Return of Mount Hua Sect

It's just plum blossoms.

This made the volcano different from other gates. It is said that they are a sect with a strong tendency to fall prey to the glamorous and beautiful things.

But is it really?

Does the volcanic sword really only follow the shape of plum blossoms?

'Is that possible?'

Everyone is misunderstood.

After swinging the sword and swinging it again and again, after making plum blossoms and burning plums, I only found out after spending my whole life with the volcanic sword and finally climbing to a place that no one had ever climbed.

What Volcano Sword is trying to reproduce is by no means a plum blossom.

The volcanic black does not imitate plum blossoms. The volcanic black plum blossoms.

'It's not a plum blossom.'

It's just 'bloom'.

"Blooming (開花)."

It is the conception of life.

The fruit of waiting that finally blooms after perseverance through the long winter.

Since it is a volcano where plum blossoms are in full bloom, I just painted plum blossoms. If the tip of a sword could give birth to new life, what kind of flower would it matter?

The essence of volcanic swordsmanship is 'flowering'.

Those who are blinded by the splendor of plum blossoms and possessed by the sharpness of their swords will never reach the essence of volcanic swordsmanship.

If you know that the volcanic sword is not pursuing plum blossoms, but 'flowering'... … . Yes, there is no need to distinguish between swordsmanship if you have reached the level of Qingming.

Even if it's not a plum blossom sword. Even if it's not the twenty-four plum blossoms sword technique.

At the end of the Seven Hawks sword, at the end of the Nakhwa sword. The plum blossoms even at the tip of the six swords.

That is the true meaning of volcanic swordsmanship.

Those who live with the name of the volcano on their back should bear in their hearts.

Those who do not know this fact and are only dazzled by the splendor and beauty that they see, are forever lost in the swamp of splendor.

okay.

Just like the present Jin Geum-ryong.

Just like the tales and tales they created.

The appearance of the descendants of the male descendants, looking at the unarmed with their eyes enchanted by the gaze of Cheong-Myeong, came in.

'Look.'

How your swords break.

Human memory is a mysterious law.

The image of Jong-nam's sword being broken by the more splendid and red sword of clarity in the bimu that determines Jong-nam's fate will be engraved in their memory as an indelible painter.

Every time you swing your sword, you will remember this scene, and every time you practice, you will unconsciously try to imitate this image.

In the end, even the strength they thought would not be able to escape this sword.

more flashy. even more brilliantly.

But there is nothing at the end. All that exists is nothing but emptiness.

The more you chase after splendor, the more Jongnam will lose their sword and fall into a deeper pit.

Even if those you trusted betray you.

Even if they lose the sword technique that is the center of the clan.

Even if the enemy of Byeongdaecheon pushes into the main mountain.

Volcanoes don't disappear.

If the spirit of the volcano remains what the volcano seeks. Just as the plum blossoms that have bloomed endure the winter and bloom again, the volcano will once again make a name for itself in the world.

But what if they lose their swords? What if they lose what they need to seek? What if they even betrayed their own intentions?

Even if it has never been destroyed, the clan will collapse on its own.

Now this sword will poison the souls of these servants and become a curse that will forever shape their future.

'Look!'

clearly!

what you tried to steal what you so wanted

I'll show you.

This will be your everlasting shackles, and your supreme revenge for your ignorance.

The sword of clarity flew across the sky with supreme grace. From the tip of his sword, small plum blossoms bloom.

one song. one more song.

The plum blossoms constantly.

A flower blooms and radiates its life into the world.

Mugeuk is divided into yin and yang to form Taegeuk, and Taegeuk is eventually divided into the five elements. The five elements make up the world, and in that world life is born.

will flow After all, the world is a repetition of eternal rebirth.

In this flowering, there is a path that the ancestors of distant volcanoes tried to reach.

The disciples of Hwasan come in at the sight of Cheongmyeong. The sight of them gazing at the volcanic sword, lost their minds, evoked strange sorrow for Cheongmyeong.

'This is also my atonement.'

I should have done it, but I couldn't.

So take a look now.

this is what you lost

This is where you had to reach someday.

"iced coffee……."

Hyeonjong's lips let out a sigh.

He didn't even know why he felt this way. The scene in front of him now reaches beyond reason and touches his heart.

Plum blossoms in the world

Plum blossoms, which should not have bloomed yet, are blooming profusely on the still bleak volcano.

And there.

There is a spring that seemed like it would never come.

Spring never came even when the seasons changed.

The spring did not come to an end until the boy in Hong-an became a strong young man, and the strong young man became an old man whose shoulders were crushed by responsibility, and eventually the old man's hair became white and full of wrinkles.

The spring that I could not finally meet despite waiting and longing for it is right there.

Tears form in the corners of Hyungwon's eyes.

Here it is.

The volcano he longed to see. The long-awaited volcanic sword.

was right here

A smile forms on Hyungwon's lips.

The tears still didn't stop in his eyes, but Hyeonjong smiled brightly with that drenched face.

"O volcano."

we are here

After enduring and enduring the hard years, flowers finally bloom here.

"Volcanoes don't disappear."

Feeding his life, his perseverance, and his waiting, the first plum blossoms were blooming right here in 100 years.

disappear

The fairy tale created by Jin Geum-ryong disappears like a fantasy. The cold and bitter snow flowers are pushed away by the blowing wind, and the warm spring plum blossoms fill their place.

defendant. dodge again.

The red plum blossoms in full bloom in full bloom eventually filled Jin Geum-ryong's vision with nothing to add.

It would rather be the sea of ​​plum blossoms.

It was a forest of plum blossoms that had no end in sight.

'this… … . This is a volcano.'

This is the volcanic sword.

The volcanic sword that the elders of Jongnam feared so much and tried to resemble.

Jin Geum-ryong could now understand why Jong-nam's superiors were so afraid of the name of Hwasan.

There is something about this sword that does not exist in the last man.

It is a sword unique to Hwasan that cannot be reached with the sword of Jongnam.

The Wind Blows. And the plum blossoms that bloomed in the gentle wind began to blow all at once.

The whole world is filled with plum petals.

The sight of countless petals soaring all at once in the sky could not be expressed in words as spectacular.

'beautiful.'

Jin Geum-ryong lost his mind and looked at the scene.

Even though there was no way he was unaware of his own situation, Jin Geumryong was mesmerized by the sight of plum blossoms flying in front of him.

A sight that does not belong to Inse. It is a sight where the soul is sucked in.

'What's different?'

Why can't he create this splendor?

Why isn't his sword so beautiful?

why?

The plum did not answer.

It just covered the world softly, splendidly, and majesticly.

and.

A single plum leaf fluttering softly on Jin Geum-ryong's forehead, capturing a scene he will never forget like a painter.

quietly.

sat down very quietly.

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