Chapter 669 – Laughter of Martial Arts
For this reason, Seong-il picks up the mirror that just happened to be initialized and starts writing down the date he first entered the martial arts battle.
“It’s a bit like going to the first day, right?”
It was a way for her to go back to the first day and honestly talk to Qingming Jinin, but Seongil wanted to save Qingming Jinin, who had sacrificed everything for his disciple and passed away, even if it was a lie.
‘I’ll have to do it with the date I arrived at the temple of laughter.’
Although he was a fake teacher, Seong-il visits the mirror world on the day of his visit to the Temple of Laughter, where the Demonic Cult raid occurred, to save Cheongmyungjin, who treated him well and even sacrificed himself, and to find out his skills by fighting against the Demonic Cult. Decide to create
‘It’s good to create a more dramatic look.’
Thinking so, Seong-il borrows the power of nanomachines to check the date he visited the temple of laughter in the past, picks up his lipstick and writes it down on the front of the mirror.
***
‘Hmm? I must have misunderstood the time a little.’
Seong-il, who has entered the Laughing Martial Arts after a long time using the mirror world, follows the guidance of the Sami monk, who he did, to the precincts of the Laughing Temple. He realizes that he has come to a reception room to be exact.
‘Since a lot of time has passed, it seems that my memory has become a little hazy. It seems that my memory was also hazy at this time because there were no nanomachines in my body and I hadn’t trained martial arts yet.’
However, since he logged on about two hours later than the time he intended, and the Demonic Cult attack hadn’t started yet, Seong-il looked around the grounds leisurely without panicking.
“It’s strange…”
Looking at the place he visited when he was a perfect ordinary man, Seong-il feels a strange feeling.
“Priest!! Didn’t I tell you something good a while ago!? Come on!! Don’t take it out and just drink one cup of this! I’ll give you a killer experience!!”
While Seong-il was lost in his old thoughts for a while, he heard a young man’s voice next to him.
When Seong-il turns his head, he sees a handsome young man with his hair neatly tied up in the traditional attire of a guru.
“Let’s go to sleep! Let’s have a drink!!”
“Ha…”
She should have lived, but Seong-il feels a sense of guilt when she sees the main character whose fate twisted because of her and died tragically.
“Hmm? What’s wrong? A young guy with a regretful expression on his face?”
‘I’m older than you now.’
Seong-il, who has passed the age to be called an older brother to Handan because of the passing years, laughs bitterly and tells him lightly.
“Just.”
“Uh huh? This guy is short on talking to the brother-in-law who wants to give you a good experience?”
Handan, with his signature playful expression, raises his hand and secretly tries to blow honey chestnuts on Seongil’s head.
However, the hand gestures of Handan, who had been practicing martial arts under Qingming Jinin before he was five years old, were so fast and sharp that it seemed impossible for ordinary people to avoid them.
Swoop.
In the past, he would have been hit in the head without power, unable to avoid such hand gestures, but now, Seong-il has transformed into a powerful warrior with his own color ball.
Because of this, he shakes his head lightly and avoids Handan’s gestures without difficulty.
“What? Avoid?”
When Seong-il evades his hand gestures so easily, Handan shakes Seong-il’s hand once again, probably hurting his pride, and tries to feed Seong-il chestnuts on his head.
‘…Because I’m not the old me?’
However, Seong-il succeeds in avoiding all of Handan’s hand gestures casually, with the help of the sensation that he has now naturally used like a part of his body.
“You… How?”
When a young priest who has not yet properly learned martial arts due to being initiated into the small party at a late age casually avoids his attacks like a ghost, Handan asks if he is really surprised, looking at his holy day with his eyes wide open.
“It doesn’t matter how I escaped the death penalty’s attack, so that’s okay… That alcohol. Did you sneak it inside the temple?”
“Huh? Ehhh… That’s true, but… No, did I get possessed by a ghost? Or was I intoxicated by the scent of alcohol? How could a priest who hadn’t even learned martial arts come to terms with not letting one night go!?”
Perhaps still unable to come out of the shock, Handan looks at his holy day with a dumbfounded expression and speaks gibberish.
“Don’t talk nonsense, take that drink and go to Master right away. There’s poison in that drink that the spies of the Demonic Cult have burned.”
“…What kind of nonsense is that all of a sudden?”
When a story related to the Demonic Cult comes out of Seong-Il’s mouth, Handan immediately erases his foolish expression and asks Seong-Il with a stiff expression.
“It’s okay. Do you know what Master had to pay for the death penalty’s foolishness? Do you want to calmly put down your drink and go to save Master now? Or do you want to be beaten?”
“This guy…!! There’s nothing he can’t say to the brother-in-law! Is this brother-in-law ignoring him when he asks if he’s always coming?”
For the first time, an angry expression appears on Handan’s face, who was always cheerful and always had a smile on his face.
However, despite seeing his anger, Seong-il is not taken aback in the slightest and quickly gathers up his body’s energy and coldly glares at Handan.
“It’s negligible. Even though the teacher has something important to do, he’s worried about the young disciples, so he brought them all this far… ?”
With those words, Seong-il activates all of his inner strength, maximizing his physical abilities and rushing at Handan like a bullet.
“A movement?! What the hell?!”
Handan inhales and exhales in amazement at the bizarre appearance of the priest, who shows the master’s movements.
But, that’s for a while. Handan, who has been training hard for ten years under the master master Qing Myung Jin, quickly regains his senses and tries to evade Seongil’s attack by developing internal energy in his body.
“Stop.”
“!!!”
When the word to stop falls lightly from Seong-il’s mouth, Handan feels an invisible force restraining his body.
‘Now…!!’
Seong-il takes advantage of Handan’s first experience of psychokinesis, so he quickly steps on his steps and snatches the bottle he is holding.
Bean!
“Aw!!”
After that, Seong-il coolly blows honey chestnuts on the head of the immature brother-in-law in front of him.
“Let’s see…”
Seong-il steps on foot and quickly gets away from Handan, then spreads his emotions around him.
And a few rats felt nearby. Seong-il telekinetically grabs some of them and drags them into the air before releasing the restraints on Handan’s body.
“A void submerged thing?! What the hell!? How?!”
Handan’s eyes widen to the size of a lantern when an innocent and tender priest catches a few mice from the street using a potion that only the best masters can use.
“You pitiful human being. Look at this.”
Seong-Il, who made a bitter noise to Handan, who was distracted, opens the bottle and pours the alcohol into the mouth of the mouse he just caught.
“Jjiik!!!”
After being forced to drink because of the holy day, a desperate moan escapes from the mouth of the rat. And soon after, the rat begins to rot alive and die a miserable death.
“!!!”
As the terrible black blood oozes out of the dead mouse’s five pores, Handan flinches and alternates between the alcohol and the mouse.
Even the rat’s body gives off a terrible rotten smell. Because of this, Handan could see that the poison mixed in that wine was not an ordinary poison.
“Do you still think I’m kidding?”
“…”
Both the appearance of the priest who suddenly changed in an instant and the fact that the drink he brought as a joke contained deadly poison were both unrealistic to Handan, so he couldn’t say anything with his expression fixed.
“Did you see? That drink contains a deadly poison that makes a person’s body and blood rot alive. It’s a deadly poison that even contaminates the internal air. If you drank that, you would be sentenced to death without a single death. Going to be.”
“…Priest, how the hell do you know that?”
Seeing Seong-il know so well about poison, Handan looks at him with a doubtful expression and asks.
However, since there was not much time left until the incident, Seong-il had no intention of wasting time answering his miscellaneous questions.
“Later. I’ll go later and explain everything. For now, let’s go find Master. That drink was originally prepared by Master Wongang to serve Master. Do you understand what I mean?”
“!!!”
At Seong-il’s explanation that the teacher he respected is on the verge of being raped, Handan looks apologetic.
Fortunately, when Handan realizes the seriousness of the matter and seems to be trying to put an end to the dubious points about himself, Seong-il sighs lightly and moves to the residence of Ambassador Wongang, where the incident takes place.
“…Will you explain it when the situation is over?”
“Of course. I’m busy right now, so I can’t.”
Seong-il, who gave a brief answer to the confused Handan, steps on the divine law and moves to the place where Cheongmyeongjinin is located as quickly as the wind.
‘Oh, you’re coming along. He’s like a genius martial artist after all.’
Seong-il secretly admires Handan’s quick movements, befitting the protagonist of a martial arts game.
“Master!! Are you okay!!”
Soon after, Seong-il succeeds in arriving at the lodgings of Master Wonkang, where Cheongmyeongjinin died vomiting blood, and calls out to him in a loud voice.
“Hmm…!? What’s going on?”
At Seong-il’s urgent call, Cheong Myung-jin looks at him from the secret room with an expression of disapproval.
“…The alcohol that I tried to entertain Master at Laughing Temple contained deadly poison. Did you drink alcohol by any chance?”
After Seong-il answers, he pours the alcohol he brought into a rat he caught in advance and repeats the same act he showed Handan before.
“!!!”
And seeing the scene, Cheongmyungjin’s expression starts to turn pale.
“…Have you eaten?”
“Once… I had a drink.”
Perhaps feeling the seriousness of the situation, Cheongmyeongjinin tries to arouse his inner strength with a firm expression.
“Kuk!!”
As soon as I energized my inner energy, I felt a terrible pain in my danjeon side. As a deep and strong practitioner, Cheongmyungjin did not die instantly from the poison, but the poison was so terrible that he seemed to have suffered a serious blow.
‘…Oops, the elixir hasn’t been regenerated yet.’
Due to various things, I used up all the elixirs this month. At least it will be played after two days, so when Seong-il was thinking about whether he should leave the mirror and re-enter two days later, a good idea pops up in his head.
“Put this on! Quickly! It will help detox!”
“…This?”
When Seong-il throws the bloody, evil ring to himself, Cheongmyeong-jin frowns and looks at Seong-il and the ring.
The energy from the ring was never good, so Cheongmyungjin was thinking about wearing it. His old friend Wonkang Daesa appears with a wooden box.
“Hmm? Did you already have a drink alone with the good drink I prepared? This person is too!”
“The wine was poisoned.”
“!!!”
Master Wongang is startled by the sudden reply from Qingmyeongjin, and just stares blankly at him for a moment.
“Hurry up, put on the ring and detoxify the poison! The Demonic Cult bastards are planning to attack soon!! The young master is coming personally!!”
“!!!”
I was still shocked, but when shocking remarks came out of the mouth of a young disciple in succession out of nowhere, the eyes of Cheongmyungjin, who had been widened before, widened as if they were about to tear.
“Believe me!! But once is fine.”
“…I get it!”
Perhaps feeling the sincerity of wanting to save himself, Cheongmyeongjinin meekly puts the ominous ring on his finger.
“…!!”
And surprisingly, his body is improving quickly. Unsurprisingly, the incomprehensible ring possesses the power that makes the wearer’s body invulnerable, but Cheongmyungjin looks at the ring blankly in amazement.
‘Good thing. It was right that it had the effect of curing already poisoned things.’
Seong-il lets out a sigh of relief when he sees that his cunning luckily worked.
“…Muhak! What the hell is this situation?!
At the words of Cheongmyeongjinin, not only Handan but also the Great Master Wongang all looked at Seongil with a firm expression.
However, Seong-il, who knew that a tragic event would soon begin, shook her head lightly, took a mask from her bosom, and put it on her face instead of answering him.
“I know. You have a lot of questions. But, for now, I think I’ll have to deal with miscellaneous things first. I’ll explain all of this later.”
