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Chapter 1673


The confrontation between the smiling man and the man with a stiff face continued briefly.

“I’m curious. How did know?”

Jang Il-so tilted his head as if he was puzzled.

“That I am here?”

“You can tell.”

A low-pitched voice came out from the mouth of the old Daoist, Heo Do-jin.

“I thought about it and thought about it. “For the past few years, just you.”

“Oh dear… … .”

Jang Il-so slowly shook his head. An expression of astonishment appeared on her face.

“Something like interest from an old man just feels uncomfortable.”

Heo Do-jin’s eyes were infinitely dark.

The shaman elders he had brought with them also looked at the man in red long robes standing in front of them with very nervous faces.

‘Well, really…’ … .’

There is a Jangilso. Even in front of them, in a place where they could be caught if they stretched out their hands.

Although I came down from the mountain according to Heo Do’s instructions, I was honestly skeptical. However, just as Heo Do-jin said, it was here that he encountered Jang Il-so.

It was a result that was even absurd.

Who would have imagined that he would be able to face Jang Il-so so easily just by getting past their attack?

No one in the world will know, but at this moment, Heo Do-jin may be ahead of Jang Il-so in a battle of numbers. Even if Jang Il-so was ignorant about Heo Do or was careless, the result would be the same.

And maybe… … It may be possible to achieve results beyond the simple battle of numbers.

A feat of capturing the defeated Jang Il-so.

The tremendous glory that would once and for all restore the reputation of a lost shaman to the top of the world.

‘indeed… … ‘It is indeed the death penalty.’

In a situation where everyone was preoccupied with the war itself, Heo Do-jinman was able to see the essence of this war.

Neither the fire that burns the mountain nor the enemy invasion that drives the disciples to death are the key to victory or defeat.

Right now, there is only one person who holds the key to victory or defeat in Mt. Wudang. This man in front of me was Jang Il-so, a defeated soldier.

“Well, anyway… … .”

Jang Il-so leisurely looked around at the burning shaman. Although it was quite a distance from here to the battlefield, the noise from there could be clearly heard all the way here.

“Honestly, I was a little surprised.”

“… … .”

“Even if they had predicted that I was here, I would have never thought that someone who had to protect me would abandon the mountain and come down in person. What kind of wind is blowing against us old-fashioned Taoist monks? huh?”

Jang Il-so briefly smiled.

“In the meantime, the disciples who were like me when they were alive are dying and dying.”

At those words, Heo Do-jin took a glimpse of the mountain. Then he looked at Jang Il-so again.

That’s not wrong.

The shaman’s disciples are still shedding blood on that mountain. Perhaps it is his role to stand there, lead everyone, fight and die together.

However, Heo Do-jinin did not think that was truly the right path. That’s just simple self-satisfaction.

All he has to do is stand here. Right in front of that man, in the most dangerous place in the world.

“I just know what’s more important.”

Heo Do-jin-in spoke as if chewing.

“I cannot repeat the mistake I made by not being able to endure temporary pain. Thanks to you, I realized it. “Sometimes you have to endure it.”

“… … .”

“If it is to save the shaman, I will endure the pain of my whole body being burned by hellfire. “That is the task I must bear.”

“… … Hmm?”

Jang Il-so’s eyes narrowed. At that gaze, which was like a poisonous snake, Heo Do’s heart naturally began to beat.

Jang Il-so, who was staring at Heo Do-jin’s face, slightly parted his lips, revealing his pure white teeth.

“I mean people… … . Sometimes it’s very stupid. “To the point where I don’t even know what I want or what I’m doing.”

“That’s as much bullshit…” … .”

“Is that really what you wanted? “Do you see it that way?”

Jang Il-so’s eyes turned to Heo Do’s back. The elders of the shaman he led are lined up. The most important forces of the shaman, who should have been fighting in the first place.

What does it mean for them to be here?

“Twisted pigs are hell-bent on covering up what they really want with fancy packaging. Representation, consultation, justice, future… … . “He covers it up with such disgusting words and even believes it.”

“You lose.”

“but… … It seems to me. What do you really want? Your desire hidden in those sweet sugar-coated words. You just… … .”

Jang Il-so pretended to cut his straight, white neck horizontally with the tip of his fingernail. With just that one movement, everyone remained silent and focused. Jang Il-so concealed her deep sneer.

“I want this neck.”

Heo Do-jin’s face became as cold as ice.

“you… … .”

“Anything else is just an excuse. It’s different inside, right? “It’s just us here, so be honest.”

Strangely enough, Jang Il-so’s small whisper was heard clearly in the ears of everyone here. His every word reminded Heo Do of the past. That terrible cliff, that terrible shame.

Kuuk.

Heo Do-jin tightened his grip on the sword.

I can avenge all of that. If it’s the author’s neck… … All his mistakes will be washed away, and Kang Hao will not hesitate to place the shaman in the highest position in the world again.

That neck can save you sacrifice.

That neck can restore the future of shamans.

That neck can wash away all his mistakes.

Only that neck… … I… … .

It was that moment.

“What’s so tragic?”

Jang Il-so’s voice pierced the ears of Heo Do-jin, who was sinking into the abyss. It was a dull and drowsy tone.

“Do you by any chance think that you have made a move big enough to change the course of the war? huh? Do you think anything will change just by standing in front of me?”

The arrogant tone of voice, as if he was looking down endlessly, pierced the heart of the elderly Heo Do-jin.

“… … “You lose.”

“You seem to be mistaken. “It’s commendable that we’ve come this far, but that doesn’t mean anything will change.”

Jang Il-so was smiling. No, she was laughing.

Heo Do-jin, who finally stood here after making the decision to abandon his disciples through bone-crushing pain. his choice. And further, him.

“Why do you know?”

“… … .”

“It’s because the person standing in front of me right now is you. “Heh too.”

It could be dismissed as just a simple and light provocation.

But strangely, upon hearing these words, the biggest crack appeared on Heo Do-jin’s expressionless face.

“Hahaha.”

Jang Il-so, who did not miss this change, smiled quietly.

“It’s ugly too. What kind of actor remains on stage without realizing that his role has already ended? “They don’t know that no one sees them.”

Parr.

Heo Do-jin’s sword trembled faintly for a moment.

He had been waiting for this moment. Wasn’t it a time of mourning that I endured just for this moment?

However, Jang Il-so, who has faced the death of his disciples and the burning shaman while ignoring him, does not even treat him as an enemy.

Heo Do-jin-in gritted his teeth and spoke calmly.

“As for the fighting zone… … .”

However, before Jang Il-so could hear everything, he clicked his tongue and let out a cold laugh. A light of contempt flashed in his pale eyes.

“Fire zone? Tsk tsk. This is why they are old people. Do you still think it’s worth it? huh?”

“… … .”

“It’s pitiful.”

What really made Heo Do-jin-in angry was not Jang Il-so’s words themselves.

It was Jang Il-so’s eyes. An indifferent look looking down at something worthless. It even seemed like there was something lurking in it, like pity for something so pitiful and uncivilized.

Those eyes completely distorted the spirit of this old master who had been diligently practicing his entire life.

“page… … sweep.”

“Do you call what you threw away because you couldn’t carry it under the guise of patience, and what you gave up because you couldn’t overcome it as sacrifice?”

Jang Il-so laughed out loud.

“It’s really insignificant. That is also the Tao.”

“this… … !”

Heo Do-jin gritted his teeth.

“What do you know… … !”

“iced coffee.”

Jang Il-so slowly waved his hand.

“I want to play more, but… … I have work to do here too. “There is no more time to waste on a washed-up old man just waiting for the day to die.”

Kararak.

The rings in his hands rubbed against each other and made an eerie sound.

“If you can’t accept it, check it out with that old body. “How meaningless the time equally given was to you.”

Heo Do-jin’s hand holding the sword trembled.

“now… … “I will make sure you regret those words.”

“I guess so.”

“Jang Ilsoooooooooo!”

Heo Do-jin’s sword flew towards Jang Il-so like a beam of light.

* * *

“Military?”

“… … .”

“Why are you doing this? If there is any problem… … .”

Hu Jiaming, who had been giving instructions, suddenly fell silent, which made the lieutenants very nervous. However, Hu Jiaming did not even look at them, just stared at the top of the mountain, then lowered his gaze and said,

“It’s easy.”

“yes?”

“It’s so easy.”

For an instant, a doubt crossed the faces of the lieutenants.

It’s easy. The task of attacking the enemy camp is still slow.

The Cheonmyeonsusa came to the forefront and put in the full force of the Sun Palace, bringing about a small victory, but that was it. Considering that his family name never allowed him to let down his guard under any circumstances, it was never a situation worth expressing like that.

One of the adjutants spoke cautiously.

“Their resistance is still strong, soldier.”

“It can’t be that strong. “The other person is a shaman.”

“ah… … .”

Hu Jiaming narrowed his eyes.

There are two possible cases when an enemy feels weaker than expected. One is a trap. And another one… … .

‘Shared power? no. It’s not a situation worth looking back on. then… … .’

Hu Jiaming’s gaze went to the bottom of the mountain, to be exact, somewhere beyond the mountain that could not be seen from here.

Soon, a firm voice came out of Hu Jiaming’s mouth along with a sigh.

“Right. You’re aiming for a run. “No, you’ve already reached it?”

“yes? Old, military. What to say now… … !”

The faces of the lieutenants turned an earthy color. They were also capable of assisting Hu Jiaming in military battles, so there was no way they could not understand Hu Jiaming’s meaning.

“Ji, I need support right now…” … .”

“done.”

“yes?”

Hu Jiaming sneered coldly.

“The best number I could come up with… … .”

Trick? No, that’s not even called a number. It is nothing more than a struggle thrown by someone who has lost hope and has no solution.

“Even if you know you should aim for the tiger, if it’s a dog that bites its tail, it will only bite you and kill you. “He didn’t know the subject and he thought he was the criminal, so foolish.”

or not… … This probably means that the wounds suffered by Heo Do-jin-in were greater than Hu Ji-myeong expected. Still, it is to the point where a person with great spirit falls to such a great loss.

He’s already seen it countless times. People caught up in the past lose themselves.

Anyway, thanks to you, I took the opportunity.

“Listen.”

“Yes, military!”

“Inject all available power. From now on, we will occupy that cliff within a corner.”

“yes!”

The deputies began to move busily. Hu Jiaming was still watching the cliff. And I thought about that stupid choice.

The thing that burns the shaman is not the Sapaeryeon or the Sun sign.

It’s them. At this moment, they ended the history of shamanism with their own hands. As an irreversible choice.

Volcano Return


The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect

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