shiver.
Sweat ran down his forehead and wet his eyes.
Woo woo woo!!
It sounded like I was hearing this name. It was just a change in the eyes, but it was extremely cold, as if the warm spring wind suddenly turned into a winter wind.
"So I mean… … ."
"What a disappointment."
Lee Cheon-sang spat out as if tossing it, and filled his glass.
Chen Ha-jin screamed inwardly.
What did I do wrong? No, you just want to go out, right? And when a person is talking, please don't cut off and listen!
The words swirling around in my head were the ones I couldn't get out of my mouth.
Chen Ha-jin took a deep breath.
"Sir."
Lee Cheon-sang didn't even look at him and just slowly emptied the glass and poured it again.
"You seem to have misunderstood something… … ."
"Are you mistaken?"
still indifferent voice. I have no idea what the hell this guy is thinking.
'driving me crazy! I can't read the expression!'
Leaving that aside, when he cut off his words like that, he couldn't even open his mouth easily.
I couldn't even stay still. The one who laid the plate is himself, but isn't it that he can't go back after pouring out a bowl of sweat?
Chun Ha-jin rolled his eyes and pondered over and over again.
What do we do? He doesn't look extremely angry, but he doesn't seem happy either. Well, there was no word like winter in joy.
Chun Ha-jin, who had been rolling rice like crazy for a moment, became desperate at some point.
'… … shit.'
damn, i don't know
Right now, there is no other answer than the regular method. It is clear that a nobleman hates talking in circles more than a poisonous snake.
He even seems to have no doubts that his thoughts are right.
OK! I want to break ties with this place! You are right! Admit it!
'Iwangjisa, this is what happened, it's cool to see!'
Live once, live twice... … Do you buy three times?!
After all, it is a body that has been destroyed once. There is nothing to be sad about or afraid of dying again.
"Sir!"
roaring start.
Chun Ha-jin shook his head.
"I am… … !"
It was then.
Ugh!
'… … !!'
His body stiffened.
Lee Cheon-sang's expression was as indifferent as before. It wasn't that he was releasing his inner strength or exuding a sense of presence.
However, Cheon Ha-jin, who looked into the eyes of the only demon in the world, tasted the sensation of freezing his bones.
Eyes containing the flames of inferno.
The eyes of the Absolute were majestic, intimidating and terrifying in themselves.
There was a person who had completed himself without proving himself through useless words and actions.
The strongest demon of the time who can play with the principles of all things and even burn the sky.
The moment when he was about to swallow the god of death who had not yet taken off his human mask.
"… … Oh, I'm not really trying to cut ties."
Lee Cheon-sang's eyes shone.
"What if?"
Chun Ha-jin stuttered.
"I want to get some fresh air."
"… … ."
"I said… … Haven't you been feeling better in a while? In the meantime, I also lost my martial arts."
"Have you done it?"
"This is a bit complicated, this is it. This is what I was really trying to do. It wasn't that easy."
"… … ."
"That's why I thought I'd go out for a while… … I'm here to make that request. Yes, it is. That's it."
"… … ."
"How can I try to cut ties with the main school when I'm not feeling well, ha ha! that cloth... … Seo Liang! I'm not going anywhere! Ah yes."
Lee Cheon-sang's eyes narrowed.
There was a feeling of surprise in his eyes as he looked at the disciple who chattered like a sparrow.
"is it."
"Yes yes, yes."
"Did you just ask to see me in order to get permission to go out?"
… … ah?
'This, damn it.'
Chun Ha-jin cursed his own simplicity.
If you think about it, that was really odd.
The reason for asking to meet the head of the Heavenly Demon Goddess, Manmajijon, is nothing else, but 'merely' permission to go out?
No matter who hears it, it is bound to be full of spirits. At least he should have come with a more important reason than permission to go out.
This is why I said cut off the kite, mane. Isolation would be enough reason for asking me to meet the head of the Great Heavenly Demon Goddess.
'Going out itself is an important reason for me!'
But does the other person think it's important?
"… … I wanted to see Master John An after a long time."
Lee Cheon-sang's eyebrows twitched.
It was the first change in expression, but Chun Ha-jin did not have time to recognize it because he was constantly talking.
"Although it has come to this point, there is still a duty to be a disciple.
I haven't been able to repay even one hundredth of the grace I received, but I feel like I can't even say hello on time, so it's a burden on my heart... … ."
This is my step. Chun Ha-jin tried to stimulate the emotions of the opponent as much as possible.
He said that he could repay the money he owed, but he could not repay the heart he owed. The human heart is so important.
Isn't the relationship between a teacher and a teacher also based on heavenly principles, just like blood and flesh?
I don't know if this stone-like man has feelings, but he said he came because he wanted to see his master.
Pussss.
The cup in Heaven's hand turned to dust and scattered.
His expression was still nonchalant, but the glow in his eyes seemed to tell of his twisted judgment.
'… … Why are you angry?!'
Saaak!
The heavy air rose hot.
"Did you say it was the duty of a disciple?"
"yes?"
"If you knew the rules, you shouldn't have appeared in front of me with a body like that."
Chun Ha-jin opened his mouth wide.
I heard that the student who had been revived as a knight came to say hello, but you don't know the way?
what? am i weird? No, I really don't know. Why does this not make sense? Someone please teach me!
Lee Cheon-sang rose from his seat.
cooong!
It was terrifying even when he was sitting, but when he got up, it was really huge like a mountain.
Turning his back, he said bluntly.
"In three days, I will send someone."
"… … ?"
three days? person?
"Go back."
Are you going back? Go to the residence?!
Chun Ha-jin was dumbfounded.
Wait! So what about my request? What about going out? Can I just go out on my own? would you really do that?
"I… … ."
Lee Chun-sang glanced at Chun Ha-jin.
Crying!
For some reason, I was angry at the silent glance.
When this gentleman asked to see you, didn't you just say things that I understand?
Is there no such thing as minimal consideration for the other person? Do you even know what the essence of conversation is? ok?!
I'm a super master who was counted as one of the top 10 masters in the world, so this is it!
Chun Ha-jin stood up abruptly.
And politely folded the waist.
"I'll see you later."
let's go back
* * *
"Did you call, Professor?"
"hmm."
Lee Cheon-sang, who was seated at Taesa's chair and greeted by Mudam, stood up.
Bubbly.
Just walking makes people nervous.
Even if he said that he was not lacking compared to the top 10 masters in the world, he felt his hair stand on end as Lee Cheon-sang approached.
Squeeze.
Lee Cheon-sang, who had moved to the window, opened one of the bottles and filled his glass.
Mudam was still holding on to his fighting spirit.
"Come here."
"yes."
Mudam got up from his seat and cautiously approached Lee Cheon-sang.
Lee Cheon-sang held out his cup.
"Have a drink."
"Hwang Gong."
Respectfully receiving the cup, Mudam turned his head to empty it, took three steps back, then knelt down and bowed his head.
This is an attitude that is hard to come by without extreme respect for the other person. Such was the attitude of Daehobeop toward a god incarnated in a human body.
Lee Cheon-sang asked calmly.
"What happened to the third?"
Mudam's face was filled with wonder. In the meantime, Lee Cheon-sang rarely asked about her disciples.
I was curious, but asking the curiosity in my heart is the duty of a person who serves God.
"I recovered my body in the dwelling place."
"Is that simply everything?"
"… … yes."
"Right."
The indifference contained in the short answer was still there.
However, I could understand the martial arts that had served Lee Cheon-sang for decades. That the current teacher is a little different from usual.
It's blasphemous to even dare to guess, but if you dare to recall... … .
'interest?'
to whom? Maybe to the trio?
Mudam, who had been tilting his head inwardly, was startled by Lee Cheon-sang's words that came out after a while.
"It's been quite a while."
"… … ?"
"I picked it up thinking it was a serpent, but it turned out to be a poisonous snake. So he was disappointed."
"yes?"
"When I saw it again today, it had a yeouiju in its snout."
Mudam's eyes fluttered.
The corner of Lee Cheon-sang's mouth went up slightly.
It was a very small movement, but it was surprising that the expression that would not change even after a thousand years had changed.
Lee Cheon-sang recalled the Panmajeong period.
The mysterious and amazing sight that the third showed.
'Instead of getting away from the devil, I was 'understanding' death.'
Panmajeong.
The term "sperm that discriminates against demons" did not come out for nothing.
The jinbeop surrounded by it is the development of each generation of the ancient , and it was the highest study maintained by the demonic spirit of the religious leader.
determine the horse
Ma is the object that the cult leader brings, and it is the religious master and the true law that determine it.
Since it was a jinbeop maintained by the magi of the religious leader, the owner of Panmajeong had no choice but to be the religious leader.
Panmajeong embodies the mind of those who enter the camp.
It is not enough to show the current state as well as what is being pursued, even revealing some areas of the unconscious.
What if the person being targeted doesn't like the cult leader?
What if even a ray of life arises in the leader's heart?
At that time, according to the will of the cult leader, a demon named Panmajeong attacks the target. As soon as you really want to kill, you destroy it brutally.
It is the best way to find out the inside of a person. However, it was not possible to keep the panmajeong open indefinitely.
The method of opening Panmajeong, the time, and the period during which it could be reopened were secrets known only to the religious leader.
"Is the old bamboo forest well managed?"
"yes? Ah yes! Every two days, personnel from the courthouse are hired and managed."
"Any casualties?"
"There are an average of five casualties per month, but fortunately there have been no deaths in the last four months."
"You raised the kids well."
Lee Cheon-sang emptied his cup and handed it to Mudam, who carefully filled his cup.
However, Lee Cheon-sang still held out his cup.
"Let's do it together."
"yes?"
Lee Cheon-sang said no more.
Mudam filled his glass as if he was happy, then carefully lifted it.
Jjim!
The sound of glasses clashing against each other was very clear.
One coolly, the other politely emptied his glass.
"It's a gift given to you for all your hard work."
"Oh no! It was the right thing to do."
Mudam's face was stained with passion. He hadn't expected that the headmaster would even propose a toast.
Neither the nectar from the heavens nor the temptation of the color of Gyeonggukji could be sweeter than this. It was a gift that I will never forget until the moment I die.
When he is drunk on the leader's gift.
"Bite the kids for a while."
"… … yes?"
Lee Cheon-sang, who set the cup, went up to Taesa and sat down.
"The third will be sent to Gojukwon."
Mudam's face turned pale.
"To Gojukwon… … Are you talking?"
He knew how important Gojukwon was in the Protestant religion.
And just as important, or even more dangerous.
Lee Chun-sang rested his chin.
Was it Mudam's misunderstanding to read the interest rising on his indifferent face?
"It's a good place to get some fresh air.