The Return Of The Crazy Demon sky MTL - chapter 88
Ch 88
black horse, color horse, light horse
Mongrang, a former member of Light’s left, said as he entered the house in a secluded place.
“Master, I’m here.”
It was too large for a house where a man lives alone, but the yard, the bench, and the area around the small well were all neatly arranged.
Mong-rang was not a talker, but he was prepared to be reprimanded. After a while, a middle-aged man appeared, and Mongrang knelt down.
The middle-aged man said while looking at Mongrang.
“What’s that at night. You’re not even dressed properly.”
“It’s hard to go home like this, so I came late at night. Give me a pair of clothes.”
A middle-aged man came out to the yard and said.
“Change your clothes and go out.”
“Yes.”
A middle-aged man sitting on a bench waited for his disciple while sharpening the wooden sword he was touching as a hobby. After a while, Mongrang, who had changed into a black uniform, sat down on the bench and sighed.
the middle-aged man asked.
“What’s going on? It looks like a fight. It smells like shit.”
Mongrang sighed continuously with a confused expression and said.
“Master, didn’t you say that there would be no rivals in my age?”
The middle-aged man replied with a smirk.
“How can that be my opinion. You must have thought so.”
“It is.”
“But the enemy has appeared. It’s not surprising that the strength is wide. Which age are you?”
“It just sounds like a country boy.”
The middle-aged man put down his wooden sword and countered.
“Isn’t it Sega?”
“Yes.”
“What are your skills?”
Mongrang recalled Bimu and replied back.
“I couldn’t figure it all out.”
The middle-aged man countered while looking at the blade of the wooden sword.
“Are you aware of your identity?”
“I don’t know. Would you like to meet again? If we meet again sooner or later, I will have to do my best.”
“If you use the ice ball in the white paper, troublesome things happen, Arthur.”
“That’s why I’m telling you. He’s a guy you can’t fight without using an ice ball.”
“Are you Samjae’s disciple? If it’s a country boy.”
“It is possible.”
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment.
“Induce them to a quiet place and compete. Don’t expose the ice and balls in crowded places. If that doesn’t work, lure them this way. I won’t look into it.”
“Okay.”
“And.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Isn’t it so strange to have one enemy? If you already have arrogance in your heart, it will be more difficult to catch up with the advanced players. Always be on your guard. Go home and rest.”
“Master, can’t we become independent from Mongolia soon?”
“Think of it as a training of the mind and take a good look at the people of Monga. It is as important as Mugong to examine the minds of various groups.”
“Okay. How are you?”
“I’m recovering step by step, so don’t worry. Unless the headmaster shows up in person, there’s nothing I can do if the teachers of the church find me.”
After Mongrang descended from the platform, he bowed down.
“I’m leaving.”
The middle-aged man glanced at the disciple and asked a question.
“Is the guy you mentioned earlier, the one to kill? Or is it a useful one?”
Montlang replied.
“I don’t know. Once we get back together, we’ll set the discipline properly.”
“And. What is this strange, unpleasant odor?”
“I fell for his laxative.”
Mongrang suddenly noticed that the lips of the master had been twitching after a long time, and made a shaky expression on his face.
The middle-aged man wiped away his laughter and then said to Mong Rang.
“Your opponents are not only magicians but also masters of the world when you fall victim to the schemes of the villagers. Mugong must have told countless stories of cases where a strong man has been reversed.
“Yes.”
Only after the disciple disappeared did the master smirk as he moved his shoulders little by little.
“You idiot. Being given a laxative. Ttt tt t t t t t t t t t t t ts.”
The middle-aged man sharpened his wooden sword again with a solemn expression.
I stayed in Baek Eungji’s dormitory and restored the secret dance.
It was unpleasant to fight in equal proportions because of diarrhea on the left. Things in the world don’t always go the way you expect them to. Both of them competed with some hidden power, but if there was a left-handed master that I didn’t know, it wouldn’t be incomprehensible.
Anyway, the person who is presumed to be the master of the left is the Dokgo Sword Ma (獨孤劍魔), who fought with the guru and broke away from the magic school. I know the story of Dokgo Swordsman because he is the man who tried to kill the headmaster before me.
What kind of person is this man?
He is a figure of the mage who was invited to join the Moorim League. Although he was definitely from a mage, there was no one around him who opposed the lord’s invitation to join because he had not committed any murder or committed any evil deeds.
Of course, there was no possibility of joining the Moorim League in the first place because he was a person who lived his life according to his own will.
Thanks to Maengju, I had occasional exchanges with the people of Baekdo, and the words of Dokgo Swordma at that time are very famous.
When asked why he had an argument with the headmaster, the Dokgo Swordsman said,
The answer was that they were just competing to see who was the more true mage.
I thought it was a strange combination that I couldn’t understand because he was a fairly decent man for a color horse’s master.
If we look at the chronological order, the news about the Dokgo Sword Horse becomes rare, and the color horse appears, so it must be said that something happened along the way.
A high school with no power to be called a master of magic.
To ignore the lack of power, he is a man with a strong personal force.
His personality is too gentle to look down on him as a magician.
There was a rumor that it was hard to see that he was a kind and gentle person, and that he brutally killed the priests by blocking them from escaping the magic.
In the beginning, it was not easy to get the nickname of swordsman in magic.
In any case, it means giant.
I devised various things, but couldn’t come up with a sharp number, so I went to sleep with only the big direction decided.
Whether it’s a leftist or a swordsman… … .
If you can’t reap it with Haomen, I’m going to kill you.
end of worry.
Of course, then I could be killed by the swordsman.
But I am not the man who gives up his intentions because he is afraid of death.
In my dream, I was invited to the Moorim League.
At a banquet full of masters of Maengju and Moorimmaeng, I had a dream of secretly taking laxatives. It was a dream in which he was laughing and running around in full swing, but was caught by Maeng-ju and locked in a thunderbolt.
Why do my dreams always have unfortunate endings?
I was imprisoned in a cerebral prison, and Maengju came to visit and gave me a meal. After eating it, I had an upset stomach and continued to have diarrhea, but when I opened my eyes, the sun had already risen.
“Is the theme of your dream causality?”
After washing my face roughly, I headed back to the noodle restaurant that failed yesterday.
After ordering another bowl of noodles, while waiting, a waitress changed into clean clothes and appeared.
I naturally grabbed my nose.
“…to make the rice taste worse. You bastard.”
The left-hander sat across from me and crossed his arms and said,
“You’re eating. It might be your last meal, so eat a lot.”
As soon as Jeomsoy put the noodles down on the table, he asked the left.
“Prince Mong, what can I give you?”
The left responded.
“I’m done.”
“Yes.”
Jeom So-yi noticed the life flowing between the two of us and walked away with her eyes wide open.
I put the flash dagger I took out of my arms and put it on the table, and then I ate the noodles.
the left one asked me
“There’s something strange, so let me ask you one thing.”
I sucked the noodles while making a gurgling sound and then stared at the left side.
“If it wasn’t a laxative, but a poison, I think I would have died. What the hell is the purpose?”
I acted like yesterday.
“I can’t tell you that.”
I asked what the leftist was worried about.
“Have you ever stolen a woman from me? If that’s the case, I can understand your actions.”
“Do the shit.”
“Looks right. Otherwise, there’s no way you’d hold a grudge against me. Send that broken arm to see what I’ve been up to. Right?”
I was annoyed, so I answered roughly.
“Let’s get it right.”
Even after eating the noodles, the left commander did not make a surprise attack. I asked the left.
“I learned ice balls, but I didn’t use them properly. If there is a quiet place, please guide me. I’ll make you realize the difference in skill that I couldn’t show you yesterday.”
“Go.”
The two of us left without a word and entered a quiet and quiet little village.
The left man pointed to a house with a high wall.
“Don’t get me wrong, listen. This is the house where the master lives. I don’t know if you will understand, but he’s not the one to intervene in the fights of the juniors anyway.
I looked to the left.
But even if this is a ruse, I can’t help it. The question is because it is difficult to bear.
“Guide me.”
There really is a swordsman, and if he intervenes in a fight, he has no choice but to jump. However, I thought that if it was a real swordsman, he would not intervene in the fight as the leftist said.
When I entered the house with the left… … .
A middle-aged man he had never seen before was sitting on a bench and sharpening his wooden sword with a dagger.
the left said
“Master, can I have a shower here?”
The middle-aged man glanced at me and said to the left.
“Do whatever you feel comfortable with.”
I don’t know the sword’s face. The face of the middle-aged man sitting on the bench was difficult to guess his age, but he had the impression that he had a little bit of gray hair and he looked very smart. He was a man with a complex impression that seemed to be easygoing but also strict.
As if making a wooden sword was an important task, I didn’t pay much attention to it either. In a way, he was a human being himself.
As I let out a brief sigh without saying goodbye, the middle-aged man said to me.
“I won’t blame you even if you kill me, so fight to your heart’s content.”
As soon as I heard these words, I was convinced that the master of the left was a dokgo swordsman.
I thought the Dokgo Gumma was looking down on me too low, so I gently warmed the atmosphere.
“This sun chick can’t be my opponent, so I’ll try with my senior.”
The swordsman lowered his wooden sword with a puzzled expression.
“with me?”
The left spokesperson said in a cold tone.
“Are you crazy?”
I backed up and responded to the left-handed man’s words.
“Shut up you asshole.”
The swordsman then looked at me intently. It seemed to be looking at prayers, so I hid them as much as possible.
The swordsman said while narrowing his brow.
“Where the hell is the monk? There are probably few sects in the world that I don’t know.”
“I can’t tell you.”
In a calm tone, the swordsman spoke frankly enough to make me feel frightened.
“If you work hard, you will be able to compete with me, but it’s impossible right now. I’m also recovering from an injury, so it’s not right to compete.
The left-hander said in a bewildered tone.
“Master?”
The swordsman said to the left.
“This guy is a fearless contemplative. There will be frequent competitions in the future, so there is no need to be impatient. Go and get me some tea. In the meantime, I’ll try to guess the young uninvited question.”
The left-hander was trying to retort, but he listened to the master.
“Okay.”
As I sat down on the bench, the swordsman smiled while stroking his rough beard.
“I’m embarrassed.”
It must be frustrating.
What kind of expert in the world could answer my question?
However, I also realized that I was a rare madman by combining the atmosphere, eyes, way of thinking, and tone of a swordsman. It was even more surprising that the mood of the madman contained Taoist colors.
The swordsman said while scratching his forehead in front of me.
“You’re not going to reveal the inquisition, are you?”
“exactly.”
“I will.”
What the hell is this guy looking at me? I felt the same way. Because he met the man who survived the battle with the teacher.
In fact, I do not treat people as my origins, but I judge them by overall perfection, so the swordsman was an impressive man.
He spoke in a gentle tone, as if a swordsman had stabbed me.
“He must have put laxative or similar poison on your teacup.”
“Why do you think so?”
The swordsman said while pointing his finger inward.
“It’s time to get the car out.”
“It makes sense. But when the tea comes out, the teacup will be clean.”
Even though the swordsman knew, he dared to ask me.
“why.”
“Because they overheard us and changed the teacup now.”
The swordsman nodded his head.
“right.”
After a while, the left-hander, who suddenly had to run an errand for tea, said as he set the tea table down on the bench.
“There is no laxative, so please enjoy it. Master.”
The left-hander pointed a finger at me.
“Drink comfortably, too.”
I nodded in response.
“Come on. You suffered a lot yesterday and today.”
The three of us drank one cup of tea each. It was an ordinary tea to drink on a no-nonsense day.
I looked at the two of them and glanced over the seemingly peaceful house.
Then, anew, looking at the faces of those sitting on the bench… … .
We were sword horses (劍魔), color horses (色魔), and light horses (狂魔).