episode_0043

With her hair fluttering like clouds, the Emperor Peng Yue appeared for the first time in many years.

“What the hell are you doing, Do-hwang!”

“It’s noisy.”

“!!”

The greatest of the Seven Heroes of Liaodong, Daetaedo Seon Il-ho, who shouted at the emperor, became mute as if he had eaten honey.

“Is it because the Demonic Cult has become crippled, or is it because the younger generation lives in a time of peace? They are so arrogant.”

Despite the Emperor’s gaze and insulting words, no one, including Hwagyeong Gosu Daetaedo Seon Il-ho, could open their mouths.

“During the time when I was active, groups of demonic cults were active all over the Central Plains, so they didn’t go around saying they were the righteous sect’s soldiers. Why? Because at night, the demonic cult’s assassins would attack.”

“That, that…! Wasn’t that a long time ago!”

“It was a long time ago. Yes, a very long time ago. A terrible past that should never return.”

The Emperor growled at the Seven Heroes of Liaodong.

“How can I just sit by and watch those who brought about peace shout and threaten those who brought about peace, even though they ended that era and opened an era of peace?”

“That, intimidation! What the…!”

“You are forcing others to act with your humanity and chivalry at stake, so you are worse than the demonic cult!”

“!!”

The eyes of the Seven Heroes of Yodong shook greatly.

At the same time, the people around them slowly started to back away one by one, putting more distance between themselves.

“Ji, what are you saying just now…!”

“Your level is comparable to that of the Demonic Cult!”

“What, what!!”

“Even if you try to cover it up with noble words like, “A puppy doesn’t know how scary a tiger is and attacks,” you can see all the rotten evil intentions on your face!”

Do-hwang opened his eyes wide and stretched out his hand to the side.

“After hearing that the arrhythmia had been cured, didn’t you come here hoping to marry the daughter of the Mo Yong family?”

“This, this…!”

“Even the devil’s cult wouldn’t do that!”

“How dare you!”

Somewhere, older people heard something that they couldn’t understand at all.

“You insult us like that?!”

no.

Has the Liaodong Seven Heroes gone crazy?

Is that how you act against that emperor?

That is, those who are at least over 40 years old.

Those who were too young to experience the time when the Demonic Cult was rampant do not have good memories, or those who were born after the Demonic Cult’s crisis ended.

The difference in level.

“Tsk tsk. Who is it thanks to whom that the status of Baekdo Murim has risen, but these people who are worse than insects think that their status is thanks to them and run wild.”

A sharp blade emerged from the Emperor’s hand.

“I will handle it.”

The blade was sharp enough to cut through anything at any moment, and Do-hwang swung the sword once very slowly.

“Today, I will reap your merits.”

Crunch.

Just one stab.

But the disaster spread out to the sides in an instant, and split into seven branches.

Phew!

With a crashing sound, seven young men fell to their knees.

“Ker, keruk…?”

“Don’t worry. You won’t get hurt.”

People were surprised.

The Emperor’s fatal blow clearly passed through the lower abdomen of the Seven Heroes of Liaodong, but his body was not pierced or blood gushed out.

But they fell.

In the blink of an eye, all seven of them fell to their knees.

“Ker, keruk…!”

Blood spewing out of his mouth.

“This, this…!”

“Just.”

Do-hwang waved his hand lightly, passed the fallen Seven Heroes of Liaodong, and stood in front of the main gate of the Murong family.

“I just cut the danjeon.”

“!!”

“Foolish things.”

Do-hwang shook his head and clicked his tongue at the Seven Heroes of Liaodong, who were no longer martial artists.

“While you guys were enjoying your youth, the elders, including myself, fought against the demonic cult’s assassins every day, risking our lives. In this era of peace they built with blood, you are trying to use the martial arts you learned and learned easily to threaten that hero’s family. The principles of martial arts have fallen to the ground!”

No one could refute the sigh that the Emperor let out like a lion’s roar.

Older people know.

The era that Tao Hwang speaks of was such a miserable and difficult, a terrible era that is too horrible to even think about.

It was literally a time when the ways of the martial arts world had fallen apart.

“In these times, change is needed.”

Emperor Tao stood in front of the main gate of the Murong family.

“Look here.”

“Yes, Elder Dohwang.”

Do-hwang stood in front of the warrior guarding the main gate of the Murong family and pointed inside in a respectful voice.

“He is not an expected guest, but I understand that my son is a guest of the Mo Yong family and is talking to them right now. I am sorry to come by so suddenly, but would you please go to your family head and ask if this old man can set foot in his friend’s house?”

The emperor took out a white porcelain bowl from his bosom and made a light noise.

The sight was just like a friend visiting an old friend’s house with a silk bag.

[Tell them to come in.]

“!!”

The main gate of the Murong family opened wide, along with a deep voice echoing from inside.

The owner of the voice, Geumseong, was not there.

But that voice was clearly heard by everyone in front of the main gate.

“Come on in.”

“Okay. Excuse me.”

Just before the emperor lightly tapped the gatekeeper on the shoulder and headed inside.

“They don’t have to worry.”

He glanced at the fallen Yodongchilhyeop on the floor and twisted the corners of his mouth.

“You can’t call those foolish people who don’t even know the difference in rank and rush in without thinking ‘people of the martial arts world’, because they are no longer people of the martial arts world.”

The danjeon is destroyed.

All the internal energy accumulated in the body is scattered, and the body becomes unable to generate internal energy.

In reality, he is not dead, but as a martial artist, he is considered dead.

“Oh, how…! How could this be…!”

“Shut up.”

“!!”

“On a nice day like today, I just didn’t want to see blood.”

Do-hwang clicked his tongue, running his hand through his long beard.

“How can we possibly cover up the blood of those who are worse than the demonic spirits of the Demonic Cult?”

“Ker, keruk…!”

The Seven Heroes of Liaodong.

The seven former martial artists who were no longer martial artists, ordinary people, collapsed, spitting out blood.

Emperor.

He visited the Murong family and, by striking down the Seven Heroes of Liaodong who were troubling him in front of the gate, he returned to the world.

* * *

“Hmm.”

Do-hwang and Peng-yue hummed as they headed inside the manor.

Although the warriors and retainers of the Murong family stood in front of him to show him the way, he followed his memory and walked along the corridors of the Murong family.

“It’s changed a lot since I last came here.”

The Murong warriors were startled by the Emperor’s monologue, but the Emperor waved his hands forward and continued to walk leisurely.

okay.

This is the perspective on ‘Hyun-kyung Go Soo’.

Even though those puppies called the Seven Heroes of Yodong over there don’t even know the difference in level, they are children who are intoxicated by the great heights they have achieved in a short period of time and don’t know how high the sky is.

The best master of the Seven Heroes of Liaodong, the one who reached Hwagyeong, is probably around thirty years old?

Even though the martial artists of this era were learning and advancing much faster in terms of martial arts achievements, becoming Hwagyeong at the age of thirty was a true genius among geniuses.

But then what?

You can’t find any courtesy towards seniors, and you can’t find any respect or recognition for the strong.

The Emperor showed mercy by not killing him.

30 years ago, they would have already been hanged.

“After.”

The emperor let out a deep sigh.

What is that hair?

He should have been receiving this kind of attention for a very long time, but because his hair had disappeared, he could not show the world the majesty of the Hyeon-gyeong master.

If he had continued to participate in events and show his appearance until now, many people would have felt the wall and bowed their heads while trying to gauge the realm of Taoism.

However, in the past dozen years, the experts in the field have not been able to show their power.

Although the Tao Emperor was a closed-off official, if a major incident had occurred in the martial arts world, the Tao Emperor would have stepped forward no matter what.

“You don’t even know how good it is to live in a peaceful era without crisis, and yet you try to touch the symbol of peace. You are truly swell-hearted.”

It wasn’t something that could be wrapped up in the passion of youth.

The emperor sighed and continued to walk forward-

“……!!”

The emperor’s footsteps stopped.

Although the distance was quite far, Do-hwang could clearly feel some kind of atmosphere.

Thud, thud.

Something approaching from afar.

Should I say it was a sharp sword, or should I say the wind itself coming towards me?

“Ha.”

The emperor felt it.

Because he was a master of the current situation, and even among the masters of the current situation, he had a certain degree of ‘wall’ right in front of him, so he could clearly sense it.

“Long time no see, senior.”

The emperor faced it.

The black dragon Moryongcheon.

“…I understand why you still have the title of ‘Sword’. Were you hiding it before?”

“It’s not that it was hidden, but it’s probably because the senior gained ‘enlightenment’ that it’s now visible.”

“…Me?”

“Once you let go of the lump in your heart, the world will look different, won’t it?”

“…….”

Whew.

The wind blew, and the emperor’s hair flew wildly.

And in that wind, the Emperor saw.

“Already, you’ve surpassed the realm of life and death. No…should I say you’ve reached nature itself?”

“…….”

“I see. No. You can always go up to the ‘call of heaven’, but you still have to stay.”

“If I had no regrets, I would leave Gangho, but of course I have no regrets and the reason to leave has disappeared.”

“Did I miss my chance?”

“I didn’t miss it. It’s their fault, not mine.”

Geumseong shrugged his shoulders, pointing to the sky.

“Amazing. I thought I caught up, but it was already sky from the start.”

“It’s nothing. Senior, you can reach it as much as you want.”

“Thanks for the encouragement, Geomseong.”

Do-hwang took the lottery towards Geomseong.

“So, is it because of your daughter that the Sword Master is able to stay on earth without becoming a Sword Master?”

“Of course.”

A thought crossed Do-hwang’s mind.

If my daughter had died.

At that time, will there really be someone called Geomseong left in this world?

But now that my daughter is alive, I have no reason to turn my back on the world.

“Hehehe. Right. I can see the faces of my grandchildren…”

“…….”

“Oh, that kind of thing.”

The emperor saw it.

“I guess I’m still a senior.”

The moment he mentioned his grandson and granddaughter, Geumseong’s face distorted.

“Let it out. I only have three daughters.”

“…Come inside, senior.”

The somewhat gloomy appearance of the blacksmith seemed all too human to Do-hwang.

Just like he was in the past.