Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 15

Episode 15. Human and External Demon Sutra Ancient Bamboo Forest (5)

“…This is all I know about Ancient Bamboo Forest.”

“Tsk tsk, that’s right.”

“That’s right.”

“huh? What are you doing? Eat hemp seeds too. “It’s nice to have so many legs.”

“I am okay. Confucius, please eat a lot.”

“Why don’t you do one anyway? I’m very full after eating just one leg. The meat is soft and has no unpleasant odor. “It’s a delicacy. It’s a delicacy.”

Ma Dong-pil’s face was extremely stiff.

The sight of Seoryang chewing meat with his hands and mouth covered in oil was quite shocking.

For the past few years, he has been managing the bamboo forest by going back and forth between the old bamboo forest. To him, prostitutes were objects to watch out for and kill, but they were never food.

‘I can’t believe you’re thinking of boiling it and eating it.’

Isn’t that also a bird of prey trying to kill me?

Seoryang looked extremely happy as he chewed and swallowed the delicately torn flesh. Well, it’s understandable since you haven’t eaten properly for the past few days, but…

‘Woof!’

I still had scratches on my back from the prostitute’s claws while running away after shaking off a few precious fish. As I thought about that, the smell of boiled rice wafting up was just disgusting.

Xu Liang frowned.

“What is that expression? “Are you disgusted?”

“Oh no!”

“Have you not eaten like this?”

Rather, I would like to ask here. How could you even think of boiling and eating that ugly creature?

“We didn’t really…”

“Well, when we go back after the mission, we’ll cook a lot of delicious food and eat it, so there’s no need to cook it ourselves.”

“That’s right.”

“Tsk tsk, but it’s perfect for body health, so let’s give it a try. “I’m not stupid either.”

Ma Dong-pil screamed inside.

Are you stupid? There are many dishes that will nourish your body even if you are not a precious person! No, regardless of that, there’s no way a noble person can be a guardian, right?!

He could barely swallow the words that were rushing out of his throat. Thoughts must be left as thoughts. The moment these blasphemous thoughts come out of your mouth, it will be difficult to forgive yourself.

But it wasn’t just because of the taste that made Seo-ryang treat them like fools.

“I heard that bamboo became spiritual bamboo because of concentrated spiritual energy? “It’s a medicine so great that it can be used as the main ingredient for an elixir?”

“That’s right.”

“Then wouldn’t these guys be similar?”

“…?”

“Look at this guy’s body. It seems like it’s a long way from common sense. Why did it change like this? “I think it’s because of the concentrated spiritual energy like the bamboo here.”

“…?!”

“Wouldn’t that mean that these guys’ bodies are also full of spiritual energy? Who knows that eating it will be effective in improving internal energy? Even if that’s not the case, it might give you some energy.”

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes shook violently.

‘I’ve never thought about it that way?’

But after hearing it, doesn’t it sound plausible?

“I have one more question.”

“….”

“Mr. Ma?”

“yes? Ah yes! Sir Confucius. “Please ask.”

“Why is this chicken head named Whore?”

Ma Dong-pil scratched his head. It didn’t suit him, who seemed like a blunt soldier.

“My seniors call me that, so I’m also good at it…”

“Really? Well, I guess that’s the case.”

Seo-ryang wiped his hands on his clothes. Ma Dong-pil’s complexion darkened for an instant when he saw the front hair shining with soggy grease.

I have to wash those clothes.

He was already covered in blood, so it looked like he was going through a hard time, but there was oil in it. He seriously considered whether to ask Hwanheewon for new clothes.

‘Confucius’ room needs to be repaired, and the shelter in the forest needs to be rebuilt. Just in case a prostitute appears again, it’s a good idea to sprinkle some vinegar, which they don’t like…’

Ma Dong-pil, who was sighing due to various concerns, was surprised to learn that Seo-ryang had disappeared.

“Oh… no, Confucius?!”

At that time, I heard a sound from the yard.

“Stay there. “Because I came out to drink water.”

“Oh yeah.”

Ma Dong-pil, who was squatting down, suddenly saw a cauldron.

‘….’

The amount is a lot.

‘Is it to improve internal strength?’

Ma Dong-pil wrinkled his nose at the incredibly tempting possibility.

Why? Unlike before, the strong scent of boiled rice did not seem that unpleasant.

After hesitating for a moment, he ripped off the breast meat. Since it was so big, even when I sliced it thinly, it was as long as a noodle strand.

Ma Dong-pil put the flesh in his mouth and chewed it.

‘hmm?’

Is it better than you think?

I thought it would be soft, but it was surprising. It’s not greasy, but it’s chewy and light, so don’t you think you can just eat it?

Ma Dong-pil tore into the breast meat a few more times and ate it. For some reason, the more I eat, the more it sticks to my tongue.

‘If you just throw away your prejudices, it tastes quite like cooking…’

Ma Dong-pil, who was tearing off a long piece of meat again, flinched when he felt a ray of dark shadow.

He turned his head.

Before I knew it, Seo-ryang had entered the kitchen and was laughing.

“How does it taste?”

Ma Dong-pil answered awkwardly.

“…It’s excellent.”

“I told you to eat like that, so you’re a bastard.”

“I apologize.”

“Let’s stop apologizing and start thinking about it in earnest. “Tear off a leg.”

“I’m okay now….”

“Take it off, man.”

“yes.”

So the two of them squatted down in the kitchen and ate a huge piece of boiled pork as if they were hiding their eyes.

Even Lee Cheon-sang of the world would never have imagined that his disciple would live in the bamboo forest, eating treasures.

“Ugh, my stomach is going to explode.”

“Slurp.”

“Do you drink the soup too?”

“….”

“Eat a lot.”

“Slurp.”

* * *

The two entered the bamboo forest around their residence.

“You said it was installed around here?”

“That’s right. It is a basic formation that covers a total of eight directions, and if you are familiar with the terrain, you can build it with tree branches…”

“It is an octagonal formation.”

“Ah, have you also studied Jinbeop?”

“Well, it just so happened. Anyway, it’s well built. “Even though it has been modified in an anomalous way, it is still doing its job.”

“I see you recognize me.”

“There is no need to find out. “What do you see when you just look at it?”

There was admiration in Ma Dong-pil’s eyes.

Jinbeop is a study that is different from martial arts. It wasn’t a light study that you could just pretend to know just because you had some knowledge.

‘You’re amazing.’

Looking at things like this, it certainly seemed like the teacher’s disciple was not just anyone’s job. I thought that I needed to be good not only in martial arts but also in many other areas.

Besides…

‘those eyes.’

Seoryang looking around the bamboo forest carefully.

Ma Dong-pil’s face was colored with confusion as he looked at Seo-ryang like that.

‘What kind of person is the Three Princes?’

Even though he seemed extremely light-hearted, once in a while he became serious, giving off a presence that was difficult to overcome.

Just by looking at his eyes, his eyes are so impressive that one would believe he is a super expert who has already reached the pinnacle of the world. Moreover, even though he lost his martial arts skills due to a coin attack, he doesn’t seem to be particularly frustrated. If he had done that, he would have been extremely depressed and could not even dream of living a normal life.

In addition, the knowledge of the true method is surprising, as it takes an ordinary person two or three years just to enter the gate. Although he lost many of his memories of Shingyo, he did not lose the memories he needed to become a ferocious powerhouse.

The more you know, the more doubt you have.

“Mr. Ma.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“Eat dinner alone tonight.”

“Confucius, don’t you have any thoughts?”

“I’m not thinking about dinner, but I have too many other thoughts. I think I need to do some organizing. “I’ll pay you roughly and you can get some rest.”

“Oh, I understand.”

Seo-ryang came into the bedroom, whimpering.

Sitting on the bed, he picked up the secret book of Jinmagong that had been placed by his bedside and read it carefully once again.

‘No matter how much I think about it, this is probably right.’

Now you’re going to learn magic again?

Yes. You can do it. Even though he was a priest, he even participated in the process of devising the dark spirit machine. His insight into martial arts was a level above that of other teenage masters.

However, even with that perspective, it is difficult to transform high-dimensional magical skills into attributes. Because I’m not used to it.

It might be several times faster than others, but that wasn’t enough.

The fastest, strongest, and farthest-seeing martial art.

“After all, I can’t give up my dark energy. “You absolutely have to go to the shadow camp.”

Then why don’t you learn magic?

no.

Xiliang shook Bilevel.

“No matter how many times I think about it, there is nothing like it.”

True magic.

One of the two basic techniques that support Shingyo, along with the magic illusion technique.

It wasn’t because the level was high. Rather, those two martial arts skills are only as good as fireflies in front of the full moon compared to the Ten Demonic Attacks.

However, Jin Demon Gong and Ma Huan Gong had one advantage that could not be compared to Teen Demon Gong.

“Are you sure. “I don’t know about Demon Huan-gong, but some of the Ten Demonic-gongs were created based on True Demon-gong.”

Of the three great magic techniques that Cheon Ha-jin mastered, two of them contained more than eighty-five percent of the magic skills of the magic magic technique.

Even though it was twisted beyond recognition, it couldn’t fool his eyes. Clearly, blood and magic magic and Pocheon gold magic were improved forms of true magic.

In particular, in the case of Pocheon Geummagong, it was a martial arts that was a combination of several magic arts among the other fourteen classes.

In terms of strength, Blood Fire Magic is superior, but in terms of power, Pocheon Gold Magic is superior. By dismantling and reassembling low-level magic arts, a much higher level magic arts was created.

And it is like a secret prayer.

‘Amyeonggi is different from the old school Buddhist temples that were perfected after successive generations of improvement. He is a young martial artist, not even a generation old.’

Although it is an excellent technique in itself, it is an unfinished martial arts technique. In other words, the nature and level of Qigong can vary depending on how it is handled.

And for that piece, Seoliang chose Jinmagong.

If so?

“…It will be a magical skill.”

If you drop a drop of ink into clean water, the entire bowl will be contaminated.

Magic is exactly like that. In particular, Jin Demon Gong was far ahead of the Ten Demon Gongs in the use of primitive demon energy. He could literally be said to be the parent of countless magicians possessed by the Heavenly Demon Church.

Xu Liang hesitated.

Do you think there will be problems with improvements? Not at all.

Rather, the problem is that it is too easy to combine. The Dark Spirit itself was a martial art that had room for improvement, and with its pieces, Jinmagong was a very suitable magic skill.

Did you say that polar opposites communicate?

Although they were martial artists on opposite sides, the two martial artists had such good compatibility that if they were determined and focused, they could organize all the nine points within 10 days.

Perhaps the newly created martial arts will be at least more destructive than the dark magic technique and more stable than the true magical arts.

Xiliang bit his lip.

‘Damn it! There’s nothing I can do. You’ve already made up your mind, right? ‘If you mess around here, you’ll never get out.’

It’s not just that you can’t escape. If you live as an incompetent third-party citizen, you may get caught up in a political conflict and die by being stabbed to death by a bastard’s sword.

Crucially, this is the high bamboo forest.

It is risky, but it is also an opportunity. If you do it well, you can even extract a huge amount of elixir from here.

Youngjuk can be poisonous? gibberish!

There is a Muae Gong that purifies even the filth in the air. It may take some time, but changing it to a complete elixir is not a problem.

“Every situation is forcing me to make one choice.”

There was a light of determination in Seo-ryang’s eyes.

“Then why not give it a try? “There is no other way anyway.”

Maybe there is, but it would be a waste to waste any more time with complicated thoughts.

“Let’s get started.”

Seoliang began to improve his martial arts skills in earnest by selecting his dark spirit skills, true magic skills, and a few magic skills that would become the cornerstones.

As expected, improving martial arts was not difficult. It was so smooth that it felt as if coming into the Church of the Heavenly Demon with a dark spirit was fate itself.

After ten days and two days, he created a new martial art.

The level of the new martial arts was so high that even the slightest bitterness was blown away. A martial art of such a high level was created that it was doubtful whether one would be able to achieve great success even if one established one’s own system.

He slowly adapted to the bamboo forest by practicing the new martial arts he had created.

It’s been 15 days since I learned a new martial art.

He was attacked by nobles and won an easy victory.

Again a month later.

He went inside to explore the Gojuk Forest in earnest and met other nobles. In that battle, he almost died but survived.

After three months, he gained momentum in martial arts and went deeper into the bamboo forest.

And there I found a young bamboo that had not ripened properly yet.

Fortunately, I was able to remove the poison with Muae-gong’s purification tool from the Yeongjuk that I managed to obtain after a bloody fight with the nobleman protecting the area.

An adventure into a deeper area, quick mastery of martial arts, and unfathomable life and death experiences.

One month, one month, and another month.

Eight months have passed since Seoriang entered Gojuk Forest.