Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 135

The price of greed (5) Daebyeolsan

Mountain, located in the border area of the three provinces of Henan and Anhui, Hubei Province, boasts diverse scenery all year round.

Flowers are in full bloom in spring and greenery is lush in summer. The autumn leaves turn their heads in the fall, and the snowy scenery in winter is the most spectacular.

It boasts distinct scenery for each season, so there is no shortage of listening to the sounds of famous mountains.

And now this season, winter.

Everywhere on Daebyeolsan Mountain, where the Murim League is located, was dyed pure white. Now that the heavy snow has subsided for two days, I can finally enjoy seeing it.

The young people gathered in the Murim Alliance climbed the hill inside the Murim Alliance or went outside and looked around the entire mountain. Since they were all experts in martial arts, the cold was not a problem.

However, there were many people who gave up on the spectacular view of Daebyeolsan Mountain, which can only be seen in winter.

Yunho (尹縞) was also one of those people.

Quang!

Astonishment appeared on Yunho’s face.

The splendid sword blade of the Plum Blossom Thirty-Six Swords, a representative of the Hwasan School, was falling down in one blow. The plum sword’s unique herbivorous approach of pressuring the opponent with a light and fast sword strike was shattered by its overwhelming power.

Whoa!

“Kwaaeook!”

I really didn’t want to do this this time.

But even though it hurt, it hurt so much. My concentration wasn’t shallow enough to feel pain during a fight, but every punch this man threw caused terrible pain.

“Does it hurt?”

Yunho, who was trembling on his knees, looked up.

A blue-eyed ghost standing with his back to the sun was looking down at him.

“I’m sick too. “My mind hurts.”

“Wow! “Gasp!”

“Stop now.”

“Ha, one more time….”

“No.”

Pow!

Yunho flew away, hit the wall at the entrance to Pagungak, and fell to the ground. Yunho fell flat on the frozen floor and lost consciousness.

Yeon Ho-jeong shouted to Ok-cheong.

“hey! “No way!”

“Yes yes?”

“Throw this bastard outside the door.”

“You mean this winter? Even if I were a master, if I lost my mind….”

“Wouldn’t you have come prepared to die for a competitive match? If you want to clean it up, clean it up, man!”

“yep.”

Okcheong heard Yunho.

Why? Yunho’s body felt particularly light. I’ve met Yunho a few times, but I never knew he was this light.

‘He’s not dead, is he?’

Fortunately, vitality is active. It seems like he really kicked him as if he was going to kill him, but only made him lose his mind. Even though he has a rough mouth, he is secretly a kind person.

“I…”

“What.”

“Can I take you to the volcano sect’s shelter?”

“Either it or not.”

“thank you. “I’ll be back soon!”

“You don’t have to come.”

Okcheong quickly unfolded the divine law. It was the best divine law of the Shaman sect, Jeunjong (梯雲縱).

Yeonhojeong whistled without realizing it.

“The sword is so light that the divine method is outstanding. is not it? “Is that guy a light guy in terms of martial arts and body?”

Mukbi said with a shocked face.

“It’s a unique new law. “It’s not very dynamic, but we’ve gone far before we know it.”

“That is the first sect of the Namjon shaman. The martial arts of the Shaman faction all contain deep martial principles. The same goes for Jeunjong.”

“I once heard from my father that the shaman’s sword is very soft.”

“On the outside, it looks that way.”

“Are you saying no?”

Yeon Ho-jeong shook his head.

“It’s smooth and uninterrupted. The characteristics of non-partisan martial arts are correct. But if it were me, I would never have ended it there.”

“sure?”

“Strength Yu (强柔) is one. In the martial arts world, the shamans are the ones who are most adept at martial arts. “It looks flexible at first glance, but if you gather the power of a circle into one point and throw it away, its destructive power can be considered the best in the world.”

“Oh…”

“You can’t reach the Way with infinitely soft martial arts. The shaman faction is not called Namjon for nothing. So, although it is easy to enter the shaman’s martial arts, it is difficult to reach the level.”

“How do you know that?”

“It’s a story I picked up along the way.”

There was absolutely no way that was possible. Because I’m not the type of person to talk so confidently about what I’ve picked up.

“But.”

“huh?”

“It seems like a lot of trouble, doesn’t it?”

“You grab each one and fight. “Isn’t it annoying?”

“You can think of that as part of training, right? Since they are late exponents of famous sects, they must be learning the vision of each sect. “Can’t we use it as a stepping stone for growth?”

“growth? “There are only chaffs who can’t even come close to the five secrets of each faction, coming in and out, and their growth is a mess.”

“Hmm, I guess so.”

Yeon Ho-jeong frowned.

“If there’s a guy snooping around asking for a fight, just shoot him. “If there’s a hole somewhere, you won’t even dare to fight.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“I was holding back from telling you to blow your head off.”

“Wouldn’t the incident be too big if I drilled a hole in the body?”

“I know. “You shot it anyway.”

Have you ever seen such an irresponsible person?

thud.

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was sitting on the table with the Gwangryongbu in his hands, massaged his neck. Even though they were unable to realize the vision and wisdom of each faction, they fought against more than 15 later exponents just today.

“You must be tired.”

If it had been a life-or-death battle, I wouldn’t have been so tired.

On the contrary, it felt even more deadly to deal with it moderately. I was so frustrated that I used martial arts with the intention of blowing it away at once, but as Mukbi said, I knew that if I really released the harpoon, it would cause a lot of headaches, so I repeatedly let go of my strength in the middle.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes sparkled.

‘Well… growth is impossible.’

Through the series of frustrating fights, I realized something.

‘I am no longer the Emperor of Darkness. ‘We can’t live the way we used to live on the Black Island.’

From a stranger to becoming the king of the Black Island Murim.

How many enemies did you defeat and how many comrades did you lose?

So there was no mercy in his martial arts. Once a fight breaks out, it is a matter of life or death. There was no such thing as moderation in the fight against the Emperor of Darkness.

However, it was different now that I was living in Baekdo Martial Forest after returning.

If you use martial arts only with the intention of killing, you will end up in big trouble. Even if you are fine, your family may be harmed.

‘He is good at controlling his strength. But I don’t know how to make the opponent back down.’

The martial art of enlightenment that allows one to retreat.

That was what Yeon Ho-jeong lacked. The martial arts that were developed to the extreme for the purpose of annihilating the enemy were extremely subversive and overflowing with murder.

‘Father will be different.’

Martial arts of the middle path. A true swordsman who encompasses all martial arts.

There is a reason why people praise it as a judge. The sword of judgment is struck against the wicked, but enemies who have no reason to be killed are forced to retreat.

It can be seen as the most necessary method for Yeon Ho-jeong, who is currently living in a white island.

“It’s good to know what you need to learn.”

“What do you mean?”

“no.”

Yeon Ho-jeong stood up.

“Go in first and rest.”

“is it so.”

It was then.

The bodies of the two men and women stopped.

Tension appeared on Mukbi’s face.

“This time… it’s different?”

“It’s no different.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s face became serious.

He turned his head towards the entrance of Pagungak.

Ugh.

I could see the snow on the ground beyond the wall being blown away by the wind.

It was not a natural wind. The strong energy waves emitted by the drone were blowing away the accumulated snow with each step.

‘What is this energy?’

It feels somehow familiar. It seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, and the six generations had the presence of a family head.

After a while, a person appeared.

“I came to see the practitioner.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes sparkled.

He has an average physique and is neither short nor tall.

A prayer as empty as a passing cloud. It is similar to the prayer of a mountain monk, but is much stronger. He was closer to the prayers of a scholar than a military man.

However, that martial skill is undoubtedly that of a transcendent expert.

The middle-aged man’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Yeon Ho-jeong.

Deep wisdom and strong eyes like stiff bamboo were impressive.

“What a great martial artist. “I don’t think there will be many people at home who can compete with you right now, because of the wind-like energy that sweeps up without hesitation.”

The man smiled.

“It seems like I’ve come to the right place. Are you Yeonhojeong?”

Only then did Yeon Ho-jeong recognize who the other person was.

Yeon Ho-jeong took control with great restraint.

“I use the name Hojeong as the last name of Yeon. “It is an honor to meet the head of the Zhuge family.”

Mukbi looked at the man in surprise.

The man, Zhuge Munho, smiled.

“If you have time, could I get you a cup of tea?”

* * *

“Whoa.”

The breath I exhaled was thicker than ever.

But it wasn’t a bad thing. It was a fate that any warrior would experience when trying to tear down the existing and build something new.

Wooooow.

Blue energy surged from Mo Yong-woo’s body.

It was not much different from the color of the Sohwangjingi he learned a while ago. But it was an energy that felt much clearer and more pure than that.

There are humans in the midst of heaven and earth, and only humans are qualified to have the power to manipulate heaven and earth.

The energy of Mo Yong-yu’s Jiazhu School’s Geon-gon Wu-hae and the Divine Technique Geon-gon’s Eight Extreme Heart Methods fully filled Mo Yong-wu’s whole body.

“That’s amazing.”

Mo Yong-woo turned his head.

An expression of admiration that could not be hidden appeared on Moyong’s face as he walked.

“In just two days, you have put all your inner strength into the basket of the Eight Extreme Hearts of Geongon?”

“yes.”

“It is truly a great talent. “It may be because your enlightenment is as good as anyone else’s, but even taking that into account, the speed is surprising.”

Mo Yong-woo shook his head.

“Now is the start. “I haven’t even swung the sword yet, so I guess it’s too late.”

“If someone other than you had said that, I would have yelled at you for even thinking about running around when you can’t even walk.”

Moyong smiled happily.

“There are only a few days left.”

“yes?”

“The meeting to establish the Murim Alliance.”

Mo Yong-woo, who was looking at Mo Yong-gun’s face, realized that he had something to do for him.

“What should I do?”

“Hehehe.”

He is a prodigal son who has returned after being on a crooked path for over ten years.

It seemed like my shoulders would be tense, but there was no sign of that at all. The quiet spirit of completing any task with excellence radiated from his entire body.

“The Murim Alliance will be established. “We will have to consult with representatives of minor and minor clans, but since the owners of the nine major clans and the six major clans will vote in favor almost unanimously, we will not be able to go against the trend.”

“….”

“After the establishment of the Murim Alliance, there is one organization you must take charge of.”

Mo Yong-woo’s eyes lit up.

“What is?”

“He is an independent soldier.”

“…?!”

“The Murim Alliance will have two independent armies. I’d like you to take on one of them. Of course, there’s nothing we can do if it doesn’t work out.”

“Yu-kun….”

“There is no need to take charge of it for long. The position of commander of a combat unit is at the bottom of the countless positions you must rise to. Think of it as an experience.”

“All right.”

“However, when you become the head of the Yu army, you must establish more specialties than other Yu armies. Enough to absorb or disband the unit. “Can you do it?”

Mo Yong-woo nodded.

“Do not worry.”

“Haha! I believe in you.”

“But who are you thinking of as the leader of another independence fighter?”

Prince Moyong’s eyes sank coldly.

“He is the eldest son of the Yeon family.”

“…!!”