The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 58

Episode 58 attitude of doing nothing

The day after killing Daenakchal.

I began the daily life of the Black Cat Ark with diligence and sincerity. The good thing about the Ark is that you don’t have to do anything on days when you don’t want to do anything.

Today, I planned not to harass my subordinates, threaten them, or give them any orders. I washed as soon as I woke up and didn’t do anything even after eating.

With the attitude of not actively doing anything, I put on the black robe of the Ark and headed to the inner circle. The subordinates, who had finished eating in the morning, were training while receiving a sharp glare from So Gunpyeong.

I ignored the greetings of the commander-in-chief, and I also ignored the greetings of other subordinates.

I just sat back and watched my subordinates training in silence.

It was a sunny day.

Every time the wind blew, unidentified flower petals fluttered.

For a moment, I looked up at some trees planted on the outskirts of the inner garden. It was a pretty tree with mixed white and pink flowers.

I don’t know the name.

I knew quite a few names of martial arts and herbivores, but I always tend to forget the names of flowers and trees. I couldn’t memorize it at all. In severe cases, I would forget the name of the flower I saw today when I saw it again a few days later.

The same goes for the flower trees planted in the inner garden of the Black Cat Room.

I was just looking at it because it was pretty.

As my subordinates kept looking at me standing under the flower tree, So Gunpyeong said.

“Concentrate.”

“yes.”

I also concentrated and looked up at the flower tree.

There were a lot of flower petals fallen on the floor.

I walked around for a while, avoiding the flower petals.

My subordinates began training again, and I moved around, catching the flower petals fluttering every time the wind blew.

Who planted such pretty flowers in my garden?

I don’t know who he was, but he seems to have been a genius.

From the moment my subordinates began to sweat, I sat cross-legged in the place where the most flower petals fell and closed my eyes.

I started eating breakfast.

It wasn’t a very long time, but I was getting stronger, and my subordinates were also getting stronger as they continued their external training.

I drew the energy of heavenly jade, opened a path through the mind method, circulated it through the body, and then piled it up one by one in the Danjeon.

A few flower petals fluttered and fell on the top of my head.

When So Gunpyeong shouted several times, his subordinates’ screams also had depth.

Life is painful all over again.

How much time has passed?

As soon as I felt bored with Ungi Breakfast, I immediately stopped and opened my eyes.

At that moment, the subordinates were also taking a break, sprawled out on the floor. It seems like quite a bit of time has passed.

I got up and picked out the black cat.

When I suddenly drew my sword, my subordinates’ eyes widened.

I held the black cat and walked around among the fluttering flower petals. Because the petals fell without any regularity, I sometimes pierced the space between the petals with a knife.

It was a futile and meaningless stabbing.

But it’s okay.

Anything that happens doesn’t mean much at first.

In front of my subordinates, I swung my sword and blended into the flower petals. Even when Sogunpyeong resumed training a while later, I continued to swing my sword.

Stab between petals as well.

He chased after flower petals and caught them on the back of his knife. Then, she cut off a particularly lonely falling flower petal with a black cat.

The petals laughed at me and walked away.

Life is a series of failures.

So I swung the knife repeatedly, cutting the petals, grazing the petals, hitting the petals, and placing the petals on the knife.

The wind blew once, creating a breeze at the bottom of the falling petals of the rainforest tree, causing the petals to flutter in the form of scattered leaves.

I pulled the flying petals back to the blade.

The method is simple.

While holding the black cat, a very weak amount of absorption therapy was injected. The blade, which had a slightly stronger suction power than the wind, became the leader of the petals and advanced.

After a while, the voice of Sogunpyeong, who judged that his subordinates’ concentration had become too distracted, was heard.

“Stop for a moment, rest.”

Now, Sogunpyeong also sat down with his subordinates and watched me.

I mixed the Taoist method with the Heupseongdaebeop and then forgot the Dobeop and the Heupseongdaebeop.

It just moved happily and cheerfully with the fluttering flower petals.

When I felt that I had become somewhat accustomed to the weight, movement, and influence of the wind, I began cutting the falling petals while infusing the blade with the energy of the wood world.

The pink petals are at their best.

The white petals are also amazing.

Letters were engraved into the flower pattern that was held in the air by holding it with a sword.

1, 2, 3.

It was easy up to this point, but I gave up on number four.

Again, humanity and mind succeeded, but heaven gave up because it was difficult.

My method has not yet reached the sky.

I swung my sword as best as I could.

Then the stabbing was repeated.

He stabbed the petals with the tip of the black cat’s knife, but the petals escaped alive every time.

‘It’s so difficult to prick the petals.’

It was difficult to win because the petals were extremely light.

And this kind of stabbing did not go well with the sword.

After failing to stab him dozens of times, I put the black cat back in its sheath. Then Sogunpyeong, who was watching, called me.

“Ark, please take it.”

When I turned around, Su Junpyeong threw a sword at me.

As soon as I caught the sword that So Gunpyeong threw, I pulled it out. It was an ordinary long sword that felt much lighter than the fairly heavy Black Cat.

I swung my sword and concentrated on stabbing the petals.

He used the wooden world, then the fire world, and then switched to the cock fighting mentality. When three attempts in a row failed, I moved lightly without applying any energy at all.

Moving like flower petals.

It swung like the wind.

I moved with the intention of playing with the flower petals.

When it saw me, it tilted its head and stabbed the exact center of the falling flower petal with its sword, while stopping all movement and breathing in an instant.

There was a flower petal pierced at the tip of the sword.

Suddenly, I looked at my subordinates with my sword lowered, and they were all smiling with their mouths closed.

I laughed too.

People who fail tend to smile when they succeed.

I looked at the flower tree that had taken the trouble to scatter its petals for me.

“What flower tree is this?”

It seemed like it was such a ridiculous question that everyone here and there answered it in unison.

“It’s a plum tree.”

“Oh, did you?”

I gave it a simple name so as not to forget the plum tree and the moment I pricked its petals.

“Then, let’s call it Plum Blossom Sword Technique.”

Sogunpyeong asked as if he was curious.

“Have you perfected a new sword technique here?”

I answered while looking around at Sogunpyeong and his subordinates.

“No, this is just the beginning. It just blends in with the flower petals, and then you move on, thinking that this is what it feels like. Where is perfection in martial arts? If you swing it repeatedly every day, you will gradually improve it. You should also practice when a lot of flower petals fall. Instead, it would be better to use a sword to practice this.”

Sogunpyeong, who uses Yaraedo, asked.

“Is the Tao difficult?”

“If you’re not going to stab me, it’s okay. But in the overall flow, the highlight of the process we just unfolded was stabbing. Still, in the process, it doesn’t matter whether you swing a sword or a sword. “What’s more important is swinging it every day.”

I asked, feeling hungry.

“I’m hungry right now. Is it time to eat?”

“Yes, it’s already lunch.”

“Let’s eat something.”

Sogunpyeong looked around and said to me.

“The meal will already be ready inside. Please eat first.”

As I was about to enter the main hall, I was startled and stopped. Hongshin, who was sitting on the podium, appears to have been watching.

“Sama Hong.”

“Yes, Ambassador.”

“You’re a thief, too, spying on my German martial arts skills… … .”

I couldn’t bear to say the word “year.”

Hongshin responded.

“Isn’t the Plum Blossom Sword Technique too weak for its name?”

“Should we call it the Naksachalgeombeop?”

“I think the plum blossoms will last longer.”

“Let’s eat something.”

Hongshin replied while looking at the falling petals.

“I’m going to look around a little more here. “Do it first.”

I entered the main hall, looking at Hongshin who looked like he was about to run out among the fluttering flower petals.

The meal preparation has already been completed.

However, Geumhae, who stayed the night with Hongshin like a gourmet, was waiting for me with a feast in front of me.

“You’re so busy looking at food that you can’t even take a peek at my German martial arts skills…” … .”

As I was about to say “bastard pig,” I went back in. As he was looking at the pig priest who was just eating rice, the word “pig” did not come out.

Geumhae nodded.

“Please eat. Ambassador type. “Today is full of completely new side dishes.”

A man sitting down in a black cat room to eat, that is forbidden.

Anyway, I wasn’t going to bother my subordinates today and I was going to leave the priests alone, so I sat down and started eating.

Geumhae asked me while eating.

“I guess Sister Hong doesn’t eat?”

I responded with a puzzled expression.

“Were you sentenced to death?”

Geumhae nodded as if it was natural.

“yes.”

“But why did you get slapped?”

“I thought deeply about that too. Is this really a normal situation? no. It cannot exist in a prestigious political faction. The death penalty slap from the Four Sisters? He should be excommunicated. But aren’t we also a prestigious political faction? It’s kind of dark. In Heukdo, Samae is indeed executed… … ? How dare you? I’ll have to scold you soon. Even though I didn’t have that thought, I was robbed of my strength by my brother-in-law. Samae Hong’s skills are also quite deep. “This is not an easy problem.”

I dozed off for a while while eating.

“… … .”

If I had concentrated on eating, I wouldn’t have dozed off, but listening to Geumhae’s words made me drowsy. I could vaguely hear Geumhae’s voice.

“Great type?”

“Uh, huh?”

“I guess you’re tired.”

“Uh, okay. Let’s eat.”

While eating, Geumhae’s words came to mind and I asked this.

“So, to sum it up, you like Hongshin?”

Geumhae responded with a puzzled expression.

“Did you dream?”

“no?”

“It can’t be. “Who would a fat guy like me trust?”

“What bullshit.”

“Do you know how fat people feel?”

“You have to be fat to know.”

“Then don’t talk.”

After a while, I suddenly looked at Geumhae.

“Wow, it tastes really good.”

Geumhae used his chopsticks at a faster pace and fried the rice.

“I lost my strength to the great master, so I need to eat a lot. “What’s left is to eat.”

“The logic of the fat man’s invincibility is as strong as a sword. “I mean, he’s going to eat it somehow.”

“Invincible logic? It hasn’t even started. A family called Geumsan Sangdan, never-ending funds, and their youngest son. Money is money, martial arts is martial arts. What if I lose weight too? The men of the world cannot handle it. If you have everything, you get envious and jealous. “You have to do it in moderation.”

“He was the youngest son of a chaebol family.”

“yes.”

“In some ways, he seemed like the youngest. So I got slapped.”

Within a day of deciding not to do anything, I was craving a priest.

After I finished eating, I went back to the podium in the inner circle. Geumhae put down his chopsticks and followed me, probably because he had decided to lose weight for three days.

I crossed my arms for a moment, watching the situation unfolding in the hospital.

Geumhae came out late and looked at the people with a mesmerized expression.

“Why are your subordinates so damned?”

The subordinates who came back from eating were all swinging their swords to cut off flower petals during their break.

Among them were Sogunpyeong and Hongsin… … .

Sogunpyeong was sitting cross-legged with a serious expression on his face at the place where the most flower petals had fallen.

Hongshin was swinging his sword with a flower in his hair.

Geumhae let out a sigh.

“It went around as a group.”

I sat down on the platform and looked at my subordinates who were going crazy with fun with a serious expression.

“good. doing well.”

Geumhae said as he sat down next to me.

“It’s Gwangmyobang (狂卯幇).”

I hummed a song cheerfully while looking at my subordinates and sister-in-law, who looked extremely good-looking.

“I could feel the scent of plum blossoms in the swaying flowers.”

Geumhae, who had nothing to do, listened from the side, nodded his head a few times and applauded to the beat.

My subordinates, dancing with swords in the flower petals.

I sing a song.

The fat priest cheered with applause.

It was pleasant.

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