Chapter 672 – Laughter of Martial Arts
After hearing shocking words from Seong-il, all three of them freeze in place.
“So… Then… Are you saying I’m a fake?! Or a ghost!?”
After hearing all the stories, Handan asks Seong-il with an expression of disbelief.
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“…If it’s right, then what’s wrong?!”
Handan must have found Seongil’s blunt answer absurd, so he shot at him in an uncharacteristically sharp tone.
“What’s fake. What’s real?”
“Huh?”
“Even though the death penalty may be fake in my reality. But, at least in this timeline, you are real.
So to me, you may be fake for a month, but in the world that has changed since I left, you may be real and I may be fake.”
Seong-il has a vague realization from his conversation with Kitty, whom he has repeatedly seen through his memory beads, and uses that experience to answer Handan.
“It’s done. What’s the difference between real and fake?”
“…It’s not important!?”
Handan asks the teacher with a bewildered expression because he does not understand the teacher who maintains aloof attitude.
“It’s not important. You young guru who is shallow in training. Have you forgotten the Master Lee recited to you when you were young? Sometimes dreams are actually real and reality can be fake. The current situation Stop thinking like that.”
“Haona…”
Perhaps he can’t understand the teacher who dismisses this bizarre situation as just a philosophical one, and Handan tries to refute the teacher with his face blushing.
“It’s just a matter of not obsessing over the past or the future and living to the fullest in reality. In any case, Muhak’s heart that tried to save us wasn’t real.”
“…”
As if the current situation, which was still trying to end in a philosophical atmosphere, was not satisfactory, Handan did not let go of his stiff face. However, he seems to have given up throwing up at his teacher’s words, but he quietly shuts his mouth and starts to be silent.
“Yes… Muhak, I understand what you said. So, the reason you returned to this world that might be fake by using magic is just to get rid of the heartache in your heart?”
In response to Cheong Myeong-jin’s question, Seong-il starts to recite to him an excuse he had prepared in advance.
“I have that, and I want to ask for help.”
“What kind of help?”
In response to Jinin’s question, Seong-il explains that he will soon embark on a life-and-death fight to subdue the blood god.
“…Before we fight in this fight where we may die because of this, I want to train a successor who will carry on the life of the small faction.”
“Hmm…”
Qingmyeong Jin-in listens to Seong-il’s words and closes his eyes to see if his heart is pounding. He doesn’t say anything for a while.
“Haa… Did I leave only Taegeukgeomgyeol for you?”
“Yes. I didn’t leave a separate simbeop. That’s why I’ve learned Chinese room techniques.”
“Haa… It’s karma. It’s my karma…”
Qingmyeong Jin-in wants to cultivate the mind of his young disciple before learning martial arts, so he regrets that he did not pass on the simbeop.
“I’m sorry! The guy called the teacher couldn’t behave properly or leave a legacy, so he drove a nail into your heart.”
“No…”
Seong-il, who dissuades the apologetic Cheongmyeong-jin, takes out the original Taegeukgeomgyeol he gave him in the past and hands it to Jin-in.
“Master, by any chance, can I ask you to check if I have mastered the swordsmanship properly?”
“Of course!”
Perhaps it was quite proud that the young disciple trained while handling the pursuit of spirit and demons alone, but Cheong Myung-jin expresses his affirmation coolly to Seong-il’s request.
“Then let’s demonstrate, if it’s not enough.”
In front of Cheongmyeongjin, Seongil picks up Arunrabe, which has changed into an ordinary longsword, and begins to use the Taegeuk sword that he has honed for years.
“It’s good! It’s good! Overall, it doesn’t feel a bit clunky, but… But if you’ve trained to this level alone without a teacher, you can say it’s great!”
“…Thank you.”
Unexpectedly, when he hears the praise from Cheong Myung-jin, Seong-il feels moved and slightly moved.
“It was a bit disappointing that Bangjungsul was the basis of the simbeop… Fortunately, Bangjungsul is also a simbeop based on the sutras of Taomen, so it unexpectedly matches the martial arts of the main school.”
“Yes. The Onmyokan investigator is surprisingly a person who has polished his purity to the limit…”
“That’s right. He’s the one who even made it to the top of the fable.”
Ji-ra, who has already seen the spirit of the investigation of the Yin-Yang Hall through her fantasy, nods as if agreeing with Seong-il as he listens to Seong-il’s explanation.
“But, even if you are like that, it’s a bit far-fetched to make the successor of the minor faction use the dual-handed technique as the basic method of mind.”
“I think so too.”
“It’s fortunate that you think so. From now on, I’m going to teach you the basic mental method of the minor faction, the infinite heart method, so I hope you pass on this mental method to your descendants.”
‘Done!!”
When Qingmyeong Jin-in fortunately does what she intended, her Seong-il shouts wild cheers inwardly.
“I will definitely…!!
In addition, Seong-il swears inwardly that he must find an outstanding talent in the battle of laughter and help him succeed the small faction.
“Mu-geuk originally means nothing, but paradoxically it also means infinity…”
Qingmyeong Jin-in calmly teaches her the spirit method containing the essence of the martial arts of the minor faction toward her holy day.
‘Now I understand.’
In the past, not only would it not be easy to understand, but it would not have been possible to understand the level written in Chinese characters.
“Did you learn the new law…?”
Seong-il explains to Cheongmyung-jin that he accidentally learns a new method called Wind God and is using that martial art.
“Hmm…!! From what I can see, it seems like a new law that isn’t bad… But it looks like a new law that doesn’t go well with Tumen’s unique inner strength! Don’t let me give it to you.”
“Thank you…!!”
Though he only thought of the Simbeop, Seongil feels extreme joy when he learns all the martial arts of the minor party from Cheongmyeongjinin.
“The Dokmun Shinbeop of the Sodang faction is called Cheongikshinbeop, and Kwongyeol is called Taecheong Kwongyeol. First of all, the Cheongiksimbeop…”
Cheong Myeong-jin begins to generously teach Seong-il the essence of the martial arts of the minor faction. After completing all the martial arts, he even demonstrates martial arts to Seong-il.
“Handan! Help Muhak to become acquainted with Shinbeop and Kwongyeol. I’ll have to detoxify the poison first.”
“Yes…!”
Handan, who was confused, also seems to have calmed down after some time, and he approaches Seong-il with his usual cheerful attitude.
“Only believe in this death penalty! In the era you live in, you died from drinking and drinking without a hitch! I’ll show you that it’s different now!!”
“Puha…!!”
Seong-il feels that laughter bursts out without his knowledge at the bottomless and endlessly pleasant joke.
After going through intense training with him, Seong-il feels that his understanding of the divine law and martial law is rapidly rising.
“Why do I feel like I’m learning so quickly…?”
“Haha! That’s because the giver has already reached a certain level of martial arts.”
“…Isn’t it?”
Seong-il asks with a puzzled look at the sudden answer from Ambassador Wonkang.
“That’s right. Originally, martial arts are the enduring noble species. If you deepen your understanding of one martial art while your body has been strengthened with internal energy, you can surprisingly learn the basics of other martial arts quickly. Of course! I have to make an effort to cut it, but I mean it.”
“Hmm…”
“Even the martial art that the lord is based on is none other than the Taegeukgeomgyeol of the small party! The Kwongyeol and Shinbeops that we are learning now are born from the same root as the Taigeukgeomgwa, so it is bound to be easy to understand.”
“Okay.”
Seong-il nods his head, realizing why he understands martial arts more easily and quickly than before.
“Can I make a gift and a favor to my daughter-in-law?”
“…A gift and a request?”
Seong-il opened his eyes wide at the sudden words of Master Wongang and looked at him.
“Haa… According to the vision the donor showed us, only Hyemyeong and Hyewon survived in the Temple of Laughter, right?”
“Oh, yes. I think it’s probably like that.”
Seong-il infers the situation of the laughing stock based on a brief conversation with Hye-won and Hye-myeong at the Moorim Maeng.
“Haa… Then the vein of the Golden Steel, the vision of the head office, must have been cut off.”
‘What is Geumganggyeol…?’
Seong-il quietly listens to the words of the Great Master Wongang with a puzzled look on the name of a martial art he has never heard of while playing Laughter of Martial Arts.
“Ah! I don’t think the giver knows about Geumganggyeol. Geumganggyeol is a kind of supplementary training method that uses inner energy to make the body’s meridians and skin like steel.”
“Ohh…”
Seong-il listens to Master Wongang and realizes that the Dafa he spoke of is a kind of vision related to Vajrapani Buddha.
“Siju. I want to ask you a favor.”
“…Which?”
“I’m going to pass on the diamond to the lord, so can you teach the vision to Hyemyeong and Hyewon instead?”
“…!!”
“You don’t have to worry about side effects. Geumganggyeol only trains the meridians and skin, so it doesn’t have any conflicting effects with other simbeop or martial arts.”
The more Seongil listened to the explanation, the more he could feel that it was a condition that would not be bad for him. Because of this, he readily accepts the conditions of the Great Master Wonkang.
“Haha! Thank you. I should give you a present because you said you would gladly pass on the rules. Will you accept this?”
“Yes? This is…”
When Ambassador Won Kang suddenly hands him a map with some coordinates, Seong-il looks confused because he doesn’t understand his intentions.
“Shijou. That map is a map of the vicinity of the Temple of Laughter.”
Surprisingly, the Great Master Wonkang explains that there is a secret warehouse near the temple of Joy, and that three eggs of Daehwandan are hidden in it.
“I want the donor to take one, and give two to Hyemyeong and Hyewon, those foolish ones.”
“…I’ll give them all three eggs.”
Seong-il, who felt that it was enough to have already been taught the Vajrapani, rejects Wonkang’s unconventional proposal.
However, even at the words of such a holy day, the ambassador smiles softly and shakes his head.
“No! Anyway, only one pill per person is effective. Saving one pill won’t mean anything to those two idiots anyway. So, I hope the donor will use one pill.”
“Yes. You can use one pill for Muhak!”
As if he liked the disciple’s humble appearance, Cheongmyeongjin smiled proudly and patted him on the back.
“…Thank you.”
Seong-il expresses his gratitude with a moved expression, perhaps influenced by the warm consideration of such adults.
Growl…!!
“Oh!!”
In the meantime, a growling sound came from Handan’s stomach. Seong-il smiles bitterly and opens the inventory and hands him a delicious series.
Everyone in the party is shocked to hear that the drinks and meals Seong-il handed to them were subjected to magic tricks that replayed over and over again.
“There will be enough water and food.”
“Yes. What… Is that right?”
“Didn’t I say that this technique lasts for a month?”
“Yes.”
After listening to Seongil’s words, Cheongmyeongjin pondered for a while, then opened his mouth and spoke to him.
“Then, let’s train in this space for the next month. During the remaining time, I will do my best to teach you the martial arts of the main school.”
“Go… Thank you…!!”
Surprisingly, Cheongmyeongjinin, Handan, and even Wongangdaesa. They promise to train him with all their abilities for the rest of his days.
In this way, Seong-il repeats martial arts and combat-like training without rest with the three of them in the inner plane of the mirror world.
***
“…I really want you to raise the successor of the minor faction well.”
“I will risk my life to keep my oath.”
It’s been a month since I entered the mirror world. Seong-il, who desperately practiced martial arts with the people of the small faction in the inner plane, looks at Cheongmyeong Jin-in and swears to him once again about the small party.
“Oh no! Don’t believe me!”
When Cheongmyeongjin, who is smiling benignly, speaks, the world around him begins to collapse, as if by chance the time in the mirror world has run out.
When the time is up, a mirror naturally appears in front of Seong-il’s eyes, and he returns to reality again by following the passage spread through the mirror.
