Episode 1. West

"I wonder if it's over now… … ."

Kangshi also dies when his neck is blown off. How much more so is a person.

thud!

The wind-thunder that escaped from his bloody hands fell to the ground. The axe that he usually wielded lightly like a whip was very heavy.

Yeon Ho-jeong looked down at her hand.

The chained hands were completely crushed. It was amazing how he could wield an axe the size of a human body with such a hand.

Chiriling!

A broken chain fell down.

"Because I knew it would be like this."

I forgot the pain because of the bitterness. With these hands, it seems like he can't even hold chopsticks, let alone an axe.

Still, isn't that enough to have exchanged the head of the head of the cult, which is said to be the most vicious of the three religions? Of course, it's the same that he and the guy are in trouble.

"Is he dead?

"

Hojeong Yeon turned her head.

I saw an old man sitting on a small rock. It was Mo Yong-gun, the leader of the political faction at the time, the Murim Lord.

"Can't you see the neck is blown off?"

"I don't see it."

Yeon Ho-jung frowned. Looking closely, Mo Yong-eyes kun's were very cloudy. His excessive internal energy consumption and severe internal injuries caused his blindness.

He walked in front of Moyong and sat down.

"It is finished."

"You suffered."

yes, it was hard

The political faction and the black sword joined hands to destroy a fornication cult. The behaviour of the fornication cult was vicious enough to dispel the deep-rooted hatred and distrust of the two groups that had been at enmity for hundreds of years.

That viciousness and the unprecedented training relationship will end today.

and your own life too.

"Are you all right?

"

"… … Well, like that."

"Hey, hey, he's the first giant in history to be called the Great Master of the Dark Sword, so that should be enough."

That's about it... … .

Yeon Ho-jeong did not say that the final blow of Saeumgyoju cut off his heart.

He is somehow going on with his life with only a rat's tail, but he will die sooner or later.

"It's a surprise to the world. Why are you praising me?"

"I was just telling the truth. If it wasn't for you, the Black Sword Federation could have been halved ten years ago."

"If you did, you would have been killed before today came."

"That's right. They say it's a new horse, so I don't think you guys will benefit from it."

Yeonhojeong smiled.

Mo Yong-kun, who was silent for a while, opened his mouth.

"Why did you make that choice?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you originally from the Black Island? If he had come to our side, he would have earned a reputation as a master of the world, so why did he go over to the black sword and become the leader of that side?"

"Why are you bringing that up?"

"Before I die, I want to clear up my curiosity and go."

Mo Yong-voice kun's was somehow hollow.

Yeon Ho-jung, who was looking down at him, sighed.

"How long can you last?"

"I can't stand half an angle."

damn it

Normally, I would have been able to see through other people's physical condition at once. The heart vein is cut off, and the true qi is weakened, and even the sense of qi is dulled.

'Is this man over?'

This is kind of sad.

"Do you have any will?"

"The life I have lived is my will."

"It's like the Murim lord."

"So what is the answer?"

"Somehow it happened."

Of course, there was a reason. But I didn't want to talk about the past in front of people who were dying.

Mo Yong-kun smiled.

The blind man's smile made the viewer feel an unknown sadness.

"It's you."

"I will see you on the way to the end."

"Thank you."

It certainly seemed to change when a person died. Me too, this gentleman too.

"and."

"hmm?

"

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?"

"… … ."

"It's so bland… … ."

hooked

Yeon Ho-eyes jeong's were filled with strength.

"Kuweek!"

Yeon Ho-jeong vomited blood. A foul smell rose from the blood he vomited.

He looked down at his reputation. There was a tiny needle that was hard to see with the naked eye.

'Cow hair needle?!'

Yeon Ho-jeong lifted her trembling head and saw the bloody old man's face in her eyes. The face of the old man, who was breathing heavily, looked particularly dark.

Yeon Ho-eyes jung's were bloodshot.

"Everything, Tang Guan… … !"

A high-ranking figure who is the head of the Sacheon Tang family and the vice-leader of the Murim League.

Yeon Ho-jeong clearly saw that Dang-heart gwan's had been pierced by the yin-hwang-ji of Shaeumgyoju. Even if the heart was out of the way, the heart vein would have been ruptured due to the experience of Ji-Pung , so how are you still alive?

No, why the hell did you attack me?

"I'm not asking you to understand."

Yeon Ho-jeong glared at Mo Yong-gun.

Mo Yong-kun said in a bitter voice.

"If I die, who will stop you? The current political faction, Murim... … The Black Emperor cannot be stopped."

"Cool!

"

"I will apologise in the afterlife. Let's go together."

Damn it, I would have died if I had left it alone.

The heart veins connected by gears suddenly snapped. The internal strength evaporated in Danga's extreme poison, Danjangsan, and the five organs began to melt. The pain was so severe that he couldn't even scream.

Son of a bitch, even if you use poison, do you use something this poisonous?

thump!

Yeon Ho-jeong knelt down.

At the same time, the temple collapsed. Relaxed after completing his last mission, he is the first to die.

"why… … ."

words that I did not know.

A look of guilt appeared on Mo Yong's face.

"I'm so sorry."

Yeonhojeong's eyes grew darker and darker.

'Why does the end always look like a beggar?'

There is also a lesser evil, but if it becomes the worst, and if it is the best, it will greet the moment of the second best.

It always has been. The fate of this seemingly lucky but terribly bad guy was wreaking havoc until the very end.

Even though he learned the legendary martial arts, he did not become the best in the world, and he wanted to succeed, but he was the leader of the black swordsman.

I couldn't even be the best, but it was a tiring life that I had to take responsibility for.

but what... … Because she lived hard.

'The lord. You have to go to the underworld and apologise properly.'

* * *

"Maesanggung-gu, Chungwiwoo family, Jideukcheonsei, Manghwajesin… … ."

The voice that rang out in a certain tone was clear and clear.

'hmm?'

A heavy scent wafted beyond the calming tone.

'what? Did you come to a temple?'

But isn't that the sound of reciting sutras?

"Please look down on us from now on and help us to enjoy the family's glory for a thousand years."

Along with the sonorous voice, the surrounding movement was captured.

Hojeong Yeon opened her eyes.

'ok?'

Before, after, left and right, all those who were kneeling and lying down bowed.

Yeon Ho-jeong narrowed her eyes.

'What's the situation?'

But why?

This place is somehow familiar. I think I've seen people's costumes and that antique and simple altar somewhere.

Then, someone tapped me from behind. Yeon Ho-jeong looked back involuntarily.

His mouth fell open.

"uh?

"

I saw a boy bowing and holding his head up. And the boy's face turned pale.

The boy beckoned urgently. It was a gesture as if to bow.

But Yeonhojeong couldn't do that.

"Horizon?!"

The solemn atmosphere instantly subsided.

The air cools rapidly. However, Yeon Ho-jeong was not in the spirit to feel the atmosphere of this place.

This boy in front of you.

This boy with a brilliant face and impressive star-like eyes was his younger brother. Twenty-six years ago, a younger brother who had died along with the family that had been annihilated appeared openly.

'Is it a dream? fantasy?'

It can't be. He was not a person who lived an easy life enough to confuse reality with dreams or fantasies.

Even if it's not real.

Although the relationship has collapsed, the family that I wanted to see even in my dreams appeared. Yeon Ho-jung felt a strong emotion surging from the depths of her heart.

"Spread, flat!"

Yeonhojeong hugged the boy.

Embarrassment settled on the face of the boy, Yeon Ji-pyeong. I thought this nobleman was crazy.

The boy whispered softly and quickly.

"Tongue, brother! Don't do this! Are you scolded for this!"

"You bastard!"

This warmth and secretly trembling reaction.

Obviously, his brother was right. Yeonhojeong's vision became hazy.

"older brother! older brother! Oh, why are you like this... … ."

It was then.

"Hojeong."

Yeonhojeong's body stiffened.

The younger brother's face and voice were the same as he remembered. And this voice you hear now.

Yeon Ho-jung, who let go of Yeon Ji-pyeong, slowly turned around.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man standing in front of the altar was glaring at him with fearful eyes.

"What are you doing?

"

It wasn't a harsh rebuke or a question. There was an unbearable weight in his plain voice.

It was a voice that I was so afraid of and hated when I was a child. It was a family that didn't even try to face it because they didn't want to hear that voice.

"father?"

The middle-aged man, Yan Wei, frowned.

The image of the son standing up and trudging along blankly was very different from usual. It was a look of hopelessness, disbelief, surprise and emotion.

It was obviously a pretty impressive moment. His eldest son had never made eye contact with him since childhood. He was a guy who couldn't straighten his shoulders even once due to the oppression.

"Ah, Father!

"

Yeon Ho-jeong ran towards Yeon-wei. He was ready to hug him right away.

Yan Wei's hand moved.

He grabbed Yeon Ho-jeong's wrist at once and gave her strength.

thud!

'Oops!

'

Yeon Ho-jung knelt down. This is because the qi flowing through the wrists drained the strength from the legs.

"Are you saying you're really sane to make a fuss during the ceremony?"

This voice, which sent chills down my spine, now only sounded familiar.

Yeon Ho-jeong shook her head.

There was a hint of bewilderment on Yeon Wi's face as he looked down at his son. Yeon Ho-jeong's face as she looked at her was full of sadness.

Why is the eldest child acting strangely today?

"I will ask the sins of disturbing the sacrifice after it is over. Go to the office and wait."

It was the same cold tone as usual.

However, the answer that came back was different from usual.

"yes!"

Isn't that a bold answer, isn't it?

Yeon-wi, in a rare panic, tried to turn around, and Yeon Ho-jung stood up and looked around.

Everyone who participated in the ritual was looking at them. The eyes of the twenty or so people all contained confusion.

The face of Yeon Ho-jung, who looked around at them with a smile, instantly hardened.

'for a moment.'

I was so moved that I realised only now that this is a strange thing.

He looked down at his chest.

There was no downpour.

'Am I not dead?

'

And that wasn't all.

'No. More than not dead... … .'

A look of surprise appeared on Yeon Ho-jeong's face as she looked around once more.

'Is this my past?

'

He checked his hands and groped his body. I brushed her hair and examined her clothes.

Yes. It was his own body, but it was not his own body. His body, trained in countless battles, was full of scars, and his hands were full of calluses here and there.

The slim body and clean hands were definitely the body he had as a child.

"Unbelievable. Is this really possible... … ."

"What are you muttering about!"

Yeon-wee hurriedly reacted. Yeon Ho-jeong bowed her head shyly and left her seat.

He got out of his seat and looked around once again.

"… … It really is my home!"

One of the Seven Greats, which is said to be the best family in Gangho Murim.

Although it has only 50 years of history, it is a steel family whose presence is comparable to that of the other six generations.

Yeon Ho-jeong, Grand Duke of Byeoksan Yeonga , has returned.