Chapter 15 – 15. My Master
“Damn you bastard. To say that at the end and leave.”
It is understandable to say that it is a black flame dragon because the two Geukryang flags formed Taegeuk and shot out to look like a dragon, and also caused black flames due to the dark attribute inner air unique to the Cheonma Yongrinmu. However, I couldn’t help but feel bad when I heard that the blood demon said that there is a phenomenon that comes at the age of Jihak called middle ear disease, but it is more severe than puberty.
I can’t help but feel bad that I’m on the same level as those who proudly say that I’m the strongest in the latter half of the index, and confidently shout that the fist my right hand throws out is like a black flame dragon.
As for the mind, I want to get rid of the vain thoughts, the head that harbors false thoughts, or the heart that harbors evil thoughts, but is it possible to use precious materials and decisions only when they are blown away like that?
Since Baek Do-jin lost his left arm, as a contributor and victim, he should have taken a large share when distributing the products.
‘What. Isn’t that the problem?’
As soon as he killed Suzaku, he pressed the Celestial Star with Yang’s divine power, and the world, which had only seen red, regained its original color before he knew it. My five senses, which were as sensitive as those of Hyungyeong, became dull again, and I felt like I was going to collapse because the spring energy was drained.
Still, this sense of lethargy, like falling into lethargy, was awkward whenever I felt it.
Returning to normal, I left the fallen corpse of Suzaku behind and looked at the swordsman staring at me.
She wasn’t in her perfect condition either. It wasn’t enough that he fainted after being hit by the wings of Suzaku, so he showed the majesty of slicing So Taeyang with a single sword, which was not strange even if he blew the whole area away. I smiled wryly at the spirit she felt from her.
‘I’ve risen to the prefectural police.’
I don’t know what the hell happened to get enlightenment and set foot on the threshold of Hyungyeong, but because of that, the swordsmith achieved the feat of splitting So Taeyang.
Normally, I would have been happy and congratulated her, but since she might kill me, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at her. So it was time for her to wait patiently for her words.
“Disciple. First of all, let’s take the white peach out of the Devil’s Palace. I ate one more raw salt, but the white peach passed out and the medicinal effect will soon wear off.”
“Did you have another raw salt team?”
“In fact, since you are not trusted yet, they told me to reveal that I received only one, not two.”
“Okay.”
The taste is bitter. However, it was understandable that Nara would have been the same, so I didn’t have any resentment.
By the way, going out and seeing him means that he will pursue the next day after taking care of Baek Do-jin. But I believed it a little bit, so I knew that he would tell me all of those things, so I was a little embarrassed when I found myself rejoicing inside me, but I quickly came to my senses and hurriedly took the corpse of Suzaku and followed the swordsman and took Baekdojinin out of the demonic world.
Even though it is a corpse, there is no problem with the durability of Jujak being dragged to the floor, so I dragged it comfortably and carefully tied it up so as not to burden Baekdojinin and moved.
Other than her breasts, having a small swordsman carry a man on his back or drag a suzaku was quite out of shape. I must keep the disciple’s duty.
After the sword, me, Baek Do-jin, and finally, when the demon master Ju-jak escaped, the colorfully stained demon spectacle shattered like breaking glass and began to oxidize. It was proof that he had attacked the Ma Gyeongju, so it wasn’t surprising. Geomhu took out the household medicines he had placed at the entrance of the Magic Palace and began to treat Baek Do-jin in haste.
It helps the circulation of energy through point blood and applies golden spear medicine. Then she rips off his torn clothes and bandages them around the wound.
“Okay. Now let’s go back to the branch of Meng. If we don’t get the doctor professionally treated right now, Baekdo’s life could be endangered.”
“All right.”
Are you going to go to the main house and interrogate him?
She was confident that she could escape, so she quietly followed after the sword. That’s how we moved to the Murimmaeng branch in Sacheon and reported to the branch manager that we had completed the capture of the Devil’s Eye.
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Baek Do-jin started treatment with the most outstanding doctor in the Sichuan branch. Surprised to see him missing one of his arms, the branch manager thanked him for the report and said that he would receive it later, and began to sweat on his feet to find another way to treat Baekdo Jinin.
As the masters of the Hwagyeong, Geomhu and Baekdo Jinin, returned with scars, there was bound to be an uproar among the Murimmaeng. Even though the swordsman went up to the hyeongyeong, no one knows except himself and me, so let’s move on.
It was only after seeing that even the corpse of Suzaku was stored in the safe of Maeng, that the shamans of the Zhuge family put in magic and jinbeop to increase preservation and safety, the swordsmith and I began to spend time as priests.
‘It’s embarrassing. I didn’t expect this to happen.’
I don’t know what excuse to come up with because I’m suddenly alone with the sword.
In those aged eyes staring at me, pottery was prevalent, as if not even an inch of lies would work. Although she seemed like a slutty heroine, it wasn’t strange because Swordsman was also a warrior and master of the Volcano Sect.
As I was hesitating due to such an awkward teacher-teacher relationship, the swordsman spoke first.
“My disciple.”
Before I knew it, the title that I was comfortable calling luck had gone back to the hard title of disciple. It was a word that seemed to keep a distance, but ironically, I felt comfortable with the attitude that I would not cross the line. It’s surprising.
“If what I saw is correct, then you are the Celestial Killer. The ruthless murder that you scatter all over the place in your red eyes is the same as the characteristics of the Celestial Killer I saw in the book.”
“Yes, Master. I was born with the Celestial Spirit.”
“Nevertheless, the two days I saw you until you met me and became my disciple, I wasn’t a madman who was eaten by the Celestial Killer. That doesn’t seem to mean that I can perfectly control the Celestial Killer… Are you holding the reins like you do?”
“That’s correct. To be precise, I’m confining the Celestial Star into an image through Yang’s Spiritual Art and maintaining my self with the heart of Myung Kyung Soo.”
“It’s Yang’s divine art. That’s true. No, considering the last festival you showed, I don’t think that’s too much.”
Yangui Shingong was a Shingong that was almost used in practice even in the shaman faction, so the response was surprising. However, it seems that he quickly understood the principle of the Taegeuk Iljeomhwa shown at the end. Hagisa, if you were an experienced master, there was no way you wouldn’t know the shaman’s Taegeuk.
Even so, there will be many things she doesn’t understand.
Swordsman folded her arms and tilted her head to one side, as if her headache was aching. As an aside, it was difficult for her to do her best not to be negative about her prominent breasts.
“Whoa. Certainly, a guy who learned Yangui’s divine art and realized the trick of Taegeuk like a shaman’s master, blooms plum blossoms, is proficient in witchcraft, handles Cheondun Sword, and has a chauvinistic aura like the Demonic Gong of the Heavenly Demon Church. If I tell you that I’m accustomed to it and have achieved harmony, people around me will look at me like I’m crazy.”
“Sorry.”
“The way he says it, it sounds like he’s not going to tell you everything.”
“…”
All I could do was hang my head in apologetic heart.
No matter how much the relationship between the teachers and the students was established by matching interests, it was obvious that the swordsman would be in trouble if others knew that he was Jin Cheon-roe, who had learned the discipline of each faction in the Cheonsalseong. It was done out of interest, but what I hid from the Swordsman, who was determined to accept me as a disciple, was such a big secret.
Even now that I’m caught, I can’t tell you everything, so the guilt pricks my conscience with a needle.
But would the swordsman believe that? If the disciple insisted that he came from the future, I was confident that I would beat him on the head to wake him up until he was overcome with madness. So what is the aftermath of the sword?
Thinking about that, I calmed down my troubled mind, but the swordsman suddenly said something different and embarrassed me.
“Then just stand guard.”
“Yeah?”
“Didn’t you hear? I told you to stand guard over this stern master. Since you have risen to the prefectural level, you still haven’t fully grasped that enlightenment, so until then, as a disciple, shouldn’t you stand guard over the master’s law?”
Geomhu speaks lightly, as if asking him to run some errands in the neighborhood. I couldn’t help but be stunned by the sight of her as she began to turn her shoulders, loosen the knotted parts of her body, and then take her cross-legged position.
“Do you believe me?”
“Hmph. What else can you not believe?”
Contrary to the calmness of the snoring Swordsman, I was the one who got nervous.
“An unknown boy who has mastered various martial arts is even a celestial saint. Then, I don’t think it should be trusted in general.”
“Then does it make sense in general for a master not to trust his pupil?”
“That’s… Isn’t the proportion too different?”
“There’s no such thing, disciple. It’s extremely subjective to weigh work.”
Swordsman gave off her haughty yet natural aura, which made her look like an accomplished master. As she bruised herself at the sight, she said it was natural.
“A teacher is a law that believes in a student no matter what. It is the same whether it is a martial artist or an educator. The relationship between a teacher and a student is originally a relationship between a teacher and a disciple and a person. There is nothing.”
“However, there is still the risk of a runaway.”
“Then ask. Disciple, did you intend to do something bad?”
“That’s not it.”
“That’s it. What are you arguing about and being anxious about? This young guy already has a lot of small worries.”
Right.
Geomhu, who hit Honeybam with her scabbard as if admonishing me, put her sword next to her and straightened her posture. She made a sullen look at me, who was in a cross-legged swordsman’s complicated mood.
“Master Lee is now preparing for the fortune and will finish the capture before his enlightenment oxidizes, so the disciple should stand guard.”
“…Yeah.”
“You’re nice.”
Only then did the swordsman who drew her smile believe me, closed her eyes and entered her fortune-telling breakfast. She is usually in danger because she is unpredictable when she is in the middle of having a fortune-telling or gaining enlightenment.
I wouldn’t be able to do this if I had even the slightest suspicion that I was someone else’s spy or that I was a lunatic who could go mad at any moment.
Why does she trust me? While standing guard over her, while replaying the conversation with her, I also messed with her head to solve this question.
I try to unravel her tangled and twisted threads one by one, review her conversation, and try to understand how she spoke to me with a clear mind. But the more she felt, the more she felt her incomprehensibility to her. In the end, it was impossible even for me to believe that she was accumulating karma of life, and the swordsman who actually practiced it made me feel like a monster rather than a master.
So let’s think differently.
The situation in the future was so urgent, like a survival book, that everyone easily accepted that I was a Celestial, but even before that, there were a few people who accepted me.
‘Hyeolma and I have been friends since then. Unlike her appearance, she was a heroine with a girlish side that did not show a feminine side.’
From the time before she was called the Blood Demon, she was a famous warrior. When she met her by chance, her celestial body was running rampant, but she didn’t kill her even when she saw it, subdued her and helped her regain her senses.
Did she say that the reason, she said, was that she would much rather spend her life rolling in dog shit than die for whatever reason. The mad bitch who persuaded me that a life of enduring madness and suffering would be better, even if it meant going to prison and being imprisoned.
Being such a crazy bitch, she understood my celestial nature, and at the same time respected and sympathized with me. Considering her death the worst of all, she tried hard to persuade me, a thousand-year-old adult, by listing reasons to live, and in the end, I was also inspired by her and fought for her midfield.
‘Ah. Is it.’
There was almost no similarity between Blood Demon and Geomhu, but there was one similarity. That is, he keeps the basic morals of benevolence and virtue, which must be observed as a human being, the best than anyone else.
Blood Demon is a crazy bitch, but the way she treats people and her way of thinking is close to that of a good citizen. And the swordsman keeps his duty as a human being, saying that as a teacher, it is natural to trust a disciple.
Before trust, before being a soldier, the two people who want to remain as people treat me not simply as a heavenly killer, but as a human being. At that thought, the twisted skein of thread was undone, and the stuffy stomach that had been eaten was untied at once, and it was refreshing as if it had been pierced.
I suddenly feel good about the swordsman, who believes in me to protect the law and confidently enters the state of capturing enlightenment.
Then, the various questions she had with her until now are resolved one by one, and they are transformed into her feelings of liking, which are entangled and entangled to create new complex emotions. She is the first person who can be called a real teacher by combining her previous life and present life, trusts me, a dangerous being called the Thousand Killer, and cares for her, saying that she doesn’t care about many secrets and as a person, I
───I felt love.
