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Chapter 630

Red sword blocked the overflowing blue sword.

However, the red sword seemed too weak to completely stop all the blue swords rushing in like angry waves.

“Living quarters.”

Baek Cheon bit his lips without realizing it.

I’m your teacher from today.

The image of Ungum, who was kindly smiling and talking, was still vivid in front of me.

In Baek Cheon’s eyes, the ungum was the most imposing man in the world.

His broad shoulders seemed to embrace everything, and he had a firm confidence in his firm mouth.

And that impression of Ungum was showing a man named him. He actually taught his disciples and did not neglect his training for a single day.

I thought it would look like that if I made a man out of a sword.

A person whom I longed for. A person I still admire.

‘Living quarters…’

I heard a low sobbing sound coming from somewhere.

A groanful cry that eventually leaks out of his lips, trying to hold it in.

Everyone knew exactly how Ungum was standing there.

That’s why I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

Even if the eyes were blurred by the tears, they wouldn’t take their eyes off them. My jaw trembled automatically and my heart was tearing, but I bit my lips.

That was not just a rubble.

It was a cry of ungum. As always, it was the teaching of ungum, not words, but actions.

How can you be a disciple and take your eyes off your teacher’s teaching?

I’ll keep an eye on you.’

Baek Cheon, clenching his fist, opened his eyes wide. I couldn’t miss a single moment.

Among these passionate disciples, only Unam was watching the ungum from a slightly different perspective.


The sword was rough.

It wasn’t the sword of the past that was more sharply refined than the blade. It rattles like a rough, unnatural, unengaged cog.

It was as if an old spinning wheel was squealing in the rain and wind.


‘Yes, priest. What’s wrong with that?’

The one wielding the sword is still the unsword.

Unam knows.

How painful it is for a tooth that has rolled down a high mountain to go back to the top of the mountain, dragging its broken leg.

Therefore, the sword of the ungum is several times greater than the sword of the ungum in the past.

I’m going to be Hwasan First Sword someday.

Don’t lose, priest.

What a pathetic back I’ve seen for a long time. Whenever he was holding a sword, his back, which was always the most reliable in the world, now seemed hopeless.

Hana Unam desperately denied her feelings.

‘Don’t sympathize with those who fight.’

It was an insult to the man holding the sword.

All he can do is believe in the victory of the unexamined sword. I just believed it without a doubt.

Let’s go!

The sound of the sword being sharpened pierced my ear.

Of course it couldn’t be. This was a steel sword produced by Chung-Myung. An object made with special care from weight distribution to the direction of the handle for the left-handed sword.

The ungum knew. How did Chung-Myung make this sword?

But how can he show his weakness with this sword?

Oh, my god!

A flurry of swords came over him, aiming for his whole body.Slow.

Your body can’t keep up with what you think with your head. A sword that used to move naturally now reaches half a beat later than you think.

The inevitable gap and the inevitable incompatibility caught up like shadows.

It was something else to call ‘despair’.

Perhaps the opponent who Ungum is fighting now is not a shaman’s disciple, but the despair that surrounds him.

Yeah, well…….

An unsuitable smile rose around the mouth of the ungum, which held the rattling sword.

It was rather a relief.

Ungum’s head slightly turned towards Hwasan’s disciples. Of course, I can’t look away, so I can’t see it, but I believed that my heart would be conveyed.


The world is not that easy. Hwasan’s disciples have grown to be successful and desperate because they have a leader and have not neglected their efforts.

But it can’t last forever.

One day, his disciples will have to meet an enemy they cannot afford, encounter a task they cannot solve, and face a very high mountain that cannot be crossed.

A mountain named despair.

I’m an ugly teacher.’

Now he has no qualms to teach them more.

Some have already surpassed him, including Baek Cheon, and others will soon overtake him. Now he’s in a position to learn from them.


The sword, which had not been stopped, penetrated his shoulder. The blade that dug into the shoulder broke the bone.

‘So keep an eye on it.’

Nevertheless, the reason why he can still be called their teacher is that he still has something to teach them except swords.

‘The world is always harsh.’

I can’t keep the wind from blowing in front of you. I can no longer protect and lead.


“I can tell you how to survive despair.’

I can show you how to move forward with my feet firmly attached to the ground, even if I wander.


The red sword, which sprang out, split the waves of the sword.

It’s still a wild sword, but not a bit of the will in it.


Ungum took a step forward.

Living in the world is like going through waves.’

It’s not the end to overcome a high wave once. The waves come in again and again.

So don’t be swayed.’

You have to stick your feet firmly and hold on with your teeth clenched.

After all, it’s a wave. It just sweeps over and disappears.

The same is true of despair.

Even if it is hard to endure now and painful to the point of teeth grinding, it will one day be crushed like a passing wave.


Hang in there.

If you’re struggling alone, I’ll support you on your back, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.


At that moment, the incoming blue sword soared twice as high. The sword emitted by Ungum is swept away by the blue sword and collapsed, and soon even Ungum’s body is beaten and thrown away by the sword.

In the meantime, there was no arm to support the body because the black could not be placed. The body of the ungum plunged to the floor without a hitch.

“Living room!”

“Good morning!”


A tearful scream penetrated my ears.

The cloud that fell to the floor stared blankly at the blue sky.I don’t know.

He was not clear, either. Why are you fighting?To prove yourself as a prosecutor. Maybe because I don’t want to tarnish the name Hwasan. Or maybe I want to show my students something.

But one thing is for sure.


The sword got stuck on the floor.

Ungum, who struggled to rise with a sword as a cane, stared ahead with clear eyes. Red blood flowed from the deep cuts swept by the sword, but the ungum didn’t even give a look.

The only hand trembled. Nevertheless, his legs were firmly back on the floor.

I’m sick and tired of the sight of the silent face.

“The game is…….”

Unable to speak, he struggled to remove his lips.

“I think it’s already there.”

Then Ungum grinned.

“I’m sorry, Bondo hasn’t given up yet. I wish we could hang out a little longer.”


The numbness hardened its face and swung the sword again.

Love, love, love and sorrow!

It was the same exhilarating sword as before the island.

The spewed sword disappeared faintly and appeared right in front of the ungum.


Ungum twisted his body and struck out the flying sword.


Paaaaaah! Paaaaah!

The sword of the apnea did not stop once. It was released several times in succession, aiming for the full body of the unexamined sword.

(Screaming) (Screams) (Screams) (Screams) (Screams)

Every time the sword was blocked, the body was pushed back one by one. The sword may have been prevented, but the power on it was beyond its control.

Ungum’s body, which had blocked the sword over and over again, failed to overcome its power and fell back to the floor.


He failed to strike a balance because he did not fully adapt to his body without one arm.


The fist of the ungum, which grabbed the sword, pressed down on the floor.

Shaking, shaking, one arm left.

But he managed to support himself with the arm, so he struggled back to his feet. The hand holding the sword was still shaking, but only his face was as calm as when he first started rubbing.

When I saw the face, I opened my mouth again without realizing it.


Why is this guy getting back up like this?

The game has already been won.

But what are you trying so hard to get?

The apnea asked with a look of incomprehension.

“Why are you doing this?”


“It’s not a chore at all. Who’s gonna point fingers at you and blame you for losing the game?”


The ungum, who smiled and slowly shook his head, looked at the silent eye. There was no malice in the face of such a ungum.

“As I live my life.”


“Sometimes I fall.”


“I get lost, I get frustrated, sometimes I get lost in despair.”

It was out of the blue. But the senseless man could not cut off the nonsense.

“Do you know what to do when that happens?”

“…what should I do?”

Ungum shook his head.

“There’s nothing I can do about it.”


“I’ll just walk. Let’s get back on our feet. Even if my knees hurt, my ankles hurt and my ankles hurt, I just have to get back up and walk.”


“Hey, seal.”

Ungum lifted the sword.

“I have to tell my disciples to get through life and walk, and I’m just going to be this big of a pushover?”


“There are times when you have to give up on the mountainside. But that’s not wrong. If you’ve given up, you can climb up again. Real abandonment is not going down a mountain or rolling down. The moment you hesitate to try again is a real waiver.”I could tell the sense of apathy.

This man’s words are not meant to be silent or even to himself. This is a message to Hwasan’s disciples watching Bimu.

“So don’t worry about it and come. I’m Hwasan’s inspection. Hwasan’s inspection is not this frustrating.”

The silent eye closed its eyes. And after a while, I slowly opened my eyes again.

“May I ask your name again?”

“Hwasan’s Sword.”


My sense of silence sighed low.

Elder, we’re wrong.’

It’s obviously wrong to say that there’s nothing but a backwater in Hwasan has nothing but a latecomer.

Isn’t it here?

How could such a man be powerless to support his disciples? Aren’t we the ones who aren’t seeing Hwasan properly?

Our shaman….

The acorn was soon removed from its waist and thrown to the floor.

The prosecutor’s abandonment of censorship is an expression of his willingness to fight with life and death in mind. But the meaning of this act now was a little different.

It means that the person standing in front of you is a person who has to fight for life or death. This was an indescribable expression of respect for the other person.


The silent eye stared straight at the ungum with determinedly.

“I will never forget that name.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll do my best. Be prepared.”

“As much as you want.”

The apnea caught its breath.

His sword began to draw a different trajectory than it had ever been. It’s not a sword like water. A round, soft arc was drawn on Ho Gong.

Taegeuk Hyegum (혜).

a knife to cut off anguish

the supreme season of shamanism

The sword, which is prohibited from being used in Bimu, was displayed as an indescribable gesture of respect to the opponent.

The sword broke the circle drawn on Ho Gong.

The beginning of the world is when members are divided into yin and yang. A sword containing the source finally made its appearance on the stage.

A sword divided into black and white came upon the ungum in a solemn manner. Facing the sword, the ungum clasped the plum sword.

It’s weird.

The sword in my hand was strangely warm.

Even though it couldn’t be, it felt like a string of fine warmth was being delivered from the handle of the sword.

– Master!

A soft smile bloomed around the mouth of the ungum.

Among the many plum blossoms blooming in Hawsan, it seemed to be seen in front of his young disciples running.

You’re going to jump over me and go out into the world.’

So until then…….

I wish my sword could be your shadow.

Soon after, the sword of Ungum painted a huge tree.

It will extend the branches of the world to create a shade for you to relax.

The shade created by Ungum was perhaps a little warm.

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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