Heavenly Demon Instructor Novel

63

[It's delicious because I ate it after a long time.]

“It’s been a long time, how long? I ate the day before yesterday.”

Park Hyunsoo put away the neatly emptied pot and hung it on the other side.

[It's been a long time since yesterday.]

- Hyunsoo! I want to eat it too. Ramen! Ramen!

“You can’t even touch it.”

- Hing.

Harley looked at the table with a little bit of red broth with a sullen look on her face.

I skimmed through the broth with my finger, but it just passed through, but there was nothing on my finger.

- his grandfather. What does it taste like?

[What taste? Hmm… … It's salty, slightly sweet, and the flavor is amazing. The noodles are plump than I thought, and they are chewy every time you chew them. I just ate, but I imagined that I wanted to eat another bowl?]

“Eat later, later. It’s bad for your health.”

[I'm already dead, but what else is bad for my health?]

That's right.

sometimes forgot

Chungyeong was a ghost and was brought to Earth by an unknown force.

Come to think of it, I remembered the first time I became his disciple.

‘I forgot.’

There is only one reason Chungyeong teaches herself.

It was to return to his hometown.

He ended up saying that he would find a way to become an S-class hunter as his top priority.

Park Hyunsoo looked at his mentor while washing the dishes.

Even though he became S-class, Chungyeong never spoke of that day's promise.

Did he forget like himself?

It didn't seem like that.

There is no way that a ghost has dementia, nor will they forget their hometown.

‘Should I speak up first?’

But if the master returns, what about me?

Thinking like that, my mind went blank.

Chungyeong was a strong support for him and a driving force that instilled confidence.

And he was an ally he would never betray.

Currently, it is not an exaggeration to say that Chungyeong occupied more than half of Park Hyunsoo's life.

I could no longer imagine life without my teacher by my side.

[The old man is so light.]

-Hahaha! It tickles!

Chungyeong was giving Harley a plane ride with a worldly face.

The Harley, who rumbled above it, seemed the only peaceful in the world that was not at peace.

If it continues now.

‘I can’t.’

Park Hyunsoo took off his rubber gloves and sat down in front of his mentor.

“Master.”

[Why all of a sudden?]

"at that time… … .”

[at that time?]

Chungyeong put the Harley aside and asked.

Park Hyunsoo was about to make a promise, but his lips wouldn't break.

[What?]

“Oh, no. I’ll do some practice.”

In the end, he couldn't speak.

Park Hyunsoo ran into the black hole.

Chungyeong looked at the black hole and sighed a little.

[Stupid guy.]

- Hyunsoo Are you stupid?

[okay. He's very stupid.]

- Park Hyunsoo is an idiot!

Chungyeong patted Harley's hair, smiling softly.[I'm kinda sleepy.]

Are you sleepy?

I haven't been sleepy once since I was in this state.

Naturally, I meditated, but I did not sleep.

However, I was strangely sleepy today.

As if I could sleep if I close my eyes right now.

[Sleep a little for spare money.]

-good night.

I saw Harley bowing her head.

Chungyeong roughly lay on the floor and closed her eyes.

* * *

A seaside with a nostalgic atmosphere.

Chungyeong saw the waves crashing on the sandy beach.

"This place?"

The misty fog and the dark sky were wet as if it would rain at any time.

Chungyeong walked towards the sea.

When the rippling waves hit her ankles, it crumbled into white foam.

However, neither shoes nor clothes were wet.

He put his feet on the water.

It was a sea that did not stand still for a moment, but it was not difficult for Chungyeong to stand on it.

He walked on the sea as if he were walking on land.

He didn't know where he was going.

However, it seemed that the answer could be found by going to the far end of the horizon.

‘More than that, I’m used to it.’

It's the first place I've been to, so why?

I have only been to the sea in my life, so there is no way I can't remember it.

A place where unfamiliarity and familiarity coexist.

Chungyeong walked forward and looked under the water.

Perhaps it was the influence of the weather, the seawater looked cloudy.

He bent down and put his hand in the sea.

The sea water was lukewarm.

Shaking his hands and trying to walk again.

“Lord.”

A familiar voice was heard.

Chungyeong looked back at him with wide eyes.

There stood a middle-aged man with a long, thick scar on his face.

“… … Seo Il-ah!”

Seo-il Kang, a loyal subordinate who sacrificed himself long ago to protect himself.

Why is he here?

More than 50 years have passed since Kang Seo-il's death.

The sadness at that time could not withstand the winds and waves of time and disappeared.

However, seeing this brings back memories of that day, the sadness that he thought had disappeared came back to life.

“Are you really Seo-il?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Is this the underworld?”

If the author was the real Seoil, this place could only be the underworld.

Because he himself was on the verge of dying, and Seo-il was already dead.

‘Is that sleepiness death?’

However, the words that came out of Seo Il's mouth completely denied his thoughts.

“No, my lord.”

“Then where is this place? You must be... … .”

"Yes. I lost my life while blocking the attack by the factions by myself to escape my master.”

Seeing Seo-il Kang speaking calmly, Chungyeong vividly recalled the memories of that day.

This was when Chungyeong had just defeated the Kunlunpa and occupied the Cheonghae land.

It didn't rain like here that day, but it was a foggy day and the sky was overcast with dark clouds.

Chungyeong was moving with the Heavenly Demon's evil spirits to explore the next destination, Sacheon.

The Akhodae was a reconnaissance unit of the Heavenly Demon Church and led by Kang Seo-il, the Changma (槍魔) of the Ten Demons.

Even when I first set foot on the land of Sacheon, I did not think that I would be attacked by factions.

But hopefully it catches people.

In order to capture them from the Moorimmaeng, the total body of the faction Moorim, they had finished meticulous preparations in Sacheon.

It was an instant when Abigail Hwan unfolded.

Even Chungyeong could not easily break through the ambition of hundreds of masters.

The masters of the Moorim Meng who came with the determination to become a Donggwi-jin were those who were called nerds in the Moorim.

Among them, there was also the Jincheon Pae, well known as the best leader of the faction Moorim.

Although it was one step down compared to Chungyeong, his skills were genuine, and the band suffered near annihilation.

Chungyeong risked death and tried to kill everyone there.

But he couldn't.

‘If the master dies here, the Heavenly Demon Church will be erased from history from that day on. So retreat. I will stop it with all my might.’

Heavenly Demon Church was the Heavenly Demon.

If you lose Chunma, you will not only lose huge power, but you will also lose everyone you trust and follow.

In the midst of such a chaos, there is no way to stop the air raids of the Moorimmaeng.

Chungyeong had no choice but to leave Kang Seo-il alone and run away.

It was Chungyeong's first and last escape.

After that, Chungyeong raised the army and pushed to Sacheon, Seoan, and Seomseo, comforting the souls of Seoil Kang and Akhodae.

That was already 50 years ago.

“Tell me what happened!”

Kang Seo-il was one of Chungyeong's most cherished subordinates.

How agonized and how angry he was at his death.

Didn't he directly remove the extremities of the Jincheon Pavilion so that he could neither die nor live?

Seo-il Kang looked up at the cloudy sky with a light smile.

“Sir. We don’t have much time.”

“What do you mean?”

“When that day comes, never hesitate.”

“Seoil-ah!”

"never."

Kang Seo-il's new model gradually faded.

* * *

Chungyeong's eyes widened.

He jumped up and looked around.

In the corner of the ceiling, there was mold and a messy room, and Harley was playing alone on the blanket.

‘What was that dream just now?’

It was too vivid to be a dream.

When I checked the time, an hour had passed.

Seeing that Park Hyunsoo was not there, it seemed that he was still in training.

Chungyeong left Harley behind and went into the black hole.

“Suck!”

Park Hyunsoo was seen playing the second half of the Pacheon Horse Championship in turn.

The naegong has become more refined than before, and it has become natural to pour naegong where necessary.

The sword he was wearing seemed sturdy.

I really grew up a lot.

Chungyeong leaned back and quietly watched the disciples' training.

‘What if Hyunsoo had been to Heavenly Demon?’

He was probably challenged by many later exponents.

And through many defeats and victories, it must have gradually established itself as the next Heavenly Demon.

It's the character's personality that catches the eye.

He was too weak to walk the magic road.

The fighting spirit that he sometimes shows was also closer to the right path than the magic.

‘He deserves to be here.’

Although he is a disciple of Chunma, Park Hyunsoo will not become Chunma.

I wonder if he will ever be able to go there together in the first place.

"what? Since when have you been here?”

Park Hyunsoo, who had just finished training, ran to Chungyeong, sweating profusely.

[He came a while ago.]

“How was it just now? My proficiency has improved quite a bit.”Park Hyunsoo was smiling while looking at the skill graph.

Perhaps because he learned a sense of combat in a battle with a knight, his proficiency increased quite a bit.

Chungyeong looked like a puppy waving his tail for praise from Park Hyunsoo.

[Well done.]

"Yes?"

Chungyeong smiled and praised, and Park Hyunsoo widened his eyes.

[Good job.]

“Oh, no. What did you eat wrong?”

[what?]

“Why is a yangban like this today, who rarely compliments himself? I’ll make you chicken.”

Park Hyunsoo patted his back, rubbing his forearm.

Chungyeong burst out laughing at his absurd face.

[haha. Didn't I ask how you are?]

“Of course I knew you were going to be insulted.”

[Is this guy swearing so much that he's done a pervert? Hey, baby.]

“Now you look like a teacher.”

[what? Fuhahaha!]

"haha. Master, don’t come near me.”

Park Hyunsoo slowly walked backwards, watching the teacher slowly approaching.

[good. No, shall we adjust to your taste?]

"no. No need to.”

[Come here!]

"Ahh!"

Park Hyunsoo ran far away from his teacher.

Chungyeong did not follow, but crossed his arms with a grin.

How long will this life go on?

Seo-il's face came to mind.

‘What did you mean?’

That said, don't hesitate.

what the hell

* * *

“Master, are you really going?”

“There is nothing I can’t go to.”

A man in a black suit is chasing after a woman who appears to be about 150 cm tall with a bewildered face.

She was wearing a red cheongsam with her two-pronged hair on her buns, and she was wearing high heels.

It looked like a child mimicking an adult.

But if she knew the woman's identity, she would never say such a thing out of her mouth.

“Master Chingran! Please reconsider!”

Qingran frowned at the man's persistent request.

“I’m going, but are you stopping me?”

“That, not that.”

“I know. What is the state of Korea? what did that mean? There may still be dangers, so let's wait until it calms down and then visit?"

Qing Lan's eyes narrowed.

who the hell is she

She was a member of the Black Dragon Society, the world's largest guild, and one of the S-Class Hunters, and was the supreme authority in China.

In her China, she was the king, and even her chieftain only bowed her head in front of her.

“I announced that I had already captured all the terrorists on the battery,” she said.

“Now, there may be a potential danger… … .”

"conflict!"

A tiger-like energy emanated from Chingran's body.

They are located at Beijing International Airport.

There were quite a few people, so their eyes were all focused on Chingran.

“I’m going quietly, but don’t make a noise for nothing.”

The man wanted to say that he had already become noisy, but he kept his mouth shut, knowing the nature of Chingran.

“Let’s go.”

"Yes."

No one in China could stop Qingran.

With small but dignified steps, she boarded her plane to Korea.

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