Chapter 628

Episode 628. do you want to go back

The true men of the Chun Lei sect turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight of the true man of Zhang Wu Sword.

On the contrary, smiles bloomed on the faces of the true men of the Cheontae sect who lived their lives.

Their gaze turned to a sly-looking old man of the Chun-lei sect named Sim Tong.

Judging from the conversation, it is clear that the heartache was the family member of Jin-in, who had a romantic relationship in the past.

It was good that he was reunited with the family head he once served in a secret land, but it was wrong to end well because he openly attacked the family head.

When everyone was thinking about that, Yeon Jeok-ha approached Shen-tong.

“Why don’t you talk, you old man!”

But what is surprising is the reaction of heartache.

He looked shocked, but he didn’t shiver like someone whose life was threatened.

Rather, he held his hands together and raised them to the height of his face, congratulating him, saying,

“Confucius Yeon! I congratulate you on the achievements of the grand duke!”

“What bullshit?”

“I had no doubt that this heartache would go on incessantly in the Savior!”

“Damn it. Seokgyeongjang says Silgaecheon?”

“Doesn’t a small stream flow and go to the sea? Just like the Confucius you opened now.”

“Okay, come closer.”

As the heartache approached him hesitantly, Yeonjeokha slammed his face with his fist.

Perok-.

With the sound of the watermelon bursting, my heartache flew back and crashed into me.

The Jinn of the Tianluo sect and the Tiantai sect believed that Sim Tong died instantly.

Hearing the sound of something completely exploding was more than enough to kill me.

But everyone’s thoughts went astray again.

Heartache Jinin stumbled and stood up from his seat.

He shook his head as if trying to come to his senses and spoke casually.

“Oops! Goal. Suddenly, I think of Baekkyo. That old man was beaten like this.”

“...”

Yeon Jeok-ha clenched his fists with a confused face.

After being hit in the face, it seems that Muyoungshintu and Baekkyo came to mind. Baek Kyo moved from Obong Sanchae to Jeokpungchae and was murdered by Jegal Seung-un, the musketeer of the Cheonjimaeng.

As he remembered the old days in Gangho, the boiling anger slowly faded.

The heartache of looking under the enemy ship gradually took root.

“Prince Confucius, it seems that I lost my mind while learning the techniques of the Tianlei sect. Getting hit by one blows my mind. In the future, if I don’t know the fraction, please teach me once in a while.”

“Stop talking nonsense and tell me what happened.”

“A thunder bell?”

“Who is curious about the Tian Lei Bell?”

It was only then that he touched the blue bruised cheekbones with heartache and said,

“After Confucius passed away, living in the spirit was no fun. So I went to the Eighthwangsinmo and asked her to send me too. I thought I’d do a contract in return, but what? Do you just let it go without any conditions? That’s how it came.”

“How did you get into the Thunder Bell? It must have taken me older.”

“It has a bit of a story. I arrived at the Cheonguan Mountains. There, he met the Okcheong union who was being chased by Ui Dannokrok, the blood master servant. What is it? After I kicked out Wu Yi-dan Nok-rok with this Geumgang-jeo, the Okcheong labor union said thank you and said let’s go to Cheon-roe bell together? At that time, I went to the Cheonroe sect and became a foreign student of the Okcheong union. They say that age is irrelevant when unions accept foreign students.”

“Then, did you achieve ‘Wonyoung Chilseong’ in the Chun Lei sect?”

“Yeah, the technique of Chen Lei Bell was strangely suited to me. Did you learn that Confucius is also a sucker?”

“I know.”

“That is very novel. Yeongji, Seoncho, Naedan, Danyak, and even the spiritual energy of the disciple of Jongmoon are absorbed very coolly. It’s similar to Kang Ho’s ‘Suction Hole’, but it has no side effects, so it’s really great. If I see something that suits me well, it will suit you well.”

“Did you achieve ‘Wonyoung Chilsung’ through that self-determination?”

“Yeah, the Okcheong union brought me a lot of things like Yeongji Seoncho and Naedan Danyak, saying they would see the end because my achievements were so fast. Thanks to that, I was able to do a job that would take others a hundred years.”

“Is that why you became a disciple of the Chun Lei sect to the core?”

“Oops! It can’t be. My bones are already buried in the Stone Sutra. Do you still say that when you see that I risked my life to come to ‘Heaven of Kings’?”

“....”

He didn’t say anything about the shameless questioning of his heartache.

“Yes?”

Heartache raised her eyes wide.

“The technique I learned is a technique that transcends the original spirit. But Shim could only memorize 300 characters.”

When Yeon Jeok-ha kept saying Sim-ssi-sim-ssi, heart pain put on the brakes.

“By the way, Gongja-nim, Mr. Sim. Please call me Old Sim, as before.”

“no. Mr. Shim has taken root in the Chun Lei sect, so you shouldn’t call him old man.”

“It takes root. Didn’t I tell you that my bones were buried in the Stone Sutra?”

“I’ll go to the Seokgyeongjang and check it out. Anyway, listen to Mr. Sim. Because I’m talking about old times. What do you think is the gist of the 300 character Gugyeol that Mr. Shim created?”

“That is absurd.”

They often talk about emptiness and emptiness and say, ‘Wait in the midst of emptiness’, but if you don’t know that, you’re a fool.

“Yes, the method we learned is obtained by emptying and discarding. The public law of the sect is the opposite. I have to steal it and suck it in and fill my body with it. These two cannot coexist in one body. Even if you teach the Okcheong union about the 300-character gu-gyeol, he won’t be able to learn it. Because if you do, you will face the mountain gong that Shim experienced before.”

“But I was able to collect aura through self-determination?”

“Yes, I must have come this far by breaking the three hundred character ballot and sucking myself. There are two energies in Sim’s body. The spirituality that has been raised through the three hundred characters Gugyeol and the spirituality of breathing.”

“Are you saying the two didn’t merge when I reached the stage of Immortal Immortality?”

“Uh, originally, it is normal to be combined, but the three hundred characters and the suction characters must be at odds. So, it must have created different auras.”

“Can you see that in your eyes?”

“At the time of the union, the spiritual eyes would have been opened, so the Okcheong union would know, right?”

“You mean the Okcheong union knew about it but didn’t tell me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t say it because I didn’t know if I knew it. Ask me later.”

“In your opinion, Confucius, why do you think the spiritual qi did not merge?”

“Teach me? You might be disappointed after hearing it.”

“Teach me.”

“The nine-thousand-yeo-iljingyeong (the mother of the three-hundred-character Gugyeol) is a slow but perfect technique that allows you to transcend the original spirit. On the other hand, absorption is a fast but imperfect technique. Sim also said it. It’s similar to Kangho’s suction hole. I think it’s because the perfect method was rejected by the imperfect method. It might have been fine if Mr. Sim hadn’t mastered the three-hundred-character system.”

“Are you saying that the 300 character gugyeol you learned from Confucius is the root cause?”

“I blame myself for my inadequacies. I memorized them all.”

“Grunt!”

A groan of pain escaped the man’s mouth.

That’s right.

In the past, he taught all nine hundred characters in Mount Obong. Among them, he was the one who memorized only three hundred characters.

At that time, I boasted that memorizing three hundred characters was a big deal, but I never thought I would get caught up in it!

Yeonjeokha continued to speak.

“What do you think will happen if the spirit created by the three hundred characters collides with the spirit created by the breath of blood? At that time, sangong will happen again. It is different from the mountain gong experienced in Obong Mountain in the past. It will be a huge hit.”

“Have you had any problems so far?”

“It must be because the aura created by self-sufficiency is relatively weak. Even if it was 300 characters, his abilities would be superior to those of breathing. Just...”

“Just what?”

“Isn’t the future a problem? If the aura of the three hundred characters Gugyeol becomes vigilant enough, the two auras will eventually collide. At that moment, the tower you worked hard for will collapse in an instant.”

“Are you telling me to stop here?”

“Can you stop? You said you would take care of them instead of them, but you tried to draw out the energy and eat it, right?”

“Because that’s the way the clan works.”

“If I were Mr. Sim, I would melt the aura of self-sufficiency with a 300-character ballot even now.”

“Then it really won’t be porridge or rice.”

“Why are you looking for porridge and rice here? You said you buried your bones in the stone sutra? You don’t want to go back to the heartache of Shigyeongjang, do you?”

The heartache didn’t answer Katabuta.

I miss the days of the Seokgyeongjang, but it was hard to give up the longevity Buddhist temple in front of me.

After a while, the heartache asked.

“Is there any way to get back to the Shigyeongjang?”

“You want to go back?”

“...”

Leaving behind the heartache of being locked in a relationship, he moved to another place.