Johwasim nodded.
"I understand."
Gongson Do could finally let out a sigh of relief.
Gongson Do, who had caught his breath for a mont, thought of another problem.
This was also sothing that had to be dealt with quickly.
"Senior Brother."
"Speak."
"Are you returning to Mount Hua now?"
He couldn't live because it was so suffocating. He couldn't even breathe properly because he was watching Johwasim's mood.
At this rate, he would die of suffocation before Moyong Gi was beaten to death by Johwasim. He had to send Johwasim far away first.
However, Johwasim did not et Gongson Do's expectations.
"I will be staying here for the ti being."
Gongson Do's eyes widened.
"No, why? Don't you have a lot of work to do at Mount Hua, Senior Brother?"
Baek Unseol was also in a hurry. She shot up from her seat without realizing it.
"That's right, Master. The main sect will be looking for you."
Johwasim looked at Baek Unseol. Baek Unseol flinched and quickly lowered her gaze.
'I'm dood.'
In her haste, she had done sothing she shouldn't have without realizing it. A scolding would surely co soon.
Baek Unseol bit her lip.
But unlike her expectation, Johwasim said in a calm voice.
"Unseol, co to my residence at the beginning of the hour of the rabbit from tomorrow."
"Yes?"
As if she didn't understand the aning, a look of puzzlent appeared on Baek Unseol's face as she stealthily raised her head.
Gongson Do, also curious, asked for clarification.
"Senior Brother, what do you an?"
Johwasim, still with his gaze on Baek Unseol, replied.
"Your martial arts are still the sa. Co to my residence from tomorrow. I will personally look after you."
With those words, Johwasim turned his back.
Baek Unseol looked crestfallen.
"Huh? Um..."
However, Gongson Do pulled on Baek Unseol's collar and stopped her.
After Johwasim had completely disappeared, Baek Unseol looked at Gongson Do and whimpered.
"Uncle, what do I do? Master wants to train ."
However, it was Gongson Do who also had a fire at his feet.
"Shut up, you brat. Isn't this all because of you?"
Gongson Do glared.
"Didn't I tell you to work hard from the beginning? Whenever I said let's train, you just slacked off. What kind of thunderbolt is this?"
"That's not the problem now. What do I really do?"
It was Baek Unseol, who was now on the verge of wailing.
Gongson Do sighed. However, it was also difficult to offer words of comfort rashly.
It was because Baek Unseol knew Johwasim's teachings best. So Gongson Do had no choice but to say this.
"Don't worry so much. You've already experienced it at Mount Hua, haven't you? You won't die."
He certainly wouldn't kill her. But he just wouldn't kill her.
Learning from Johwasim was pushed to the limit, to the point where the word 'arduous' was not enough. The teaching itself was murderous.
She had thought she had barely escaped by coming to the Dragon and Phoenix Inn, but it was starting again. It was terrible.
"By the way, was it Moyong Gi? I'm talking about your friend, Unseol."
At Gongson Do's unexpected words, Baek Unseol turned her gaze.
"Huh? Why Gi?"
"Tell him to be careful from now on. It would be best if he doesn't catch Senior Brother's eye as much as possible. Although he barely got away, with Senior Brother's personality, he will surely not be able to bear it if that child is in his sight."
Baek Unseol also knew Johwasim's personality well. So she readily agreed with Gongson Do's words.
"I will."
However, she also felt a little wronged.
'Does he even know that I'm going through this because of him?'
Baek Unseol sighed.
"If I had known it would be like this, I would have said I would learn from Gi then..."
She had brought disaster upon herself by being unnecessarily proud. But Baek Unseol did not know. That Moyong Gi was more than Johwasim, not less.
The next day, So Moogyeol scread so loudly that the Guardian Pavilion shook.
"Moyong Gi, you damn bastard! Why am I the only one with hornets!"
***
Tang Somun looked at his swollen arms.
It was the result of receiving Moyong Gi's sword without a weapon all morning.
What was strange was that even though they were so swollen, they weren't broken. He had hit him just enough not to break them. His hitting had reached the level of art.
But it wasn't just his arms. His whole body ached, and his face was red and blotchy. But even so, Tang Somun could not even groan as he pleased.
Tang Somun turned his gaze with a foolish face.
"Oh my. What do I do with our Yeon? I told you not to do it, why were you so stubborn..."
Moyong Gi made a fuss. Zhuge Yeon, whose whole body was swollen, glared at Moyong Gi with eyes full of tears.
"Whose fault is this! Ah! Ouch! I told you not to touch ! It hurts!"
He couldn't believe it even after seeing it.
It was the demure Zhuge Yeon. He had never even seen her frown, let alone raise her voice.
Such a Zhuge Yeon was screaming her head off.
"Ah, really! Where are you touching? Moyong Gi, do you want to die?"
"No, I have to take out the bee sting..."
"I said forget it! You go over there! I said go over there!"
Now she was just screaming at the top of her lungs.
Cheon Youngyoung, who was covered in ointnt from dog bite marks all over her body, sighed and stood up from her seat. And then she kicked Moyong Gi.
"Ouch! Hey, you punk! What are you doing?"
Cheon Youngyoung, without even pretending to listen, carefully helped Zhuge Yeon up.
"Let's go to your training room. I'll take a look."
"Th-thank you."
Zhuge Yeon, with Cheon Youngyoung's help, left the training room.
"Oh my. What do I do with this?"
Moyong Gi followed her, restless.
Tang Somun turned his gaze a little more.
"Hey, are you alive?"
Woonhyun, who was similarly covered in ointnt all over his body, poked So Moogyeol with his finger. So Moogyeol made a sound like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ugh! D-don't do it! It hurts!"
"No, I was just wondering if you were alive..."
Woonhyun continued to poke So Moogyeol.
"Ugh! Ugh! This bastard, really! Ugh! Aren't you going to fold that finger? Do you want to die?"
"No, I was just worried you might die."
Tang Somun also understood Woonhyun's heart.
So Moogyeol seed to be twice as swollen as Zhuge Yeon.
It was because So Moogyeol alone had been stung by hornets.
He had to check periodically to see if he was alive. It was for a friend.
The fact that Woonhyun seed to be grinning was just a feeling. It must be.
Tang Somun tilted his head and turned his gaze once more.
This ti, it was Myung Jin. But Myung Jin's reaction was quite different from Zhuge Yeon's and So Moogyeol's.
Myung Jin was swollen similarly to Zhuge Yeon, but he managed to sit in a cross-legged position.
'Doesn't it hurt? No, before that... can he circulate his ki in this situation?'
Even if your body hurts, if you want to live, a martial artist is one who desperately circulates their internal energy. However, that also depends on the place. It's fine in a quiet place, but it's impossible to circulate ki in a place noisier than a marketplace. You'll get ki deviation.
As Tang Somun tilted his head, Myung Jin shot up.
So Moogyeol's face contorted.
"Hey, you punk! Why are you like that again?"
Myung Jin glanced at So Moogyeol and said.
"I'm going one more ti."
It wasn't ki circulation, but ditation. He had been contemplating how to beat the swarm of bees.
It seed that he wanted to test it right away, as if he had a slight clue.
So Moogyeol was terrified.
"Hey, you crazy bastard! Where are you going? Are you determined to die?"
Woonhyun also blocked Myung Jin's path, spluttering.
"Y-yes. This is not it. This is not it. Let's just rest for today."
"Move. I'm going."
"Where do you think you're going, you crazy bastard!"
Woonhyun desperately blocked Myung Jin.
Normally, it would have been impossible, but now, perhaps due to the aftereffects of the bee stings, his movents were much duller, so Woonhyun alone was enough.
Tang Somun was completely dazed.
'What is this?'
When Woonhyun and So Moogyeol had told him to run away in the morning, he should have listened.
When he had thrown them as dog food after sealing Cheon Youngyoung and Woonhyun's internal energy, he should have noticed.
When he had thrown the hornet's nest into Zhuge Yeon, So Moogyeol, and Myung Jin's training rooms, he should have held onto his sanity.
'They said you shouldn't touch a hornet's nest... no, that's not it.'
Tang Somun quickly shook his head.
'I should have run away earlier.'
Tang Somun regretted it.
At that mont, So Moogyeol tugged on Tang Somun's clothes.
Tang Somun turned his gaze and asked for the reason.
"Why?"
"Do you have any antidote or sothing?"
Tang Somun quickly shook his head.
"No."
So Moogyeol's face contorted.
"You're from the Tang family. What kind of Tang family doesn't have an antidote?"
Tang Somun had a look of disbelief.
"Have you ever heard of a person, no, a martial artist, who died from a bee sting?"
So Moogyeol rolled his eyes. But the conclusion soon ca out.
"No."
Tang Somun nodded.
"So I don't have one."
"Wow..."
So Moogyeol let out a hollow laugh. However, he soon his face contorted again.
"Aish. You useless bastard."
Tang Somun had a dumbfounded face.
There was no reason for him to be cursed at.
Whether he did or not, So Moogyeol just said what he had to say.
"Hey. Go and get so food. I'm hungry."
At this point, he was about to get angry. Tang Somun's voice beca a little higher.
"No, why should I...?"
"Then who will go? Should I go? Or should I ask them? Yeon or Youngyoung?"
Tang Somun shook his head.
They were all no good. But there was one more person.
"Tell Moyong Gi to do it. Isn't this all because of that guy?"
This ti, So Moogyeol had a look of disbelief.
"Really? Then you go and tell him. I don't know for sure, but your legs will probably be as swollen as your arms. Then that guy might bring it for you."
Tang Somun looked back and forth between his legs and arms. However, it was not difficult to know what was more beneficial.
Tang Somun wanted to cry.
***
"Again?"
Number Eight Hundred's face contorted as he looked at Cheonho. It was now to the point where it was not just annoying, but scary.
Number Eight Hundred cursed.
"Damn it."
It had already been two months. During that period, Cheonho had co to see Number Eight Hundred every single day without missing a day.
It was useless even if he beat him to the point of death. If his movent was uncomfortable, he would crawl on the floor to find Number Eight Hundred.
It wasn't just for a day or two, so Cheonho's bottomless venom was now to the point where it was just taken for granted.
Number Eight Hundred sighed and clenched his fist.
"It's probably useless to say let's stop."
Thwack!
Number Eight Hundred threw a punch without warning.
It was the Thousand Thunder Fist, which was said to have thunder roar every ti a fist was thrown when mastered.
Although Number Eight Hundred had not yet reached that level, there were signs of considerable training. Each and every fist was filled with power.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Number Eight Hundred's fists, which aid for three or four vital points in an instant, were like an awl.
Cheonho, not daring to be careless, dodged Number Eight Hundred's fists with cautious eyes.
Of course, it wasn't that he was afraid of Number Eight Hundred's fists.
He wouldn't die from being hit a few tis, and if he could subdue the opponent by taking advantage of the gap even if he was hit a few tis, that would be more beneficial.
The problem was Number Eight Hundred's true ki, which penetrated every ti he allowed a punch from Number Eight Hundred.
'It's tingling.'
One or two blows were fine, but if he kept allowing them, his movent would beco uncomfortable.
It was to the point where he suspected that it contained the ki of thunder, as its na, the Thousand Thunder Fist, suggested.
Thwack! Thwack!
Moreover, Number Eight Hundred was also tough. He didn't even flinch no matter how much he was hit.
If a slugfest broke out, Cheonho could not possibly endure it.
Although Cheonho and Number Eight Hundred were similar in toughness, if Number Eight Hundred's tingling true ki penetrated, his movents would slow down, so as ti passed, he would have no choice but to allow more punches.
That's why he could charge in so fearlessly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
However, there was not a single trace of anxiety in Cheonho's eyes.
He had already sufficiently grasped Number Eight Hundred's Thousand Thunder Fist over the past two months. He had also already found a way to break it.
It was just that it had taken more ti because he was trying to find out more about the Thousand Thunder Fist.
Thwack! Thwack!
However, he was now tired of that too. Fortunately, after today, he had no more business with Number Eight Hundred. It was ti to see the end.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
However, rashly charging into the opponent's space was a suicidal act.
He shouldn't enter the opponent's space, but rather draw the opponent into his own space. So Cheonho waited patiently.
Thwack! Thwack!
No matter how complicated a martial art was, the number of moves was limited, and for the Thousand Thunder Fist, which had a relatively small number of moves, the mont Cheonho was waiting for would co sooner.
The mont Number Eight Hundred's two fists were about to naturally transition from the White Crane Spreads its Wings to the Plucking the Pipa.
'Now!'
Cheonho's two eyes flashed with light.
(End of Chapter)
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