Divine Demonic Path Chapter 78 : It's a Good Thing, Isn't It?

Cho Myung and Ilpyeong returned after finishing their martial arts training an hour later.

But Ilpyeong's appearance had completely changed.

"What's with that look?"

"Did you get hit?"

Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong asked with wide eyes.

And for good reason, Ilpyeong's face was bruised and had many scratches. Not only that, but his clothes were torn here and there and were soaked with dirt and grass water.

He looked similar to soone who had been beaten in the face and had rolled around in a grassy field.

"Don't even ntion it. They say a sparrow will tear its crotch trying to follow a stork, and I was exactly that."

"What on earth happened?"

"What happened? We just trained."

"You trained and you look like that?"

"Hehe, you'll know when you try it too, big brothers. You'll probably be worse off than , not less."

"Us too?"

Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong looked at each other and expressed their doubt.

"Yes. You have to go with us tomorrow, big brothers."

"Together? Why?"

"Because it's hard, but it seems it will be really helpful."

Ilpyeong smiled like a mischievous child and did not say any more.

The next morning.

After finishing breakfast and waiting for half an hour, when there was nothing special, Ilpyeong and Cho Myung took Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong and headed to the back mountain.

Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong, who were very curious about what kind of training they were going to do, followed without a word. When they climbed to the top, it was quite high, enough to see most of the land of Guiyang.

"So, what are we going to do here?"

Eom Tak asked.

Gwak Gyeong also had a face full of curiosity.

"You'll know when you see it. Myung, you show them."

"Yes."

Cho Myung stood looking down at the steep slope. And he soon kicked the ground and ran down at a fast speed. He sharply changed direction to avoid the trees and rocks that blocked his way and occasionally stretched out his fist.

But his speed was surprisingly fast.

"Is, is that possible?"

Eom Tak's mouth fell open.

Even when he sharply changed direction, his running speed hardly decreased. In addition, he was even stretching out his fist, so only admiration ca out.

"It's impossible for us. But we have to do it. If we can sohow even imitate it, it will be a really big help."

Ilpyeong said.

Gwak Gyeong, who was listening to Ilpyeong's words with his ears while watching Cho Myung, who had already disappeared down below, with his eyes, opened his mouth with a surprised face and shining eyes.

"If you run like that, your leg muscles will beco strong, and if you look around while running at a fast speed, your eyes will beco fast, and if you try to avoid it as soon as you see it with your eyes, your reflexes and reaction speed will develop."

"That's it!"

Ilpyeong agreed.

Only then did Eom Tak seem to understand and nodded his head.

When his two big brothers agreed, Ilpyeong was excited.

"This, no, this training is essential for us. If we do this training every day, the day will surely co when we beco strong."

Ilpyeeong said, completely excited.

A hot passion was burning brightly, unlike his usual lazy self.

Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong guessed the reason why Ilpyeong was like that.

It must be because he saw a way.

A way to beco stronger.

"You'll know when you try it, but it's much harder than it looks. And be careful of your head. I'll go first."

Ilpyeong, who had taken out a blackish iron club, ran down the slope.

Ilpyeong, who was running down the slope at a fast speed, drawing a zigzag.

But he could not go far and lost his balance and collapsed, and then he rolled for a long ti. And he soon got up and started running again.

If he were doing it half-heartedly, he would not have lost his balance and collapsed.

He was doing it with all his heart and soul.

Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong looked at each other.

"That brat seems to be serious."

"The big brothers can't lose."

The two who had nodded their heads soon jumped down in turn.

Eom Tak, who was holding a sword without a scabbard, and Gwak Gyeong, who was holding a normal-looking sword.

The two also could not go far and began to roll and fall.

It was what had happened because the two had also done it with all their heart and soul.

"What's going on?"

Mak Lip asked, gesturing with his chin.

He was the leader of the remaining ronin.

It was because all the previous leaders had left.

They had judged that their lives would be in danger if they stayed, given the recklessness of Yifeng Hall, which had launched a large-scale surprise attack close to a full-scale battle, and the fact that their strength had been cut in half.

"They say they're training."

Gwak No answered with a smiling face.

"What kind of training are they doing to look like that?"

"They said they ran in the mountains."

"Ran? Why do their faces look like that when they ran?"

"From top to bottom."

"What?"

"They said they ran down a steep mountain slope from top to bottom with all their might."

"......!"

Not only Mak Lip, but also all the ronin who were listening nearby showed a strong interest.

To them, Cho Myung was an object of awe.

Cho Myung's martial prowess was too strong to approach him casually. If they had gotten close without knowing from the beginning, like Ilpyeong and the others, it would have been different. Now it was not even easy to talk to him. Because the status that martial prowess occupied in the world of martial artists was absolute.

So when they heard that he was running on a mountain slope, no one laughed, and on the contrary, they beca interested.

"If you're interested, why don't you go and ask."

"Well."

"Don't be shy. That brat is like a child. A simple child. A child who just accepts good people as good. Hehehehe!"

***

Two days after the Seven Kill Chamber was annihilated.

Yifeng Hall held a funeral for the comrades who had died in the battle with the Seven Kill Chamber.

Simple and solemn.

Silent sobs.

Suppressed anger.

The goal they had shared with their fallen comrades was only one.

The peace of Guiyang, and furthermore, the land of Guizhou.

So they could not struggle in despair or sit down.

The thirteen martial artists of Yifeng Hall, including the master, the One Sword that Observes the Heavens, Yu Bicheon, discussed the future of Yifeng Hall after holding the funeral.

"We must join hands with the Guiyang rchant Alliance. After all, what Tianlian wants is the stability of Guizhou, so they will not refuse to ally with the Guiyang rchant Alliance."

"That's right, but now that we've been cut in half, I don't know if they'll treat us properly."

"We didn't create Yifeng Hall to be treated well!"

"But we can't be treated like ronin!"

"Don't look down on the ronin. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't even be in this place now."

"I'm not trying to look down on them. If Yifeng Hall is treated like ronin, the people who have died will lant in the afterlife."

Since each of them had a point and it was not a matter of right or wrong, the argunt ended there.

"It has beco difficult to even maintain the ronin."

When Zhong Liguan, who was in charge of the general affairs of Yifeng Hall, carefully brought up the matter, Yu Bicheon, who had been silent until now, turned his gaze.

"Are we out of funds?"

"Three or four months is the limit. I thought we could get sothing from the Seven Kill Chamber, but I don't know where they hid it..."

The Seven Kill Chamber had ruled the nights of the land of Guizhou for a long ti.

So a large amount of money that they had extorted should have been discovered in the residence of the Seven Kill Chamber Master. But for so reason, only a small amount of gold was discovered.

"If that's the case, we must join hands with the Guiyang rchant Alliance even more."

This ti, the person who had been against joining hands with the Guiyang rchant Alliance could not open his mouth. It was because of the words that the funds were running out.

Pride does not feed you.

You need money to fight.

It was sothing that everyone had felt while being in Yifeng Hall for a long ti.

"Let's decide on that matter after eting the people sent from Tianlian. If we need funds, we can ask Tianlian, so let's wait and see."

He thought it was better to ask Tianlian than to ask the Guiyang rchant Alliance for help.

Because the Six Orthodox Heavens who led Tianlian were, no matter what anyone said, the sky of the Orthodox Faction.

"Since we're talking about the ronin, are you going to leave young hero Ban like that? You can't get a master like that even with a thousand pieces of gold."

Everyone just looked at Yu Bicheon.

The master of Yifeng Hall was Yu Bicheon, and Cho Myung was a master who was stronger than such a Yu Bicheon.

He was a hot potato-like existence that made your mouth water, but if you swallowed it wrongly, your mouth would be burned.

The way the martial artists of Yifeng Hall looked at Cho Myung was like that.

"I'll et him."

When Yu Bicheon made a decision, no more words ca out.

***

Cho Myung, who was running down the mountain slope with all his might.

The wind hitting his face felt good.

It was fun to change direction as he wished, avoiding the trees and rocks.

The fists he stretched out from ti to ti were also natural.

Thud!

Cho Myung, who had smashed the tree that Eom Tak had hit during the morning training, kicked the ground and shot up with all his might.

The scenery he could see changed, and the blue sky was full.

The feeling of flying up to the sky.

Would the feeling of a divine dragon flying in the blue sky be like this?

Cho Myung turned his gaze to the ground, feeling the freedom that was filling his chest.

"......!"

A person was visible.

An old man standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at him.

It was none other than the master of Yifeng Hall, Yu Bicheon.

Cho Myung jumped down in front of Yu Bicheon.

Thud!

The axis of the earth shook, and the earth cried.

"......!"

Yu Bicheon stared at Cho Myung with surprised eyes.

When Yu Bicheon did not say anything, Cho Myung scratched the back of his head and smiled.

It was comfortable to smile when he was embarrassed.

"Were you training?"

"Yes."

It was the mont Cho Myung answered.

"Waaaargh!"

Ilpyeong, who was screaming a scream that was not a scream, ran down like crazy and then collapsed with a thud, rolling for a long ti. And soon, before Ilpyeong could get up, Eom Tak ran down like a rampaging bear and then hit a large tree head-on with a 'thwack!' sound.

Cho Myung had painstakingly sent the tree he had hit in the morning flying, but he had gone and crashed into another tree.

Gwak Gyeong, who was running hard to avoid such an Eom Tak, flew his body and then flew for a long ti, and then he could not land properly and rolled on the ground, and then he hit his head on a stone with a thud.

The three got up, rubbing their sore spots, and then they found Yu Bicheon and quickly ran and bowed their heads.

"Aigoo, did you co out, master!"

As always, Eom Tak opened his mouth as the representative.

"You were training together."

"Myung taught us a very good training thod for us who are lacking."

At Eom Tak's words, Yu Bicheon nodded his head. And he soon seed to think for a mont and then threw a question.

"Do you know the reason why you have to repeat a form?"

Although it was a sudden question for Eom Tak, since it was sothing that a martial artist would have thought about at least once, he brought out what he knew without difficulty.

"I believe it is to beco familiar with the routine."

"That's right. It's to beco familiar. But what is the training you are doing now to beco familiar with?"

"What?"

"To beco familiar with reflexes and reaction speed!"

While Eom Tak was flustered, Ilpyeong answered.

It was sothing he had roughly put together with what Gwak Gyeong had said yesterday.

But Yu Bicheon shook his head.

"If you do that, you'll only break your body."

"......!"

The three who were flustered.

Yu Bicheon looked over the three and then said again.

"There is a rhythm to the movents of the body. Especially in the martial arts forms that a martial artist learns, there is a unique rhythm. The rhythm is the breath, and the true aning of training a form is to beco familiar with the breath that matches that rhythm."

Was there such a aning to training a form?

The three made a face that said they did not know.

But was that all they did not know?

They could not even guess the reason why Yu Bicheon was saying that.

Yu Bicheon gave a lesson to such a three without any compensation.

"If you can find the breath that matches the movent of your body as you run down the mountain and continue to maintain that breath, it will beco much easier."

"Ah!"

"......!"

Gratitude and admiration appeared on the faces of the three.

"Thank you!"

"We will not forget your teaching!"

The three who were sincerely expressing their gratitude, clasping their hands and bowing.

Yu Bicheon nodded his head at such a three.

"Then may I borrow this friend for a mont?"

"Borrow him as much as you like! Myung! Go quickly! Go!"

When Ilpyeong shouted excitedly, Yu Bicheon smiled and looked back at Cho Myung.

"Let's walk for a mont."

"Yes."

Yu Bicheon walked slowly towards the top of the back mountain of Yifeng Hall with Cho Myung.

At that sight, Ilpyeong made a flustered face and looked back at Eom Tak and the others.

"No, we have to train more..."

"Let's stop for today."

"Big brother?"

"Look at the atmosphere. They're about to have a serious conversation."

Eom Tak looked at the disappearing figures of Yu Bicheon and Cho Myung and then turned around. Gwak Gyeong was already returning to Yifeng Hall below the mountain.

"No, the breath... he said to find it!"

Ilpyeong made a sullen face and then turned his steps.

"What is your sect?"

"My master is the Fighting Demon, Ban Nahan."

"......!"

A look of surprise appeared on the face of Yu Bicheon, who had stopped walking and was looking back at Cho Myung. But that was all, no other emotion was visible.

"I see. That's why your fist strike was so different."

Yu Bicheon walked again.

Cho Myung also walked along.

"Is there a special reason you beca a ronin?"

"No. I happened to et my big brothers, and since they are good people, I am traveling with them for a while."

"I see."

Yu Bicheon did not ask any more.

Judging by his age, he was either a novice or sothing similar, so he was not a descendant of a prestigious family, and since his personality did not seem arrogant, there seed to be no fear of him causing problems.

Yu Bicheon did not open his mouth any more until he reached the top of the mountain. And when he reached the top, he looked down at Guiyang and opened his chest.

"This is the place where I was born and raised. Not only , but everyone in Yifeng Hall was born and raised in or near here."

"......"

"We don't know about grand things like the great righteousness of the world or justice. The reason we created Yifeng Hall was to drive the villains out of the land of Guiyang. It was just that. But we were lacking in strength."

Yu Bicheon, who had said so, looked back at Cho Myung.

He was a young boy in his teens.

Although he was quite tall, his face still had a young look.

He felt a sense of self-pity asking such a boy for help. But the matter of Yifeng Hall was not his alone. The entire Yifeng Hall, and furthermore, all the people of the land of Guiyang and Guizhou were involved. So he should not mind his own feelings now.

Yu Bicheon took a deep breath. And he asked.

"Can you help?"

"Yes."

Cho Myung answered.

It was an answer that ca out right away, without any thought. So it was rather embarrassing.

"It's a matter of life and death. Please think it over carefully."

Yu Bicheon said so, thinking that Cho Myung was young and had little experience in the martial world.

"It's a good thing, isn't it? Because it's driving out bad people and protecting people."

Cho Myung said, looking blankly. As if there was no need for any other reason.

Although he had co out into the world to gain practical experience with strong people, he could not turn a blind eye to a good deed.

(End of Chapter)