Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

66 – Death Priest (3)

In a world where there are chewy reincarnations who drip champee, there are cute baby dragons with small shark teeth, and there are supernatural powers who can emit fire by snapping their fingers, is there really no such thing as a flying sword?

I don’t know how it would be normally, but in an unexpected situation, thinking ‘That can’t happen!’- Or ‘Nonsense!’-Is dangerous.

What happened happened. Don’t be bound by common sense and reduce your options.

That’s why, in the current progressive form, a flood (?) Occurs and I go around Jeseok-hyeon to find the sword.

As a result of walking around the village, I don’t know if it’s okay to say that this is fortunate, but I still managed to figure out some of the water dragon’s behavior patterns.

Rather than directly harming people, they drew attention by destroying buildings.

In addition, ordinary people don’t care whether they run away or not, but against Murim people who have internal skills, they stick their heads in to attract attention.

… Why?

I don’t know if they just randomly attacked people and buildings, but it was strange to see them attacking by dividing the target in this way.

I don’t know who he is, but he controls the water freely and attacks the village with a flying mysterious sword. His real purpose is not to destroy the village.

The village attack is just a preparation stage. It must have a different purpose.

“aaa house! The village! What are you doing now?!”

“Oooooh-?! The house next door collapsed, so I came to see it! Our house is collapsing?!”

“Pray! I’m praying to Sasseokcheon!!”

“Grandpa! That’s a myth! If you don’t want to enter the coffin, don’t shout bullsh*t and quickly run away!!”

Anyway, you see people who have no choice but to watch from a distance as their village is destroyed in real time as soon as they start thinking about it.

‘Is there a disaster subsidy in Moorim World?’

-I thought, but that wasn’t what I needed to worry about right now, so I shook my head and focused again to find the flying sword.

Keying~! Keying~!!

… And I really found it. It appeared right in front of my eyes.

A pure white blade that glistens in the sunlight, and a beautiful blue hilt like the scales of a dragon.

The treasured sword, which anyone can see, is approaching me excitedly waving its handle from side to side like a puppy meeting a friend.

Keying~! Keying~!!

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Although it differs depending on the inclination of each individual, dragons basically have a habit of sleeping hugging their treasures.

It is psychologically stable, and it is also to prevent theft, but the biggest reason is to mark the territory.

It is to engrave one’s own energy on the treasure of attachment and warn the other celestial beings, the eight gods, not to touch it because it is mine.

That’s why Gwahae also climbed on top of the most precious treasure, Mancheon, according to the dragon’s instinct latent in his body, made a nest, fell asleep, and naturally energized himself.

Keying~! Keying~! Keying~!!

(Ching-gu~ Ching-gu~ Let’s play together!!)

… However, despite the territory marking, Yongyeon was just happy and excited about the energy of the dragon tribe after a long time.

In addition, the energy engraved on the human in front of him is one of the four sea dragon kings who divide and rule the four seas.

Because it was very similar to the qi of the Northern Sea Dragon King, Wu Shun, there was no hostility.

In terms of fantasy, it is like a human who received the protection of the spirit king suddenly appeared in front of a higher level water spirit who was playing in the human world.

To be precise, he was a human being blessed by the daughter of the King of Spirits, but Mancheon, unaware of this situation, was perplexed as he did not know how to deal with the sword that began to spin around him.

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‘What is this situation!?’

Originally, I was planning to call Miyang Wang right away to prevent mishaps when I find the sword and miss it.

I couldn’t decide what to do since the sword approached me first.

How should I act in a situation where a flying sword that can turn into a killing weapon at any time is circling around me like a puppy?

‘What is the answer… wait… puppy… ?’

An idea passes through my head.

It may have been a risky choice, but if this sword was really the culprit of destroying the village by manipulating the water around it, it couldn’t be left unattended.

Inhale. I clench and open his hand repeatedly, timing it appropriately.

Keying~? Keying~!!

(What’s wrong? Let’s play in the water together!!)

Ung-ung- A sword that cries and expresses itself. I don’t know what that means, but it seemed like I shouldn’t hesitate any longer.

That’s why I made up my mind and reached for the hilt.

Pat~ Pat~

Keying-?!

Concentrate all your nerves and pat the hilt with a meticulous hand, just like tapping a puppy or cat’s butt.

“Right~ Right~ Nice~ Nice~.”

Patting~ The blade trembled in proportion to the gesture of tapping the hilt. What kind of reaction will there be?

Shall I get stabbed? Should I? That’s the problem.

After a moment that made me think about various things, the reaction to my actions came.

Keying-! Keying-! Keying-!!

(That- That- Good! Add it!!)

Instead of a sharp blade piercing my body, a beautiful blue hilt rubs my palm. It hums and emits a pleasant cry.

“After… Whoa….”

A nervous sigh comes out slowly and carefully.

The distance where a blade can be lodged in the throat at any time, all or nothing.

The gamble paid off.

I can’t be completely relieved or even sure yet, but at least at this moment, he didn’t intend to hurt me.

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“This, what the heck is this-? What-?!”

Miyang Wang was shocked by the scene unfolding before her eyes.

After his ancestor, Wang Jung-yang, a researcher of Jeonjin-gyo, acquired it, it was a treasured sword that had been handed down to the masters of Jeonjin-gyo.

One of the masterpieces of the legendary blacksmith Gu Ya-ja, the Ten Swords under Heaven, Yong-yeon (龍淵) was fawning over Man-cheon.

Keying~ Keying~!

(Human, let’s do that, that!)

“I don’t know why, but he must have liked me. Master, what should I do now?”

Wang Mi-yang shook her head and regained her senses at the voice of the disciple who had caught Yong-yeon by believing only the teacher’s words in the chaotic situation.

I don’t know how he caught it, but the disciple did his best. It is impossible for a teacher to be bruised.

“Yongyeon, come back. Playtime is over now.”

However, before Wang Mi-yang could even begin to speak, an enchanting voice resounded along with lightly approaching footsteps, inviting Yong-yeon who was playing.

Keying… Keying….

“Ah?! Ying-inga! Don’t go! I’ve already thought of the name!!”

At Mancheon’s call, Yongyeon looked at Mancheon for a moment as if she was sorry, but soon turned the blade and returned to the owner. Mancheon is good, but the current owner also liked it quite a bit.

In the middle of a chaotic town where water dragons rampage.

A series of groups dressed in matching white clothes slowly approach without any obstruction.

… And he’s a former leader.

Keying-! Keying-!!

Watching Yongyeon, Master’s sword, fly swiftly into the enemy’s hand, Wang Miyang clenched his fists tightly and hardened her face, restraining her emotions from wanting to escape immediately.

“Sister.”

… And now, the enemy has moved from Jeonjin Bridge to Demonic Bridge.

Mayang, the seven elders of Ilwonsinism, showed off a beautiful smile while restraining his feelings of wanting to jump out right away at the voice calling him and the beautiful golden eyes directed at him.

“It’s been a while, sister.”

***

The three elders of the Ilwolsingyo (日月神敎) are killed by Ma Yang’s gaze, which is directed only to Wang Miyang (Wang Miyang) without giving a single glance to Namgung Xiaoso (南宮小昭), the target of assassination standing behind him. Tang O frowned and stepped forward.

I was fed up with needlessly wasting time.

Ting-!

… However, with the appearance of an unexpected hindrance, Dang-o immediately took a step back.

A black steel ball with obvious murderous intent barely passes the tip of the nose and gets lodged in the wall.

If Dang Oh hadn’t come from the Tang family of Sichuan, which specializes in memorization, he might have been subjected to neat memorization techniques.

Calculate the direction the ball came from and quickly open your left hand.

KANG-!!

Dang-oh’s Bido protrudes from his sleeve and the iron ball of the intruder, which flew with a time difference, collides in the air and sparks.

At the same time, a man wearing a bird mask is caught waving his right hand at himself on the roof without firing the next bullet into Dang-oh’s eyes.

It’s only natural if it’s natural, but Samase Jang is the servant, escort, and killer of the Samase family.

An obvious provocation to attack wherever you are going to attack.

To be exact, it was a struggle to get the dangerous guy away from the escort target, but it was definitely a provocation for those who didn’t know the circumstances behind it.

“… Under!”

The corners of his mouth twitch and go up. A bizarre smile, unknown whether it is laughing or angry.

Dang-o said to the seven disciples of Mayang, who were standing there watching their teacher.

“Hey, you teachers are out of your mind right now. You guys take care of Namgung Soso (南宮小昭).”

“The Three Elders… ?”

“Dealing with crows.”

After those words, Dang-O dared to challenge himself with a rote trick, and went up to the roof to catch the big bird mask.

Then, I realized one thing unintentionally.

Now that I see it, the seven girls whom Mayang chose as his disciples were all subtly similar to the blond little boy Mayang was obsessed with.

I’m on the same side, but I’m a really crazy old woman.