return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 627
Ch 627
Chapter 627: 627
(Screams.
The sword attacked the opponent as sharp and sharp as a swallow on the water.
His disciples were amazed at the sight of the sword, which was ecstatic at first sight.
“The accident is really different.”
“I don’t think it’s the same swordsmanship.”
Yoo-Esul, who was on the non-stage, was lightly overwhelming the shaman’s student.
It was enough to marvel at her black shaman swinging in the sun, as well as Hawasan’s students watching.
It’s a little different from Baek Cheon’s.
Baek Cheon’s sword was like the ideal of the Hwasan disciples.
The destination they can reach when the sword they are currently learning is stretched out most completely. Therefore, they are all still training, dreaming of a day when they spread swords like Baek Cheon.
But Yoo-Esul’s sword ran the ark.
The feeling was distinctly different from that of her black other Hwasan disciples, despite drawing the same route and spreading the same herbivore.
“How can a sword be so different?”
It is different, but it does not mean lack of power. In fact, the shaman’s disciple who was dealing with her was not even thinking of hiding his troubled expression now.
‘What sword…!’
Something’s wrong with this sword.
Even though they want to travel around Ho Gong gracefully, they rush to the point with a creepy amount of life.
If Hwasan’s sword, which was previously shown by other disciples, has dazzled a person with its colorful and fascinating sword, it seems that the black movement itself is distracting and distracting.
Besides…
How sophisticated.
I could tell by a little bit of mixing the swords. How creepyly sophisticated this sword is.
How many times have you practiced the same route?’
How would he know?
From the time Chung-Myung reached Hwasan to the present, Yoo-Esul was the most sword-loving person in Hwasan.
Even before Chung-Myung delivered various swordsmanship to Hwasan, Yoo-Esul trained, forgetting the erosion of Hwasan’s crude swordsmanship. Isn’t it obvious what happened since she got a chance to learn proper swordsmanship?
Whoosh!
Yoo-Esul, who jumped the opponent’s sword lightly, stabbed the shaman’s disciple with a calm movement. It was a real chill.
“……accidents are accidents.”
Jo-Gol stared blankly at the stage, as if nothing else could be said.
Yoo-Esul is the only person who can be compared to Baek Cheon in Hwasan. It took Baek Cheon’s gorgeous black eye and seemed to stab Yoo-Esul’s quiet black lung.
“But what a novelty.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone learned the same swordsmanship and practiced the same training, but the swords are so different.”
“Oh…… yes.”
Jo-Gol nodded at Yoon-Jong’s words.
In fact, the prosecutor’s office has gone through a similar process. Chung-Myung’s training was very similar, and they would never have taken a very different approach when they were training individually.
Nevertheless, Oh’s sword clearly showed his characteristics.
“Isn’t that what happens when you get higher? Chung-Myung said this last time. Even if you learn the same sword, the characteristics change depending on your personality.”
But isn’t the shaman’s sword all the same?”Well, that’s definitely true.”
Of course, shaman’s sword is slightly different depending on who uses it. However, it was embarrassing to say that it was different from the swords of the Hwasan disciples.
“Is there anything wrong with us?….”
When Yoon-Jong carefully opened his mouth in a slightly anxious tone, a soft voice came from behind his back.
“It’s not like that.”
When surprised Yoon-jong turned around, Ungum stood looking at him with soft eyes.
“Sa, Sa Sook Jo.”
Ungum’s eyes, which were moved onto the stage of the monument, sank as usual.
“It is a sword with a shaman’s black line.”
“A line?”
“Well done. It is a way for the good to continue to practice and study to find the most perfect path, and to pursue the field by teaching it to their disciples.”
“Oh…….”
“So every sword has to be about the same. How much power should I put into a single swing and how much strength should be used. In other words, it is a sword that pursues the perfection of shamanism.”
Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong nodded. It made sense to me.
“Hwasan, on the other hand, doesn’t necessarily argue that the sword is wrong, unless it’s wrong to that extent. It’s not wrong, it’s different.”
“Definitely…….”
So far, I don’t think I’ve been criticized for mismanagement when I spread a sword.
“Which one is right?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
Ungum shook his head.
“There is not one way to get to the top. Sometimes the shaman can be right, sometimes Hwasan can be right.”
And looked straight at the shaman’s sword.
‘We can’t do this.’
He doesn’t know what HWASAN’s sword was like in the past. Unlike the shaman, who has never been out of character, Hawasan’s black streak has been out of character once. For now, it was all it could do to infer what Hwasan’s sword was like in the past through the emergency.
So I can’t tell my students that this is the perfect Hwasan sword. That was the biggest pain of the Ungum, who taught the Hwasan disciples.
He doesn’t know which is more right, freedom or rigor.
However, there was a clear difference between what one could and could not do. If only he were a little stronger, the name of the Wasan sword continued.….
It was then.
“That’s the way it is.”
“Huh?”
Jo-Gol looked at Chung-Myung crouching and asked back.
“What?”
“Hwasan black is just like that.”
“…How do you know that?”
“Can’t you tell when you see an emergency?”
Chung-Myung distorted his face as if he was in a tight spot.
“What’s with the death penalty eyes?” Why are you coming up for something useless? I’m sure you saw the class with those two eyes.”
“I’ve seen it, but…….”
Cho-Gol hesitated and Chung-Myung sighed.
“If you wanted to deliver a formalized operation, you would have written a little more detail about the salary. Don’t tell me you’re too lazy to use it.
“……I don’t think so. No matter how many years ago, there wouldn’t have been anyone like you.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“It’s a curse, Chung-Myung.”
“What, man?”
Just as Chung-Myung was about to get up in a fit of rage, Baek Cheon grabbed his head and pressed down.
“Stay still, man! We’ll see what’s going on!”
“That’s why Sasook is so good at this situation that he’s so determined in front of the shamans?””Good job, huh?”
“……Yes, well done.”
You did a great job, so I have nothing to say.
Chung-Myung grumbled and laughed again.
“It’s not something to share right from wrong. The water may seem different, but eventually it comes together and flows into the sea. There’s a big end point.”
“Well, that’s right.
“But plum blossoms form a forest with different flowers. Even if each one is different, it’s worth it in itself.”
“Well.”
“And….”
Chung-Myung looks up and looks at the stage. Somehow I felt like I was looking at his blind spot.
“At the end of the day, it’s a cycle.”
“Circulating?”
Chung-Myung nodded slowly at the return question.
“The water starts from the sea, goes up to the sky, becomes rain, becomes dew, and flows back into the mountains. The water forms a stream, flows into a river, and then flows back into the sea.”
“…….”
“The plum blossoms start with fruit, become seeds, fall to the floor, sprout, become trees, bloom again, and bear fruit.”
“That’s right.”
“Nature is that cycle and that cycle after all. Wudang and Hwasan are only trying to embody the cycle through the human body. It’s a difference of focus. It’s not a matter of who’s superior or who’s wrong.”
Yoon-jong, who had been listening, opened his mouth blankly.
“Uh…….”
In response, Chung-Myung tilted his head and asked.
“Why?”
“Oh, no. Well, that’s right and obvious…… it’s so weird that it’s coming out of your mouth, it’s a little…….”
“No, but this bastard!”
“It’s the death penalty, man!”
Baek Cheon pressed the top of Chung-Myung’s head again.
“Anyway.”
Chung-Myung pouting his lips again.
“We’re pursuing our own ways. A shaman can’t be more right or wrong.”
“……I understood.”
The back of Chung-Myung, who was looking at the rain with his eyes again, thought while still staring at the ungum.
‘…he’s so…….’
It would be hard for others to understand, but sometimes he felt considerate of Chung-Myung. Don’t you still feel like you’re comforting him that it’s not something to think about after knowing what Ungum is thinking?
It may be a coincidence, and what I said without thinking may have been just a win, but I was able to feel comforted and relieved thanks to Chung-Myung’s words over and over again.
Circulation.
Yeah, that’s good enough.
If Hwasan doesn’t let go of what he has to pursue, the swordish appearance will naturally follow.
‘Well.’
On the other hand, Chung-Myung, who had a hint of a crying sword, fixed his eyes forward.
“Anyway, he’s timid.’
It can’t just be blamed, because all those thoughts came out of concern that they might not lead their future generations properly in the end. So I’d rather be proud than reprimanding.
Hwasan’s superiors were doing very well even in Chung-Myung’s eyes. Their efforts shine on this stage.
It was like this in the past.’
The celadon ship, which was previously led by Cheon Mun, was an unprecedented distribution of powerful people in Hwasan’s Chung-Myung was so strong that it felt a little bit buried, but most of the masters of Munpa, except him, were so strong that they could eat.
Although there was a little problem that it was all the result of Chung-Myung’s suffering…….
Anyway
The celadon boats of that time also had their own propensity for swords. Just as the current Ogum is looking for a sword that suits him, the plum blossoms of that time have bloomed in various ways.They are all different, but eventually they form a forest and become one. That’s plum blossoms.
And…… If all of the current Ogum and their followers could bloom their own plum blossoms, Hwasan would be able to regain his past status.
If the disciples smoked their own plum blossoms to create the scene of Hwasan, it would be spectacular.
However, Chung-Myung’s face, which imagined the scene, gradually hardened without expression.
‘Circulating…’
That was what he said a moment ago.
Yeah, the logic of the world is in circulation after all. Life leads to death, life leads to life again. This is both natural and enduring.
But…….
I’m out of that cycle.’
Failure to circulate ends up rotting and twisting.
The existence of Chung-Myung is a blessing to Hwasan, but……will it help the future of Hwasan?
No, before that…….
Why on earth did he deviate from the law of circulation?
– Hey, did that happen? Come on…
Dalwe Rama’s grieving voice crossed Chung-Myung’s mind.
It was a loud explosion on the stage that forced Chung-Myung, who was about to fall into endless deep thoughts with a firm face, to rise.
Whoosh!
Chung-Myung, who was dragged into reality in an instant, raised his head.
There was a not-so-long bond of bimu.
“Uh…….”
The shaman’s student, who sat on the floor, looked at Yoo-Esul with incredible eyes.
Hana Yoo-Esul remained indifferent, as if there was no reason to be happy with the victory.
“I learned well.”
“…Well learned.”
Chung-Myung grinned as she returned without hesitation.
‘Yes, you should do this.’
I never thought Yoo-Esul would lose in the first place.
“Chung-Myung아.”
“Huh?”
“For now, we won everything.”
“You should.”
Baek Cheon asked with a slightly stiff complexion.
“So what are you going to do now? To get someone out of here someone out.”
“Huh?”
“Didn’t you have an idea?”
“Huh?”
“…….”
Baek Cheon’s face turned blue when he saw Chung-Myung looking bright.
“…did you have any idea?”
“…….”
Chung-Myung laughed shyly, scratching the back of his head.
“Well…… wouldn’t it work somehow?”
“…….”
It was Baek Cheon who realized how hopeless he was.
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