Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 82



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“How can I endure the elder’s ten meals?”

“If you really do it, you won’t be able to endure it. Can you please be a little more lenient?”

“Cheongyu Sasuk hates that disciple. Will you let him off?”

As the inner energy opens and the energy expands, the disciples’ chatter can be heard.

“I hated seeing that guy, but it’s better this way.”

“I’m a layperson, but I’ve been installing things quite a bit.”

Of course there are people who care about me, but seeing as I’m being cursed at first, I guess I’m just a helpless person.

Anyway, some people are hoping for my miserable downfall. Of course, not all the non-partisan disciples could like me. In an organization, there are always people who don’t fit the same wavelength as you.

In that respect, it was a miracle that my disciples, who were Cheonghwa or Cheonghwa’s disciples, or the first and second great disciples who went out to rotate with me, did not hate me.

“What are you doing?”

At that moment, a voice like cold water woke me up.

It was Cheongyu’s voice, sharp and sharp, poking me in the eye.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“You said you would show me the ten herbs. Shouldn’t the elder come?”

“How could I make the first move against you? Have you ever seen a white stone move first in Go?”

“Oh, I see.”

Cheong-yu snorted at my words. I think I’ve heard it before. It’s an unspoken rule that when people with different distributions fight each other, they have to give up the third bite. Oh, I might forget.

“How can you be a shaman when you don’t even know the basics of martial arts… … .”

“Then I’ll go.”

I put my left foot forward and put strength into my right heel. My new body shot out like a cannonball.

I exploded my internal energy from my heels to achieve maximum speed.

“… … !”

Cheong-yu’s eyes, which had been laughing, grew wide. Now that I think about it, I’ve grown quite a bit in Infinite. I’ve spent a lot of money and polished up all my talents, so from the perspective of the shamans, I must be a real eye-catcher.

bang!

My sword flew in and clashed with Cheongyu’s sword, causing it to tremble. A simple downward strike. A slam of Mt. Taesan. It was a battle of strength and strength.

Of course, I should have been at an advantage since I was the one who struck down, but the title of Elder of Shamans was not light.

Despite his confusion, Cheong-yu’s movements were cool and rational. Cheong-yu seemed to be competing with me with his strength, but then he relaxed his strength, knocked me off balance, and returned to my dead corner.

I immediately touched the ground and spun around quickly using it as an axis. I aimed for Cheong-yu with the shortest distance using my sword and slashed into him. This was the first movement of the Five Element Sword, a fierce battle.

“Oh!”

It was a shout that seemed to have been shared by all the disciples and elders. Cheong-yu quickly deflected my sword upwards.

“uh?”

My sword flew vertically. That meant I missed the sword.

This was my own variation. Naturally, I couldn’t strike the shaman elder in the usual way.

I was pretending to use the rare and powerful shamanic technique, Yeolhwabeoncheon, while letting all the strength out of my hands. That’s why the sword flew upwards and my hands were able to go down.

The torso of the Qingyu was empty because the sword was slashed upwards. This was the situation I had drawn.

I stepped forward one step. The ground shook and dust spread out to the left and right. I saw Cheong-yu’s surprised eyes. He also realized my intention.

But it was already too late. I had already gathered all my strength and internal energy into my palm and pushed it away. It was the Taegeukjang (太極掌) among the recommended techniques I had learned while being scolded by Myungkyung.

“Huh!”

A short exclamation came out of Cheong-yu’s mouth. It wasn’t a laugh or anything. It was just amazement.

bang!

The palm tingles. The blow lands. The new form of Cheongyu flies far away.

“Wow… … .”

The eyes of the onlookers followed the parabolic curve of the new shape of the Qing Yu.

When the oil had fallen to the ground and was rolling around, a sword that had been floating in the sky fell towards me and I caught it.

“Heh heh.”

Cheong-ui, who had been watching, burst into laughter. It was a laugh that meant that he was dumbfounded.

To be honest, it was absurd. The disciple of the three great disciples had hit the elder shaman with a weapon.

Cheong-yu got up immediately and shook off his clothes, but he couldn’t erase the reddening feeling of humiliation on his face.

“… … That doesn’t make sense.”

The sleeves of Cheong-yu’s clothes were torn off all the way to her elbows. I thought he had hit her in the face, but it seemed like he had blocked it with both elbows in an instant.

“Honestly, I was taken aback. As far as I know, you’ve been a shaman for a little over a year.”

“Yes.”

Cheong-yu shook his head.

“If you were a disciple of the main temple, I wouldn’t have persecuted you like this. I, too, am someone who wants to see the best talent emerge from shamans.”

“So you are saying that there was persecution.”

“It’s not so cowardly as to say you didn’t do it after doing it.”

The redness disappeared from Cheong-yu’s face. She had let go of her embarrassment. That meant she was absorbed in this martial arts.

“By the way, the three meals are over.”

“Was it so?”

“Taesan Apjeong, Yeolhwabeoncheon, Taegeukjang. It’s the end.”

“That’s right.”

“Then it’s your turn to receive the tenth meal.”

A wave like a ripple flowed out from the floor where Cheongyu had stepped. I opened my eyes wide. It was much more ominous than the pressure that had been shooting out just now.

“I admit that you are a genius of the ages. I cannot help but admit that.”

“thank you.”

“I couldn’t understand you. A disciple of a shaman. Wanting to be a merchant. Even if you devote your whole life to something and give it your all, it’s still far from seeing the ultimate. But learning the martial arts of a shaman while being a merchant? That in itself seemed arrogant and not serious to me.”

“I see. I didn’t think of that.”

“But I have to correct one thing here. No matter how talented you are, this is an achievement that cannot be achieved without seriousness about nothing. I don’t want to praise you, but I have no choice but to praise you in that regard.”

“Thank you. It is an honor to hear such words from you, Jin-in.”

It seemed like I was having a sincere conversation with Cheong-yu for the first time. Cheong-yu seemed helpless after I proved myself as a warrior. As expected, the way to persuade a warrior was with the sword rather than the tongue.

“But you have shown me your wit and potential as a shaman, and you have not yet shown me a shaman. Do you admit it? Or am I also making a strong move?”

“No. I admit it.”

Cheong-yu’s words were not wrong. It was a sudden change that struck a nerve, a connection far removed from the secret teachings of the shaman.

Cheong-ui smiled as she watched our conversation. It occurred to her that perhaps Jang Moon-in had anticipated this situation and had not done anything to stop it.

“Then I will show you my shaman, and you show me your shaman. My shaman may not be as flashy as your master, Cheonghwa, but it will be worth seeing.”

Cheong-yu pointed his sword at the sky, then drew a semicircle and dropped the sword down. It was as elegant as if he was creating a path for water with his sword.

Fog began to rise from the ground where the sword was pointing. I strained my eyes and narrowed my eyebrows.

“… … The Art of the Sword.”

Cheong-Yu’s cloud sword technique was different from mine. My cloud sword technique was like a fog that swallowed everything, while Cheong-Yu’s fog was like a fog that gently spread out on the ground.

“Ugh!”

My eyes reflexively widened. It was the realm of intuition. I unconsciously raised my sword to block. With a squeaking sound, the tingling sensation that started in my hand soon reverberated throughout my body. This was the shaman’s elder.

“Hoo.”

A voice mixed with laughter burst out of Cheong-yu’s mouth. The floor was covered in fog, so he couldn’t see his feet.

However, the reason I was able to block it with my sword was because I learned the Yuunshin method from my great disciples. It was because I instinctively felt that what Cheongyu had used was the Yuunshin method.

The black sword of Cheongyu flew right at me without giving me a chance to catch my breath. The common characteristic of the Yunyun Sword Technique was the unpredictable, flexible sword path, as if the sword was flying out of the fog.

And the only swordsmanship that could stand up to the Yuun Sword Technique was the Yuun Sword Technique. As a shaman, he considered water to be the most important.

There is no substance that can overcome water. Because water does not try to overcome. It tries to seep into something and go down. Therefore, water has no opponent. The only opponent is the waterway that winds against it.

I also quickly sprayed mist from my sword. It was the Yunyun Sword Technique. The mists of different textures began to tangle and soon mix.

“… … I can’t see it.”

From now on, only those who could see through the fog could watch the performance. This was because the fog had already thickly covered the Great Performance Hall.

But it would have been better if I hadn’t been seen. Especially not by the people who were cheering me on. Because I was literally twisting my whole body and stretching out my body in an ugly way, playing with Cheongyu’s sword.

Although he was able to land a blow on Cheong-yu with a moment of wit and unexpected speed, it was ultimately just luck. The shaman elder’s ten-second ritual felt longer than several days and nights.

Only after the ten-second slashes were over did the fog disperse into the sky. It felt like I had been hit with the back of the sword about thirty times. Screams of pain echoed throughout my body. If this had been a real fight, it would have meant that I had been cut more than thirty times.

Still, it was a fight, and I stood.

The young disciples were swallowing their saliva, seemingly unaware that the fight was over, as they could not see through the fog.

“Your shaman is different from my shaman.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The shaman of Cheongyu was truly gentle. In fact, it was even purer and gentler than Cheonghwa’s sword. It was more like a Taoist sword than a martial artist’s sword. That’s why it was unable to achieve martial arts as well as Cheonghwa.

It was only then that I realized why Cheong-yu looked down on me. It was because I was the most worldly person among the shamans, the one who was the furthest from a Taoist.

“Your shaman is too worldly. I still don’t like it.”

“It’s a shame. But I can’t help it since I’ve lived like this.”

“Considering your age, it seems a bit too dirty… … .”

Cheong-yu put his sword away. I put my sword away too.

“Your way is the lowest in the lower realm. Since the way I think of is in heaven, it was perhaps inevitable that you would not consider yourself worthy.”

“The opposite is also true, though.”

“Let’s pretend I didn’t hear that. I think I might change my mind.”

Cheong-yu still looked at me with a discontented look. However, it was different from the discontent before. If before, it was a look of not wanting to understand, now it was a look of understanding but discontent.

“The old man said, ‘The Way is nowhere and everywhere.’ I cannot say which of your Way and mine is closer to the Way.”

It was really strange. I also didn’t think I would ever understand Cheong-yu. I just thought that he was someone who hated me, so I had to give him a reason to hate me. That’s how I’ve lived my whole life.

But how could he understand Cheong-yu even a little just by mixing the swords once? Isn’t that surprising? Cheong-yu must have felt the same way.

“You saw it well. Just as the shaman embraced you, you also truly embraced the shaman.”

The disciples’ shouts echoed throughout the Great Hall of Fame along with Cheong-yu’s declaration. It was so loud that it was deafening, but I could clearly hear my heart beating.