Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 627
Seueut.
The sword attacked the opponent as nimble and sharp as a swallow flying on the water.
The disciples of Mount Hua could not help but admire the sword skill that was ecstatic at first glance.
“Sago is really different.”
“I don’t think it’s the same swordsmanship.”
Yoo Iseol, who was on the stage, lightly overwhelmed Wudang’s disciple.
Her sword was swung gracefully in the sunlight, leaving Mount Hua’s disciples in awe.
‘It’s a bit different from Baek Cheon Sasuk.’
Baek Cheon’s sword was like the ideal of Mount Hua’s disciples.
It was the destination that could be reached when they perfectly unfolded the sword they were practicing. Therefore, they are all still training, dreaming of a day when they spread swords like Baek Cheon.
But Yoo Iseol’s sword was different.
Even though it drew the same line and had the same posture, her sword had a distinctly different feeling than the other Mount Hua’s disciples.
“Can a sword be so different like this?”
It is different, but it does not lack power. In fact, Wudang’s disciple who was dealing with her was not even thinking of hiding his troubled expression now.
‘What kind of sword is this…!’
It was somehow strange.
It could elegantly dance in the air, but suddenly, it could strike with a deadly force aimed at vital points.
If Mount Hua’s sword shown by the other disciples had dazzled people with its splendid and captivating sword, this sword movement itself seems to steal attention and steal away the mind.
Besides…
‘How sophisticated it is.’
Even with just a little bit of an exchange of blows, it was clear how sophisticated the sword was.
‘How many times has she practiced with the same posture?’
How would he know?
From before Chung Myung reached Mount Hua to the present, Yoo Iseol lived the most sword-like life on Mount Hua.
Even before Chung Myung introduced various sword techniques to Mount Hua, Yoo Iseol practiced the few remaining crude sword techniques of Mount Hua, gradually mastering them. Isn’t it obvious what would have happened now that she had the opportunity to learn proper swordsmanship?
Hwik! Yoo Iseol effortlessly leaped over her opponent’s sword and quietly lunged at Wudang’s disciple as she stabbed her sword. It was a truly chilling force.
“…Sago is Sago.”
Jo-Gol stared blankly at the stage as if nothing else could be said.
Yoo Iseol is the only person who can be compared to Baek Cheon in Mount Hua. Baek Cheon’s flashy sword steals attention, while Yoo Iseol’s quiet sword feels like it could pierce through one’s chest.
“But it is very strange.”
“What do you mean?”
“Although everyone has learned the same swordsmanship and trained in the same way, the swords are so different.”
“Ah… right.”
Jo-Gol nodded in agreement at Yoon Jong’s words.
In fact, the Five Swords have gone through similar processes so far. The training that Chung Myung ordered them to do was mostly the same, and they might not have taken significantly different approaches when they practiced individually. Nevertheless, each of the swords of Five Swords clearly revealed their own characteristics.
“Isn’t it natural for this to happen as their skills and levels progress? Chung Myung said the same thing last time. Even if you learn the same swordsmanship, your unique qualities can manifest differently depending on your temperament.”
“But isn’t Wudang’s sword all the same?”
“Well, that’s certainly true.”
Of course, it varies slightly depending on the person who uses Wudang’s sword. However, it was embarrassing to say that it differed from the swords of Mount Hua’s disciples.
“Is there anything wrong with us…?”
When Yoon Jong carefully spoke slightly uneasy, a soft voice came from behind his back.
“That’s not the case.”
When surprised Yoon Jong turned around, Un Gum stood there, looking at him gently.
“G- Great Sasuk.”
Un Gum’s eyes, which turned to the stage, were as calm as ever.
“Wudang’s sword contains Righteousness (선(善)) within it.”
“Righteousness?”
“I should say it correctly. It is a method in which the ancestors train and study repeatedly to find the most perfect form, and teach it to their disciples to pursue the realm.”
“Ah….”
“Therefore, all swords are inevitably the same. The amount of force you put in with one swing, how much internal strength you should use, and how to use it are all predetermined. In other words, Wudang’s sword is a sword that pursues perfection.”
Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong nodded. It made sense to them.
“On the other hand, as long as the sword doesn’t deviate too much from a certain standard, Mount Hua doesn’t necessarily insist that it’s wrong. That’s because it’s not wrong, but different.”
“Indeed…”
So far, they had never received criticism that their usage of swords was wrong. “Which one is right?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
Un Gum shook his head.
“There is not only one way to reach enlightenment. Sometimes the Wudang can be right, sometimes Mount Hua can be right.”
He looked straight at Wudang’s sword.
‘It’s something we can’t do.’
He doesn’t know what Mount Hua’s sword was like in the past. Unlike Wudang, which had continued its lineage without interruption, Mount Hua’s sword had been cut off once. At present, they could only deduce what Mount Hua’s sword had been like in the past through the secret manual.
That’s why he couldn’t tell his disciples that this was a perfect Mount Hua sword. It was the biggest pain for Un Gum, who taught Mount Hua’s disciples.
He didn’t know which one was right between freedom and strictness.
But there is a clear difference between not doing something even though you can and not doing it because you can’t. Had the lineage of Mount Hua’s sword has continued until now, and if he had been a little stronger…..
It was then.
“That’s how it is.”
“Huh?”
Jo-Gol looked at the crouching Chung Myung and asked back.
“What?”
“Mount Hua sword is originally like that.”
“…How do you know that?”
“If you look at the secret manual, shouldn’t you know?”
Chung Myung distorted his face as if he was frustrated.
“What kind of knothole Sahyung eyes is? Why are you wasting your time looking at something useless? I’m sure you saw the secret manual with those two eyes.”
“I saw it, but……” As Jo-Gol hesitated, Chung Myung let out a sigh.
“If the ancestors wanted to convey a standardized operation, they would have written the secret manual in more detail. Don’t tell me you think they wrote it like that because they were lazy?”
“…I don’t think so. Even if it was a hundred years ago, there wouldn’t have been another person like you.”
“Is that a compliment I’m hearing now?”
“It’s a cuss, Chung Myung.”
“The hell, huh?”
Just as Chung Myung was about to stand in a fit of rage, Baek Cheon grabbed his head and pressed down.
“Stay still, you punk! You should rampage after seeing the situation!”
“Then did Sasuk have a such good judgment that you confronted Wudang like that?”
“I did it well, right?”
“…Yes, well done.”
There was nothing to say as he really did well.
Chung Myung grumbled then spoke again.
“There’s no need to divide right and wrong. Although the water appears different, it eventually flows into the same place, the sea. There is a great destination.”
“Um, right.”
“But the plum blossoms form a forest by gathering different flowers. Even if each one is different, it has its own value.”
“Hum.”
“And….”
Chung Myung raises his head and looks at the stage. His eyes seemed to be looking at a distant place.
“At the end of the day, it’s a cycle.”
“A cycle?”
Chung Myung nodded slowly at the return question. “The water starts at the sea, rises to the sky, becomes rain, becomes dew, and flows back into the mountains. The water forms a stream, flows into a river, and then flows back into the sea.”
“….”
“The plum blossoms start with fruit, become seeds, fall to the ground, become a sprout, then become a tree, bloom again, and bears fruit.”
“That’s right.”
“Nature ultimately goes through such a cycle. Wudang and Mount Hua are only trying to embody that said cycle through the human body. It is not a matter of who is superior or inferior, or what is right or wrong, but rather a difference in emphasis.”
Yoon Jong, who had been listening, opened his mouth blankly.
“Uh….”
In response, Chung Myung tilted his head and asked.
“What?”
“N- No. Well, that’s a true and obvious statement… But it’s strange to hear it from you…”
“No, but this bastard!”
“It’s your Sahyung, you punk!”
Baek Cheon pressed the top of Chung Myung’s head again.
“Anyway.”
Chung Myung spoke again, pursing his lips.
“We all pursue our own methods. A Wudang can’t be more right or wrong.”
“…I understood.”
Un Gum stared at the back of Chung Myung, who looked at the stage again with disinterested eyes and thought.
‘… He’s really something.’
It might be difficult for others to understand, but sometimes he felt a deep thoughtfulness from Chung Myung. Even now, doesn’t it seem as if Chung Myung knew what he was thinking and was trying to comfort him, stating that he didn’t need to think about such a matter?
Perhaps it was a coincidence or a thoughtless remark, but Un Gum had already found comfort and relief in Chung Myung’s words many times.
‘Cycle.’
Yes, that’s good enough.
If Mount Hua doesn’t let go of what they have to pursue, a sword-like appearance will naturally follow.
‘Hmm.’
Meanwhile, Chung Myung glanced at Un Gum and fixed his gaze ahead.
“Anyway, he’s sure a timid one.’
He can’t just blame it, because all those thoughts came out of concern that they might not eventually lead the people behind them properly. So rather than reprimanding, he should say it’s commendable.
The upper ranks of Mount Hua were doing very well, even in Chung Myung’s eyes. Their efforts were shining on this stage.
‘It was like this in the past.’
The Chung generation (In the current time, it is third-class disciples) led by Cheon Mun in the past was an unprecedented generation of powerful people in the history of Mount Hua. Although Chung Myung was so exceptional that it was somewhat buried, the others were also strong enough to deal with most martial arts experts.
Although there was a little problem, it was all the result of Chung Myung’s torment…….
In any case.
The Chung generation of that time also had their own inclinations to swords. Just as the current Five Swords are searching for a sword that suits them, the plum blossoms at that time also bloomed in various ways.
They are all different, but eventually, they form a forest and become one. That’s plum blossoms.
And… If the current Five Swords and those who follow them can all bloom their own plum blossoms, Mount Hua will be able to regain its past prosperity.
It would be truly spectacular if each of the disciples could make a scene of Mount Hua by blooming their own plum blossoms.
However, Chung Myung’s face, which imagined the scene, gradually hardened into an expressionless face.
‘Cycle…’ Those words came out of his mouth a moment ago.
That’s right. The essence of the world ultimately lies in the cycle. Life leads to death and then leads to life again. This is a natural and yet ancient principle.
But…
‘I’m out of that cycle.’
Those who cannot follow the cycle will eventually rot and distorts.
The existence of Chung Myung is a blessing to Mount Hua, but…… Will it really help with the future of Mount Hua?
No, before that…….
Why did he end up outside the law of the cycle?
– Why did it come to this? Why…
Dalai Rama’s grieving voice crossed Chung Myung’s mind.
The large explosion that erupted on the stage pulled Chung Myung, who was about to fall into deep contemplation, back to reality.
Kwang! Chung Myung lifted his head in an instant.
There was a conclusion to the not-so-long fight.
“Uh….”
Wudang’s disciple, who sat on the ground, looked at Yoo Iseol in disbelief.
However, Yoo Iseol remained indifferent as if there was no reason to be pleased with this kind of victory.
“I learned well.”
“…I learned well.”
Chung Myung chuckled as she returned without hesitation.
‘Yes, she has to do this much.’
She never thought Yoo Iseol would lose in the first place.
“Chung Myung.”
“Yes?”
“For now, we won everything.”
“It should be.”
Baek Cheon asked with a slightly stiff complexion.
“So what are we going to do now? Who should we send out?”
“Huh?”
“Didn’t you have an idea?”
“Huh?”
“….”
Baek Cheon’s face turned blue when he saw Chung Myung looking bright.
“…did you have any idea?”
“….”
Chung Myung scratched the back of his head and smiled shyly.
“Well… Wouldn’t it somehow work out?”
“….”
Baek Cheon realized all over again how foolish this bastard was.