It is said that it is a seongyeong or Mureungdowon , referring to a place with a nice view and a cozy place. It meant that it was as beautiful as the world where immortals live.
But it was clear that this place was a real fairyland.
Tweet.
Little pretty birds sat in the trees and sang.
Sabaksabak.
Deer with glossy fur were leisurely grazing. He must have felt popular, but he doesn't care at all.
rippling.
A stream flowed on one side and the sky was clear without a single cloud.
The petals danced among themselves in the wind. The warm wind was full of the smell of spring, and on one side, sagebrush flowers were in full bloom.
'omg… … .'
what's this?
Obviously it is winter now. Because the region is a region, it will be warmer than the northern part, but it was basically very cold.
But is it spring here?
'what? Am I dreaming now?'
Chun Ha-jin raised his hands with a dazed expression and pulled his cheeks to both sides.
sick.
'Isn't this a dream?'
In an instant, Chun Ha-jin's eyes flashed.
'Gwansangjin?!'
The magic method that deceives people's five senses and induces hallucinations and hallucinations is called phantasmagoria.
Since the season is winter, this scene makes no sense. Didn't you even come inside the building instead of outside it?
If so, this must be an area covered by phantom dust.
however… … .
'Why is there such a real truth?'
In order to do water spraying, you must have some understanding of the Jinbeop.
Moreover, in order to hear the sound of King Salsuji, one must acquire an almost expert level of knowledge about Jinbeop.
The level of fantasia here was so high that even such a low-class Hajin was not worth it.
It was not possible to make a hasty decision, but it was not unreasonable to say that it was a top-class battle strategy.
'Hyung, anyway, good is good.'
I wanted to retire in Gangho and build a big house and live in a place like this. The ideal house site I had dreamed of in my imagination was just like this.
It was time for him to open his mouth and look around.
"This way."
Whoa, what a surprise!
Chun Ha-jin turned his head to the place where the voice was heard.
"… … !"
A large sperm was caught in his field of vision.
It was a sperm that hadn't been there before. If there was such a large and antique pavilion, there was no way I wouldn't have known about it.
And there, a man wearing a dragon robe was sitting with his back turned.
back.
My fingers curled up and my fists were clenched.
Chun Ha-jin, who looked at the man's back for a moment, moved slowly.
Bubbly.
Step by step, careful and careful walking.
Then an amazing thing happened.
slip.
At the spot where he stepped, the grass grew up to his shins, then withered and crumbled as soon as he took his step off.
If you step on it again, other grasses come up, and if you take your foot off, it withers and dies.
One step contains life, two steps permeates death. However, Chun Ha-jin, who was walking while looking at the man's back, did not recognize it.
Chun Ha-jin walks as if possessed by something.
The man's eyes flashed as he lowered his head and brought the glass to his mouth.
'Life and death?'
He slowly put down his glass and looked around.
The mood of a peaceful fairyland invading his world little by little, which was at the edge of a cliff.
'… … Interesting.'
how much time has passed like that
flinch!
Chun Ha-jin's feet suddenly stopped when he reached the stairs opposite the pavilion.
It was a feeling of incomprehensible discomfort.
'huh?'
Chen Ha-jin hurriedly looked around.
The world was the same as before. Kihwayocho was in full bloom, and deer and birds roamed peacefully.
'I must have felt something strange?'
flinch!
Suddenly, a sharp, unknown pain ran up my spine and stretched all the way to the back of my neck.
'… … .'
Chun Ha-jin flinched and squeezed his neck.
It was like being stung by a bee. The sharp pain brought me to my senses.
'What can I say... … I don't know why... … .'
A strong light shone in his eyes, which had only been hazy.
'It's dangerous here.'
The mind and body are ultimately one.
He had never been comfortable for a single day, but the pleasure he had never enjoyed in his life made his mind and body flexible for three months.
However, the killer instinct that had been honed all his life would not disappear in just three months.
The cry of instinct, which had been called out so many times, was awakened again in the first environment.
and informed that this place is not safe.
Knowing with your head and 'understanding' deeply in your heart are completely different.
It was only now that Cheon Ha-jin was able to clearly recognize that this place was truly dangerous.
How dangerous is it?
'Enough to suppress even the sixth sense engraved in the soul!'
He put one foot on the stairs.
pounding.
My heart raced.
throbbing.
Slowly, the gaze opened up the world above the sky little by little.
Seruk.
Chun Ha-jin finally came up to the sperm.
"Sit down."
Woo woo woo.
The sound of the voice that hits and comes in as if he's been waiting is truly a masterpiece. Chun Ha-jin's uvula swayed along with the saliva he swallowed.
A man came into his field of vision.
The man was sitting at an angle with one arm propped up, pouring a drink with a languid movement.
Squeeze.
A cup that slowly fills up.
However, Chun Ha-jin's eyes were taken away by the man himself, not by the glass.
'big!'
It's a truly gigantic physique.
Even at first glance, it reminded me of a mountain with a body that was almost seven feet tall and wide shoulders.
His hands were also very large, and a rather thick bottle of wine was wrapped around his fingers.
Her tangled hair covered half of her face, and the underwear she wore under the loosely draped dragon robe was so full that her chest was exposed.
It was blurry.
His pectoral muscles and upper abdominal muscles, which were flexed as if they were about to burst, and smooth, disturbed his vision.
His half-exposed face made it difficult to guess his age.
Full, frost-free hair and wrinkle-free skin. But I didn't feel young at all.
A very languid and decadent atmosphere that does not suit the size of the body.
What created that atmosphere was the dignity and composure that could never be created by a youth full of energy.
'Demon Lord!'
The owner of the Heavenly Demonic Church of the time we finally meet.
For the ninth time in history, it was the moment when he faced the 9th Heavenly Demon, Lee Cheon-sang, who received the spirit of the Heavenly Demon.
* * *
"Did the Three Gongja go in?"
"That's right."
A middle-aged man, Mudam, the great protection law of the Protestant religion, stared at the door with complicated eyes.
Silence without words.
The man standing next to him opened his mouth with a blunt expression.
"Do you have any problems on your mind?"
"… … ."
"… … ."
"… … ."
"sorry. The small man made a mistake."
Mudam did not answer this time either.
how much time has passed like that
"Since the reign of the lord, there have been only two occasions when someone other than the lord entered the panmajeong."
There was tension and concern in his calm voice that could not be hidden.
"Once, twenty-five years ago, when the head teacher received his first disciple."
The man's eyes sparkled.
"The first disciple… … Are you talking?"
"Yes."
"If so, the Grand Duke?"
"Not like that. The Archduke became the Master's disciple exactly twenty years ago."
"Are you saying there was another disciple before the present Grand Duke?"
"Yes. And the disciple in the shadows you do not know died here in Panmajeong."
"… … !"
"The whole body was torn to shreds as if it had been eaten by beasts."
The man's face turned pale.
"The teacher… … ?"
"If the headmaster had intended to kill him, he wouldn't have brought him here."
That's right. So I couldn't even know.
The man who had never entered Panmajeong in the first place did not know what this place was like.
All he knew was that there was a personal sperm used by the headmaster.
"Then who is the other person who has entered this place?"
"It's a total army."
"… … !"
"A person of supreme power who oversees the school's major and minor affairs.
He is the only man in our school who has risen to the top of the world with his head, not martial arts. He is the second person to enter the panmajeong."
"He… … ."
"okay. I walked out confidently."
Mudam's eyes deepened.
"As of today, Panmajeong was held for the third time. Will the Three Gongja be able to come back alive?"
* * *
The rising tension strained his hamstrings and pounded his stomach and back.
After the word to sit down, Lee Cheon-sang did not open his mouth. He simply repeated filling and emptying his glass in slow motion.
Sigh. Sigh.
Chun Ha-jin took a deep breath and took another step, one step at a time.
When there were about five steps left until the drinking table.
"Meet the headmaster."
Lee Cheon-sang's eyes shone.
Chun Ha-jin stopped walking and bowed to say hello. A subtle courtesy emanated from him.
'… … .'
Lee Cheon-sang, who was staring at him blankly, moved the glass he had set aside to the other side.
Squeeze.
"Take it."
Chun Ha-jin straightened his back, sat down, and raised his glass.
A sparkling drink. The strong and luxurious scent made his head dizzy.
Chun Ha-jin, who closed his eyes for a moment and savored the incense, emptied his glass.
'Hey, Joota!'
On a fictional day, I drank only cheap baekju, and when I drank this kind of alcohol, it felt like my limbs trembled.
He put the glass down cautiously, holding back the exclamation that almost came out of his mouth without realizing it, straightening his posture and looking at the statue of Lee Chun.
'… … !'
It's different.
The presence of the two heavenly statues facing each other with a small statue in between was overwhelming.
Even though it doesn't show any momentum, it conveys the majesty like a mountain.
Even with a light gesture or a short breath, the pressure that oppressed people was evident.
'The great master of magic, the word 'lord of ten thousand demons' is colorless.'
Although he was better at politics than martial arts, the old man of the Uicheon Lord was also one of the top 10 masters in the world.
I've never seen ferrets, but it's probably on a similar level. He could be said to be one number lower than those two.
This person is different.
There is no reason to be trapped in the frame of a teenage master, the best martial god in the world is here.
To the extent that it is understandable at first glance that the demons worship him as a god, he was a strong man of anti-seon who was playing in a completely different dimension.
I had questions before admiration.
'Why didn't I come out on top when I was this strong?'
Maybe he wasn't interested in the Underworld?
It was when Chun Ha-jin tilted his head inwardly.
"You said you wanted to see me?"
There was no emotion in the words that flew as if they were tossed. It was truly the height of indifference.
"Ah, yes."
"The reason is?"
It's ridiculously cheap.
Still, aren't you a priest? Are the teachers and students in this neighborhood really this bloody?
Feeling ashamed for some reason, Chun Ha-jin coughed a couple of times for no reason. In any case, it was clear that this man did not like to be talked about.
Don't make excuses every now and then, let's be honest.
"I have a favor to ask… … yo. this."
"Please?"
Was it a surprise? Lee Cheon-sang's eyes lit up once again.
"What kind of request are you talking about?"
Chun Ha-jin swallowed at the unabated tension. I'm a little nervous when I try to speak.
But, well, you have to stake that kind of stake to find freedom.
"Keheheum! that… … I mean."
"… … ."
"… … ."
"… … ."
"May I leave school… … ?"
Lee Cheon-sang looked at Cheon Ha-jin in silence at the bottomless and endless words.
He felt cold sweat run down his back.
Hey, you sick bastard! Speak confidently, confidently! Let's go out for a while! I want to get some fresh air! Wouldn't it be okay to say this?
Can I leave school? What kind of request is this?
'… … Damn it, it's too bloody!'
Above all, the pressure was not a joke. To the extent that my back got wet just from spitting out that one word.
'Anyway, I said it.'
will you allow me
yes, i will allow it
It's not like you're going to have an accident, you're just going out, right? My body has reached this point, but I can't listen to a disciple, can't it?
As if to show off, he laid his eyes on him and even put on a sad expression. I tried to create an atmosphere by relaxing her tense body.
It hurt my pride, but once I got out of here, my bloody life in the Demonic Cult was over.
The true new life of human Cheon Ha-jin begins. For that, I was able to dance in front of the teacher.
how much time has passed like that
Lee Cheon-sang, who was staring at Cheon Ha-jin, raised his glass.
"Follow me."
"Ah, yes."
Chun Ha-jin politely filled his glass.
Lee Cheon-sang, who slowly emptied his glass, opened his mouth.
"Do you want to leave school?"
"That's right."
"Are you saying you want to sever ties with the main school?"
Chun Ha-jin narrowed his eyes.
uh… … It's meant to be, but Did I just tell you that I'm leaving school?
ah! Come to think of it, is this misleading?
Chun Ha-jin hurriedly opened his mouth.
"What did you mean by that… … ."
"Don't you like being my disciple?"
"yes? Oh no! It's not like that... … ."
"Have you already given up because your body has reached that point?"
"That's it."
"Was he only that bad?"
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Lee Cheon-sang's eyes sank deeply, infinitely deeply.
Chun Ha-jin's uvula went up and down relentlessly.
'… … Shiba.'
Fucked.