Chapter 72

Episode 72. Do you know how to win sword?

Bo Bong-hyun.

Obong Sanchae.

With the advent of famous schools, Chilpaimun and the Five Greats turned upside down, but there are places where it is not. It is obongsanchae. Obong sanchae was peaceful like never before.

Thanks to the terrifying existence of Yumyeonggyo, the small sanchae of the green forest was naturally forgotten. The thieves were no longer worried about the revenge of the Luoyang warriors.

A hot summer has passed.

When autumn came, changes came to Obong Sanchae.

The martial arts of the Five Bon 10 Girls have overtaken Hwang Yo-myeong, a poison heart bag. He became a true prefectural master. Knowing this, Hwang Yo-myeong’s posture lowered even further.

In the case of Yeonjeokha, the sword got used to the hand as much as Bakdo.

In fact, it was predicted that he would soon adapt to the sword. Moreover, the Gucheonsaebeop he learned was a great help in changing weapons because it was a martial art that deals with the body.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, Yeonjeokha began to practice the gucheongu sword in earnest.

The day the first snow fell.

Gumil Bok-geom Sim Yang-gak, a natural genius of Obong Sanchae, entered Seonjeong while practicing the 300-character method. If I hadn’t done that for a while, it wouldn’t have been a big deal.

He awoke from the trance only after three days.

Just before waking up, three tangible golden flowers bloomed above his head. It was the realm of three flowers and three flowers, which Taoists say.

When the spirits are mixed and become one, a phenomenon such as metamorphosis occurs inside the body. At this time, a golden flower-like sculpture appears above the head, and it is called Samhwachwijeong.

Simyanggak even regained its history that it lost while entering Samhwachwijeong. His inner strength, which had been tainted with demonic energy, was reborn as pure, peaceful work through the 300-ja practice.

In the case of Simyanggak, which was a provincial master, it is now strong enough to hear the sound of a master drummer. Even if he wielded the Yuyeop Sword casually, the sword wind would extend one sheet (approximately 3 meters).

When Simyanggak regained his gong power, Yeonjeokha even taught him the nine-year-old law of eating meat.

Hwang Yo-myeong is the one who fell into the abyss due to the resurrection of Simyang-gak, who was a dead man. He stopped eating and drinking for several days and looked at Shenyanggak.

If it was Shenyanggak in the past, at least one of Hwang Yo-myeong’s arms would have been cut off right away.

However, for some reason, Shen Yang-gak did not touch Hwang Yao-ming. Rather, I just handed him a short word, ‘Do your best’.

It was only then that Hwang Yo-myeong resumed the meal he had cut off and went hiking diligently.

It’s a new year.

Obongsipgeol did not stop training as if he had been stimulated by Shen Yanggak.

Simyanggak lived in the backyard even in the cold, immersed in the training of Gucheonsaebeop at Simyanggak University.

Late in the afternoon, Yeonjeokha, who was walking around the backyard, suddenly stopped.

The old Sim Yang-gak was sweating profusely and wielding a Yu-yeop sword.

Standing in the middle of the day, I watched him.

It unfolded like water flowing from the solar eclipse of the nine thousand years old to the sixth eclipse.

His movements can be felt in detail, perhaps because he used Bakdo until last summer.

It is hard to believe that he is a famous Madou when looking at the lively and elegant projection of Shenyanggak.

“What are you looking at, Confucius?”

Shen Yang-gak approached Yeon Jeok-ha, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“I just want the old man to be so eager.”

Even after Shen Yang-gak regained his inner strength, he still called Yeonjeokha as Confucius. Even though he was a senior, the title of old man Shim stuck to his lips and he did not change it.

“Hehe, where is it just me? Don’t you and Confucius also practice swordsmanship until the sun goes down?”

“We are young. The days of my life remained bright. Why is old Shim sweating so much when he doesn’t know when he will be called?”

“Don’t you know that it’s sadder when an old person is beaten up for lack of strength? In order to be treated by juniors until the moment I die, I have to sweat a little on a regular basis.”

“Oops! Who dares to scold Old Sim? Everyone lives while paying attention to old Sim.”

“Exactly. Because I am strong, they look at me. If I had been a goner, I would have lived my life being hit here and there like pebbles rolling around in a field of shit.”

“It is a strange mental world. I envy you.”

“Is there anyone in the spiritual world who can follow Confucius? The person who steals the money of merchants and military officers teaches thieves about their precious martial arts.”

“It’s money, and that’s what happened because I was trying to make a living. Then what should I starve to death? There is a saying that if you starve for three days, you will climb over someone else’s wall. I am just like that.”

“I think Old Sim is really knowledgeable.”

“Hehe, isn’t there a lot of years spent in Gangho? Most of these are things I’ve heard by ear. Confucius will soon reach that level.”

“Is that so?”

“What is it like? In martial arts, the mind is important. Without faith, nothing can be done. It may seem unfamiliar and strange now, but think of it as something that Confucius can take for granted, just as a fish breathes underwater.”

He nodded his head in sympathy with Simyanggak’s serious advice.

For Yeon Jeok-ha, who learned alone without a teacher, Shen Yang-gak’s words were a very good stimulus.

“okay. trust.”

“That’s right. People can do what they imagine and believe. Whatever it is.”

“Imagine and believe this, right?”

I accepted that it is similar to ‘drawing with the heart’.

Imagine and believe?

However much. I’ve lived in the mirror and even seen a girl named Gucheon, and that’s about it!

“Yes, since Confucius has never been on a road, I can only imagine it. After all, isn’t that what qi is? Imagining the invisible and bringing it out into the real world is my inner skill. Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Have faith that what you imagine will come true.”

“Thanks for the nice talk.”

“you’re welcome. First of all, it would be a good idea to practice with empty water. You have to be able to move things by out-of-the-box bets so that you can win a sword or anything else.”

“aha!”

That makes sense.

In the meantime, the 5 Bon 10 Girls came out to the backyard one by one.

After exchanging eye greetings with the rivals, we moved to the first peak of Obongsan Mountain.

The first peak of Obongsan Mountain.

The couple sat cross-legged on a wide rock.

The wind blew fiercely, but the cold was not felt as it had already reached the state of being unstoppable.

‘It’s empty water...’

He took out a dagger from the arms of the enemy.

Last year, the abductor threw it at Mr. Po’s shrine and ran away.

He threw the dagger in front of him about a step away and stretched out his blade.

As soon as I made up my mind, the power generated in the danteon was pushed through my fingertips like an angry sword.

puck.

‘huh?’

The dagger was blown away by the energy that extended from the fingertips.

‘this!’

Belatedly, he realized his own problem with serialization.

When it came to exuding energy, he could only send it out strongly.

It is said that there are many kinds of energy in the nine thousand and nineteen days. Right now, the energy of the five elements has the properties of fire, water, wood, iron, and soil.

Where is that!

Vital Qi Normal Qi Boil Qi Crisis Crisis Qi Extravascular Qi Qi Long Qi Qi Long Qi Qi (qi of the meridians of the meridian) Qi Qi Yanggi (阳气) Takgi (濁气) Yinqi (陰气)....

If there is dry energy, there is a sticky energy, and if there is a pushing energy, there is a pulling energy.

For a long time, he thought about what kind of energy is needed for the sky submerged.

have to pull

After imagining and imagining such energy, he pushed it away with a sword.

A cobweb-like energy flowed out of the blade.

What Yeonjeokha imagined was a spider’s web.

Squeak.

The dagger moved slowly into the hand of the younger brother.

A cool laugh erupted from the mouth of the young enemy who finally succeeded in grabbing the dagger.