Chapter - 110 Episode 110. Volcanoes don't go away. (5)

'This is...'

Jin Geum Ryong saw the redness blooming in the tales he created.

Just a feeble bunch.

Like a drop of blood in the snow, it was nothing but a red dot that was red but feeble.

However, the red dot soon creates a vivid plum blossom figure.

One. Another. In an instant, the plum blossoms began to blend in with his tales.

It's melting.

Just as the snow melts in the blazing spring sun, the tales of where the red plum blossoms bloomed melt away.

"Plum Blossoms?"

Hawasan was told he could no longer smoke plum blossoms. That's why everyone thought that Hawasan would never be able to resurrect again.

Hawasan's symbol is plum blossoms, no matter what anyone says. Hwasan, who can't rekindle the plum blossoms, can't be the same as he used to be.

But at this moment, Hawasan's plum blossoms once again in front of Jin Geum Ryong's eyes.

It's also very vivid and colorful.

"Gain!"

Unbelievable.

I can understand Chung-Myung's sword redrawing plum blossoms.

That's not what Jin Geum Ryong doesn't understand now.

It was the fact that the tales he desperately smoked were melting into Hawasan's plum blossoms.

"Why?"

It's the Twelfth Sword.

This sword is imbued with Jongnam's efforts over the past 100 years. Isn't it a new sword technique that contains the essence of all the swords in Jongnam and evidence that Jongnam's swords are developing?

Hawasan's legendary plum-blossom is reproduced here again. Even so, a Sulwhaden transplant is a few steps further from there.

There is no such thing as losing to the relics of the older generation!

But.

Why is this happening?

It's melting.

It's falling apart.

As soon as the white tales he created touch Chung-Myung's red plum blossoms, they collapse as if they did not exist from the beginning.

"Why?"

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes start to shake.

I couldn't unfold a perfect sword any more. It is a sword that has been spread in its complete form to the extent that the word perfect is overshadowed. But why can't you even stand the humble plum blossoms?

Crush.

Lunar New Year's Day transplant.

It's going to break.

Jongnam's sword.

It's falling apart.

His pride.

"Uh...…."

Everything he had piled up was now scattered in those red plum blossoms.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

Jin Geum Ryong's scream shook the whole of Hwasan.

Chung-Myung wields the sword with his half-hearted eyes.

A stream of red plum blossoms bloomed at the end of his sword. Jin Geum Ryong's tale touching the plum blossoms without any effort.

"The shell.

That is just a shell. No, it's an imitation of a shell, to be exact.

People in the world misunderstand Hawasan's sword. Even Hawasan's disciples misunderstood their swords.

Plum Blossom is a sword that creates the image of Hawasan's black plum blossoms. It is a sword that faithfully reproduces the colorful and beautiful plum blossoms.

Many misunderstood that Hawasan's sword was completed by how much more beautiful and sophisticated the shape of plum blossoms.

One, is that so?

Hawasan is a gate.

It's just part of reaching all the black provinces of Hawasan.

Wudang uses taegeuk as its source.

The point window uses the sun as its source.

Co-ordination is the source of misbehavior.The gates that exist in the world resemble a natural form, making it their ultimate goal to implement the province in their own bodies.

But only Hawasan is different.

Only Hawasan is after plum blossoms with the sword.

When the sword of a shaman reaches its peak, it becomes the Taegeuk, and when the sword of a pointchang reaches its peak, it becomes the sun. And the common sword recreates the logic of misdeeds to the world.

But only Hawasan is a plum blossom. It's just plum blossoms.

This made Hawasan different from other gates. It is a literary group with a strong tendency to be attracted to colorful and beautiful things.

But is it really?

Does the sword of Hawasan really only follow the image of plum blossoms?

'No way.'

Everyone is misunderstanding.

After wielding the sword, wielding it, smoking plum blossoms, and smoking it all my life with Hawasan's sword, I finally found out after I climbed where no one had ever climbed.

What Hawasan's sword is trying to recreate is by no means plum blossoms.

It does not imitate Hawasan's black plum blossoms. Hwasan's black plum blossoms bloom.

It's not plum blossoms.'

It's called 'Bloom.

"Flowering."

It's the conception of life.

The fruit of the wait that finally blooms at the end of perseverance through the long winter.

I just drew plum blossoms because it's Hawasan in full bloom. What would matter what the flower was if it could produce a new life at the end of the sword?

The essence of Hawaiian inspection is 'flowering'.

Those who are blinded by the splendor of plum blossoms and possessed by the sharpness of the sword can never reach the essence of Hawaiian swordsmanship.

Anyone who knows that what was pursued by Hawasan's sword lies not in plum blossoms but in "flowering."…. Yes, if Chung-Myung has reached the point, there is no need to distinguish between swordsmanship.

Even if it's not plum blossom. Even if it's not the Plum Blossom Act.

At the end of the sword, at the end of the sword. Even at the end of a meatball, plum blossoms bloom.

That is the essence of the Hawaiian prosecution.

What those who live under the name of Hawasan should bear in mind.

Those who do not know the truth and are simply blinded by the splendor and beauty they see will forever wander through the swamps of splendor.

Okay.

Just like Jin Geum Ryong now.

Like a folktale transplant they created.

Jongnam literati, who were looking at the unarmed with their eyes mesmerized by Chung-Myung's gaze, came in.

"Wait and see."

How your sword collapses.

Human memory is a mysterious law.

The image of Jong-nam's sword being broken by the sword of Chung-Myung, which is more colorful and red, in the bimu that determines Jong-nam's fate, will be engraved in their memories forever.

You'll think of this scene every time you swing a sword, and you'll unconsciously try to imitate it every time you train.

In the end, even the strength they think will not escape this sword.

More flashy. More flashy.

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

The more splendor you chase, the deeper Jong-nam will lose his sword and fall into the mire.

Even if those who believed in him betray him.

Even if you lose the sword that is the center of the literary circle.

Even if the enemy of Mangu Daecheon pushes into the main mountain.

Hwasan does not disappear.

If the spirit of Hwasan remains what he seeks. Just as flowering plum blossoms survive the winter and bloom again, Hawasan will rise to fame in the world again.

But what if they lose their swords? What if they lose what they have to pursue? What if they betray their true intentions?Even if they have never collapsed, the civilization collapses on its own.

Now this black man will permeate the spirit of Jongnam like poison and become a curse that will forever bind their future.

"Look!"

Clearly!

What you tried to steal. What you wanted so much.

I'll show you.

This will be an eternal shackle for you, and an unrelenting vengeance for you who have done nothing.

Chung-Myung's sword glided through the sky. At the end of his sword a small plum blossom peak blooms.

One. Another.

Plum blossoms bloom constantly.

Flowers bloom, spewing life into the world.

The martial arts are divided into yin and yang, and the taegeuk is divided into five directions. Misbehavior makes up the world, and life is born in it.

After all, the world is a repeat of eternal birth.

In this blooming, there is a province that the ancestors of faraway Hawasan tried to reach.

Hwasan's disciples enter Chung-Myung's gaze. Their mesmerising gaze at Hawasan's sword evoked a strange sorrow for Chung-Myung.

This is also my atonement.

They had to connect, but they couldn't.

So look at it now.

This is what you lost.

This is where you had to reach one day.

"Ahhhhhaha.

Hyun Jong's mouth is sighing.

He didn't know why I felt this way. The sight in front of his eyes now reaches beyond reason.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom.

In Hawaii, which is still stark, plum blossoms are blooming that should not yet bloom.

And there.

There is a spring that seemed never to come.

Spring that didn't come even if the season changed.

Spring didn't end until the boy of Hongan became a healthy young man, a healthy young man became an old man whose shoulders were crushed by responsibility, and the old man's head eventually turned white and became an old man full of wrinkles.

Spring is right there, which I waited and longed for so long that I couldn't finally welcome.

Tears are forming around Hyun Jong's eyes.

Here it is.

Hwasan, whom he missed so much. Hwasan's sword, which I've been waiting for all my life.

It was right here.

Hyunjong has a smile around his mouth.

Tears still didn't stop in his eyes, but Hyun Jong smiled brightly with his soaking face.

"Hwasan."

We are here.

After enduring and enduring those harsh years, flowers finally bloom here.

"Hwasan does not disappear."

The first plum blossoms were blooming right here in a hundred years, using his life, his patience, and his waiting.

It's disappearing.

The story created by Jin Geum Ryong disappears like a fantasy. Cold, bitter snow flowers are pushed out by the warm wind, and plum blossoms fill the spot.

Blossom. Blossom again.

The red plum blossoms in full bloom filled the view of Jin Geum Ryong with nowhere else.

It's rather a sea of plum blossoms.

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

'This is... this is wasan.'

This is Hwasan's sword.

Hwasan's sword, which Jongnam's elders were so afraid of and tried to resemble.

Jin Geum Ryong can now understand why Jongnam's superiors are so afraid of the name Hwasan.

There's something about this sword that doesn't exist in Jongnam.It is the sword of the Gulf of Hawasan, which cannot be reached by Jongnam's sword.

The wind blew, and the plum blossoms in the gentle wind began to fly in unison.

The whole world is full of plum petals.

The sight of countless petals rising in unison could not be described as spectacular.

"Beautiful.

Jin Geum Ryong gazed at the scene, mesmerized.

Jin Geum Ryong, who could not be unaware of his own situation, was mesmerized by the sight of plum blossoms fluttering in front of him.

A sight that doesn't seem to belong to royalty. It's a scene where the soul is sucked in.

What's the difference?'

Why can't he create this splendor?

Why isn't his sword so beautiful?

Why is that?

Plum blossoms did not answer.

It just covers the world gently, splendidly, and majesticly.

And

Jin Geum Ryong's forehead, which captures a scene that will never be forgotten, is fluttering softly like a plum leaf.

Quietly

It sank very quietly.