Murim Login Chapter 1117

Episode 1116

As is well known, Xining Castle, which can be said to be the last bastion of Qinghai Province, had a very advantageous advantage in battle.

However, looking back at the dozens of battles that took place over the years, it was not only the strong but high walls that presented the biggest nightmare to the invaders.

“As expected, even those demons can’t easily cross a moat.”

In response to the middle-aged Taoist monk’s admiring glance, Qing Hezi, a scholar from the Kunlun Sect, nodded.

“If there wasn’t that moat, the fight would have been twice as difficult as it is now. By now, the gates would have been breached.”

What Cheongheoja said was true.

The moat was over a dozen wide and deep, forcing great sacrifices on the enemy at this very moment.

Is it just that?

Even if they crossed the moat, a castle gate made of incredibly thick ink iron was waiting for them, so even if they were fanatics of Dark Heaven who had mastered martial arts, they had no choice but to take the damage and climb the castle wall rather than aiming for the gate.

Of course, there were times when the walls of the castle were in danger, perhaps due to the overwhelming number of men and the amplification of power using the latent forces, but at least the eastern gate, which they guarded, was carrying on a defensive battle more smoothly than anywhere else.

So much so that I thought that maybe, if I just maintained the current situation, I could win.

And the middle-aged Taoist monk standing next to Cheong Heo-ja seemed to be no different.

“If we win this battle, we can all return to the main mountain together, right?”

“It would be great if we were all together.”

Hearing Cheongheoja’s voice sink deeper than ever, the middle-aged Taoist monk also made a bitter expression.

“Second… … Are you thinking about it?”

In response to that cautious question, Cheong Heo-ja, who was silent for a moment, shook his head.

“no.”

“if.”

“I was thinking about the shortcomings of a foolish teacher who could not lead his students to the right path.”

“… … !”

“It’s the frequency’s fault. From beginning to end. “All of that.”

“Master… … .”

A middle-aged Taoist monk, or rather, Hesu (學水), Cheong Heo-ja’s first disciple, looked at his teacher with a sad face.

“Don’t blame yourself. “It’s not your fault, Master.”

“Do you think so?”

“I know. No, everyone in Kunlun knows. “The fact that Master held my second child closest to me and took special care of him more than anyone else.”

“It had to be that way. “Unlike you and the lively third child, who were always gentle, that child always seemed somewhat rough and anxious.”

“Isn’t it for that reason that the teacher gave us the title ‘Hakui (學意)’?”

“Yes, it certainly was.”

The boy who grew up in a dark and rough back alley gained a new name and family, and Cheong Heo-ja always told his second disciple, who was born with a rough temperament,

Just like the meaning contained in the two letters ‘Hakui’, become a more righteous person.

Do not forget for a moment that you are a guru.

“but… … Who would have dared guess? “The fact that this guy was a shaman who was in secret with the dark world.”

Haksu bit his lip and shook his head.

“Actually, I still can’t believe it either. “I don’t even want to believe it.”

His gaze suddenly turned to the side.

As if his second priest would be standing in that now empty spot with the same crooked face as always.

But that doesn’t happen.

No, it was impossible.

Because Hakui is already dead.

Before dawn today, he ultimately lost his life while resisting those who tried to capture Ganja in the middle of the night.

And Haksu, who arrived at the scene late, was able to see the priest’s severed head and his teacher holding a bleeding sword.

Just like now, his eyes are sadder than ever.

“… … “Master.”

That time when Haksu looked at Cheongheoja with complicated eyes.

Squirt!

Accompanied by a sharp piercing sound that cut through space, the messenger who ran with all his might and unleashed the Gyeongsinbeop let out an urgent cry.

“Jangmun-in!”

In addition to his bloody appearance, his face was as white as a sheet of paper.

Cheong Heo-ja swallowed the voice that was about to flow out of reflex and opened her mouth in a heavy tone.

“Where are you coming from?”

“Nammun, Huuk. “This is the south gate.”

“So, did the two seniors order a retreat to the inner city?”

“How could that… … .”

“I understand. “I guess the situation elsewhere is no different.”

No more words were needed.

Cheong Heo-ja, who vaguely guessed the situation just by looking at the messenger, spoke calmly.

“Go quickly and tell it. “I will soon lead Dongmun’s troops and join Naeseong.”

“Please, I wish you good luck.”

As the messenger left with a short nod, Haksu opened his mouth with a stiff expression on his face.

“Go first. I will buy some time with some troops.”

Eyes and voice full of determination.

But Cheong Heoja immediately shook his head.

“I can’t leave you behind.”

At the teacher’s concern that seemed to be evident in his answer, Haksu smiled faintly.

“The road to Naeseong will not be easy. No, it might be even more dangerous than here. “They need a teacher more than me.”

It was a very likely prediction.

The tragic news that the West Gate had collapsed due to the onslaught of blood vessels was delivered to the East Gate just before the battle 鼓 collapsed.

Unlike the East Gate, where relatively weak enemies were stationed compared to the other three, if you retreated without a plan, you might encounter blood lords and fanatics who would sweep through the castle’s interior through the West Gate in a no-man’s land.

However, despite Haksu’s opinion, Cheongheoja rarely gave up his will.

“It is not permitted.”

“Master, we don’t have time!”

That was when Haksu, who could not control his impatience, shouted urgently.

“To whom?”

Cheongheoja’s strangely calm voice pierced his ears.

“… … “Master?”

“I asked who didn’t have time.”

Haksu blinked with a puzzled expression.

No, he wasn’t the only one who reacted like this.

It was at that moment that not only the disciples of the Kunlun Sect who knew his usual appearance, but also the surrounding defense forces all looked at Qing Heozi due to the sudden change in the spirit of the old Taoist master.

Someone’s unexpected voice echoed through the rain.

“Why are you hesitating to answer? “The Heavenly Master is asking.”

Slosh.

Stepping through a puddle of rain accompanied by a hard voice.

At the same time, a man of about half-year-old hair, taking off his deeply pressed coat, stared at Haksu with cold eyes and continued speaking.

“Answer me, Grand Master.”

“… … !”

“… … !”

In an instant, an invisible turbulence swept over the castle walls.

No, it was something beyond astonishment.

The dead man, who is said to have already crossed the river of no return, has appeared in front of everyone.

However, unlike most people who cannot easily escape from shock, Haksu, who was silently looking at his priest, soon opened his mouth in a calm tone.

“I thought you were dead?”

“If it looked like that, it’s true.”

Crane, a man with a strange appearance who suddenly appeared, answered with a stiff expression on his face.

While stroking his own neck, which had been cut off last night, or was known as such.

“That idiot who truly cared for you is already dead. And before dawn he was reborn.”

“Then the supply and demand I saw… … .”

“It seems like you forgot. “How crowded is Xining’s prison?”

Only then did Haksu suddenly remember.

A few days ago, several leaders, including the Lord of Cheonghae Castle, were dragged out to the streets and summarily executed, but even excluding them, more than 100 criminals were waiting for judgment in prison.

And among them, I found someone whose body type was similar to Crane’s, and the existence of someone who could make a human skin mask so perfect that it deceived everyone’s attention.

“The killing star.”

Haksu, who was talking to himself, nodded slightly.

“Yes, that’s how it happened.”

His calm demeanor, which seemed to be no different from admitting everything, caused a murmur of silence to flow from the people who were watching the situation with incredulity.

Haksu, it was him.

What is the identity of the traitor who colluded with Dark Heaven?

It was none other than Zhang disciple of the Kunlun sect, who had abandoned the monastic profession he had been working for for thirty years.

And Cheong Heo-ja was looking at this appearance of his disciple, whom he wanted to believe until the end, with an indescribable gaze.

“what… … “Was it for a reason?”

At that brief question, Haksu slowly opened his lips.

“There is no need for reasons or questions. “Think only about the task at hand.”

It was an answer and a memory at the same time.

A baby born in a land beyond a distant desert heard it countless times until he grew up to be a thirteen-year-old boy.

Therefore, it is a duty and mission that is engraved into our bones and cannot be disobeyed even after decades.

“Heavenly world and heavenly world (天上天下), ten thousand devils are blessed.”

“… … !”

“That’s all. “I don’t need any more reasons.”

Haksu continued speaking while looking straight into the trembling eyes of his teacher, or rather, the person he called teacher.

With a completely different expression and voice than before.

“I often told you that. “Meeting you at Cheonghae Lake was the greatest luck of my life.”

I meant it.

Cheongheoja was a person who deserved to be called a Taoist more than anyone else, and he accepted his meeting with a boy wandering around Cheonghae Lake as fate under the pretense of coincidence.

“Thank you. “I didn’t have any special martial arts skills, so I didn’t even know that I would reach the position I am in now.”

However, Cheongheoja did not consider status or talent.

Even if the Kunlun faction had not suffered severe damage in the aftermath of the Battle of Jeongma, he would have willingly accepted Haksu as his disciple.

Just as Haksoo was raised as a Ganja, Cheongheoja was also originally that kind of person.

“Cheongheoja, it’s all thanks to you.”

The moment a bright smile appeared on his lips.

“Haksu, how dare you-!”

The lesser crane roared in anger and launched a new weapon.

No, it wasn’t just Hak who was rushing towards the traitor who turned his back on the recluse at this moment.

Squirt!

A clear divine law and extraordinary momentum.

They are called the Kunlun Ten Guests (崑崙十客), and are the elders who will succeed the Kunlun Wushen in the future and are considered an indispensable backbone of the current Kunlun Sect. They drew their swords without a moment of hesitation.

Suddenly!

As the sword light penetrated the enemy’s body, hot blood spurted out.

Chop, patter.

Fresh blood scattered on the castle walls.

And at the incredible sight seen over the shoulder of Cheong Heo-ja, who was blocking his path, Hak-ui widened his eyes.

“What is this…?” … !”

“I was getting sick of being called that.”

Haksu, or rather Ganja of Amcheon, who was looking at the five dead bodies with their throats cut and their hearts pierced, slowly raised his head.

Along with other shadows that permeated the Kunlun Sect before him or over a similar period of time.

“Six numbers. “That is my name.”

That moment.

Wow.

The Kunlun Five Gaek, now reduced to five, to be exact, the Ganja who had been raised by Dark Heaven, took out the potential power level hidden in their bosom, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Saaaa!

Amid the huge air waves that rose like wildfire, Cheongheoja’s soft words echoed in the space.

“Really, I can’t leave you behind.”

martial arts, fusion,