Chapter 174

"uh? If it's Hwayang Sword Jin Baek Yang, isn't that the person that benefactor killed? Right?"

There is only one thought in the moment.

'I should have put a muzzle in that bastard's mouth.'

Is that a human or an animal?

But it's already too late. Cheongpung was already running rampant like an unleashed pit bull terrier.

"It's a famous story. After a fierce fight, the benefactor stabbed the sword into Hwayang Sword's chest! Blood!"

Please stop. Stop it, you crazy bastard.

It has to be stopped right now. That was when I was about to speak out.

"I heard you cursed at Hwayanggeom? Hands, this baby! "

"… … Where else did you hear that?"

"You know everyone you meet. I said that I was close with my benefactor, and many people came to tell me about this and that. Sooksu-nim brings you lots of delicious food too."

For some reason, I was often away.

It seems that while staying at Jinga in Taewon, he wandered around and ate and heard a lot.

'Thanks to that, I got f*cked.'

He swallowed and slowly turned his head. There was Jeokcheongang with a completely unknown expression.

"Ohhap."

Jeokcheongang's eyebrows twitched.

"misunderstanding?"

"yes. really. really."

"Wrong. This can be happen. Rumors circulating in Moorim are bound to be twisted and inflated."

A dry voice continued.

"So, it wasn't you who killed Hwayang Sword?"

"uh… … that's me right But this."

"Then I don't need to hear any more."

I couldn't speak It was because, just a few steps ahead, I could see the red-hot hands of Jeokcheongang.

Whoops.

It is felt. A tremendous flow of energy.

The cold air shatters and the heat of the desert rages. The heat that squeezed between her lips seemed to burn her lungs.

Memories from just a few months ago flash through my mind.

'Flame kidney?'

right. It is a fire elongation. However, it was different from Jopil's.

Several times stronger, stronger, just stronger than that. Jeokcheongang was no longer an old man with few days left to live.

He is truly the King of Fire.

"To go against the laws of heaven and kill the Hwayang Sword. Are you really a human?"

"Hey, wait! There are quite profound and complicated circumstances… … "

That was a mistake.

Instead of talking about the situation, he should have screamed out loud that the general had betrayed Taewon and Jinga.

Deep and complicated ej@culation?

'Shiba, I have to wait for that to speak.'

For a moment, I forgot who the opponent in front of me was.

Hwawang Jeokcheongang.

Words such as profound and complicated were light years apart from him who burned and killed a thousand people for the simple reason of breaking into and arson.

Whoa!

Damn old man… … .

It's dirty simple and hot in case someone isn't the King of Fire. I felt the heat of the flames and opened my eyes.

'Is it a kaleidoscope?'

In the slowed-down world, his palms, engulfed in flames, were slowly approaching my chest.

If Jopil's flame kidney is beef bone soup, then that is Maeuntang. Topped with lots of chili peppers.

I can't guarantee my life if I get hit with something like that.

'I have to stop it.'

The problem is that I can't lift a finger.

The slow flow of everything in the world is only the effect of the brain that recognized the crisis of death, not because the Jeokcheon River slowed down or I became faster.

'I'll be sick.'

I desperately raised my hand, but it was too late.

In the darkness of despair, it was the moment when the palms of the red-flaming Jeokcheongang filled my eyes.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! bang!

A blade of sword shot out of nowhere and hit Jeokcheongang's hand.

Vivid purplish black. It is the blue wind. A man's cry was heard over the roar.

"Benefactor!"

desperate cry. The flames of the Jeokcheon River could not be stopped even by the sword of the blue wind. It only slowed down for a moment.

However, the crossroads of life and death are divided at the very moment.

'now!'

The 45 years of effort that was coiled in the Danjeon stretched out. The heat wave rises like a wildfire and soars along the numerous blood vessels.

The destination is two hands. I stretched out my hand as hard as I could towards the flames of the Jeokcheon River.

'Damn it. There is no time to take out the weapon.'

Bare hands were the only thing I thought of against the flame kidney.

It's obviously crazy, but… … At least that's the best crazy thing I can do in the current situation.

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I let out a roar that came from the depths of my heart.

"Cheongpung is a dog!"

The moment when I finally touched the flame kidney.

oh oh

A deafening roar erupted.

A roar as if the sky were splitting. After a moment of silence, change began.

Parss.

It turns into ashes and scatters. A stone wall carefully built ten years ago, a few trees planted in a corner of the yard, and black ash powder fluttering all over it fell on the old man's white hair.

"Eh, what is this… … The old man, Jang Tae-bo, could not control his trembling body.

He has spent a long time in Moorim, more than six times the mountains and rivers have changed.

He was only a field commander who had not learned martial arts, but because of that, he was able to meet many people.

'I beg you. If you want, I'll even offer you my head!'

'Please make the best sword in the world.'

'Are you the iron ark? It was sent by Buma Dowi (駙馬都尉).

The owners of prestigious green onion, who are said to be from the dumbest man to the next. In addition to that, even the powers of the imperial family.

The people who sought Jang Tae-bo varied, but his answer was always the same.

'If I'm qualified, I'll make it for you.'

Jang Tae-bo believed that every blade has a soul.

In order for a blunt and round piece of metal to take shape, thousands or tens of thousands of hardships must be experienced. I've been bent over and beaten countless times. It heats up and cools down.

When it takes shape at the end of that long process of endurance, it finally has a soul.

'So it must be my job to choose a suitable owner for the sergeant.'

Depending on whose hand it is held, it can be a killing sword or a bow sword.

Jang Tae-bo knew that fact very well, and that's why he didn't take any requests carelessly.

'Those who have a gentle personality, those who are full of ambition, who want to go their own way??…

Did you say white people?

So far, many different people have received weapons from him and returned to Moorim.

Some died, others survived, but they all had one thing in common.

'It was strong. All of them.'

They were masters who could easily become losers in a region.

There were strong men who could protect the coveted treasure and use it in their own way.

however… … .

'This, the interest is different.'

King of Fire Jeokcheongang.

The momentum and martial arts that radiated from that short body no longer belonged to humans.

He also realized that he would not need any weapons.

'The author's martial arts reached the sky.'

It doesn't matter what you hold or don't hold.

That was the state of transcendence that I had vaguely thought of.

"Whoa."

Jang Tae-bo let out the breath he had been holding in.

As his body relaxed, the object in his arms fell out.

It was so hard and light that it was hard to believe that it was a mineral, and it gave off a soft light even in the middle of the day.

"Oops!" "It is a treasure that will be reborn as the final masterpiece of a lifetime. He hurriedly picked up his 10,000 years and held it in his arms, and he hesitated.

When I came back to my senses, a fact that I had forgotten suddenly came to mind. It was the existence of the client.

"Hey, look! Stop! I mean stop!"

Jang Tae-bo, who got up from his seat, hurriedly ran.

At the foot of the Jeokcheon River, the young man, who was lying naked with all his clothes burned, could not feel any movement.

"Lord, are you dead?"

Jeokcheongang did not answer. He just stared back and forth between his hand and the young man with a terrifyingly stiff face.

"Say something!"

"I-Izaga!"

It was at that moment when Jang Tae-bo, who burst into anger, tried to check the condition of the young man, Jin Tae-gyeong.

"I am not dead. I just passed out for a while with internal injuries."

The owner with a clear voice interrupted him and continued.

"Right, enemy grandpa?"

"… … okay."

The voice of the Jeokcheongang that finally came out was quite restful.

The surprise and complex emotions he felt were revealed in his every word.

"I had no intention of killing him in the first place."

Just as Cheongpung and Jang Tae-bo let out a sigh of relief, Jeokcheon-gang added a short word.

"Until now."

""...!"

..!

""...!"

..!"

"Don't worry. Everything will be decided later after hearing the details."

Jeokcheongang stared at the fallen Jin Taegyeong with strange eyes.

"I have so many questions to ask of this guy."

Jang Tae-bo stepped out at those words that sounded dangerous at first glance.

Even though he directly witnessed the King of Fire's inaction, he was unable to shake the strong will created by the years.

"It sounds like you're going to torture me."

"I don't have any hobbies like that. If necessary."

"You mean you don't know who that young man is? Even though you are a master among the ten kings, if you thought that you would be safe even if you turned the entire Wurim of Shanxi into your enemy, you would be very mistaken!"

Jeokcheongang laughed.

"There was once a group of 100,000 men who ate up half of the world. Do you think I was afraid of them?"

""...!"

..!"

Jang Tae-bo was speechless.

That's right, the opponent is the King of Fire. Jiuhuashan's old monster who fought alone against the demonic cult that once tried to rule the world.

Positive, evil, evil. He didn't belong anywhere, and he put himself on the scales of war.

The reason was simple. Because they invaded their territory.

Jeokcheongang stared at Jang Taebo with reddish eyes.

"Just one request. Please don't ask anyone for help. I don't want to burn Shanxi Murim at my age."

This is true. And he had the power to turn words into facts.

"Are you sure?"

"I will keep that in mind."

"It's a wise move."

When Jeokcheongang smiled and turned around, Jang Taebo's legs relaxed. Cheongpung, who grabbed him as he was about to fall, asked.

"Where are you going?"

"Isn't there a guesthouse where you guys stayed? I will be there in advance, so follow me."

Looking at the back of the Jeokcheongang River, which is slowly moving away, Cheongpung muttered like a grumble.

"Phew, Grandpa is right. That person's personality is really strange."

He calmly let out a sound that would have silenced him if Jin Tae-gyeong heard it, and bowed toward Jang Tae-bo.

"It caused a lot of trouble. Then I'll see you."

Then, Jin Tae-kyung and Hyuk Moo-jin were tucked in on both sides and they ran out in a hurry.

Jang Tae-bo, who stood there as if possessed by a ghost for a while, soon realized an important fact that he had forgotten for a while.

'Hwawang, have you seen such a f*cking old man?'

You have to do a lot of bad things.

All but the cornerstone was burned. He sighed heavily as he stared blankly at the ashes scattered everywhere.

"Nimi, it's over here too."

It was the moment when he put an end to his honey-like retirement life.