciple of an independent faction, or even a missing legend.

There was even a rumor that he was from ancient Munpa Cheonwicheon Stream. But still

He was wandering in the labyrinth, not knowing exactly who he was.

The organization that he founded, the Heavenly Spirit, has never met with his name.

I just pushed it in with fear. And as long as his survival is almost certain,

Yet the fear and despair had not cooled.

"The crowd is quiet right now. But we still have his resurrection and conventional...

Don't forget the possibility of his resurrection or his armed forces against a second blood vessel.

You have to put all your energy into it."

Ok Hyun-jin looked back at the audience and said firmly. She seemed so gentle.

His face also had a firm will for now.

"Nodo knows. I don't know how much fear he's brought.

I felt painfully at my age, shuddering at my own weakness and despairing.

At that time, he felt his humbleness and weakness.

Young people are struggling in deep despair.

I've seen a lot of self loss.

I don't think the road is over yet. You're the first to learn about our Chunmuhak.

It is the small wish of the labor union not to forget the purpose of the initial establishment."

Ok Hyun-jin was one of the few experienced people in the era of low taxes at the time.

The story is arithmetically that he is now 120 years old.

It was meant to go over it.

"One thing I can say firmly is that once again, the arrival of such despair,

You can't allow it. This is what you all know.

This is the background of Cheonmu Hakgwan and Murim Blind. "

Ryu-Yeon did not hesitate to raise his hand.

"What is it?"

"I didn't know."

Ok Hyun-jin's eyes opened wide.

"Are you sure you don't know?"

"Yes."

Ryu-Yeon nodded without hesitation. Ok Hyunjin will visit you for 20 years.

A headache that didn't seem to come back.

" Is it really strange if I don't know? "

Ryu-yeon, who felt the atmosphere was strange with a keen sense, said. And then

I looked around and found myself the only one who raised his hand. Ordinary

If he was a human being, he would blush with shame and put his hands down urgently.

Because no one enjoys showing off their ignorance. but

I'm stupidly suicidal because I've been left out of my comfort zone.

I wasn't an imbecile who felt it, so I thought it would hurt my heart or something amazing.

It didn't happen.

"You surprise me once again."

It was quite a calm exclamation for someone who had experienced miracles. I don't know this story.

I thought it was a miracle if there were people, but I don't even know Cheonmu Samsung.

I'm convinced it's strange to know this. Like this

The first class of the general dance class was a hundred years ago.

There's no one who doesn't know about this story.

But there's an exception to everything, and the exception was Ryu-Yeon.

In the history of his four gates, Biromun, in times of adversity, hardship, and darkness.There was no such thing as the amount of paper. The crowd is in the dark.

For some reason, he was suffering from a blood storm due to a weather change in the sky.

The Birologic Gate has been a history of no obstacles and no hardships.

I wonder how the hell that could be. Without any further questions

The first class is over. It was somewhat heavy for the first class. The first class is

It was more like a mental education time than a history time.

In fact, it's a lecture on basic principles of martial arts, but it's about the content.

It could be changed. The conclusion of the class is that we're going to train hard.

Let's be the best master of the world. So when a really strong, bad guy comes along,

Let's get rid of it." That's what it's all about.

Ryu-Yeon summarized it so briefly.

What is a club?

After Ok Hyun-jin's general dance lesson, some people were given time to relax.

Once again, I was chewing on Ok Hyunjin's old stories.

Hyorong approached Ryu-yeon.

"Aren't you afraid of him?"

"Who are you talking about? I can't believe there was someone in this world I'd be afraid of.

I've never heard of it."

With a grin, Ryu-Yeon said. Ryu-yeon's answer is, of course, what Hyorong wants.

It wasn't.

"You know what's wrong. He's the one. He's the one."

Hyorong couldn't bring up his name directly, but he used pronouns.

Is he amazing enough to scare Hyorong? Ryu-yeon once again.

I had to feel a fresh wonder.

"But why should I be afraid of him?'

"Well, that's... "

Hyorong couldn't find an answer to Ryu-Yeon's sudden question. vaguely

The right word to convey his vague thoughts to Ryu-yeon.

It's because I couldn't think of it. To be honest, I don't know what to say.

I was at a loss.

"He's what all the black-and-white people fear."

Ryu-Yeon gave a strange look in return for Hyorong's exclaiming words.

Ryu-Yeon said, looking at Hyorong as if he were looking at a strange creature.

"Don't tell me, because all the people in the forest are in awe and fear of him.

You don't want to argue that I should be afraid of him, either?"

"Of course not."

But I wasn't sure what he said. Ryu-yeon's words make my heart race.

It would be a lie if it wasn't.

"Well, I'm glad you're the idiot who's gonna make that stupid claim.

I was worried about what to do. That's a bit of a waste of time."

He's trying to hide his sweat and Hyorong's awkward smile.

It looked like it was built. Then he was frankly amazed.

"You're really not afraid of him."

Hyorong still wants to see the man and his forces technically establish their traditions.

I've never met anyone who wasn't afraid. No matter how hard it is.

Even a famous noun or a master of the zenith, there's a difference in degree.

The fear of him was buried deep in my heart.

To such Hyorong, Ryu-Yeon was forced to suggest that he was unique.

"It was true to say that ignorance is courageous."

Hyorong's monologue, which admires the wisdom of the old goodies, is a monologue in Ryu-yeon's ears.

I couldn't hear. Ryu-Yeon said with a big smile.

"You admire every little thing. I don't even know why I'm still seeing her.

You have to fear what you can't do. You know, you're not gonna let that d*mn blood-thirsty guy.

Have you met him?"

When Ryu-Yeon openly mentioned the name of the cowardly god, Hyorong's complexion...

It shook slightly.

"Don't mention that name so easily.

Of course I haven't met him."It was a matter of course.

"Yes, it's the same for me. But why am I still here?

I don't know if I'll be able to meet someone I've never met before.

Should I be frightened of being without a promise and let my tail down?

I've only heard a little bit of the old story, and I can't do such an unseemly thing.

I don't think so."

In the case of Changhong or Yoon Junho, the old story is...

It wasn't once. Like most children, they have a nail in their ears.

I've heard about him and his organization since childhood.

But I couldn't help but admit that Ryu-Yeon had a point.

" It's not an old story, it's a fact. Although it has become a legend.

Even if it is."

" Well, I doubt I'll ever be afraid of him, even if I meet him in personally.

The only thing I'm afraid of is the life of a student like a poverty-stricken handyman.

Don't waste your energy being afraid of useless things."

Ryu-Yeon's eyes turned around and went to Yoon Junho.

" Neither do you."

"Yes, why?"

Yoon Junho, caught off guard by the sudden comment, asked again.

"Since earlier, every time the name of that, uh, cowardly spirit and his blood vessel, is mentioned,

You're flinching, all right?"

Yun Junho nodded reluctantly at Ryu-Yeon's sincere advice.

The reason why Ryu-Yeon is rarely involved in thought activities right now is because...

It was because of one fact.

What do you mean Taeguk Shin-gun? I've heard of him before. Ryu-yeon just...

Look at the person who appeared in the Murim history story that I heard in class.

He tilted. I think I've heard it somewhere, but I still remember it.

The problem was that it did not.(Taegeuk Singun is master of salinity and bingo)

It doesn't matter.'

I don't even remember, squeezing my brain.

The act of trying to remember was not Ryu-Yeon's hobby.

He soon stopped thinking and forgot. For the time being,

Nothing about him will ever cross his mind.

"You'll think of it someday."

It was Ryu-Yeon, who spoke only of a whisper. The Taeguk New Army did not die either.

Not only did he not go to the next world, but he was the one at the Catholic Academy.

He was the first person to claim establishment and importance. And he's invited.

He suddenly retired 30 years ago and went to the university to cultivate talent.

I hid it. After that, he went from the Murim blind and Cheonmuhakwan blind.

He continued his relentless pursuit, but his whereabouts remained unknown.

"Hmmm, labor and management are trying to bore me to death.

Maybe he's conspiring."

In a sighing voice Ryu-yeon grumbled.

Finally, today's class is all over.

But it was one of the few classes, but as much as the first hour of the d*mn story,

It wasn't funny.

The second time was about the application of non-doctrine.

It was a completely unnecessary area for Ryu-Yeon.

"How hard are you trying to emulate Mo Yong-hwi?"

I don't know what's so hard about Mo Yong-hwi. He's been working so hard all the time.

I never let go of paper ink.

It was terrifying to watch. Ryu-Yeon은

I shook my head with excitement.

" You'd rather tell me to die. That could happen twice in a lifetime.

It doesn't happen."

"Whoo-hoo, stop talking nonsense. You're interested, so you're listening quietly.

I'm taking a class that Kang Ho's young people dream of.

Don't complain."

Changhong warned. If you're a strong man, you'll have to pay 10,000 dollars for that class.It is a Muhak class at Cheonmu Academy, which wants to enter.

"Is that so?"

After hearing Changhong's attention, Ryu-yeon is still...

He looked unconvinced.

"Come on, I'll take you to a place that's more boring than that."

Because it was so stupid to exchange views with Ryu-Yeon any more.

Changhong quickly changed the subject.

"Where?"

Ryu-Yeon asked quickly.

"You'll find out when you follow me."

Changhong's back, who is leading the way and strutting down the street.

It only amplified the curiosity of Ryu-Yeon's party.

Changhong took them to the center of the main road.

It was a strange place lined with small buildings.

The street was full of energy, full of boisterous noise and life.

I could see a large crowd gathered there.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd, the crowd gathered in one place.

It was a huge thing. I was almost completely out of my mind.

Each building has a large, small banner and colorful front of its building.

He was grooming himself with decorations and attracting people.

On a long banner made of white cotton cloth, "The ultimate expedient of welcome.

'For the dream of meeting a department store,' 'A new sword of the sword of the sword of interdiction.

"Welcome to the path of the city," "To the path of the city center.

Fancy, such as "For the killing of a single blow like the Battle of Vidorun Island," etc.

Stimulating, inflammatory words, full of banners with a stroke of brush.

There was, and I don't know if the banner wasn't enough.

In front of him, there were a few officials who tried to seduce people.

It was attracting.

Roughly speaking, the following words were the mainstream.

"Anyone who wants to reach the highest level of Muhak through the province, we're here.

Subscribe to the Gobaekhoe. The end of the road is here.

If you want to reach the extreme of the strongest and most effective morality,

Don't hesitate.

The door is always open. But the check-in time is...

It's due tomorrow.

Don't do any more foolish acts of hesitation. "

It seemed to be a place related to the provincial law. The weapons they were wearing were all doe too.

The propaganda on the other side was different. They're all only on their backs or backs.

They were the ones wearing swords.

"That's a complete lie. The highest peak of martial arts is

No matter what anyone says, it's the prosecution.

Even a child with a three-year-old nosebleed

There's a story we all know.

Who dares to argue that the sword is the sword of the bayonet king?"

If only a thousand days were spent on the sword, Ryu-Yeon would have known as Amisan.

It was something I've heard before.

The minimum amount of time to learn one weapon properly.

The word "chang" means 100 days, "do" means 1,000 days, and "black" means 100 days.

In other words, it was three months and thirty years, respectively.

That's how hard it is to learn the sword, and you can't just say you know it.

It was advice. Instead of these teachings, there is one more phrase attached to the syllabus.

That was the phrase "one hundred million days of rhinestone."

In other words, you have to go through more than 300 previous lives and learn beyond life and death.

It is an expression of confidence that is beyond wild.

It was an inquisitive phrase from Ryu-Yeon.

The propaganda war on both sides was not over yet.

"All martial arts are brought together by the sword. The only effective way to do it is to do it.

The real reason for the slaughter is not for the humble reasons, but for the purpose of his own training.

It's because it's a dance. How dare you compare yourself to a sword?

Now, do you want to be the master of swords? The goal of the First Sword.

If you're burning, join our sword marriage.

A new sword is waiting for you.You'll be able to see all the blackness, black wind, black river."

It was the voice from two places, the largest building and the largest number of people.

The contents of the propaganda were also loud. I don't care about the immorality of false advertising.

There was no doubt that the rival relationship was as strong as the enemy's. Opponent

It was evident in their propaganda, busy chipping away. Other places

The content is different, but the propaganda is about joining their hobbies.

It was engaged in a heated competition. There's a wide variety of propaganda.

It was all sorts of things.

"Where the hell is this place? It's quiet in here.

I'm not gonna die."

The fact that so many young latecomers are gathered and chatting like crazy...

For Ryu-yeon, it was an unfamiliar sight.

"Where the hell are we?"

Unable to resist curiosity, Ryu-yeon asked Changhong again. He came here

He's the one who brought it in, so I'm sure he knows the answer to his question.

Ryu-Yeon's idea of something was coherent. And his reasoning is...

Fortunately, I am not wrong.

" Uh, didn't you know? This is one of the famous places of Cheonmu Hakgwan.

It's a distance."

"Street of the club?"

The three shouted in unison. Changhong for the three puzzled.

Friendly added an explanation.