162 – what I want to show. (2)

What I want to show you. (2)

Around the time when Gu Yang-cheon and Mo Yong-hee’s dance started.

The current Murim lord, Jangcheon, was facing his son.

The teacup, which had been filled with warm tea, was already empty.

Jiang Chun just held an empty teacup and felt the emptiness.

Although silence continues.

It was also Jiang Chun who broke it.

“Why did you do that?”

There was power in the quiet question.

At that question, Jang Seon-yeon lifted her head.

“Son.”

“… Yes.”

“Did you forget your pact with your father?”

“I haven’t forgotten.”

“If so, why did you make that choice?”

“… .”

Jang Seon-yeon shut her mouth.

It wasn’t because I had nothing to say.

I closed it because I didn’t want to say anything.

There were countless words that could be brought out, but he knew that the words would circle around and dig into himself.

“Didn’t your father tell you, that power is dangerous?”

why do you think so

Not being able to say this, Jang Seon-yeon had to keep the same silence.

“Didn’t I say that power is dangerous to the point that you might lose yourself as you get eaten by it?”

At Jangcheon’s words, Jang Seonyeon’s Danjeon could feel a wriggle.

He riots violently as if he is angry at his father’s words.

It had been a long time since it had been a strength, so it seemed that he hadn’t slept properly yet.

My father doesn’t know much about this power.

He has the name of the head of the Maeng, but in the end, he was not baptized, so he would not have known.

you won’t even feel it

I only noticed it because of the way it looked in the rain.

“Until the terms and conditions are exceeded, I would not have forgotten that I gave permission by saying that I would not use it. How did you do that?”

Jang Cheon’s words made Jang Seon-yeon think of Namgung-bia.

When asked why she did that, Jang Seon-yeon asks herself countless questions.

One answer came to mind.

‘I was scared.’

I was just scared.

It means that he was afraid of the increasingly shining woman and took it out to escape somehow.

‘… It’s a dirty feeling.’

The gesture of a woman who did not back down.

The gaze of a woman who was looking at something beyond herself.

To a confident step without distrust.

All of that was just disgusting.

Even the eyes of Yangchun Gu as he held the woman in his arms for the last time and looked at him.

Why should you feel this way?

I just used the given power.

Why should I have to feel so embarrassed and stingy?

This power was obtained to become light.

this is what was chosen.

That’s why he was qualified to shine more than anyone else.

But, how could that woman shine so brightly alone?

‘It’s a childish feeling.’

It is a clear sense of qualification to pull up.

I hate to admit it, but it was an unavoidable reality.

Maybe it’s because he was embarrassed because the later indexes of the political faction, which he thought would be nothing to do, were much better than expected.

They, Yoosung, clearly told him.

The star of the era pointed to by the heavenly spirit is himself.

-The two bloods, the flow are yours.

– Even time will be missed, so how can you not become a star?

It was something I couldn’t understand at the moment.

They called themselves stars.

Surely it will.

It had to be.

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“sorry. father.”

Jang Seon-yeon laughed quietly and tried to organize her thoughts.

Father knows nothing.

Or maybe you know but try to ignore it.

Does not matter.

“So as not to damage your father’s reputation. I won’t make a mistake in the future… .”

After all, if it comes later, my father will understand me too.

“…”

Jangcheon rarely responded to Jang Seon-yeon’s words.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t care too much because I knew he was a good son.

Jang Seon-yeon’s subtly changed atmosphere caught my eye.

Has something changed?

Jiang Chen closed his eyes and thought.

I need to see the host again.

******************

North Sea Ice Palace.

He is the owner of the North Sea, where winter does not go away all year round, full of snow and ice due to the influence of ice crystals protruding from the demonic landscape in the north.

The place where most of those who reign as the throne of the snowfield belong.

In addition to the cold environment, the martial arts they use are also using ice balls.

As a representative figure, the former palace owner, Seolui Wangha (雪懿王昰), was around the time when Binguigun appeared in Jungwon.

It was also a place that produced masters so strong that there is a legend that summer passed away and winter arrived at the touch of his hand.

And Mo Yong-hee was mixed with the blood of the Ice Palace.

Because Moyonggaju’s wife and the fourth daughter of Binggungju was her mother.

My father loved my mother very much.

That’s why he didn’t even have a concubine and looked only at his mother.

As the head of the family of the four generations, the fact that he declared that he would not marry North Sea nor have a concubine means that he would stand up for himself with the elders.

It meant that your affection was more important than the safety of Sega.

As if that was the truth, he took on all the karma that occurred afterwards.

Mo Yong-Hui did not understand her father until she grew older and the girl took on the appearance of a woman.

How can love be more important?

Is it important enough to protect even at the cost of losing a lot?

It is incomprehensible both rationally and emotionally.

See, their love made the famous Moyong fall behind the other four generations.

Moyong gradually lost the power of the name.

What is left of their love?

Captured by the Murimmaeng, left a shattered glory that is shaken.

Her mother died, leaving her father alone.

Didn’t he leave himself to live by eating Sega’s spine?

The father and mother must not have known that their daughter, who had barely been born, would suffer from heart failure.

He probably didn’t know that the blood of the Ice Palace would produce such an outcome.

Even more so in the era where even the incurable disease of the past is being treated.

It’s an incurable disease.

What does this mean?

‘It’s a really funny story.’

I’m also talking nonsense.

Thanks to him, it became difficult even to live.

The world went back to normal.

Mo Yong-hee, like other people with arteriosclerosis, has excellent talent in terms of martial arts and senses, but.

It was an insignificant level to call it an equivalent exchange.

The geniuses around me were more than this.

It was the same when I looked at the boy in front of me right now.

‘That’s a bit too much… .’

A sphere that burns hotly, as if condensing all the flames in the world.

A strong figure that is not awkward to call a small sun.

Mo Yong-Hui-Ah looked at it and smiled a little while making a dejected expression.

It was a laugh that made me laugh because I felt that my curiosity about the fact that I was able to see the true value of Gu Yang-cheon was solved a little.

Just by looking at them, you can tell that the level is different, and a dejected expression pops out.

‘I wonder if the apology meant this.’

I was dumbfounded because I thought I knew it vaguely.

Wouldn’t that kind of apology be too petty?

Mo Yong-Hui Ah drew her sword and raised the bet.

I keep feeling like I want to give up, but I can’t.

Mo Yong-hee can do that, but Seolbong can’t.

Cold chills at the tip of the sword.

The household appliance martial art of the Moyong family is representative of Naegigong Ui-Ryong Bi-Seon-Gong (義爖備善功).

And he uses the Ui-Ryongbi-Seonsword (義爖備先劍), which is the head of it.

However, unlike other martial arts, where brain energy and firepower become stronger as the level of deep gong increases,

The Moyong family had nothing to do with cold.

Rather, it was closer to something else.

Like this, coldness was a characteristic that only Mo Yong-hee had.

Not to mention the different colored eyes.

The cold air contained in martial arts as the level rises must also be the effect of the blood on the side of the ice palace.

I felt the cold in an instant as I raised my bet to use martial arts.

To prevent that, I had to wrap the bet around my body again.

This is different from the cold feeling of winter.

It’s because the body can’t stand the cold that grows inside.

A cold that cannot be overcome even with a hot flame right in front of you or wearing thick clothes.

Filled with the smell of death, freezing the surroundings with life as collateral.

It was the cold that Mo Yong-hee hated the most.

‘It’s boring, scary and boring.’

Mo Yong-hee looked at the small sun in front of her eyes.

The suffocating heat makes my throat feel stuffy and my face frowns.

Even though the body wrapped around the bet, even though cold air is radiating around it.

The heat emitted by Guyangcheon casually eats up the coldness of Mo Yonghui.

I wondered how that could be, but it was natural.

It must be the simple reason that the heat of Guyangcheon is hotter than his own coldness.

‘How can it be written in this way?’

Mo Yong-hee has excellent senses.

It is also very helpful in reading people’s facial expressions and emotions.

The authentic part is more helpful in figuring out what martial arts your opponent is using.

Even if it is not a sense of a level bestowed by God, like the heavenly heavenly body recorded in history.

It meant knowing to some extent.

Looking at it, it was difficult to explain Guyangchun’s martial arts.

It doesn’t mean that it is a difficult martial art.

Judging from the method, it was rather simple martial arts.

However, the requirements seemed quite demanding.

First of all, it requires a very vast bet to use.

In addition, a strengthened body capable of catching and handling the runaway flames was needed as well.

I looked at Gu Yangchen’s body.

‘… I don’t think his body is that well-trained.’

In the eyes of Mo Yong-hee, Gu Yang-cheon’s body was poor compared to other late indexes.

Not only his muscles, but his small physique also plays a part in making him look like that.

So where does that control power come from?

It was ambiguous to simply call it a talent.

No, there was no way to explain it.

The result of an absurd world.

It seemed that way to Mo Yong-hee.

Mo Yong-hee was a person who knew that fact a long time ago, so she just laughed without regret.

“Even in front of such a flame. I am still cold.”

Is it because I suddenly put the sun in front of me?

That thought just crossed my mind.

took a stance

Because the rain has begun.

The moment when the sword filled with coldness rides on Mo Yong-hee’s gesture and pierces into the heat.

“uh… ?”

Mo Yong-hee stood tall.

The flames of Guyangcheon were still burning, but Mo Yong-hee forgot even that and stood still as if he had become a stone.

“why… . What… what?”

Unlike Mo Yong-hee, who is tightly united with her usual arrogance, a slurred tone came out.

Mo Yong-hee had no choice but to do so.

‘why… . Isn’t it suddenly cold?’

The coldness at the tip of Mo Yong-hee’s sword was still there.

Even though I was embarrassed, the bet was not disturbed.

The cold should still be felt, but somehow the cold that I felt was gone.

My hands trembled from how embarrassed I was.

That this has never happened in my entire life.

Even the party could not reap Mo Yong-hee’s cold.

Rather, it only left a big scar on his back.

Why are you suddenly doing this?

“Yena and now.”

Mo Yong-hee, who was so embarrassed, heard a voice in her ears.

“Anyway, I have a lot on my mind. Why do your eyes get so big when something goes wrong?”

“… I beg your pardon?”

Mo Yong-hee asked what he was talking about, but Gu Yang-chun immediately put on a puzzled expression.

“it’s nothing. I didn’t say that to Moyong Sojour. It just reminds me of someone.”

Anyway, my ears are bright.

I couldn’t hear her voice, but the way Yangchen’s mouth clearly seemed to say that.

Goo Yangchun checked his surroundings and continued.

“I think this is all I have to show you.”

“… Gu Gongja?”

“I don’t mind waiting.

According to Guyangchen’s words, the flame moved.

The flames that used to form spheres change shape at the touch of a hand.

Rather than changing its shape, it began to wrap itself around Gu Yangchun’s arm.

Even pretending to look dangerous.

Perhaps not only in appearance but also in reality.

With that huge flame clumped together on one side of his arm, he must never be weak.

Leaving behind the shocking incident of not feeling the cold.

Mo Yong-hee had to break out in a cold sweat.

It’s like something strange is going on.

Gu Yangchen asked.

“You’re not going to abstain?”

Contrary to the heavy atmosphere I felt at first, it was an infinitely light question.

“no… . that.”

“Yeah, I asked something strange, I thought you wouldn’t.”

Even though she wondered what she was doing in the middle of the dance, Mo Yong-hee had to regret it a little.

I was contemplating whether to give up while watching the flames around my arm.

Mo Yong-hee hurriedly drew her sword and took a stance.

Before taking a step, Gu Yangchen moved first.

Arms wrapped in flames move lightly.

“It won’t hurt.”

Hwareuk.

The blazing heat is so strong that it makes the space seem distorted.

that it wouldn’t hurt… ?

If it doesn’t fit in front, isn’t it missing teeth?

“maybe.”

With the words of Gu Yangchun laughing.

A huge flame strikes in front of Mo Yong-hee’s eyes.

That is.

It was the last thing Mo Yong-hee saw before passing out.

******************

It ended with a single spark.

Still, I thought I would survive a couple of times, but somehow Mo Yong-hee was knocked down by a single blow.

‘I’ve felt it for a long time, but I always have a lot of thoughts. That’s the downside.’

What the hell were you scratching your head at?

For me, smart human behavior has always been an incomprehensible part.

At the same time as the referee spoke of victory, a loud voice could be heard from the surroundings as if they had been waiting.

There was still no excitement whatsoever.

‘Shouldn’t it have been a little lighter.’

Only a small regret remained.

After using a martial art that is written for others to see, like this, it is full of emptiness for no reason.

More so in my previous life.

There was also a time when I was engrossed in raising sparks to show something more.

Because I know very well where those sparks were used and what they should have been used for.

I didn’t want to do that in this life.

“What do you think, nothing ever went as planned.”

The return, of course, and the life since then.

There wasn’t a single thing I was hoping for.

Now it had to be thoughtless.

but.

I raised my gaze and looked up high.

Who is it?

I looked up and looked up.

This time, as if it didn’t matter if they got caught.

So right away, a few people come into sight.

There was no lord.

The head of Shaolin was also absent.

Is it because the fight they wanted to see ended, or is it for some other reason?

Whatever happened, we’ll see tomorrow.

Having come to this, I suddenly remembered what Elder Lee had said before coming to Hanam.

-If you’re going to buy and hit, make sure to hit and come back.

Words too ignorant to be said by the elders of Sega.

I thought that too when I heard it.

Looking back now, I wonder if it was Elder Lee’s insight.

“Anyway, I think it should be.”

If you want to hit it too loud.

You can make excuses with this elder.

It’s the head of the village who told me to make an accident, and I, as a good boy, just follow what he says.

I moved my steps only after confirming that Mo Yong-hee was safely going down the stage.

It wasn’t a very strong shot compared to what it looks like, so I wouldn’t have been hurt too much.

Now I had to go to the doctor’s office rather than that.

He’d probably be awake by now.