Book 3 Chapter - 7 (2/2)

I've never erased it, but I don't think I'll ever notice anything approaching in chapter three.

At least the fool wasn't in this classroom.

”Drum roll”

The door finally opened and the master who would be in charge of them walked in.

”He is!”

The first thing that recognised him was always Mr. Chang-hong, the Notina. Ryu-Yeon은

Whenever I was bored, I called him an old man. I don't know if he has any talent for this.

He was a man of considerable knowledge of the river as a whole, perhaps a product of hard work.

”Who is it?”

Poking Changhong in the ribs with his elbow, Ryu-Yeon asked.

”Oh, it hurts. Don't you recognize that famous man?”

Once again, I gave Ryu-Yeon a sharp look at her thinking of pinching her.

I decided to give up soon. It was because I knew it was nothing but rubbish.

As the silent air was reactivated, the surrounding area became noisy again. labor-management

It seemed that Changhong wasn't the only one who recognized the identity.

Ryu-yeon once again stabbed Changhong in the ribs, and this time it was revenge for Pinzan.

I increased the intensity a little. I let you know quickly and sent a running signal.

”Wow, that's Ok Hyunjin, the kendo master of Mt. Mudang. His Black

He's the master of kendo, saving a dying man.”

Changhong explained in excitement, unable to hide his admiration. In his words

It contained true respect and admiration for Ok Hyun-jin.

That's a big deal.

We haven't been together for long, but Changhong has been so serious.

Respect was new to me today. Just like you, sometimes.

Like an old man, he used to complain and complain.

To put it simply, I had to see myself as a nagger. As Changhong has already said.

Ok Hyun-jin, the elder of the shamanism who will be in charge of the first grade Cheonja-jo, belongs to Ryu-yeon,

The first impression was soft and gentle overall. Especially down to the chest.White beard and rolled-up gray hair were impressive old masters. in a folk tale

His eyes are like a calm lake, to match his appearance reminiscent of a good man.

It was only quiet. But it's too early to judge him by his appearance.

It was early.

Although the figure was that of an infinitely gentle and benevolent old man, he used his sword.

He was the best master who could be sprinkled like a child's prank.

A tamponade will probably not be difficult. The ability to tear down a mountain with a sword alone.

It's the owner. The eyes of nearly 50 officials were all focused on him.

Now the class has finally begun.

They couldn't control their pounding hearts in the first class. Class is

It started with the greeting of Ok Hyun-jin.

”Nice to meet you all.

I'm Okhyun, a shaman who will be in charge of the martial arts.”

Despite being a master, Ok Hyun-jin of the Order of the Ruling Sword spoke to the officials with anti-honorific language.

I was writing it. Of course, it's not easy for all Mousabu to use honorifics to government officials like him.

No, there were individual differences here, too. Most of the classes at Cheonmu Academy are written instruments.

I didn't need it. It was because it focused on the application of understanding and principles.

Of course, it did not regulate the use of writing instruments, or handwriting.

It is entirely up to individual judgment. The Celestial Academy has a certain level of discipline.

Most of the lectures are merciless because they begin education on the premise of ideal.

Often, all the basic contents were skipped and started from the main point.

But if you can't keep up with the class and raise the white flag,

There were few. They were the best people to sift and filter out.

A lecture on basic basics was just an insult to them. Such an outstanding group of people.

Helping late indexers reach their destination, high altitude.

The role of guide was one of the purposes of Cheonmu Academy.

”Hey, if you're Ok Hyun-jin, aren't you a master of the Eight Sword of Wudang?”

Han Kwan-do pretended to know. Ok Hyunjin, who became their master from today,

Of the eight highest number of shamans, which are called the two great mountains of Murim along with Shaolin,

It was one of the best. The shaman's eight-year-old has the respect of all strangers in the stronghold.

It was both the object and the spiritual pillar of shamanism.

”Famous for the story of Hasak seven Woong's submission to the sword last time.”

”I've never hurt anyone, and I've knelt seven Woong with a single sword.

You mean five years ago?”

”Yes, the case. You know that well.”

” Of course.”

Five years ago, he was persecuting a street vendor, and he killed seven scum named Hassak Seven Woong.

Ok Hyun-jin was talking about the incident involved in it.

At that time, Ok Hyunjin was rushing his way because he had to go to Amifa.

I got involved in the meeting. He's a very gentle man.

It was an unintended encounter with an unpleasant incident. Anyway, it's their fault.

Because of Hasak 7woong, Ok Hyunjin was a celebrity of Moorim.

I couldn't let it pass. I don't know if I didn't know, but I'm sure that's what

Now that it happened, we couldn't let it slide. Pretend you didn't see someone being persecuted.

It is not in the best interests of a strong man, nor in the teaching of private matters.

To the chagrin of the countless menial Hasak seven Woong, who do so because of their work.

He pulled out a sword and lifted it. I'd rather end it with words.

I couldn't help it because I didn't think to listen to you. Ok Hyunjin doesn't like it.

It was decided to open another new window by swinging a sword.

The game was played out in a single sword.

The sword wasn't needed for such scum cousins.It was a decided match from the start.

The blue gale from his Songmun High Sword... and the seven swords...

Hassak 7ung, who lost his weapon, was armed with dust.

Throwing away their self-esteem like a devoted pair and making themselves happy.

I asked for forgiveness. You can't even flinch from a single sword.

It was conceivable how great their fear must have been since they were all scrapped.

Ok Hyeonjin, originally famous for being nice, gives them a light lesson.

I've given you a simple warning. After that, where did they commit the crime?

The story didn't come at all. Every time I decide to do something bad, in front of my eyes,

Adult streets would not have been dared because of the blue-black flag.

So they reportedly decided to switch industries.

As a master of both skill and character, he has not only swordsmanship.

He was an outstanding warrior who was respected by Murim in terms of character.

The sound of Ok Hyun-jin's skills and status is heard everywhere in the background.

It was captured in Ryu-Yeon's ear.

”The reason why you came into the Chunmu Academy is that, first personally, you know, there's a new kind of shamanism.

Second, from the perspective of Jeong Do-in, I'm a man of that abominable Heukdo Sapa.

The power against the key adversaries, the Macheongak and the Black Heavenly Alliance.

It's to raise, ultimately, a powerful blood and slaughter that may come.

It's to become a shield against the forces.

From now on, at this Chunmugwan Academy, you'll be able to achieve your own exploits.

To create an optimal environment for understanding and aggressive training.

We will spare no effort and full support. ”

If Baekdo has Jeongcheonmeng and Cheonmuhakgwan, Heukdo has the same Cheonmuhakgwan in Baekdo.

There was Macheongak, the grand prize of Heukdo Sapa Talent Training Center. The angle of the sky is the black island of Heukdo.

It is the largest educational institution in Heukdo Island to cultivate and train the best fighters.

It is right to say that it is the biggest competitor of Cheonmu Academy. It's not about pride or honor.

They are rivals who can never lose each other. Maybe that's why their relationship is so...

And when we're bored, we blame each other, we curse each other, we spend the last hundred years.

I've let it slide.

”As you all know, today's lesson is about to clear your mind once again.

How the dark history and affairs of Murim over the past hundred years are now subtle.

I'd like to briefly comment on whether it caused tension.”

Today's lesson is based on the assumption that we all know that 100 years of history in common sense.

On the one hand, it's a miracle, but I'm sure you're not aware of it.

It was for. And today, Ok Hyun-jin experienced the miracle.

Even a three-year-old child would know nothing about today's class.

I didn't know there would be Ryu-Yeon in my dreams.

”I'm sure you've all heard of the name of the Heavenly Ghost.”

Ok Hyun-jin has a cursed name as if he was coughing up a foreign substance stuck in his throat.

Spit it out.

”Scary spirit!”

Every student in the classroom freaked out when the name ”Chun-Ga-Ling” came out.

The whole classroom was stunned by the surprise of the students except Ryu-Yeon.

It seemed to have stopped. The reaction when I heard the name was that anywhere in the stronghold,

It will be the same. The same will be true of Black Island as well as White Island.

That's how much the name means, regardless of black-and-white transfer, it's the name that everyone hates and avoids the most.

It was a cursed name. The reaction was exactly what Ok Hyun-jin expected.

”And there's probably no one who doesn't know what blood is.”

This time the hall sank rapidly in the depths of silence. The sound of everything is...Swallowed in the abyss of futility, the air is freezing cold and sinking.

It was even a misunderstanding. What name is it this time that makes you lose your breath?

Ryu-yeon, why is the atmosphere so cold with just one name?

I didn't know why, but I kept my lips firmly shut.

”Why do you say such a terrible name?”

A coffin with a firm face jumped up and protested. Everyone else has their names.

Just listening to it will bring you a curse or something terrifying.

He looked as if he had a jinx. According to the horrors of the name,

The horrors of the Heavenly Ghost were just shadows. Because he's here, he's a coward.

Fear is what happens. He was a collection of blood, slaughter and fear.

”Of course you don't want the name mentioned directly.

The name, however, has been implicitly taboo in Murim for more than a hundred years.

Because it's a name. But today, I'm here to tell you the name.

What I mentioned was that you should focus on the military with a new mindset.

It's to do it's to do. And it's also the education policy of our Chunmu Academy.

As usual, Cheonmu Academy tells this story to freshmen first.

You want to look away and you don't want to think about it.

Maybe that deep, dark mass of despair and fear that I want to hide forever.

I'm putting it in front of you. But don't turn a blind eye to it.

You're proud to be a student of the Catholic Church, and you're going to be the light of the crowd.

They're talented people.”

There were buzzing noises from all over the classroom. Everyone's shaking. Everyone's in a state of turmoil.

I could sense it with my skin.

”Now it's time for you to face the reality in front of you.