Episode 13. Human and Demonic Scenery, Ancient Bamboo Forest (3)
"Magic level?"
"… … yes."
Mudam slowly tilted his head to one side.
suddenly? why? Are you trying to get some stimulation by looking at the non-classes?
Ma Dong-pil spoke briefly and then continued speaking.
"I heard that Confucius's name plate is kept in the Protectorate, so let's find it first… … ."
In an instant, Mudam's eyes became sharp.
"Prince Seo?"
Ma Dong-pil said no.
"actually… … ."
He reported his conversation with Seo-ryang to Mu-dam.
Mudam frowned.
"You mean Confucius himself requested that?"
"That's right."
"… … ."
I don't know. I can't understand the actions of the Three Dukes at all.
'Have you really suffered mental harm?'
After waking up from the demonic spell, the appearances of the Three Dukes were all heterogeneous.
After listening to the religious leader's words, he asked Aenghwa, his maid, some questions just in case.
If I had to guess only the meaningful things Aenghwa said at that time... … .
- You showed a very different side from the previous Samgongja... … .
- You seem a little confused in your tone of voice or actions... … .
- no! That doesn't mean he's violent... … He just doesn't know what to do... … .
And now Ma Dong-pil's report.
'It really feels like I've become a different person.'
The three princes he knew were talented, but overly arrogant and greedy. Of course, he couldn't have the slightest consideration for people he considered below him.
Literally a tyrant. If it bothers you, kill it, and kill it even if there is no reason. The Three Confucius was that kind of person.
But after he woke up from the muzzle, he seemed to be a completely different person.
After thinking for a moment, Mudam took out a golden key from his arms.
"Take it."
"… … !"
Ma Dong-pil's eyes wavered.
"Wonju, that's… … ."
"As you know, the rental period is three days. "Mix it with other non-classes and take three or four copies."
"… … All right. Please fill out the release permit."
Mudam immediately filled out the permission form, stamped it, and handed it to him.
"If anything happens, please contact me right away."
"yes!"
"Oh, and did you explain to Confucius about Gojuk Forest?"
"Not yet. "I want to give it to you today."
Mudam frowned.
"Don't you know how dangerous the Gojuk Forest is? It is said that the area around the residence is safe, but it is not perfect. "I'll figure it out, but please explain it to me as quickly as possible."
"yes."
"Let's just go."
Ma Dong-pil, who bowed deeply once, disappeared.
Mudam's face as he walked to the window was quite dark.
'What on earth did the religious leader see in the Three Dukes that he sent them to Gojuk Forest?'
High bamboo forest.
It is a marim (魔林) that existed before the Heavenly Demon Church established itself on Hibmandaesan Mountain.
There was an absolutely powerful person called the First Heavenly Demon, but it was a gift that allowed Shingyo, whose power was not great, to grow into a huge sect in a short period of time, and it was also the culprit that killed countless demons for over a thousand years.
He will give the best gift to those who can reach it, but those who cannot reach it will be dragged into the abyss of death.
This is the reason why among those who have lived in Gojuk Forest so far, only a handful of people have walked out unharmed.
"From Panmajeong to Gojuk Forest. "The Three Dukes have already been put to the test by the religious leader twice."
I received a passing grade at Panmajeong.
What will happen in the high bamboo forest? At the crossroads of life and death, where you will die if you fail and survive if you pass, which fate will the Three Confucius choose?
* * *
"one two three four… … "Seventeen."
"… … ."
"Going to work for 10 days?!"
Ma Dong-pil said.
"There are not many volumes because we have selected only the best ones."
Seo-ryang felt dispirited.
This isn't much? Isn't it too much?
'Well, it doesn't matter.'
It is also good for him to have many books to refer to. Because magic means being able to properly delve into the system.
Seolyang's expression, who was staring at his subordinates, suddenly became uneasy.
'Damn it! Now, should I even learn magic?'
He grumbled inwardly and shook his head at a sudden thought.
'Let's not be prejudiced. The moment you think of demonic gong as something below divine gong, it becomes difficult to see through its essence.'
Let's face it clearly and transparently. Let's think of it as studying a new system called magic.
… … For now.
'Besides, the leader of the cult also learned magic arts.'
There were a lot of rumors about the Demon Cult leader, but I thought that the best person in the world would ultimately be on the martial arts faction.
It was a huge illusion. At least in the eyes of Seo-ryang, Ma Gyo-ju was a mighty man, on a different level from any of the super-adepts of the martial arts sect.
'It's not a level that can be achieved simply with talent. I guess it means that there are high-level martial arts among magic arts.'
It was the right idea.
'And if you don't like it, just spit it all out.'
I have no love for myself, right? I am more confident in my resilience than anyone else in the world.
After organizing his thoughts, Xu Liang immediately picked up a book.
At that time, Ma Dong-pil spoke.
"Prince Seo. "I have something to tell you in advance."
"Uh, tell me."
"Three of the seventeen books must be returned after three days. "If you don't have time, I think it would be a good idea to read those three books first."
Seo-ryang's eyes widened.
"Three books? three days?"
"That's right."
"Then what about the others?"
"Officially, it's been 15 days, but it's all a copy, so there won't be a problem if you receive it a month later."
"What on earth are those three volumes so that they can be delivered in three days?"
It is clear that Confucius has memory problems.
Ma Dong-pil carefully selected three booklets.
Seo-ryang's eyes sparkled.
'Ohh?'
If you look at this clearly, it's not a manuscript?
"These three are our school's ten greatest magical arts."
Teenage devil.
Even in the Church of the Heavenly Demon, they were selected among the top magicians, and even if just one of them reached great heights, they were absolute masters who were said to be able to see the world.
"As you know, permission has been given to the Grand Duke, Prince Lee, and Prince Three."
"Is that so?"
"Maybe you don't remember?"
Seoryang, who was watching Ma Dong-pil for a moment, quickly raised both thumbs and pressed them to his temples.
"Anna. "Did I say that I needed special help for no reason?"
also… … .
Sadness appeared on Ma Dong-pil's face.
It is well known throughout the Demonic Church how violent the Three Princes were in the past. There was no way he knew it was Ma Dong-pil.
But when he realized that he had lost his memory, I felt human sympathy. He couldn't even imagine how frustrated he must be for not being able to remember the past.
Of course, that regret was only temporary.
'Maybe it's a good idea to start your own business.'
Madongpil shook his head. I realized that this thought itself was blasphemous.
"Anyway, it's three days, right? Well then, you can read these first. I get it."
"Oh, and… … ."
Ma Dong-pil, who was trying to continue speaking, hesitated.
Before he knew it, Xoryang was reading one of the ten magic arts, Blood and Fire Magic.
It was not an atmosphere where one could say anything. He seems to be momentarily absorbed, and the movement of his eyeballs is unusual.
Ma-dong Pil, who hesitated for a moment while kissing his lips, eventually let out a long sigh.
'There is no choice.'
I tried to explain what kind of place Gojuklim is, but again I failed. He is reading, if nothing else, one of the most advanced books that must be read in three days. It was not polite to break concentration.
He looked around.
'There is no sign of it yet and it has been installed well.'
The time when 'those' move violently comes only after 15 days.
Moreover, this was the safest area in the Gojuk Forest. In most cases, it is not a place where 'things' come to visit, and if they do show up, they are not very dangerous.
Kuuk.
Ma Dong-pil, clutching the sword at his waist, had a determined look on his face.
'Still, let's be nervous.'
He carefully left the room. It was so as not to disturb Seo-ryang.
How much time has passed like that?
"huh?"
Seoyang looked around.
"what?"
Did you feel like someone was watching?
After massaging the back of his neck for no reason, Seo-ryang fixed his gaze on the book again.
I thought these magicians were all extremely vicious, but they were more profound than I thought.
When Seoryang felt an unexpected interest, he fell in love with the blood and magic technique again.
Flash!
Beyond the window, a pair of blue eyes flashed in the thick bamboo forest.
* * *
Three days have passed.
"Have you read everything?"
"Oh, take it."
Ma Dong Pil looked around him with startled eyes.
Seo-ryang did not only read the three volumes of the Teenage Demonic Crafts. Besides that, he seemed to have read through more than ten magic books.
"This… … "Have you read everything?"
"Uh."
"… … ."
"why?"
"Oh, no."
You really read all of this?
It is doubtful whether you can read it even with simple reading.
There's no way he even just read it. A process of reading and disassembling the characteristics of each magic attack would have been necessary.
You finished all but three or four volumes in three days? Is that possible?
Seo-ryang glanced at him, who seemed dazed, and frowned.
"What are you doing? take it."
"Oh, yes!"
"And when you come, pick out some useful weapons and bring them."
"What type of weapon are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter what kind. "It doesn't matter if it's a sword, a sword, or a spear, if you think it's useful, just bring it."
"All right."
Anyway, living here requires some preparation. Ma Dong-pil hurriedly left the Gojuk Forest carrying three books.
Ma Dong-pil, who had reached the entrance of Gojuk Forest, suddenly stopped and glanced behind him.
'I'm sure everything is fine.'
Nothing much happened during that time. At least as long as you stay where you live, there won't be any problems.
Just like that, Ma Dong-pil leaves the Gojuk Forest… … .
"Keueuung!"
Seoyang lay down on the bed.
A face showing fatigue. But unlike his usual expression, he had a very serious expression.
"It's a magic trick… … "Isn't this normal?"
He was purely admiring the magic craft.
The secret technique he learned in the past was not only well known, but it was one of the most famous techniques in the martial arts world.
This is natural, because the secret martial arts itself is a martial arts created by removing the secret techniques of the old martial arts techniques. Of course, it was not stronger than their secret techniques, but its profundity and purity were the best of the time.
Magong was different.
Magong valued unconventionality over purity. The focus was on output rather than stability, attack rather than defense, and straight strength rather than flexibility.
And that had something in common with the killing method of the assassin.
"He's a teenage magician… … ."
Xu Liang slowly touched his lips.
"They were definitely great martial artists."
That in itself was a top-class martial law. Just by being exposed to various magic techniques, Seoryang's enlightenment was able to grow one level further than when he was a king of flesh.
the problem is.
"There is no need to learn it."
He lifted up the book he had been reading a moment ago.
'True magic power?'
There is one thing Ma Dong-pil misunderstood.
Seoliang did not read all but three or four volumes alone. He had already read through all the books and had been reading the book called Jinmagong, which caught his heart, over and over for half a day.
'If this is… … I think it'll be okay... … .'
Just thinking about the simple level, he is a magician who cannot keep up with a teenage magician.
But he had no intention of learning just the magic technique itself.
Seoliang, who was quietly staring at Bigeup, ruffled his hair.
"Oh, I don't know! "Let's come to our senses first."
He got up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and practiced Muae Gong.
Wooooow.
In an instant, the air in the room became clear and Seo-ryang's face became relaxed.
'Of course, Muae-gong is the best when you're in a rush… … .'
For a moment his eyes flashed.
'… … ?'
Slurp.
There was a subtle sound of footsteps that I could not detect by hearing, but felt through my instinctive senses.
He slowly relaxed his lotus position and turned his gaze to the window.
Flash!
'Something' that makes a pair of blue eyes shine.
Seo-ryang's mouth opened wide.
"W-what is it?"
Paaaaang!
The owner of the eye light jumped towards the window at incredible speed.