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morning.

The top floor of a nine-story building, located a little away from the Moryong family.

“……Finally, that day has come.”

The old Taoist with a long white beard like a god, the leader of the martial arts world and the head of the Kunlun sect, [Taesang Jinjun], sighed deeply as he looked at the morning sun.

“The day Mo Yong-so became an adult. It was exactly twenty years since she was born into this world.”

Looking down from the pavilion.

“…The day when death finally begins to come to those who are suffering from the nine-syllable pulse.”

The area in front of Mo Yong-se’s house was crowded with people since morning.

“Everyone is wearing masks on their faces.”

“Master. How can you call it a mask?”

Behind Taesang Jingun, an elegant black-haired woman stood next to her teacher and asked.

“Jinhyeon (震玄). My disciple.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Can you ask everyone to smile and celebrate your death on the day you die?”

“…….”

The woman, Jin-Hyeon, shook her head without saying a word.

“Yeah. It’s not easy. That must be the same for Mo Yong So-jeo. The sky must know that too. The sky is so clear and clear that there are hardly any clouds, let alone dark clouds.”

“Are you sad?”

“It’s a shame. Death is always a shame. How about you?”

“Is that a sigh as the head of the Kunlun School, or as the leader of the martial arts world?”

“…….”

In response to his disciple Jinhyeon’s question, Taesang Jingun quietly closed his eyes.

“It’s really difficult. The worldly skills I learned while mediating the conflicts between the people of the government and the senior Taoist priests have now reached a point where they encompass the entire martial arts world.”

“The direct line of the Mo Yong family is dying. Many people in the collateral line will seek the position of head of the family.”

“That must be so. That’s why you can laugh like that, even if it’s fake. The person in question at least asked you to laugh instead of crying.”

Taesang Jinjun, the leader of the martial arts world, placed one hand on his chest.

“I also have to wear that kind of mask in front of them. I have to hide my sadness, smile, and celebrate death. That’s politics, and the position of a leader.”

“…….”

“So, disciple. At this moment, not as the leader of the Kunlun Sect or the leader of the martial arts world, but as a person mourning the death of a life, and at the same time as a father who has already lost his daughter, I would like to express my condolences to Geomseong and his daughter.”

Taesang Nojun put his hands together as if praying.

“Please forget all the pain in the afterlife.”

Tears flowed down Taesang Laojun’s eyes.

“I hope you live a long life in the next life. …Ha. A great star in the martial arts world is fading away without being able to bloom.”

Today is the day that Mo Yongseol dies.

“…The daughter of the best man in the world who defeated Cheonma without shedding a single drop of blood.”

“If we talk in martial arts terms, isn’t it fortunate that you died?”

“That’s true.”

Taesang No-jun, the leader of the martial arts world, slowly opened his eyes.

“If she were alive, there would be a bloody fight where all kinds of men would kill each other to get that flower.”

* * *

There is a world’s fastest way to kill someone.

It is suicide, but if you are afraid of killing yourself, there is a way to get killed faster than anyone else.

Saying strange things about his daughter in front of the blacksmith.

-Oh my, I won’t be able to live long because of my bad breath. What should I do?

That story is fine.

Whatever his true intentions, Geomseong Mo Yongcheon is a person of integrity and a paragon of Baekdo martial arts.

-Please give me your daughter.

The story is dangerous.

-Anyway, before I die, I want to give Lady Mo Yong an unforgettable night…

Crunch.

One of the later incumbents of the Jeomchangpa was thus beheaded and murdered.

Because of this, I thought that an all-out war would break out between the Jeomchang faction and the Moyong faction, but fortunately, it ended well due to the deviation of an individual Jeomchang faction disciple.

Since we’re going to die anyway, let’s do OO through the recruitment theory.

It is common sense in the martial arts world that if you say something like that in front of Murong Cheon, you will be killed.

I did it.

Since I was going to die anyway, I spent the night with Mo Yongseol.

Even though it was not what I wanted but what Murong Xue himself wanted, I agreed to Murong Xue’s offer.

I was thinking of dying.

After Murong Xue’s birthday passed and Murong Xue died, I was already dead.

-You just left Mo Yongseol to die. The cause of death was a nine-syllable pulse. I can’t forgive you.

By the mad devil.

If I wanted to survive, I had to insult and assassinate Murong Xue, and then shock Murong Qian mentally by saying, “The assassin of the Demonic Cult killed Murong Xue.”

But that wasn’t the case.

Whether I succeed or fail, if I was going to die anyway, I thought I should at least ‘make a fuss’ about the demonic cult that kidnapped me and put me in solitude.

– Keep taking this medicine, disciple. It will suppress your activities of solitude and your blind loyalty to the Demonic Cult.

I had the help of my teacher.

Master, Ma Yi has taken root in the Murong family and developed a drug to suppress my brainwashing.

He is now dead.

The devil’s men came all the way to Moryong Se and killed his master.

There is nowhere to run.

If you go to Haedong over there, you’ll die.

In that case, let’s just die to the Black Sword.

Didn’t the Black Death’s swordsman say that it was so fast and accurate that even the dead wouldn’t know they were being cut?

So, I was prepared to die for the swordsman.

And as a man, he decided to have an affair with Murong Seol on the last day of his life, with the thought of holding the woman he had in his heart at least once.

If it becomes known, I’ll die.

If I wake up, I’ll be dead.

After being dragged to a place where Mo Yong-seol cannot see, he will be killed on the spot.

Or maybe he was killed right after Murong Xue died.

I thought about that most horrible morning.

But the horror I thought was minor.

“Rep. Seok Mu-wol.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Representative Seok Mu-wol.

My name is Congressman, and the title I am called by is Congressman.

And the person I called Gaju is, of course, the head of the Murong family, Geomseong Murongcheon.

“How is your daughter’s condition?”

He is talking behind me.

I’m sitting on a chair and he’s standing quietly behind me and asking me a question.

In a place where they can kill me at any time.

But that’s not the case because the place I’m sitting is ‘right next to Mo Yongseol’s bed.’

“Ahh…ahem, father.”

Because the woman whose wrist I am holding and feeling her pulse right now is his daughter, Murong Xue.

“I survived thanks to you, Congressman. Why are you pressuring me like that?”

“You’re urging me. Seol-ah. That’s not it.”

The world’s greatest swordsman is at a loss as to what to do with his daughter’s words.

I’ve been here for three years now, so I can clearly see how confused the Black Sword is right now.

Because you’re not killing me.

“My lord, as you may already know, your body temperature has already risen above normal.”

“Keep talking.”

“Your heart rate is getting faster, your face is getting brighter, and your hands are getting warmer.”

“Isn’t that because…you’re holding hands with the congressman?”

Mo Yongseol laughs bashfully.

That smile made my heart beat faster, but my heart soon stopped beating and barely started beating again due to the momentum I felt behind me.

This is no joke.

Right now, the blackness is spreading its life in a subtle way that only I can feel.

“In my opinion, no matter how I look at it, it seems like the yin qi has been released. Originally, the theory is that the yin qi is excessively pressing on the blood vessels.”

“So, to put it simply.”

chin.

“Because you took my daughter’s virginity, did that mean my daughter’s bloodline was normalized?”

The swordsman’s right hand came up to my shoulder.

“In the end, yes.”

“…Maui Baekmyeon, it’s a shame your teacher isn’t here right now.”

Kwaaak.

“If she were alive, I could have asked her to examine me.”

sick.

Really.

“Yeah. He slept with my daughter.”

On the outside, it looks like he’s just putting his hand up, but it feels like his internal energy is sprouting out of his fingertips like thorns and digging into his shoulder.

“Even from midnight to dawn.”

It probably wasn’t intentional.

“Just the two of us, to Jeonra.”

If it was intentional, my shoulder would have already been crushed.

“Oh, no, Father.”

Mo Yongseol pushed Geomseong’s hand aside.

“Seo, Seol-ah?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Ahem, okay. I didn’t answer….”

“That’s the place where I got hurt yesterday when I was bitten by a stray dog.”

“…….”

Could it be that this woman is trying to kill me?

Now that I’ve been cured and am no longer useful, isn’t it possible that he’s trying to kill me with his own hands?

“The doctor’s ‘treatment’ was painful at first…but then my body started to feel feverish…haha.”

At least, judging by the way he smiles brightly and holds my hands tightly, I don’t think that’s his intention.

“Thanks to you, I’ve never woken up in the morning and vomited blood.”

“…….”

“So, father. Assemblyman Seok…is the savior of my life.”

Mo Yongseol pulls my hand.

“So please don’t be so angry. I know why you’re angry, but I asked you to do it.”

“Seol-ah.”

“If you’re going to report to the authorities, report me.”

Mo Yong-seol put both hands together and held them out to Geom-seong as if telling him to tie the rope.

“I was the one who committed the crime against Representative Seok.”

“Seol-ah!”

“Shall I be more direct? Even though he said no, he forced Assemblyman Seok onto the bed, and then he raped him-”

“Mo Yong So-jeo.”

I took Mo Yongseol’s hand.

“Why do you want to become a criminal?”

“Representative. But.”

“A man and a woman fell in love with each other and their eyes met, so this was not an act that someone forced upon them.”

That’s actually the case.

If I had resisted to the end, Mo Yongseol would have quietly returned to his room.

“If I was wrong, it would be that I didn’t tell you first.”

“Congressman….”

Honestly, I didn’t plan on doing this, but my shoulder hurt like hell.

“I believe that it will not improve in an instant. As a member of the National Assembly and as a man, I hope that the young lady continues to live.”

“Then, continued examination will be necessary.”

Kwaaak.

“Will you continue to examine me?”

Mo Yongseol holds my hand tightly.

“Are you continuing to ‘treat’ me?”

Never let it go.

“Of course, my lady. I will stay by your side until the day I die.”

I don’t know what kind of expression he’s making behind his back.

I don’t even want to know.

“…Member.”

Geomseong stood next to me with a voice that seemed to be holding back something.

“Thank you. Sincerely.”

“?!”

Geomseong bowed to me and expressed his gratitude.

“I thought this was my daughter’s last day, but I’m so happy to see her smile brightly for the first time in her life.”

“That….”

The words are subtle.

As if it’s not completely cured yet.

“Of course. I’ll have to watch it as you say.”

“Father.”

“Seol-ah. I don’t want to think like that either. But… isn’t it a nine-syllable syllable?”

I understand what Black Star is thinking.

“It’s an incurable disease. Even if you feel better for a while, you might vomit blood and collapse again.”

As a father, he would naturally want to think that the illness has been cured for the time being, but the martial arts knowledge of the ‘high-level martial artist’ – that is, the common sense of a martial artist – is now causing anxiety.

Reflection of light.

Could this vitality be the last yang energy of life?

I wonder if the old syllables gave in for the last day or so for the sake of the theory of mobilization.

Because I also had those worries, I couldn’t just say anything carelessly.

“Let’s wait and see. For now…the banquet will go ahead as planned. A celebration for your birthday.”

Geomseong turned his eyes out the window.

“Coming of Age Ceremony on a day full of yang energy-”

Bam.

“…Since you’ve already had your own coming-of-age ceremony, even if it’s not officially known, privately I’ll be celebrating the day you were born.”

Geomseong is smiling while clenching his teeth.

“Daughter. Is there something you want? I will send someone right away, or rather, go out and get it for you myself.”

“Okay.”

Mo Yongseol smiled brightly and shook his head without any ill intention.

“For my coming-of-age ceremony and birthday present… I want you to buy me a hairpin.”

“…….”

Hairpin.

In the past, when a woman wore a hairpin in her hair, it was like expressing her status with an accessory.

married.

A symbol of being someone’s woman.

“…….”

Gulp.

Did I bite my tongue or did I bite my lips too hard?

“Okay…okay.”

A drop of blood flowed from the mouth of the swordsman who turned around.