Chapter 29 – Ill Fate and Fated Ties (4)

Chapter 29 – Ill Fate and Fated Ties (4)

Cheong-hae's master was buried. Everyone fell silent around the bonfire. The sight of him sobbing in front of his master's grave was still vivid.

Everyone's eyes were on the wild boar being cooked on the bonfire. As time passed, Il-gwang swallowed his dry saliva. The smell of wild boar roasting on wooden skewers was almost driving me crazy. It was natural since I hadn't eaten anything all day even though the sun was setting.

At that time, So-so broke the silence and asked.

“Uncle Cheong-hae, are you okay?”

Cheong-hae's eyes were swollen, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

“Yes. Thank you for comforting me, So-so.”

So-so leaned his head on Cheong-hae's shoulder and looked at the sunlight. Then Il-gwang opened his eyes and asked.

"why?"

“I’m hungry~.”

“Yes, butcher work is always mine.”

Il-gwang grabbed the boar's front legs and began ruthlessly tearing them apart. His ignorant appearance made him look like a bandit. It was understandably hot, but this level of heat was not a big obstacle for him who had trained in internal skills.

The juicy brilliance was revealed in the cross section of the pig's trotters held by the Il-gwang. It was so amazingly cooked that my mouth watered. Il-gwang wrapped the tree trunk he had prepared in advance around his ankle and handed it to So-so.

“Come on! Eat until your stomach explodes!”

“Hehe. I’ll eat well, Uncle Il-gwang~.”

I couldn't hate So-so's bright smile and dimples. Il-gwang tore off the legs one by one and handed them to his companions. Hyeonjeong seemed to be just looking at me, as if she was embarrassed.

“Did you say her name is Hyeonjeong? Try something, little brother!”

Hyeonjeong smiled as she was suddenly handed a pig's trotter. Before he knew it, he had become Il-gwang's younger brother. We didn't confirm each other's ages, but at a glance, he seemed a little older than me.

“Thank you.”

“What can I say thank you to my brother?”

“Thank you.”

In the past, I would have chosen death rather than suffer this humiliation. But it was different now. His pride had already evaporated in Hwayang Guesthouse in Hanzhong.

Hyeonjeong, who was handed the pig's trotters, began to eat them hungrily. His appetite was greater than it seemed. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him blankly.

Hyeonjeong, who finally realized something was strange, said with an awkward expression. There was still a lot of meat in his mouth.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t eaten anything in two days….”

It was worth it. After wandering around Mount Hua for two days and running away from the killers, it was strange not to be hungry.

“Sahyeong, where are you going now?”

Hyeonjeong answered Cheong-hae's question by swallowing the meat.

“I don’t know. Since the recluse has been exterminated, the lay disciples will soon disband. I don’t want to get involved with the monks in the Martial Alliance.”

The Taoists of the Mount Hua Sect dispatched to the Martial World League were very proud. Just as he despised Cheong-hae in the past, the first generation of disciples of the Martial Alliance also often treated Hyeonjeong insignificantly.

So-mu seemed to feel a little sorry for Hyeonjeong, breaking the silence and saying.

“If you don’t have anywhere to go, you can join us. You may be a soldier or something, but you can make a living doing this.”

Hyeonjeong thought for a moment, but her thoughts didn't last long. Although it started as a bad relationship, sometimes it can become fate. There was nowhere to go anyway. Besides, aren't these the benefactors who saved his life?

“Can I do that?”

Il-gwang slapped Hyun-jeong on the back and shouted.

“Of course! From now on, just trust this older brother and follow him. Don’t go out and get beaten up again.”

"yes……."

Although he had to get permission from General Jang Yang, it was clear that Hyeonjeong's skills would be welcomed with both feet.

This was how their eventful day came to an end.

* * *

The five days of vacation passed quickly.

As expected by So-mu, General Jang Yang also welcomed Hyeonjeong's joining with open arms. A warrior who can emit sword energy was a very important force in the army.

However, there was something that Zhang Yang did not yet know. The members of Wolf Fang Squad were learning how to unleash sword energy one by one.

Wolf Fang Squad's barracks. Hyeonjeong, who had just joined the group, seemed awkward and was just frowning in the corner. If Cheong-hae happened to talk to him once, he seemed very grateful.

Was that a sad sight? So-so approached Hyeonjeong and squatted down facing her.

“Uncle Hyeonjeong!”

"huh?"

“Try this.”

In So-so’s small hand, there was a dumpling.

Where did you get it from? It was a cold dumpling with stains from my hands. It seemed like he probably got it from someone while wandering around the military camp. It was So-so's emergency snack.

“Thank you…”

Hyeonjeong took a bite of the dumpling without realizing it and held back tore that were about to fall.

In front of me, So-so was watching me eat with his big eyes wide open. I felt sad for some reason.

I felt sympathy for the child. When was the last time you were treated like this?

“Uncle Hyeonjeong, are you crying?”

“Oh, no, it’s delicious….”

Hyeonjeong, who was eating dumplings in silence, wanted to give something to So-so. But he had nothing. He was broke and ran away like a dog from a volcano.

Then something suddenly occurred to me. Your personal belongings box behind your back. Hyeonjeong took something out of a small wooden box.

“I’ll give this to So-so.”

It was one book.

Hundred and eight types of fierce wind swords.

The extreme quick sword technique of the Mount Hua Sect, created only for women to learn. It was composed of a total of 108 form planted, and was named so because it has the speed of a tempestuous wind.

In terms of power alone, it was a treasure so great that it could be counted among all the sword techniques of Mount Hua. Even now, martial people will be lining up to risk their lived for this important level. It was a very expensive return gift considering the price of one dumpling.

But Hyeonjeong had no hesitation or regret.

‘It was now a meaningless object to me.’

So-so, who was handed the book, wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hehe. Thank you, Uncle Hyeonjeong!”

There was no way So-so could know what this was. It's just nice to receive something.

When I opened the book, I saw a picture of a person holding a sword making various movements. And even sentences whose meaning was unknown. Although it was an unrivaled martial arts level, So-so tilted his head.

Eventually, he ran towards his father. I asked, sitting cross-legged on his legs and handing him a book.

“Father! What is this?”

“Hmm… let’s take a look.”

So-mu started turning the pages one by one with an interested expression.

‘It’s a great swordsmanship. There was nothing better for So-so to learn. However, since the power of swordsmanship was focused solely on pleasure, the power will inevitably be halved in a fight with someone who has achieved enlightenment. However, if you include some changes, it will be difficult to find a martial arts skill that can compete with it.’

After looking at all the secrets during the eclipse, he spoke softly.

“Uncle Hyeonjeong gave it to me, so should I try cooking it?”

"great!"

So-so was always excited. He received something from someone and seemed very excited to use it.

When I followed my father out to the training ground, I saw Uncle Il-gwang. Even though there was no outdoor training today, he was guarding the training ground alone. Il-gwang put down his weapon and kept punching the air. It would be to practice the power of Mountain Crushing that was stolen from the masked person.

“Uncle Il-gwang, what are you doing?”

“Are you here? This is my best martial art. Are you scared?”

Every time Il-gwang punched, it felt like the sound of lightning was heard. Even so, swordsmanship did not suit his constitution. Il-gwang, who discovered a martial art that was perfect for him, was filled with a burning desire to practice. It would take some time to climb the mountain, but it seemed to contain enough power to collapse a mountain just by imitating it.

So-so’s greed for martial arts was no less than that of Il-gwang.

“Wow~. My hand makes a sound! Let me know later!”

“Are you coming?”

Leaving the Il-gwang behind, So-mu and her daughter moved to the far corner of the training ground.

“Sit down for a moment and watch.”

So-so squatted down, resting his chin and staring at So-mu. He was lost in meditation, his sword pulled over his shoulder. He was replaying the movements of the Hundred Eight Styles of Light Wind Sword in his head. And he was drawing his own movements with changes in them.

‘It was a swordsmanship created solely to suit the physical conditions of women. If a man were to perform it, not only would it not be able to show its full power, but it would also be difficult to imitate.’

But who was So-mu? These words did not apply to the Sword Saint.

The tip of So-mu's sword slowly began to move. It was so slow that So-so could see it in detail.

The blade rising from below drew a curve again and then changed to a straight line again. As he stepped forward with his left foot, his new model tilted to the left and began to slowly move in all directions again.

Soon, So-mu rotates around his right foot. The tip of his sword sliced ​​through the floor, cutting the sky into two again.

So-mu's movements continued without end. A combo of Baek8chosik. So-mu’s movements were like sword dance itself. It looked as if a shaman from heaven had come down and danced with a sword.

It was then. So-mu's sword slowly began to speed up. After demonstrating the structure of chosik with my body. The intention was to unfold it again in earnest.

The scary thing about the Hundred-Eight Style Light Wind Blade was that the farther back the blade moved, the faster it becomes. So-mu's sword technique suddenly became faster and soon began to emit a strong pounding sound. After one more breath, his appearance became so fast that I couldn't even see it with the naked eye. And when the speed reached its peak, a violent wind blew around, creating a whirlpool of dust everywhere.

So-mu, who had finished eating her first meal, fell into thought for a moment.

‘It’s a sword technique that doesn’t suit me, but its power was excellent.’

He had a sword technique called Talhon Sword Technique, which was a technique used by swordsmen. It was a difficult technique that only those who had achieved enlightenment could perform. However, the Hundred-Eight Style Light Wind Blade was not difficult for Cho-eok, and with his help, So-so would have no trouble learning it.

At that time, So-so stood up and urged him on. Before I knew it, I was holding a bladeless small sword in my hand. At the end of the handle, you can see the norigae that So-mu gave as a gift.

“I want to try it too!”

For So-so, martial arts was like play. When I saw the colorful and amazing sight, the desire to try it arose.

“Now, repeat after me, Sosoya.”

I put my left foot back and So-mu's sword extended towards the front. Then, facing him, So-so imitated his movements.

"yap!"

It was the moment when the performance of the Hundred Eight Styles of Light and Wind Sword began in earnest.