Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

62 – The Night before the Storm (1)

The four powers that divide the map of the Demonic Cult.

Cheonma Shinkyo(天魔神敎), Blood Bridge(血敎), Baehwagyo(拜fire敎).

And the Demonic Cult, which is made up of runaway Murims who betrayed their clan, clan, and organization.

This is the main shrine of the Sun Moon God religion.

Ten people, dressed in matching white clothes like drawing paper, were discussing plans for the future after the shape was summoned through the jinbeop.

“I got a call from Sei Namgung. As expected, Geomryong from Namgung and Seolbong from Icegung gathered in Jeseokhyeon.”

A greedy light flows in the eyes of the other elders at the words of the elder, whose face is covered with a white veil, leading the meeting. But it wasn’t because of Geomryong and Seolbong.

“… Why leave out the fact that there are kids who use the baton method? Huh? Are you going to eat alone?”

Elder Il sighed and turned his gaze toward Gujang-ro at the sarcastic remarks of Dang-o, a native of the Sichuan Tang family, and Samjang-ro, who had sharp eyes like a sharp dagger.

“I asked you not to tell others, as it may confuse the mission. Have you already spread rumors?”

At this accusation, Hyeon-ho (玄狐), who was born in Ohdokmun (五毒門), a southern man (Nanman), made a troubled expression with a face that strangely resembled a fox.

“If I had to make an excuse, it would be someone involved in esoteric Buddhism or… I gave you advice to be careful, as you may get involved with the person who bears the punishment.”

The cry of a smirking fox echoes through the conference hall.

“Hey~ I never thought I would meet a nobleman who couldn’t be cursed and who even used a lightning-fast beaming technique in a simple mission to hide his identity and help kill the slime sword dragon~ It was really hard.”

It was only then that Elder Il realized the identity of the strange heat he had felt before the meeting began.

Along with Shaolin’s Vajrapani Bongbeop (金剛伏魔棒法) and Songtae Jogonbeop (宋太祖棍法) founded by Taejo Cho Kwang-yun of the Song Dynasty, Taegubongbeop (打狗棒法), a peerless martial art called the Three Great Bongbeop of Murim. Eyes went back to

In addition, the tagubong method is one of the few rising martial arts that Ilwolsingyo, who has collected countless martial arts through hunting for late indexes and accepting fugitive Murim people, could not obtain.

Unlike other martial arts, it was not left as a book, and it was only a German martial art that the former ark delivered verbally to the successor ark.

In fact, it was a martial art that was impossible for outsiders to learn unless there was a great opportunity, and it was unreasonable to rob by force because the opponent was the ark.

Elder Il looked at the elders whose eyes, colored with greed, flashed, leaving behind Hyeon-ho, who smiled apologetically.

… However, only one late index is using the best German martial arts that such openness boasts.

In other words, it was a story in which the eyes of the elders, who went beyond the limits in pursuit of strong power, betrayed the monks and joined the Demonic Cult.

“Everyone- It has not yet been confirmed that the martial art he uses is the baton method. So, for now, please focus on your respective duties.”

The elders nodded their heads in agreement at the warning of the elder Il, who, as the substitute leader, drew a line with strength and tenderness.

To be exact, he passed.

Anyway, in order for Crown Prince Namgung to maximize the factional fight, he had to go to Jeseokhyeon and kill the Geomryong.

In that case, it was possible to confirm that Sama Man-cheon, a youngster who naturally sticks with Geomryong, is really using the baton method.

“Hmm… however… It’s Je Seok-hyun… This is the village where Miyang is staying….”

However, now that the elders’ war of nerves had calmed down for a while, an alluring beauty with a soft impression with beautiful black hair and a chest that could only be described as voluptuous suddenly muttered quietly to herself.

“Really… Is that kid lucky? Is it bad? It’s a tough relationship.”

Mayang, the seven elders of the Ilwolshinkyo, from Jeonjingyo, smiles strangely as she recalls the cute sister, Wang Miyang, who diligently searches for herself with her small body. Built

‘Whoops… What is he doing now?’

Are you sharpening the blade of revenge against me for killing Master? Or is he enjoying the wide world he encounters for the first time?

Personally, I was really~ really~ curious.

… Therefore, Mayang smiled very lightly at Iljang-ro and said, as if saying that he was going to play for a while.

“About the assassination of Namgung Soso. If that’s okay, can I go myself?”

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A garden with beautiful pink peach blossoms, just like the day a beloved older brother and her husband swore.

There, he was spending a blissful time with Mancheon.

“Whoops… Is this a good thing? A cute baby cat.”

She shyly blushes while enjoying the kind voice that tickles her ears and the soft touch that kindly caresses her chin.

“Nya, nyaa… Nyaa… Great.”

Using Mancheon’s left arm, which is wrapped around his waist so he can’t escape, as an excuse, he leans on his hard chest and flirts.

I get cuteness to my heart’s content from my older brother whom I haven’t seen in a long time.

I feel the warmth in her arms and wait for my brother’s touch. I really feel like a kitten.

“More… more… Please be nice to me, brother.”

Show off your vulgar side to the fullest without knowing any shame.

“How could I not love you. Even if you don’t say-“

A sweet whisper resounds as they are hugged tighter and tighter.

“I’ll make you cute enough to make a mess.”

Greedy tawny eyes and red eyes full of pleasure face each other.

The breaths of the two men and women are getting closer little by little.

… Unfortunately, the lips did not meet.

Kwa gua gaga-!!

Suddenly, the ground cracks open and a huge monster pops out, separating Mancheon and Flame.

“Kyao~!!”

Blue and dark abyss-like eyes, three fire-breathing heads raised high with momentum to pierce the sky.

Its appearance is indeed the beast of the dead, a three-headed evil dragon.

An entity that opposes Shaoxiant, an apostle of the god Ahura Mazda. The disciple of the evil god Angra Mainyu.

“Aži Dahāka?!”

The sudden appearance of Ajidahaka, the three-headed dragon that calls for destruction, turns Hwa-hwa’s red eyes into astonishment.

“Da, why the hell… Well, I just wanted to share affection with my older brother….”

Apparently that was the problem.

The right side of Ajidahaka’s head flashed blue eyes and swiftly snatched away ten thousand.

“aaah!”

“Oh, brother-?!”

Manchun, who became roundly and roundly cute due to Hwahwa’s baptism of snacks, was dragged away by Haka Ajida, helplessly swinging his arms around his waist.

At that shocking sight, tears of regret formed around Yeomhwa’s eyes.

“I-I… I ate too much rice… Sorry… I’m sorry, brother. I will adjust my diet from now on.”

Either way, the creature that looked like Ajidahaka rubbed its soft~ glutinous rice cake-like cheeks while looking at Mancheon with satisfaction.

“Dongle and Mancheon are so cute. It’s mine We will be together forever.”

… And as it were, they began to walk toward the endless sea that was created as the land split apart.

Passing and, sea, sea, crossing the sea.

Along with the pouring waves, the humiliation of having the man you love taken away in front of you drenches your body.

Ironically, the shocked body recovers.

… Now, it didn’t matter if it was Ajdahaka or whatever.

The flames of anger and jealousy boil and evaporate the seawater.

It burns the world of lies and raises itself up.

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“Haa… ha… It must have been a dream.”

Get up from the bed and open the window. I let out the air in the room, which was heavy with cold sweat.

I was tired for a while, so I just took a nap. I had an outrageous nightmare.

… However, there was something sinister about dismissing it as simply a dream.

Contrary to the troubled mind, a pleasant cool breeze blows. The fluttering petals fly to Hwa-hwa on the wind.

An inaudible pipa sound is heard.

It reminds me of my older brother who prepared colored paper and played the pipa while singing.

He always comes to me first and extends his hand….

It reminds me of my older brother who protected me, a monster who would set the world on fire.

Tie a symbol of Zoroastrianism hanging around your neck.

“…….”

Hwa-hwa did not hesitate any longer and had her maid prepare her bath water and her clothes to change into.

It was time to go see my brother.

In the first place, the couple is one heart. It was unreasonable to be away for such a long time.

… Also, if the nightmare you just had was not just a dream, but an oracle bestowed by Ahura Mazda, then your older brother was in danger.

Flames that never go out in Hwa-hwa’s beautiful red eyes flicker.

Then it was her turn to protect her brother this time.