The Return Of The Crazy Demon sky MTL - chapter 58
Ch 58
attitude of doing nothing
The day after I killed the Great Raccoon.
I started the daily life of the Black Cat Ark with diligence and diligence. The good thing about the ark is that you don’t have to do anything on days you don’t want to do anything.
I was not going to harass the subordinates today, not intimidate them, and I would not give any orders. I showered as soon as I woke up and didn’t do anything after eating.
Wearing the black ginseng from the ark, he headed to the hospital with an attitude of not actively doing anything. The subordinates who had finished eating in the morning were practicing while receiving Sogunpyeong’s sharp glances.
I ignored the greetings of Sogunpyeong and also the greetings of other subordinates.
I just leaned back and silently watched the subordinates practice.
It was a sunny day.
Every time the wind blew, unknown petals flew.
For a moment, I looked up at a few trees planted on the outskirts of the inner garden. It was a pretty tree with flowers in a mixture of white and pink.
I don’t know the name.
I know quite a lot of names like Mugong and Basic Form, but I always forget the names of flowers and trees. was never chanted. In severe cases, even the flower I saw today would have forgotten its name when I looked back at it a few days later.
The same is true for the flower trees planted in Heukmyobang’s inner garden.
I was just looking at it because it was pretty.
As the subordinates kept looking at me under the flower tree, So Gunpyeong said.
“Concentrate.”
“Yes.”
I concentrated and looked up at the flower tree.
There were a lot of petals on the floor as well.
I walked around avoiding the petals for a while.
The subordinates started practicing again, and I moved back and forth as I met the petals that fluttered whenever the wind blew.
Who planted such a pretty flower in my garden?
I don’t know who he was, but he must have been a genius.
From the time the subordinates started to sweat, I crossed my legs at the place where the petals fell the most and closed my eyes.
Started the fortune-telling.
It wasn’t too long, but I was getting stronger, and my subordinates got stronger as I continued my oegong training.
I drew the energy of heaven and opened the way with the deep method, circulated the body, and then piled it up one by one in the danjeon.
A few petals fluttered and fell on my crown.
When Sogunpyeong shouted out a few times, there was depth in the screams of the subordinates.
Life is a pain all over again.
how much time has passed
I immediately stopped and opened my eyes as soon as I felt that Ungi Breakfast was boring.
At the same time, the subordinates were also resting on the floor. Time seems to have passed.
I got up and pulled out the black cat.
When I suddenly drew my sword, the eyes of the subordinates widened.
I grabbed the black cat and walked around in the fluttering petals. The petals fell without any rules, so I sometimes stabbed them between the petals with a knife.
It was a vain and meaningless knife.
but it’s ok
Either way, it doesn’t mean much at first.
In front of the subordinates, I swung my sword and blended with the petals. When So Gunpyeong resumed training after a while, I continued to swing my sword.
Poke the petals and between the petals too.
While chasing the petals, he also picked them up on the back of his sword. Then, I cut the petals that fell exceptionally lonely by myself.
The petals laughed at me and moved away.
Life is a series of failures.
So I swung my sword while repeating cutting petals, brushing petals, hitting petals, and placing petals on the blade.
When the wind blew once, causing a gust of wind at the bottom of the falling petals, the petals fluttered in the form of scattering.
I pulled the scattered petals back to the blade.
The method is simple.
While holding the black cat, the absorption technique was very weakly injected. The blade with a slightly stronger suction than the wind became the leader of the petals and advanced.
After a while, the voice of So Gunpyeong, who judged that the concentration of the subordinates was too disturbed, was heard.
“Pause, rest.”
Now I sat down with the subordinates of Sogunpyeongdo and watched me.
I mixed the absorption method with the projection method, and then I forgot the projection method and also forgot the absorption method.
It just moved happily and cheerfully with the fluttering petals.
When I thought that I had become accustomed to the weight, movement, and wind of the petals to some extent, I started cutting the falling petals while instilling the spirit of wood into the blade.
The pink petals are all over the place.
The white petals are also one-way.
The characters were engraved in the flower pattern that was held up in the air by swaying it with a sword.
一, 二, 三.
It was easy up to this point, but I gave up on the fourth.
Again, human and heart succeeded, but heaven gave up because it was difficult.
My projections haven’t reached the sky yet.
I swung my sword as far as I could.
Then the stabbing was repeated.
He stabbed the petals with the tip of the black cat’s sword, but each time the petals escaped alive.
‘It is so difficult to pierce the petals.’
The petals were extremely light, so it was difficult to win.
And this kind of stabbing did not go well with the Tao (刀).
After unsuccessful stabbing dozens of times, I put the black cat back into its sheath. So Gunpyeong, who was watching, called me.
“Ark, take it.”
When I turned around, So Gunpyeong threw a sword at me.
As soon as I grabbed the sword So Gunpyeong threw, I pulled it out. It was an ordinary long sword that felt much lighter than the rather heavy black cat.
As I swung my sword, I concentrated and started stabbing the petals.
He used a wood system, used a salt system, and then switched to the cockfighting spirit. When three attempts in a row failed, I moved lightly without injecting any energy at all.
moving like petals.
swayed like the wind
I moved in the mood to play with the petals.
Looking at me, he tilted his head, stabbed the center of the falling petals with his sword, and at the same time stopped all movements and breathing in an instant.
A single petal was attached to the tip of the sword with a hole in it.
When I suddenly looked down at the subordinates with the sword down, all these guys were smiling with their mouths shut.
I laughed too.
A person who has failed is bound to smile when he succeeds.
I looked at the flower tree that flew its petals with pain for me.
“What kind of flower tree is this?”
It seemed like it was a silly question, and he answered with one voice here and there.
“It’s a plum tree.”
“Oh, did you?”
I gave it a simple name so as not to forget the moment I stabbed the plum tree and petals.
“Then let’s call it the plum blossom sword method.”
He asked as if he was curious about Sogun’s opinion.
“Have you completed a new swordsmanship here?”
I answered while looking around the subordinates and subordinates.
“No, it’s just the beginning. It just blends in with the petals and then goes on to say that this is how it feels. Where is the perfection in Mugong. If you swing it repeatedly every day, it gradually increases. You too, practice when a lot of petals fall off. Try this instead. I prefer a sword when practicing.”
Sogunpyeong, who writes yaraedo, asked.
“Is it difficult to turn?”
“It’s okay if you don’t stab. But, the focus of the process we just unfolded in the overall flow was stabbing. Still, in the process, it doesn’t matter whether you wield a sword or a sword. The more important thing is that you wield it every day.”
I asked with hunger.
“I’m hungry right now, is it dinner time?”
“Yes, it’s lunch already.”
“Let’s eat rice.”
So Gunpyeong looked around and said to me.
“The meal must have already been prepared inside. Please eat first.”
As I was about to enter the main hall, I was startled and stopped. It seems that Hongshin, who was sitting on the podium, was still watching.
“Sister Hong.”
“Yes, metabolic.”
“Spying on my self-defense is a thief…”
Years, I couldn’t even say the word.
Hongshin replied.
“The plum sword technique, isn’t it too weak for a sword technique?”
“Would you call it the Raptor Law?”
“The plum blossoms will last longer.”
“Let’s eat rice.”
Hongshin replied while looking at the falling petals.
“I’ll look around here a little more. Do it first.”
I entered the Daecheong while looking at Hongshin, who was about to jump out of the petals flying around.
The meal has already been prepared.
However, Geumhae, who had stayed for a day like a free loader with Hongshin, was waiting for me in front of the Jinsu Sacrament.
“I was so busy watching my meal that I couldn’t even peek at my self-proclaimed martial arts….”
The word piglet was about to come out, but I went into the road. When I saw the pig priest who was just looking at the rice, the word pig did not come out.
Geumhae nodded her head.
“Have a meal. Big hyung. Today is full of brand new side dishes.”
The man who sat down in the black cat room to eat, that is forbidden.
Anyway, I didn’t bother the subordinate today, and I thought I’d leave the priests alone, so I sat down and started eating.
Geumhae asked me while I was eating.
“Sister Hong doesn’t seem to eat, do you?”
I replied with a puzzled look.
“Were you the death penalty?”
Geumhae nodded as if it was natural.
“Yes.”
“But why did you get slapped?”
“I thought about that too. Is this really a common situation? No. It can’t happen in a prestigious faction. Sister-in-law are to be slapped with death? They should be excommunicated. But aren’t we also not a prestigious faction? It’s a black sword in its own right. Is it true that the brother-in-law will be sentenced to death in Black Island…? Do you dare? You will soon be devastated. It is not without the thought that I was robbed of my skills by the great brother-in-law. The brother-in-law Hong’s skills are also quite deep. This is an easy problem no.”
I fell asleep while eating.
If I had only concentrated on eating, I would not have fallen asleep, but listening to Geumhae’s words made me fall asleep. Geumhae’s voice was faintly heard.
“Metabolic?”
“Uh, huh?”
“You must have been tired.”
“Oh, yes. Let’s eat.”
While eating, Geumhae’s words suddenly came to mind, so I asked:
“So, in summary, you mean that you like Hongshin?”
Geumhae responded with a puzzled expression.
“Did you dream?”
“no?”
“I can’t believe it. Who would a fat bastard like me beat?”
“What kind of bullshit?”
“Do you know the heart of a fat person?”
“You should have been fat, you know.”
“Then don’t talk.”
After a while, I suddenly looked at Geumhae.
“Oh, you’re eating really well.”
Geumhae fried rice grass with chopsticks at a faster speed.
“The great hyung also took away my strength, but I have to eat a lot of rice. The only thing left is to eat.”
“The fat man’s invincible logic is like a sword. It means he’ll eat it anyway.”
“Invincible logic? It hasn’t even started. A family called the top of Geumsan, money that never runs dry, the youngest son there. Money is money, Mugong is Mugong. If I lose weight, men in the world can’t afford it. Everything. If you have it, you will get envy and jealousy. You have to do it in moderation.”
“He was the youngest son of a chaebol family.”
“Yes.”
“Somehow, it seemed like the youngest. So I got slapped.”
Less than a day after I made up my mind to do nothing, I was looking for a priest.
After I finished eating, I went back to the podium of the hospital. Geumhae put down her chopsticks and followed me after three days of thinking to lose weight.
I folded my arms while observing what was going on at the hospital for a moment.
Geumhae, who came out late, looked at the people with a bewildered expression.
“Why are the subordinates so fucking stupid?”
The subordinates who returned from eating were all swinging knives and plucking petals off during their break.
Among them, there was Sogunpyeong and Hongshin… … .
So Gunpyeong was sitting cross-legged with a serious expression in the world where the petals fell the most.
Hongshin was swinging a sword with a flower in his head.
Geumhae vomited a long sigh.
“I went around in a group.”
I sat down on the podium and looked at the subordinates going crazy with a serious expression on my face.
“Okay. You’re doing well.”
Geumhae said as she sat down next to me.
“It’s the Gwangmyobang.”
I hummed the song cheerfully while looking at the subordinates and the three sisters, who looked perfect.
“I felt the scent of plum blossoms in the swaying flowers.”
Geumhae, who has nothing to do, listened from the side, then nodded her head a few times and applauded to the beat.
The subordinates, dancing swords in the petals.
I sing a song.
The fat priest cheered with applause.
It was fun.