Chapter - 168 Episode 168. But I walk with you. (3)

Chung-Myung walked south as if he was possessed.

Where he is headed is the already collapsed sword gun.

Arriving at the mouth of Jeokgongsan Mountain by walking neither quickly nor slowly, he began to climb the single road with a blank face.

"Yakson, the sword-sharp. Yakson. Black and white. Mixed fabric. Disciple...…."

And yet he was constantly muttering something with his mouth.

Let's think.

Let's think.

Though thinking is not a major, Chung-Myung is the only one who can solve this mystery now. Chung-Myung's head was mixed up with numerous clues.

What was I trying to get?'

Mixed fabric. And mixed fabric platform.

"Where did I hear it?"

A sword gun. A tomb with a sword and a scar.

It was wrong from the start.

Yakson is bald, but he is not. It was wrong not to think of that subtle difference.

If Yakson had identified himself with the dagger, he would not have tried to hide the fact, nor would he have known the world of the dagger's tomb under the name of the sword's sword.

In the end, if Yakson tried to leave his mark, it meant he could never be in a sword and gun.

As a result, weren't all they found in the swordsmen was rotten recruits?

then

Where is the trace of Yakson, not the scar?

It leads to a single road.'

In the past, Jeokgongsan Mountain had several other mountain paths. But at some point, a natural disaster left only this way.

As if those who climb Jeokgongsan Mountain are trying to make them pass by the place where the sword and gun are located.

Chung-Myung, who climbed the mountain as if he was half carried away, saw a wide and deep hole. He stood right in front of the pit and looked down with blank eyes.

Swordgun.

This is the sword gun.

A place where anyone who climbs this mountain has no choice but to arrive.

"Do, non-do. The road. Not the road."

Those who walk on non-paths cannot reach this place, and only those who walk on the right path can arrive here.

"……did you realize something?"

Chung-Myung turned his head around at Baek Cheon's secretly asked words.

Baek Cheon stares at the burning eyes.

"Sasook."

"Huh?"

"What about the people who found the guns?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What did they do when they found it?"

"It's him……."

It was a random question, but you have to answer it for now. Chung-Myung's question must have come from the process of organizing his thoughts.

"I went inside."

"How?"

"No, what are you talking about? Of course, open the door and go inside...…."

Baek Cheon closes his mouth.

Open the door and go in.

"The entrance."

It can be used in many ways. But there was only one thing here that the introduction meant.

"The door of the shape of a sword pointed at each other.

"Yes, I'm entering martial arts."

Chung-Myung said, distorting his face.

"What was behind that?"

"A long and narrow path. With traps in between."

Jo-Gol clapped his hands.

"Okay, that's the training!"

"Yes, it's training. Training is like walking on a narrower path. Everyone starts off on a wide path, but eventually they can't handle the narrow path and start falling behind one by one. Only those who overcome it move on."

"From time to time, through great disabilities."

Chung-Myung nodded loudly.

It's obvious now.

"In other words……."

Baek Cheon summarized the situation.

"The sword gun symbolizes the process by which a person enters martial arts and wipes out radishes.""Maybe so."

Only then could Baek Cheon understand the grotesque form of a sword gun.

"But the roads are divided in the middle."

"The same goes for learning martial arts. Even if you're a beginner, you'll all choose different paths depending on your preferences. But what happened at the end?"

"……the road comes together again."

"It's a dissuasion. Even if we walk different paths, we have no choice but to pursue one in the end according to the big meaning."

Baek Cheon said moaningly.

"……it's the completion of mathematics."

"Right."

A huge joint where Chung-Myung fought with Cho Myoung-san and Sam Sal-gui.

The road, which had been divided into several parts, was brought back together there. It is as if drones with different meanings have no choice but to move toward a single purpose in the end.

"What was behind that?"

"……a long dark cave. And frozen persimmon."

Yoon-jong said moaningly.

"It's Simma."

"Yes, the darkness that must come before you complete the martial arts. It's a plant."

"And what about the cliff? Going up after going through a simma...…."

The answer came from Baek Cheon's mouth, not Chung-Myung.

"To the lighthouse."

Baek Cheon is now able to see the full meaning.

"The glare from the far end of the cliff signifies the completion of Muhak. In the province, it is a parable lantern, and in the fire, it gives up."

But there was something that hasn't been solved yet.

"Well, what happened to the old recruits and the empty wooden box? You have to accomplish something when you're on the ramp."

Chung-Myung revealed this.

"I don't have it."

"Huh?"

"It's the light, it's the fall. There's nothing where you get to fight people, kill people. It doesn't mean anything to learn martial arts in the first place. The sword gun was not built by Yakson to test a man, but to embody his ideas of martial arts."

Yoo-Esul's words were a clue.

Member for Yakson.

There was no way such people could have looked at the fighters who hurt and killed people. No, maybe he looked like an implacable enemy. The more he loved and cared for people, the worse the hatred would have become.

"That's why he would become a sword-worn man and let the powerful men of his time know that their martial arts mean nothing. Taking away the love bottle, the symbol of the martial arts. Yakson was well versed in the platform to create a mixed fabric, so even if he lacked herbivores, he was able to defeat the strong men of his time with a huge history."

"……but nothing has changed."

"Yes, the invincible obsession with martial arts is beyond imagination. That's what Yakson wanted to say. Your martial arts are just the harm of killing people. No matter how many times you wrap up Donnie is illegal, there's nothing at the end of the day."

Baek Cheon grabbed his shoulder as if he was getting goosebumps.

It's a terrible tenacity and terrible madness. I can't believe we can create a ridiculous place called a sword and a gun to deliver that one. How persistent was Yakson?

"So there couldn't have been something in it in the first place?"

"Right."

"...it's been a pain in the ass."

Now that they realized the true nature of the sword and gun, each sighed.

"But why are you here? To confirm that?"

"No."

Chung-Myung shook his head firmly.

"I told you, the sword gun wasn't Yakson's grave. This is just a grave with a dagger and a scar. Yakson didn't think of himself as a scrapper. That's fake. It's nothing compared to the platform and medicine that Yakson created, but it's just a fake.""……."

"What about those who have fallen apart from what they usually aim for?"

"……you'll try to find your goal again."

Look up.

Everyone couldn't take their eyes off the collapsing ceiling, and even Chung-Myung looked for the light from the sky as soon as the cave collapsed. As if there is still light.

"But he who finds it fleeting sees the bottom. On the floor... There is life on the floor that is the lowest and would not be seen by the fighters. There is survival. There are people who live."

Chung-Myung muttered incessantly.

His words were not meant for the death penalty. The idea of bursting out like a stream was nothing but flowing out in the shape of a horse.

"And what about those who realize? What should they do?"

"Going back?"

"No."

Chung-Myung slowly began to move his feet.

"Let's move on, someone who's got the wrong goal from the beginning. Who hurt people by walking on the path of Muhak. If you're alive, you can move on."

He was headed for a mountain path that led beyond the pit.

No one went to that place.

Countless people gathered here, but none of the people who found the sword and gun tried to move their feet to the path leading to it, and no one thought it strange.

Their goal is right here.

"There were countless clues. A patch of grass in the middle of the mountain that doesn't grow. For those who are driven by desire to find their precious things, it may look like a land made of gold...… it's just a dead land."

"Oh...."

When I hear the word "dead land," I feel everything becomes clear.

Looking back, there were so many clues, and they were explaining them kindly. The lump of mixed fabric and desire for recruits only made me think of nothing else.

Even Hawasan's disciples jumped in with their swordsmen as soon as they came here, and turned around without regret after the swordmen collapsed.

For those who only meant sword and gun, there was no point in going further.

Chung-Myung moves on like he's possessed again.

A place that has now become a great pit in a dead land, where everything has collapsed and returned to nothing.….

But towards the path that continues.

Walk through the thickly grown bushes.

'This is what you wanted to say.'

The futility of martial arts is not the end.

Walk.

Still, walk.

If you've lost a goal that you've been trying to achieve for all your life, you don't despair at it, and you figure out what's at your feet...… it's not too late, so step on those two feet.

For the sake of life, not of martial arts.

Chung-Myung's steps have become serious.

Chung-Myung does not agree with Yakson's ideas. But I couldn't help but pay tribute to this formidable arrangement that he had poured out all his life.

Soon.

It was another open space where they arrived.

But everything is harmonious here, unlike where they first saw it.

Water flows through the rocks, and the surrounding area is overgrown with grass. The tree grows naturally, and animals running freely in between run away in surprise when they find Chung-Myung.

Nothing but a natural place.

But that's why Chung-Myung can be sure this is the land that Yakson truly chose. This is because it is in perfect contrast to the dead land where they first arrived.

"Those who don't know what Yakson means won't think when they get here.""I guess so. It's just...… because it's really just a mountain."

Chung-Myung's eyes were fixed on one spot from the beginning.

On one side of the vacant lot, a gap in the rock where water flows out.

That is probably the source of this Jeokgongsan Mountain.

"The water is weak."

Chung-Myung murmurs low.

"The thin, shallow water soon merges with other waters to form a stream, and flows into the sea in the form of a river. It makes a lot of lives alive."

It is, after all, the province.

And it's phosphorus.

"If Yakson was really trying to convey his own, he would have to overcome his pride and concern."

The sword and gun is a concern.

Then what is Yakson's pride?

"I..."

Chung-Myung muttered as if he had become Yakson.

"What I have achieved will spread to the world like water and be the starting point for saving countless people."

What a crazy idea.

But...

If this arrangement is really Yakson, he deserves to be mad.

Chung-Myung walked slowly and approached the gap between the rocks where the water was spouting out.

If he's right.

If what Yakson was trying to convey to his descendants in the distant future was delivered to Chung-Myung now.

What he's trying to convey is...….

It's right here!

Chung-Myung pushed his slightly trembling hand into the crevice of the rock where the water was spouting out. A narrow gap that can barely fit a couple of human hands. Push your arms up to your shoulders into it and begin to feel inside.

His body was wet in an instantaneously.

This is Suwon.

It's the source of life.

This is the only place if it has to be. No! It's going to be here!

'You don't know anyone who hasn't been frustrated.'

Anyone who doesn't know how futile Muhak is, can't realize what Yakson is trying to convey. At the end of my life, I felt a deeper futility than anyone else, and yet I could see what Yakson was trying to say because he was Chung-Myung moving forward again.

So here!

It has to be right here!

It was that moment.

My chin!

Chung-Myung caught something at his fingertips.

The sense of fingertips speaks. This is not a rock. I'm sure it's....

"Metal?

Chung-Myung pushes his hand further in. I can clearly feel the sense of straightened metal.

I pulled out a clump of metal in my hand with a lot of force.

Crrrrack!

As soon as the water spews out, a square iron bar is pulled out of the rocks!

Chung-Myung couldn't breathe and looked at the iron bar he pulled out.

Box.

His hands are starting to shake.

The death penalty could not bear to open their mouths and looked at the box Chung-Myung pulled out, stone-like.

A box tightly sealed with metal remained intact even though it was clear that it had been in the water for two hundred years.

It's obvious that it's an unusual thing.

Chung-Myung's fingertips slowly turn to the box.

Click.

Chung-Myung, who turned off the lock at once, takes a deep breath. And slowly began to open the box with trembling hands.

Squeak.

The box opens with a tiny sound of friction.

Before the eyes could check the box, the indescribably pure scent penetrated the tip of Chung-Myung's nose.

"Uh...…."

In a completely open box.

Chung-Myung looked clearly with his eyes.

In that small box, there are about twenty small tablets and antique brochures.

"Gasp."

My heart hurts.

My legs are shaking.

I checked the title of the booklet by forcing my eyes to be blurred.

The secret to mixing?

訣).

"Mixed……."Out of consciousness.

"Cars……Cars…… Car...Ah!"

"Car?"

"I found it! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Crazy, I found it! I found it!"

Chung-Myung burst into a wild roar into the sky.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I found it! I found it! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Chung-Myung foamed his way back.

Death penalty!

Long death!

d*mn it, d*mn it! I did it!

I felt like I remembered the face of Cheon Mun smiling in a blurry view.