Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 220

Consultation for the body and body (8)

Wow!

A tree branch flew away without a sound and became lodged in the iron plate.

Slurp. Tuk.

Although it was stuck in the iron plate, its depth was only an inch from the tip of the branch. As the wind blew, the tree branches that were swaying back and forth eventually could not hold on and fell to the ground.

“Hmm…”

There was a hint of regret in Mukbi’s eyes.

‘I guess there’s still a long way to go.’

She looked down at the tree branches lying on the table.

Surprisingly, all of the tree branches were in the same shape as they had just been broken, not cut. There were no arrowheads or feathers, and they were not even straight, making them unusable as substitutes for arrows.

Mukbi shot that tree branch and nailed it to the iron plate. It was truly a fearsome archery technique.

“That’s amazing, Manager.”

Okcheong stuck out her tongue.

“The tension of the bow is enormous. Isn’t it difficult to control it so it doesn’t break?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Mukbi just smiled as if it was no big deal.

Okcheong picked up a tree branch with a curious look on her face.

“How can I do this… Huh?!”

Crispy!

The tree branch broke.

A look of bewilderment appeared on Okcheong’s face.

“Isn’t this what you’re feeling inside? Was it a rotten tree branch?”

“huh.”

“Oops!”

It wasn’t enough to hang a tree branch that would crumble with just the slightest force on a bow that even a first-class person would have difficulty pulling and shoot it, and instead, pin it to an iron plate. And exactly to the desired target.

Okcheong felt a sense of wonder.

“How complex was your internal attack operation in that one moment? Even in our shaman faction, it would be difficult to find someone who can control internal energy so delicately.”

Mukbi shook his head.

“You just don’t know, it’s probably more than you think. “I’m still just a kid.”

“…If the manager is a brat, then what becomes of me?”

“It’s not even at the level of a baby. So, practice hard.”

“yep.”

Even though he speaks comfortably, he has his own strict discipline.

It wasn’t a very long time, but while training the Mortal Soldiers, Mukbi also gained a sense of dignity as a superior.

Moreover, he works harder every day than anyone else in the military. The soldiers suddenly regarded Mukbi, who was quiet and kind, as their superior.

Of course, Mukbi was not yet aware of his changes. Because there was something as important to her as the training of the Mortal Army.

‘You have to become stronger.’

Mukbi picked up the wooden tablet that had fallen on the floor. It was a well-polished flagpole with a sharp arrowhead.

She was at hand at Hongryeon Palace.

Crackling.

As the arms were pulled, the protests grew rapidly.

‘At least as much as the senior practitioner or more.’

Piyuuuung!

The wooden gun shot high into the sky disappeared from sight in an instant.

The sight was gone, but the feeling that remained in the hand that pulled the string was clear.

That feeling was telling me. There’s still a long way to go.

Mukbi smiled bitterly.

‘Father said he would have the day off tomorrow. ‘I’ll have to seek guidance again tomorrow.’

Although it was a short period of time, she learned a lot from Yeonwi.

Yeonwi was not a caring teacher. It was more about criticism than praise, and there wasn’t much detailed explanation. Rather than explaining the principles of martial arts and teaching them, he encouraged others to think about it and learn it themselves.

However, he never omitted necessary explanations and pointed out any mistakes without hesitation.

Although he wasn’t very kind, he was a great teacher. Mukbi also had excellent senses, so his development speed was incredibly fast.

However, at this level, although you can hear the sound of 100 years of knowledge, you cannot hear the sound of 100 years of knowledge. On the other hand, although everyone is making noises about Yeonhojeong, they say that it is a monster that appears once in a hundred years or not.

This was the reason why silence could not be satisfied here. For her, who believes that she must become at least as strong as Yeon Ho-jeong, her current state is just a process.

But she didn’t know. There are aspects of it that are noticeably more advanced than martial arts.

‘Why do I have to become strong? It doesn’t matter why. What’s important is that I want to become stronger.’

It is a more mature mindset.

What goal do you want to achieve in your lifetime? Not yet. I don’t know if something like that will happen even if ten or twenty years pass.

However, if there is something I want right now, I just move forward without looking for a reason.

While her martial arts skills improved while training with Yeonwi, she achieved spiritual growth while leading the Mortal Soldiers. Now she has reached a point where she can ask herself questions and find answers on her own.

“What about the kids? “Are you resting well?”

“Maybe? “Even if it’s just a day off, I’ll probably be training at my residence.”

“okay?”

“yes. “Because the manager is so enthusiastic.”

Mukbi narrowed his eyes.

“Now that I think about it, what are you doing here?”

Okcheong scratched his head.

“I came because I wanted to ask the manager something, but now it’s done.”

“ask?”

“yes.”

“What?”

“That…”

Okcheong cleared his throat.

“I’ve felt like martial arts is stagnating recently. “I feel like I’m becoming more proficient in sword science every day, but I feel like my body can’t keep up.”

“…?”

“I came here because I was wondering if I would find an answer if I competed with someone who was my polar opposite… but after seeing the manager’s martial arts skills, I changed my mind.”

Mukbi smiled.

“I’m fine. “Anytime you want to compete.”

“Oh, I’m fine too. “I don’t think I need to.”

“why?”

“I don’t think you can get an answer by fighting a tiger, even if it’s the same wolf. There has to be a moderate difference, so what is this….”

“Wouldn’t you know that if you don’t fight?”

Okcheong smiled warmly.

“Usually it is. But I get it now. “There are things you can know without having to fight.”

Mukbi’s eyes shone.

‘Okcheong has grown too.’

After concentrating for a moment, Okcheong’s prayer became even more real. The outpouring of prayer was so gentle and natural that I had not noticed it until now.

That is the martial arts of the Shaman faction.

It is a prayer that approaches and envelops you like fog or clouds. The shaman’s martial arts, which pursue the ultimate in naturalness, was finally opening the way for Okcheong as well.

“Then let’s go first.”

“Okay, if anything happens, let me know anytime.”

“yes.”

Okcheong left Pagungak, whimpering.

Mukbi put down the Hongryeon Palace and looked up at the sky.

The day was sunny, but the clouds moved quite quickly. The weather has already become chilly.

“…Is work going well?”

* * *

The next morning.

‘Not yet.’

After taking a bath and changing into neat clothes, Yeon Ho-jeong was sitting on the steps of the manor yard.

‘If you don’t hurry, you’ll end up in trouble, you old man.’

Yeon Ho-jeong was waiting for a call from Mo Yong-gun.

The move to reorganize the Mukryongbu’s organizational chart is, so to speak, a bid to buy time. That may be enough to make a strong impression, but in order to properly close this deal, you need a transaction item that can show actual results.

And the person who said he would prepare it was Prince Moyong.

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was quietly looking up at the sky, closed his eyes.

‘There’s nothing I can do if I’m late. ‘I have no choice but to use my wits.’

In any case, Prince Moyong’s cooperation was close to empty money. If he hadn’t come, I would have had to reach the depths of the Inkryongbu on my own.

Of course, Yeon Ho-jeong was confident. I am confident that I will be able to gain Yangcheon’s trust.

‘It may take some time, though.’

At that time, I heard Tang Sang-ah’s voice from next to me.

“It’s chilly, why are you out?”

“It’s chilly? “It’s just cool at this level.”

“is it so?”

“huh.”

Dang Sang-ah, who hesitated for a moment, sat down next to Yeon Ho-jeong.

Yeon Ho-jeong looked at her with puzzled eyes.

“why? “Do you have anything to say?”

“Rather than saying something…”

“What is it?”

Dang Sang-ah quenched his appetite.

“That was an act, right?”

“what?”

“Well… yesterday.”

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was tilting his head, suddenly remembered something and smiled.

“Did you kill that monkey baby?”

“That too. “It’s the same with living.”

“why? Did it look like a demon head of the world?”

“If it was more than that, it would have been more, not less.”

It must have been quite shocking to see him say this.

Yeon Ho-jeong turned his head.

“Did you say it was a flower garden? It seemed like there would be frequent conflicts in many ways. “If it is not a conflict that can be avoided, it is better to press the flag early on.”

“is that so?”

“okay.”

Tang Sang-ah’s eyes wavered.

“But you killed someone, right?”

Yeon Ho-jeong tilted his head.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“…?!”

“The Ink Dragon Club is the enemy. A painter is a painter, but the person I killed yesterday truly wanted to live. “And twice.”

“But that said…”

“There was room for it to cause trouble. Those types of people are especially likely to commit acts out of excessive loyalty even without orders from their lord. “If we had left it, it would have caused quite a bit of trouble for us.”

“It’s just a possibility.”

Yeon Ho-jeong said clearly.

“If we determine that even the slightest possibility could be a problem for us, we will get rid of it.”

“….”

“This is a black island. “Mukryongbu is enemy territory, and the moment things go even a little wrong, we could all die.”

“…!”

“I’m sorry if you expect a humane response from me, who has to worry about not only the mission but also the safety of the entire group, but please go back now.”

Tang Sang-ah’s eyes deepened.

“Because I’ve done my part?”

“Did you hear?”

“yes.”

“that’s right. “You have done your part well.”

“….”

“I hope you don’t misunderstand. That doesn’t mean you’re useless. “It would be much easier if an expert like you helped me.”

Dang Sang-ah, who was quietly looking at Yeon Ho-jeong, sighed deeply.

“I didn’t know you were such an extreme person.”

“I don’t mean to offend, but I also didn’t expect you guys to be this soft.”

“So soft?”

“Have you already forgotten? The opponents are Heukdo and Yangcheon.”

“…!!”

“Just because things are going easily doesn’t mean you’ve let go of the tension, right?”

Tang Sang-ah swallowed her saliva without realizing it.

Yes. The opponent is not one sect, but the entire Black Island. Even the person who reigned at the top of the dark island was a member of the Holy Heavenly Thirteenth Place.

This is an opponent that cannot be said to be easy even with empty words.

“Are you saying that even in the face of such an opponent, we should handle matters while maintaining agreement and morality? Even if there was a way to do that, I wouldn’t choose it. “I don’t want to influence things in a way that I’m not sure about.”

Especially.

‘Especially now that there is a high possibility that the Inkryongbu has joined hands with the Three Churches.’

I’m crying.

Yeon Ho-jeong struggled to suppress his rising anger.

‘I need solid information. ‘Maybe Yangcheon has nothing to do with them.’

Of course, that possibility is close to zero.

However, Yeon Ho-jeong did not jump to conclusions. I wanted more transparent and reliable physical evidence.

I had to be careful. I had to be sure.

I had to do it for myself and no one else.

‘There is plenty of time. Let’s not get too excited and mess things up.’

In fact, for Yeon Ho-jeong, who returned to the past, the Myeong family were more killers than the Samgyo. The Three Schools did not target just one Yeonga, but the Myeongga destroyed the Yeonga, which had no support, for personal gain.

However, when it comes to the scale of the disaster, the three schools are overwhelming. From the beginning, they tried to erase the realm of martial arts itself.

That might be why. What makes me more nervous and more excited.

Just managing one’s own emotions wasn’t usually difficult.

“sorry.”

“hmm?”

Tang Sang-ah sighed.

“I didn’t mean to criticize Commander Yeon. “I’m just… a little shocked.”

If you think about it, he also shot and killed dark informants whose faces he had never seen, by rote. They didn’t even show their life like a dead Wongak.

‘I’m relaxed.’

When you move with Yeon Ho-jeong, he handles most of the work.

So I forgot about it. The tension and sense of purpose at the beginning of the operation.

Even though he was distraught over the death of his allies during the Tangma Murderous Joint Forces Operation.

‘We are in the middle of enemy territory.’

I got goosebumps again.

Missions take many forms. Some missions involve advancing solely to annihilate the enemy, while others, like the current one, involve deceiving the enemy and stealing information.

In other words, even though we may be laughing and chatting on the outside, we are in a situation where we have to sharpen our knives on the inside.

‘The war was in full swing.’

Tang Sang-ah lowered her head.

“I acted too much like a brat, didn’t I?”

Yeon Ho-jeong sighed inwardly.

If you think about it, it makes sense. After this mission is over, it is probably appropriate to personally apologize to Dang Sang-ah.

‘It’s truly eventful.’

He opened his mouth.

“Let’s relax a little more.”

“yes.”

It was then.

“You’re here!”

From the wall in the distance, a full moon came running like the wind.

“A letter has arrived.”

Yeon Ho-jeong suddenly stood up.

Yeon Ho-jeong, who quickly received the letter from Moon Man-sang, blinked at once.

“…Now, let’s go meet Yangcheon.”