Sun, Moon, and War - Episode 59
Dok Go-myeong looked at the skinny corpse.
Pieces of rotten cloth covered the body in sparse amounts, and spider webs were draped here and there over it.
‘It’s not just a tomb with an appearance… … .’
Was it a real tomb?
Dok Go-myeong muttered in a bitter voice.
“You are said to be a magician whose name went beyond the world and left a mark in history, so how could you not turn a blind eye to it?”
It was a strange feeling.
Why did someone of such stature create such a beast?
Is it just a tomb to enter?
Dok Go-myeong roughly threw away his sword and sat down in front of Yeo Cheon-wi.
“Is there something you wanted to say?”
Because they are fake recruits, because they are fake recruits, and even the stone walls of the deep rock.
He died sitting here without a proper prayer or funeral.
This too was fate, so I wanted to recognize it as a human being.
… … I thought about that for a while.
I decided to coolly admit Dokgo-myeong.
“Er, I don’t know.”
Dok Go-myeong sighed deeply and scratched his head.
‘There wasn’t anything in the first place, or even if there was, the Blood Demon Cult would have taken it long ago.’
It would have already been over when those cunning bastards first discovered this place and decided to use it.
I ate the Dokgomyeong with a chew.
“Well, I’m sorry. It seems like there was something he wanted to convey even to this extent… … “It seems like we lost our relationship because of these rat-like people.”
A master of great skill and skill, unparalleled in history.
Although he was a craftsman who made weapons, he mourned the loss of life and was said to be a great man among great men who sold weapons himself and generously provided relief when the harvest was poor.
Dok Go-myeong slowly stood up from his seat.
I carefully adjusted my torn and torn clothes, and neatly organized my hair that had become scattered.
And he politely lowered his posture.
Once, twice, and half a time.
It is two and a half bows.
My whole body hurt every time I hit the floor, but I wanted to be polite to the deceased.
“It wasn’t my intention, but I made a fuss in Yeongjeon. I am sorry.”
Dok Go-myeong finished his bow and smiled coolly.
“And these bastards who mercilessly toyed with the deceased’s will… … “Someday, I plan to remove you from this river, so I hope you can now go to rest without any regrets.”
At this level, I think I have everything I need.
Dok Go-myeong gave up his regrets and turned around, clutching Kiso-hwa’s collar.
“Is the exit over there?”
A narrow passage was visible behind the tomb.
Dok Go-myeong walked, dragging his tired feet.
The moment you step into the aisle.
That’s it! Geek!
I heard a strange sound.
A sound as if something was hitting the wall.
Dok Go-myeong’s expression turned white.
“no way… … ?”
thud! Coogung! thud!
“Oh, damn you!”
Cursing words suddenly burst out.
“This crazy person! “Did they set a trap here?!”
Dok Go-myeong urgently kicked the ground.
“what? New craft? Already? Ah-oh! “They even showed me some manners!”
Dok Go-myeong ran out shouting.
Even so, there was little speed due to the fact that the body was completely damaged and there was a person who was like a piece of luggage.
A stone wall came down and stuck in the passageway that I thought was the exit.
Bouncing stone fragments and billowing brown dust.
Dok Go-myeong gritted his teeth.
“Really until the end… … huh?”
Dok Go-myeong opened his eyes wide.
A stone wall blocking the passage.
that… … It wasn’t just a stone wall.
“… … !”
Dok Go-myeong took his breath away when he saw the letters densely carved on the stone wall.
“uh… … “This can’t be right.”
Dok Go-myeong stuttered.
I only heard about it… … Is it by chance!?
* * *
If you were to rank the words that the martial arts people living in Gangho would like to read or hear at least once, what would they be?
I don’t know anything else, but this phrase, ‘Yeonja,’ is probably at the top of the rankings.
“Well, that’s right! Something like this should come out at least once! After all, you are already an elderly person! In fact, I believed it!”
The curses that had just been poured out in Dok Go-myeong’s mind no longer remained.
Dok Go-myeong hurriedly read the text.
And the excitement quickly died down.
… … He realized his knack for geography, picked up a hammer, and started a family in Irip. He made countless new recruits, but he did not see his life being lost to them. He was so intoxicated that he only forged a sharp death, and when he looks back on his life, all he has left is bloody karma.
Dok Go-myeong looked back.
He was called Shingong and the King of Weapons.
He was sitting there alone, unable to lie down comfortably.
Look at the speaker. These are the words of those who move forward without looking at people’s lives. Everything is a delusion, like a fog that covers the eyes. It’s the same path you took to get here.
For a moment, Dok Go-myeong trembled.
‘The road you walked here? no way… … Was it an expression of your own life?’
It was a normal life.
The fog that obscures it is a delusion that blocks the way forward in life.
It is like a person wandering down the road, engulfed in delusion, coveting to be a new recruit.
What did you feel at the end of the road?
I was already asking.
What did you get at the last moment?
The new recruit was brilliant on the outside, but empty on the inside.
What did you feel in front of the wall of deep rock?
Dokgomyeong was an exception, but many middle school students felt frustrated.
And then I wandered in search of life.
If you came here to live, what do you think your mindset would be at that time?
It’s just a desire to live.
There is no way he would have a thirst for martial arts, a desire to kill someone, or even greed for being a new soldier.
What did you think when you found yourself in front of a meaningless, shabby body?
I wanted to protect my principles.
Duties as a human being.
‘Could it be that bowing two and a half times was the final condition?’
Perhaps that condition can be said to be a more powerful institution than any other strategy or trap?
Not only because of the True Blood Demon Cult, but because they are new recruits, people who have their eyes turned will never follow the law.
You have freed yourself from delusion, dreamed of a life, and have acquired the moral principles of man. That is the life a person should live.
It seems like simply behaving like a human being was the answer he had long wanted.
Yeonja. It is harder to put a knife in than to pull it out, and what is more valuable than a sharp blade is a sheath to hide the blade. Life is a hundred times more precious than death. Towards the end of his life, for the first time, he created a work for life rather than death. Containing my foolish realization, I leave the final work to the author.
Just like that, the text on the stone wall came to an end.
Break down the wall.
Dok Go-myeong clenched his unbroken fist.
It was a light blow, but the wall collapsed without much resistance.
And what appeared beyond it was a huge chest made of iron.
Dok Go-myeong swallowed dry saliva and slowly opened the chest.
What was inside was not a fresh-faced new soldier.
It was a set of finely individual long guns.
The world is invincible, the nine-life heavenly robe, and the dragon robe.
An eleven-character phrase written on the inside of an iron chest.
A heavenly garment that saves life, unparalleled in the world. It is called Yongrinpora.
It was the moment when Yeocheonwi’s true legacy came into Dok Go-myeong’s hands.
* * *
Seo-ryun groaned and looked ahead.
An old man with a fierce look was standing there.
It was Hyununjinin, the single-ak sword of the Hwangsan Sect.
“long time… … “I meet Xuan Yun Jin-in of Huangshan Mountain.”
“I have no intention of greeting the evil beasts who harmed my students.”
Hyeonunjin’s whole body was overflowing with life.
“Look over there!”
“Why did Hyeonun Jin-in of the Hwangsan Sect speak to a member of the Dokgo family…?” … .”
Amidst the chaos, the attention of middle schoolers is focused.
Hyununjin looked at the blocked entrance to Bi-dong with a disinterested expression on his face.
“So, the guy who harmed my student is buried down there?”
Seo-ryun’s expression hardened.
“It’s too bad. “I tried to cut off his limbs myself.”
“You speak too much!”
Xuan Yunjin snorted.
“I won’t talk too much. “It looks like he’s still down there, so you’ll have to be prepared to pay for his crime.”
“Pay for your sins? “What sin is there on us?”
“How dare you shamelessly harm my disciple!”
“I completely understand how upset your student is getting hurt, but do you know what happened and are doing this?”
“What’s so important about that? Without any fear, you harmed this disciple of Xuan Yun!”
Seo-ryun’s expression became even more determined.
However, he struggled to maintain his composure and continued speaking quietly.
“Jinin’s disciple first ridiculed and ridiculed the main family and its immediate descendants. Moreover, he openly tried to make a living. “There are many witnesses.”
“You beat a person to that point just for that reason? They say it’s the best in the world, and the hand-made black sword is no different from Sapa.”
“Stop talking! A black sword! “So you’re saying I should have stayed there?”
“Raise your voice in front of someone now without fear!”
Hyunun Jin-in scolded and burst into laughter.
Seo-ryun’s complexion became even paler due to the rushing force.
“I have no intention of nitpicking. “If you dared harm this disciple of Xuan Yun in Anhui, you should have prepared yourself.”
Hyeonunjinin drew his sword.
The light of the gradually dawning sky split at the tip of the sword.
“What… now?” … !”
“It is unclear whether that bastard is alive or dead, so I will replace it with the limbs of you and the servant next to him.”
“omg! Gold small cooperative! Avoid!”
Seo-ryun urgently pushed Geum Seok-du’s shoulder.
At that moment, the beautiful tree behind where Geum Seok-du and Seo-ryun were standing burst open.
“This is crazy… … .”
Seo-ryun chewed his lips.
It was an event that could not possibly be considered a Taoist, as he was swinging a sword with all his might.
“You can handle this!”
Hyeonunjinin did not answer.
In a question-and-answer dance, an outstretched sword was spread out in front of Seo-ryun’s nose.
Seo-ryun barely blocked the attack with his sword, which was cut in half.
The words were defense, and the sword that blocked the blow flew backwards and stuck in the ground.
Hyeonunjinin kicked the staggering Seoryun.
“Stay still. “If you make a mistake, your head could be blown off.”
Hyunwoon stepped on Seo-ryun’s chest as she tried to stand up again.
“Seo, warrior Seo!”
Geumseokdu shouted urgently.
Hyeonunjinin spoke to his disciples without even turning around.
“Mokgang, Mokyul. You guys take care of that guy from start to finish.”
“S-Master! A little bit too much… … .”
“Do the teacher’s words not sound like words?”
It was then.
Hyeonunjinin felt an unfamiliar presence penetrate his energy.
“omg! Su, Master, is it him… … !”
A short hitting sound was heard, and painful groans came from the disciples’ mouths.
Hyeonunjin’s head suddenly turned.
“What are they doing now?”
A black long cloth that seemed to have been made by melting the night sky fluttered in the wind.
A young man was standing with his back to the dawn.
It was a single name.