Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 162 Wind from the North Sea (2)

“Huh? Confucius.”

“How are you?”

“Yes. “Are you going out?”

“Uh, I have somewhere to go.”

“Me too…”

“Okay, so you can just practice with the swordsmanship I gave you. “It will take some time to attach it to your body.”

“Ah… yes.”

Seolyang quickly walked out the front door, covering his face with a large bamboo hat.

Ma Dong-pil tilted his head.

“Why are you covering your face like that?”

At that time, a tired voice was heard from behind.

“I guess he did it because he was embarrassed.”

Because Seo-ryang’s behavior was different from usual, he didn’t even know about So Yeon-sim’s existence.

“I meet Lord Hwanhee Won.”

“There is no need to greet each other like that, Ma Howie.”

“no. But what happened…?”

“I came here to do some persuasion and just relax.”

“Persuasion?”

“I am a special escort.”

“ah!”

“The leader also hinted at me. “I also came to pay for a cup of tea.”

Ma Dong-pil smiled.

But even for a moment.

“Did you do a massage?”

“yes.”

Ma Dong-pil looked at So Yeon-sim as if he were envious.

Even taking a single step seemed difficult. The demonic energy spreading was very unstable.

“It looks like there was a pretty intense exchange.”

“It wasn’t to that extent.”

Yeah, it wasn’t that bad.

‘As expected, it’s amazing.’

Su Yanshen shook her head, remembering the fight a little while ago.

‘Could it be because he climbed the pole? Or is it innate? Where on earth does such a feeling come from?…’

She was a rare martial artist who achieved great power over the heavenly devil. There were many people in the school who were stronger than her, but there were no more than five people who had a higher understanding of martial arts than her.

‘It’s still just an introduction, but I have a clear understanding of the path that leads to extreme intention.’

The ultimate meaning of Byeokryeok-won lies in one strike against the body and the destruction of the enemy with two strikes. It means to subdue the enemy with one fist and destroy it with two fists, so no more than three weapons are used to harm the enemy.

This is the same no matter what type of herbivore is used. Although he is extremely vicious and strong, unlike a magic martial artist, he first subdues him and then decides whether to kill him or save him.

‘There is no way the leader would have told me.’

It was not because I knew the personality of the leader, but I was able to recognize it from the movements of the three princes.

‘Every time you exchange one sum, herbivory is gaining on your body at an alarming rate. If it’s like this, it won’t take much time to achieve greatness.’

A glimpse of envy passed through So Yeonsim’s eyes.

“…Genius is different.”

“Probably not.”

“Yes?”

So Yeon-sim looked at Ma Dong-pil.

Ma Dong-pil said calmly.

“Aren’t you thinking of Confucius?”

“that’s right.”

“yes. That’s why I’m telling you this.”

Soyeonsim’s eyes sparkled.

“The person who was closest to Confucius was Ma Howie. But doesn’t Ma Howie think Confucius is a genius? “You’ve been watching that scary growth trend, right?”

“We need to consider how far talent should be limited. Whatever the standard, Confucius is clearly the possessor of outstanding talent. However, I dare to assure you that it is not a gift from heaven.”

So Yeonsim was surprised. Even so, he didn’t know that he would evaluate the person he served in that way.

“Why do you think that? “If I wasn’t a genius, I wouldn’t have been able to reach the pole position at such a young age.”

“I feel this when I look at Confucius. “Talent has a big impact on growth, but it is not an essential factor.”

“Do you want to tell me that you put in that much effort?”

“Effort is fundamental.”

“sure?”

Ma Dong-pil turned his head to the front door.

Seoryang disappeared immediately, but Ma Dong-pil’s eyes were filled with deep emotion, as if he was looking at the remnants he left behind.

“Assimilating life itself with martial arts. Not to separate myself from martial arts. In other words, you become the incarnation of martial arts.”

“It’s hard to understand what you’re saying. Most martial artists assimilate life and martial arts. Because without that, you can’t become strong.”

“You don’t try to embody the principle of radish in even the single movement of lifting a spoon, right?”

“…!”

“That would also be Confucius’ unique method, achieved through hard work.”

“Does Ma Howie mean that we should do it efficiently even if we put in the same effort?”

Ma Dong-pil did not answer.

Although I agree with So Yeon-sim, I think there is more to Confucius than that. Anyway, I know that talent didn’t play a big role in Confucius’ inexplicable growth rate.

“Are you busy?”

“yes?”

“If you’re not busy, would you mind rubbing with me?”

Surprise bloomed on So Yeonsim’s face. At least, from what she had seen, Ma Dong-pil was not the type of person who would suggest a meeting first.

But even for a moment.

“I’m always busy. “Hwanheewon is probably the busiest organization after the military department?”

“Oh, I see. “Excuse me.”

“But what…”

Soyeonsim smiled.

“It would be okay to fool around for a day.”

“thank you.”

Soyeonsim flopped down on the floor of the gym.

“Before that, let’s eat first. I’m so tired even though I’m exchanging white blows without any internal energy. “I guess I’m getting older too.”

* * *

“Hoo?”

Yang Jeong, who received the letter, smiled at Yeo Kang-hwi.

“It is said that the Three Dukes have agreed to the request of Prince Xiao.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Yeo Kang-hwi smiled brightly.

Yang Jeong was impressed without even realizing it. Even after seeing her for dozens of days, I am still amazed by that beautiful face.

“It’s really fascinating.”

“yes?”

“I don’t know how a man’s face can be so beautiful.”

Immediately after speaking, Yang Jeong made a mistake.

“I’m sorry. “I don’t think you’ll like this kind of talk.”

“no. Anyway, I’m saying he’s handsome. “It actually feels good.”

“haha.”

Yang Jeong got up from his bed and asked.

“How can this old man avoid his seat?”

“Oh, yes, thank you.”

“As you know, I and the other members of the group hiding near the bamboo forest were in charge of protecting the Lord of the Little Palace. “You may need to move away a little, but please understand that you must maintain a certain distance.”

“of course.”

Yang Jeong turned around.

“Sogungju.”

“yes?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to say this, but since I’ve only seen you for a few days, I’d like to say a few words out of frustration.”

“which…?”

“Be careful.”

Yang Jeong continued, still walking away with his back turned.

“In the past, the Three Dukes were such a rough person that they were called tyrants. “I have never had a conversation with him in person, but even if only half of the rumors are true, he is not an easy person to deal with.”

“Oh, I see.”

Yeo Kang-hwi lowered his head.

“Thank you for your concern.”

“Then do you know what the three gongjas are called on campus these days?”

“…?”

“Demon Lord.”

“…!”

“As the period of peace continued, the demons of our school also lost their belligerence to some extent. It’s different from us old horse people who are retired. However, our juniors are also those who inherit the blood of the devil. “They also have madness inside of them that is just as much as us, perhaps even greater than ours.”

Yang Jeong stopped walking and glanced at Yeo Kang-hwi.

Yeo Kang-hwi’s face was noticeably stiff.

“They are calling the Three Dukes the demon lord. There were no fancy modifiers or anything like that. “The two letters ‘Demon Lord’ embody the admiration of such young demons.”

“….”

“You don’t know that Sogungju’s intentions are different. I don’t really want to know that either. However, since you are the other person, it would be better not to provoke him with unnecessary words.”

With those words, Yang Jeong went into the bamboo forest.

Yeo Kang-hwi’s eyes deepened.

‘It’s the devil…’

He recalled the conversation between the veteran experts who had escorted him here.

– That’s amazing. At that age, did you develop martial skills that were comparable to those of the heads of the Seven Families? He’s a complete monster?

– Uh-huh, this guy. Be careful what you say. Aren’t you a disciple of the religious leader?

– Risk.

– I heard that you have completely lost your martial arts skills, but if you have grown so much in just two years, you are probably not a great person.

– Martial arts are martial arts, but determination stands out more. Negotiating with the heads of the Seven Families… Even if you have the inspector’s epaulet, distribution is usually difficult.

– uh? negotiation? What does that mean?

– I still haven’t gotten over the habit of living with my ears closed. This time, didn’t the religious leader select and send Sam Gongja as a special inspector?

– Ohh? Leaving behind the Archduke or the Duke?

– That’s right. However, it seems that the Three Dukes have properly suppressed the Seven Household Lords. It is said that Tuwangmaga even ordered Bonmun.

– Kiya, you’re hot.

He also knew a certain amount about the Mado Chilga. Aren’t they the shaman families who have been the hands and feet of Shingyo for hundreds of years and have become a great support to the martial arts world?

He even carried out inspections against the heads of such families at such a young age. As one veteran said, it was impossible to distribute it normally.

‘It is said that martial arts skills can be accumulated through hard work, but distribution skills have to be innate.’

Yeo Kang-hwi’s eyes sparkled.

‘It’s even more interesting.’

It was said that Cheonma Lee Cheon-sang of the time never gave official duties to his students except for the Grand Duke. If such a religious leader skipped the two gongjas and gave official duties to the three gongjas, it means that the three gongjas’ abilities were that outstanding.

‘It’s okay as long as you have outstanding ability.’

Yeo Kang-hwi bit his lip.

‘I don’t like relying on someone, but… I can’t help it.’

In any case, it would be a good thing for Protestantism as well. He was confident.

“Whoa.”

Yeo Kang-hwi took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the bench. It was to calm my pounding heart.

How much time has passed like that?

Sara la rock.

The sound of bamboo leaves colliding rang in my ears.

For some reason, the wind seemed to blow stronger than usual. The sound of the bamboo shoots hitting each other sounded like the sound of rain.

Sabak.

Yeo Kang-hwi’s gummi twitched.

Sabagsabag.

A person approaches, stepping on bamboo leaves that have fallen on the ground.

‘You’re here.’

My heart is pounding.

My heartbeat got faster and faster.

‘I don’t pretend to be popular or reveal my presence.’

If you look at the consistent gait and stride length, it is clear that it is a well-trained martial artist. It seemed clear that he was the Three Dukes I had heard about through rumors.

An intangible energy arose in Yeo Kang-hwi’s body.

Ssyuk.

The energy that moved as if flowing in the wind tried to feel the body of a person approaching. I wanted to see how powerful he was.

but.

Teeeeee!

‘Sigh!’

The energy that flowed out bounced back at an alarming speed.

‘The sound energy of Yinmak Qigong does not work.’

It was a soft and delicate energy that permeated objects. If you make up your mind and send it out, it will be difficult for even a Chojeoljeong expert to recognize the phonograph.

That kind of phonograph couldn’t even get close and was thrown out. I could tell that my opponent was a horribly trained expert.

chuck.

Finally the steps stopped.

Yeo Kang-hwi opened his eyes.

Ssssss.

The chill naturally spread, covering the ground within a three-jang radius radius with frost.

Pusssss.

At the same time, the reddish heat quickly erased the frost.

“It’s a place I don’t want to come back to even if I die, but there were times when I missed the breeze here.”

He is well over six feet tall and has an extremely imposing physique.

Although his nose was covered with bamboo lipstick, it was clear at first glance that he was a young man with barely a lip.

“I’m going to give you some nice wind, so I hope you can re-establish that icy energy.”

Slurp.

The chill emanating from Yeo Kang-hwi disappeared as if it had been washed away.

He got up from his seat.

“Are you a Three Confucius?”

“exactly.”

The young man took off his bamboo ribs.

At that moment, Yeo Kang-hwi gasped without realizing it! I laughed out loud.

The young man, Xu Liang, frowned. His expression was not good at all, as if the dark bruises around his eyes still hurt.

“If you called me for a trivial reason, I think it wouldn’t be fun.”

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