A few days passed.
The treatnt of the ronin improved.
Although he had heard that Yifeng Hall's financial situation was not good, the als had changed. Until now, they had been served simple things like dumplings, but for the past few days, warm soup was served in the morning, and a few bottles of alcohol were also served in the evening.
The ronin knew that it was all thanks to Cho Myung.
So they could not get any closer to Cho Myung.
Because he was an existence that exerted enough influence to change the treatnt from Yifeng Hall.
As soon as breakfast was over, Ilpyeong approached the temporary leader of the ronin group, Mak Lip, and asked.
"Is it okay today too?"
"Just don't go too far."
"Yes."
Ilpyeong, who had answered and turned around.
Mak Lip's gaze went from the back of Ilpyeong's head to Eom Tak, Gwak Gyeong, and Cho Myung in the front.
They were gathered to go training again today.
"The less blood you shed, the more sweat you shed."
Gwak No laughed from the side.
Since it was the right thing to say, Mak Lip just nodded his head.
But at this ti, Ilpyeong, who was returning, turned around and said in a rather loud voice.
"Do you want to go together?"
"......!"
Not only Mak Lip, but also the other ronin who were nearby stopped what they were doing and stared at Ilpyeong.
"If you're interested, let's train together."
Ilpyeong looked around at the other ronin.
But no one stepped forward readily.
"It's not that I have any other intention, but if I beco strong, you'll have less trouble, and if you beco strong, I'll be that much safer."
It ant that if they all beca strong, they would be safe to that extent. Even though it was a word that ant they would be helpful to each other, the ronin just looked at each other and hesitated.
"There's sothing the master taught directly, so if you don't want to learn, just leave it."
Ilpyeong turned around.
"Did the One Sword that Observes the Heavens, Master Yu, teach you directly?"
Mak Lip hurriedly asked.
"If you're curious, follow , if not, don't."
Ilpyeong waved his hand and went to Eom Tak and the others who were waiting.
The top of the back mountain of Yifeng Hall.
Most of the twenty or so ronin had gathered.
Only Gwak No did not follow, saying that soone had to stay behind.
"So, the master said that the important thing here is the breath. If you can find and maintain the breath, your movents can change. Well, that's what he said. I still don't know even after trying for a few days, but if anyone realizes it, let's share it. Do you all understand?"
Ilpyeong chattered at length.
The ronin looked at each other and murmured.
What breath to find, and how to maintain it.
They were all a lump of doubt.
"You'll find out sothing if you do it with your body. But how are we supposed to run down?"
A hairy ronin asked, looking down at the steeply sloping mountain.
The other ronin also looked.
Ilpyeong turned his gaze to Cho Myung.
"There will be a demonstration from the prepared master. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Good. Show them! Go!"
When Ilpyeong shouted, Cho Myung ran down the mountain.
Quickly, freely changing direction, and occasionally stretching out his fist. Whenever he did, a tree or a rock would burst.
The ronin who were looking down from above all opened their mouths wide, without exception.
"We can't do that. It's possible because that brat is a genius. But the goal is that. If we aim for that appearance, we will surely gain sothing. Now! I'll go next, so let's see you at the bottom!"
Ilpyeong jumped down.
He ran down the mountain slope like Cho Myung, turning in a zigzag.
He could not even dare to swing the iron club in his hand.
The speed was also very different.
If Cho Myung was a nimble squirrel, Ilpyeong was a slowly walking turtle.
In addition, he had tried to change direction and had almost lost his balance and fallen once or twice, and he had not even gone down half the mountain slope and had eventually collapsed forward and rolled a few tis.
"Puhahaha! Even a three-year-old would be better than that brat!"
Soone among the ronin held his belly and laughed.
"Are you laughing at ?"
Eom Tak asked with an angry face.
"I'm not laughing at you, I'm just laughing. Look. How can you not laugh when you see that. How weak must his legs be to look like that? Will he even be able to do his night work properly with that?"
Ilpyeong, who had gotten up and started running again, was collapsing again.
They laughed again, watching the scene.
Although he said no, it was clearly a sneer.
Eom Tak was even more angry, but he endured it.
"You try it. Let's see how well you do."
"I was going to show you anyway. I don't know about other things, but no one can follow in terms of leg strength."
The man who had been laughing at Ilpyeong stepped forward.
And after taking a deep breath, he ran down.
Confidently!
Rashly!
It is said that too much is as bad as too little.
Excess is rather not good.
The man who had been laughing at Ilpyeong was that case.
He had rashly run and tried to change direction sharply, and had lost his balance and collapsed. The problem was that his speed was excessively fast because he had run rashly with confidence.
The man rolled rashly at that speed.
He bounced for a long ti like a rolling stone and then hit sothing and bounced up.
And while the ronin who were watching from above were saying 'huh? huh?', he plunged to the ground and rolled down for a long ti.
"Did you all see? If you look down on it, you'll end up like that. You have to do it at a moderate speed without being greedy until you find the knack."
Eom Tak, who had looked around at the ronin and said so, nodded his head at Gwak Gyeong.
Then Gwak Gyeong started to run down.
And soon, after a few breaths, Eom Tak followed.
The two were not much different from Ilpyeong's appearance.
On the contrary, they were a little slower. Ilpyeong's legs were usually more nimble and faster.
When the people who could be called the organizers of this training had all gone down like this, the ronin looked down and were lost in thought about what to do.
No one stepped forward readily because they had seen them roll and fall to the point where they were worried that they might get seriously injured if they stepped forward confidently.
It was at this ti that a person who had been moving silently appeared.
It was the temporary leader, Mak Lip.
He had wanted to try this training thod from the mont he had heard of it.
Because it seed it would be very helpful to ronin like them, and when he ca and heard the teaching of the master of Yifeng Hall, he beca confident.
"This is also a lightness skill! It will be a great help in battle!"
Mak Lip said so and then ran down the mountain slope.
At Mak Lip's words, the other ronin also hurriedly followed.
As a result, there were people who jumped down at the sa ti, and they could not go down far and collided with each other and got tangled up, rolling down in a disgraceful manner.
There were countless people who had lost their balance and collapsed because they were too greedy or had not grasped the knack and had run rashly.
There were also people who ran too slowly because they had seen the people who had collapsed before them.
Anyway, if soone had seen it from a distance, it was a scene that would have made them mistake it for a group of crazy people being punished.
There was no separate defeated army.
The appearance of the ronin group gathered at the bottom of the mountain now was the appearance of a defeated army.
There were several who had their heads broken and were bleeding, and there were also several who were limping.
"I told you to do it slowly until you get the knack since it's the first ti."
Eom Tak made a pitiful face.
"It's not as easy as it sounds."
Mak Lip was worried as the temporary leader.
What should he do if a mission ca up at this rate?
But at this ti, Cho Myung approached.
"There are injured people, so I'll go and dig up so herbs."
"Herbs?"
"Yes. I know an herb that works well for injuries."
"Ah, then please do."
"Yes."
As soon as he answered, Cho Myung flew his body.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
It was the sound of Cho Myung disappearing in an instant. At that sight, the ronin just made a surprised face.
Cho Myung, who had disappeared like that, returned in an hour. In his hand, there were quite a lot of herbs that the ronin did not know well.
"Oh-ho! Did you know that mixing Lingering Vine Grass, Purple Leaf Grass, and Black Orchid is effective for such open wounds and dug them up?"
Gwak No was slowly coming up.
He recognized the herbs in Cho Myung's hand at a glance.
"Yes. I saw it in a dical book."
"With your outstanding martial arts skills, you also read dical books, how amazing."
"But I don't know how to mix this. The dical book only said to mix them together."
"I'll do it for you, so wait for a mont."
Gwak No approached the people with injured legs, told them to lie down on the spot, and then examined the condition of their legs and pressed their vital points.
"All three of you have not injured your bones, but you have to rest for two or three days. If you overdo it, you might end up limping forever."
At Gwak No's words, the three just nodded their heads with a stiff face.
Next, Gwak No, who had approached Cho Myung, took the herbs and sat down on the spot.
"Bring a flat stone and a stone the size of a fist."
As soon as Gwak No's words fell, Cho Myung moved like the wind and brought a large, flat stone and a stone the size of Gwak No's fist.
"How quick. Hehehe!"
Gwak No placed an appropriate amount of each herb on the flat stone.
"The mixing ratio is three, three, and two. After mixing like this, just gather them together and pound them."
Gwak No, who had pounded for a long ti until the juice ca out, took them and went to the people with broken heads, applied them to their wounds, and then tore their clothes and tied them.
"Just rest for today. Then you can do it again from tomorrow."
"Thank you. We are indebted to Gwak No again."
"I'm glad I can be of help even when I'm old. Hehehehe!"
Gwak No let out his characteristic laugh and looked around at the ronin. And he shook his head and said to Mak Lip.
"Have you ever seen a baby walk before it can crawl?"
"......!"
"Your head is not a decoration, you should have thought before you did it. Tsk, tsk."
"Was the thod wrong?"
The mont Mak Lip asked, Ilpyeong and the others showed a flinching reaction. Because if the thod was wrong, they would receive resentnt.
"The thod is not wrong. It's just that it's still too early for you to do it."
"Then what should we do?"
"You have to start with the easy things."
"How?"
"Start with the flat ground."
"Ah!"
In the end, it was not much different from saying that the thod was wrong.
The mont Mak Lip exclaid, so of the ronin glared at Ilpyeong, and at that, Ilpyeong looked away at the distant mountain and pretended not to notice.
"Of course, the people who could do it should continue to do it. Because that will be more helpful."
It was a word that Gwak No had added.
At that, Ilpyeong turned his head and glared at the people who had been glaring at him.
"The master said to find the breath, how should we do that?"
Ilpyeong asked.
"You should find a familiar breath."
"A familiar breath?"
"If you're not going to fly in the sky with one breath and exert a monstrous strength that makes the mountains and rivers tremble, find a natural breath. If you do that, what more is needed?"
At Gwak No's answer, everyone made a blank face.
They had thought that so great breath was needed, but it was just a natural and familiar breath.
Everyone could not hide their sense of futility.
At that sight, Gwak No said again.
"Don't look at it easily. If your breath gets tangled, your movents will also get tangled, and your speed will drop. Avoiding the opponent's attack first, occupying the opponent's blind spot first, and attacking the vital points first. That's what you have to do naturally during a battle. Isn't that right?"
The last question was directed at Cho Myung.
Everyone's gaze naturally focused on Cho Myung.
"I don't know well. My master never taught about breathing."
"He never taught you about breathing?"
"No."
"Didn't he even teach you how to breathe while running down the mountain?"
"No. He just told to run in the mountains. He didn't tell to run from top to bottom. I thought of that thod myself."
"You thought of it yourself?"
"Yes."
At Cho Myung's answer, not only Gwak No, but also everyone else could not hide their surprise.
'This brat, is he a martial arts genius?'
***
A few days later.
About twenty people arrived at Yifeng Hall.
They were a middle-aged old man who walked with his back straight, although his build was not large, and twenty-one young martial artists.
The young martial artists, who were all wearing the sa gorgeous white clothes, especially attracted people's attention.
Since they all had a tall build and regular features, it was easy to see that they were of an unusual status.
The Divine Martial Stage sent from Tianlian.
It was them.
"I am Mu Yanchou of Nanzhigong."
"I am Yu Bicheon, who leads Yifeng Hall."
"I have heard so much about the fa of the great hero Yu, the One Sword that Observes the Heavens, who is fighting alone in the land of Guiyang, that my ears are ringing. You are truly great."
"You flatter . If I were alone, it would be a na that would have disappeared long ago. It is thanks to the masters of this hall who have fought, throwing away their lives like grass."
"I see. But are these all the people here?"
"That's right."
"I heard sothing on the way here, was that true?"
"It seems my judgnt was clouded by greed."
Yu Bicheon said as if it were all his fault.
Then one of the martial artists of Yifeng Hall shouted.
"No. It was a choice we all made for the sake of the land of Guiyang. And no one has the right to judge the right or wrong of that matter. If there is, it is only the lonely souls of Yifeng Hall who have died first!"
"That's right!"
"Master, please do not bla yourself!"
The martial artists of Yifeng Hall shouted with wide eyes.
It was a protest that they would not listen to anyone's questioning of what they had done. It was a declaration that no one had the right to question them.
Mu Yanchou of Nanzhigong's brow furrowed.
He was displeased.
Since their strength had been cut in half, how could he be pleased?
But in this situation, he could not make a fuss.
"Your spirit is great! Let's drive out the demonic path together with this spirit!"
"We must do so."
Yu Bicheon, who had realized that Mu Yanchou's reaction was inevitable, had no choice but to respond by clasping his hands and bowing.
And so, Mu Yanchou and the Divine Martial Stage sent from Tianlian joined them.
The Divine Martial Stage.
The young beasts who were among the hundred or so geniuses selected from all over the world.
About twenty mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, who had learned the martial arts of the heavens for three years, had entered the land of Guiyang.
(End of Chapter)
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