Chapter 295 – 295. How the Heavenly Killer Survives

It may sound a bit absurd, but Hwa-yeon’s plan worked better than expected.

‘Sang-gong did not hesitate to share, except for some, whether it was rising martial arts or new engineering school. Why don’t we play martial arts?’

Armless arm.

In a word, the act of valuing and selling martial arts like a merchant. But it was really effective.
From the martial arts shared by me as a celestial saint who ascended to the prefecture at a young age, to the numerous martial arts created with my colleagues. At least, he had a lot of martial arts in his head that would satisfy the five generations and the old family, and he was enough to silence them.

‘No, such a heinous scheme!’
‘Amitabha. The decryption sword is like this!’
‘Thousands? What is that? Are you eating?’

The proposal I made by sending them an alter ego was not a big deal. He passed on martial arts that would help them rise and asked them to cast a vote for ‘I haven’t committed any crimes, so let’s just leave it for now.’
Although he killed Shi Huangdi and numerous officials, he came to kill me first and started a fight, desperately pleading that he could not be beaten to death quietly.

I wondered if this would work, and when I saw that it worked so well, I was dumbfounded.

I wonder if the name of the agenda in the Murim Alliance was [Meeting on the Black Flame Dragon Army] Rather than [Meeting on the Celestial Killing Star]. Although he was a heavenly killer, there was a strong atmosphere that he would be recognized as the Black Flame Dragon Commander.
According to Hwa-yeon’s calculations, the result was ‘Let’s leave it alone’.

A large number of factions who could participate in the meeting participated, but the five major generations, including the Gupabang, sided with me, so even if the majority agreed to the opinion of the radical faction to kill, the result could not be overturned.

“Whoops. Everything is as I expected.”

Hwa-yeon, who covered her mouth and smiled like a black man, looked more like a sapper than when she was a bandit. No, it’s not like I’m not a bandit even now.

While maintaining her status as the King of Green Forest, she sent her a slip saying that now that she had started dating me, she would stay here, and she was the one who resolved the order with a slip.

“Were you sure it was going to be like this?”
“Yes. They wield power in the name of factional faction, but their base of action is after all material greed. They need money to feed their disciples and provide them with high-quality uniforms and cold weapons to increase their strength. Jeolhak, which contains a group of rises to that extent, is priceless. Especially now that there is no one in the political faction who can follow the martial arts of the life and death world, the martial arts taught directly by Sanggong even as an alter ego are added.”
“…Is that why you liked it so much?”

How much did future comrades hone their martial arts in order to survive? He even forged so much that he completely changed his martial arts from the middle and came to the point of inventing a new martial arts that was completely similar but with a different texture.
At Hwa-yeon’s suggestion, I just passed it on in advance by sending alter egos to each of the giant clans.

But who would have known that he would like it while biting into crab bubbles like that?

If I knew it would be like this, I would like to release martial arts in the past, but I shook my head. Now, since Lu Dong-bin is under the constraints of the law of causality and will soon be able to enter, it is okay to release it, but if she solved it in the past, the midfield would have rebelled against the civil war.
Unlike the forces that gradually built up one by one and became huge, those who rapidly and rapidly gained strength tend to have strange thoughts in their lungs.

It is not for nothing that the blood demons and their colleagues are told not to completely pass on their martial arts to their past selves.

Still, since Lu Dongbin’s resurrection was imminent, I decided to pass it on at my own discretion, so it was according to Hwayeon’s plan. Thanks to this, even though it became known that he was a heavenly killer, and even though he harassed Shi Huangdi and the government forces, there was no real criticism.
It is a situation where all the officials who will manage the emperor and the imperial family have been swept away.

There was an uproar on the part of the imperial family, but it was because he was the emperor who killed all other members of the imperial family and did not give birth to blood in order to dictate the regime.
It is said that now the ministers have come to a situation where they are plotting tricks to gain even a little more power.

He killed the head emperor, Shi Huangdi, and put the military department at a standstill, but in the first place, there was a violation of governmental inviolability, and even if it crossed the line, it was self-defense.
In addition, he actively expressed his intention that he did not want to be entangled with the coffin any longer, and made a huge donation to the imperial family, no… Now, he convinced the ministers by paying the fee to the imperial palace, which was called the imperial family.

“Among them, the biggest thing is that if the Commerce continues to be hostile, they must have declared that they would move their residence to the Heavenly Demon Church or the North Sea Ice Palace instead of the central plains.”
“That’s right. There was that too. I should be grateful to my father-in-law and Baek-ah.”

If the two hadn’t eloquently expressed their opinions as if they were welcoming me, the political faction wouldn’t have been alarmed. Right now, I’m like a gyereuk, so if I keep pressing, I’ll go to the Cheonma Shinkyo or the North Sea Ice Palace, so I have to hurry up to make a choice.

“It’s really fortunate that the high school didn’t just randomly kill those who were annoying or immoral. Thanks to that, it was easy to devise a strategy.”
“…Because I can’t destroy what my colleagues hoped for in the future.”

I’ve said it many times, but if it weren’t for my comrades at the time, I would have effectively destroyed the reverse rotation without caring about how many hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of people died in the modern age.

By separating the Munpa from the Sega and causing them to get caught up in the casualties that occur in the process, they gnaw away at the Yeokcheonhoe.
Or making a fake bidong in the area managed by the government army and turning the traitor’s buds into a handful of blood.
Either that, or just join the outsiders to invade and destroy the midfield, and with a new organization reorganization, find the reverse heaven and destroy it.

There were so many effective methods in a much shorter time, excluding human casualties. But that’s why I don’t look at the face of the colleagues who pointed me out and brought me back.

“I see. I really envy them.”
“Why?”
“Because in the future I couldn’t even meet the sky. If I had survived and joined the survivors and entered the fence of the sky, I would have been treated with respect. It’s a pity not to be able to do that.”
“…It sucks.”

Now, we’ve gotten to know each other’s bodies and even know how many moles there are on each other’s bodies.
It seems that Hwa-yeon still feels a great sense of incongruity whenever a piece of the King of Green Forest is overlaid on her.

Is that why? I can feel her remorse as if my prejudice against her, as if she were discriminating against her past, discriminates against her.

“Whoops. You don’t have to forcefully put the old me in, Sanggong. It’s just a waste, there’s no regret.”

Did he see through to the fact that my appearance was uncomfortable?
It was Hwayeon who came to me with a friendly smile and put me in her arms. He buries my face into the valley of the chest that physically practices that kindness and strokes the back of my head.

I didn’t want to take her face away from her plump bosom, so I rolled my eyes upward and looked up at her without tilting her head.

She was lovely and she had her face hard to get her to know what to do. With an eye-smile dripping with affection, my lips twitch at the pervasive expression of serious conflict about where to bite and suck my lips.
It’s been about half a year since we hugged and enjoyed each other’s body temperature.

“Can I… Head to the bedroom?”
“It’s okay to monopolize today.”
“…You speak very sweetly.”

It was Jegal Hwa-yeon who went straight to the bedroom as soon as he said that he could take the night to himself.

By the way,

‘No, I’ve never been asked to hug the monarch?’

I was embarrassed to see who would see it.

Fortunately, no one else saw this spectacle. If you saw it, you had to force the memory erasure, so it was a relief.

***

On the other hand, the remaining high-ranking officials in the imperial family are becoming a fierce battle to eat power by performing tricks.
Originally, Kang-ho, which should have been more rumored, was facing a peaceful period.

‘I didn’t know that the decision at that time would come back like this.’

Would it have been possible to simply give each school and family a new engineering school that was appropriate for their weapons? At that time, what I passed on was a martial art of ascension that would be helpful for the development of one’s own martial arts even though it was self-learning.
And, of course, since it was a martial art, it was passed on implicitly only to masters or family heads.

Coincidentally, however, all of the Gupabang and the Five Greats gained enlightenment, albeit in small ways, and began to focus on martial arts training, even if it wasn’t until the closure.

With all the chiefs engrossed in training together, of course there is no choice but to be quiet. Only the Murimmaeng, who are closest to the forces that practice chivalry, do not immerse themselves in training and do good deeds, so there is no problem.

Usually, when there is an accident in the inn, a doorpaw on the back of the inn pops out and drags the walpae away and frees it with a little damage or a small amount of money.
But the Murim Meng has nothing like that. If he is just caught, he will have to be imprisoned unconditionally, so if the gangsters resist being taken away, then he will be beaten like a dog.

Since they are loyal warriors, which can be said to be the public power of Murim, there is no reason to be hindered by other forces.

What I did during this brief period of peace was simple.

“Abuah.”
“Paaaaa.”
“Oops. Yes, yes. How have you been, my princesses?”

It was delayed parenting.