Biyeolmun.

'To fly fiercely...'

Although Baek Yoonjun recalled the original meaning of the Biyeolmun.

'No matter how I think about it, since it's Biyeolmun, all I can think of is stabbing from behind, stabbing despicably, and so on.'

His narrow way of thinking began to fit the word 'biyeol' (despicable) to his own standards.

'Hmm... stabbing from behind, stabbing secretly, stabbing despicably... good. I can send them off without even making eye contact.'

Baek Yoonjun, not thinking that his idea was the idea of an assassin he loathed, continued to think.

'The heart method is also secret and fast! In a way, it's similar to the original meaning of 'biyeol', 'to fly fiercely', so it's good!'

In Baek Yoonjun's mind, everything from the heart method of the Biyeolmun to its martial arts began to be reassembled and visualized.

'The heart method is secret, so even if I accumulate internal energy, my existence is not revealed at all, but since I can draw it out explosively in an instant, I can quickly approach the back of the head and send them off in one blow, right?'

A scene came to Baek Yoonjun's mind.

Biyeol, who had confirmed the opponent and was approaching from behind.

Although he had revealed his presence by exploding his internal energy in an instant, by the time the opponent had noticed, the opponent had already been hit on the back of the head and had passed away.

'Good! On top of that, so that I can notice the opponent first, it's secret, but if I make the qi sense always detect precisely!'

In Baek Yoonjun's mind, the conception of the internal energy heart method and the martial arts of the Biyeolmun was completed.

Although he had made the heart method and had reconstructed the martial arts, there was a huge obstacle in front of Baek Yoonjun.

'How do I convey this?'

Baek Yoonjun, whose nature itself was timid and timid, pondered.

'Hmm... come to think of it, I'm in the position of learning, right?'

But today's Baek Yoonjun was a little less timid, thanks to the existence of a master to whom he could pass on his own work.

'Let's show it first.'

Baek Yoonjun made a bold decision and quietly moved his feet.

'For now, since I have to avoid it, I have to detect it, right?'

Ten Thousand Li Tracking.

The movement of even a single ant around him was vividly felt by him.

'Next, since I don't want to make eye contact, I have to move secretly so as not to be caught.'

Shadowless True Qi.

Baek Yoonjun's presence itself seemed to have disappeared from the world.

'Since I'll be caught if I hit once, let's hit quickly and get out.'

Explosive Heaven Breaking.

The moment Baek Yoonjun's figure appeared in front of the wooden dummy for training, all the energy of that moment was concentrated on him, and his presence and energy exploded.

Clang!!

The wooden dummy for training, which was shattered into pieces, centered on Baek Yoonjun's touched hand.

All of this happened in a moment, to the point that one could not even blink.

Whoosh.

A fierce wind raged around Baek Yoonjun belatedly.

It was a fierce hot wind, just like Biyeol.

The Biyeol father and son, at that sight, were at a loss for words and were staring blankly with their mouths agape.

After a long silence, Biyeon unconsciously wrapped his hands around the back of his head.

'If that attack had come at me in the gambling den, instead of just being beaten?!'

The sight of a pumpkin that had rolled off a cliff and had been shattered into pieces came to his mind.

'Ugh!!'

Biyeon screamed inside, a scream that refused to come out of his mouth, and sat down on the floor.

And Biyeol was still just blinking his eyes, unable to grasp the situation.

Baek Yoonjun, who had approached such a Biyeol, politely performed a fist-and-palm salute.

"Thanks to Master's teachings, I was able to obtain a small enlightenment."

"Huh? Huh? Is that so?"

"This is that enlightenment."

Baek Yoonjun picked up a suitable tree branch from the surroundings.

'I don't prefer the oral formula form, but since it's a bit much for a disciple to touch the master's body and lead him, this is better for now.'

He began to write the oral formula on the floor with the tree branch.

First Chapter, Submerging Shadow and Erasing Traces.

Submerge in the shadow and erase the traces.

Qi Follows the Shadow and Hides.

Hide the breath following the shadow.

Breath Unites with the Earth.

Unite the breath with the earth as one.

No Thought, No Form.

Since there is no thought and no form.

Emptiness and Reality Give Birth to Each Other.

Emptiness and reality will give birth to each other.

'Since it's scary to make eye contact, I have to erase my presence and move.'

With a heart that was different from the oral formula, yet the same, Baek Yoonjun continued to write the oral formula.

Second Chapter, Reflecting Ten Thousand Forms.

Reflecting ten thousand forms.

The Spirit Terrace is Dustless.

Since there is not a single speck of dust on the mind.

All Things are Reflected.

All things are reflected clearly like a mirror.

Even a Small Movement Must be Observed.

Even a small movement must be observed.

Know First and Avoid.

Know first and avoid in advance.

'Since my energy gets drained quickly when I go to a crowded place, I have to notice quickly and get my body out.'

Unlike Baek Yoonjun's timid and petty mindset, Biyeol stared blankly at the unusual phrases.

Third Chapter, Flying Fiercely and Shattering.

Flying up and shattering fiercely.

Accumulate Momentum Like a Pond.

Accumulate momentum deeply like a pond.

Extend the Hand Like Lightning.

When extending the hand, do it like lightning.

One Strike, Certain Kill.

Since it ends with a single strike.

Even Ghosts and Gods are Amazed.

Even ghosts and gods will be amazed at its sharpness.

'Since a frontal confrontation is a bit scary, it's important to hit the back of the head and end it in one blow. It also suits the name 'Biyeol'.'

Although Baek Yoonjun was one who cut down enemies well from the front, this time, he was completely drunk on the word 'biyeol' and continued to write down the oral formula.

Fourth Chapter, Escaping the Sea of Clouds.

Escaping the body to the sea of clouds.

The Body Method is Unhindered.

Since there is no hindrance in the body movements.

Flying Far in a Moment.

Flying far in a moment.

No Trace is Left in Coming and Going.

No trace is left in coming and going.

The World is Large.

Even if the world is large, who will chase.

'If the opponent is not finished in one blow, I have to quickly get my body out and run.'

Baek Yoonjun finished the oral formula, finishing his petty and timid thoughts.

Biyeol trembled like crazy, looking at those phrases.

"But I'm illiterate..."

At Biyeol's following words, Baek Yoonjun scratched the back of his head.

'Ah, come to think of it, the illiteracy rate in this neighborhood was high.'

When Baek Yoonjun was worrying whether he should explain this with words, Biyeol quietly closed his eyes.

"For some reason, I feel something from the phrases."

With those words, Biyeol closed his eyes and fell into his inner self.

Baek Yoonjun, seeing that.

'Writing it in the oral formula form was not useless.'

He smiled and quietly beckoned to Biyeon.

Biyeon, who had seen Baek Yoonjun's beckoning, flinched as if he had seen a grim reaper beckoning, and then quickly approached Baek Yoonjun.

"D-did you call?!"

"Be quiet."

"Hic!"

Biyeon, who had answered vigorously, shut his mouth at Baek Yoonjun's words and covered it with his hand.

Baek Yoonjun, who had seen the shut-mouthed Biyeon, pointed to the floor.

"Read it."

"I'm illiterate."

"Isn't Master also illiterate?"

At Baek Yoonjun's words, Biyeon looked at his father, Biyeol.

He was sitting on the floor with his eyes closed intently, as if he had realized something.

'Hmm... what is it?'

Biyeon felt a question at that meaningful appearance.

'He looks just like someone who has realized something... but my father is a person who is embarrassing to even call a martial artist...'

Although his heart was full of questions, he could not help but stop thinking at Baek Yoonjun slowly raising his hand.

"I-I'll look!"

Biyeon hurriedly looked at the floor.

The lines were letters, and the empty spaces were empty spaces.

Although he felt a tingly sensation in his head, that was all.

Biyeon scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed and carefully opened his mouth to Baek Yoonjun.

"Well... I don't really feel anything..."

"Tsk."

Baek Yoonjun clicked his tongue as if displeased, and Biyeon flinched.

A very ominous feeling wrapped around his whole body.

"I'll have to make you learn it with your body."

The anxiety hit the mark exactly.

The corners of Baek Yoonjun's eyes glistened.

Engulfed in anxiety, Biyeon began to run away without realizing it.

Thwack!

But he could not go far due to the dull impact he felt on the back of his head.

"Do not show your back to one who has learned the martial arts of the Biyeolmun."

At Baek Yoonjun's indifferent words, the words 'our martial arts school has no such law!' almost came out, but he could not spit them out because he was scared of Baek Yoonjun.

'D-did he say not to show my back?!'

With a movement close to instinct, Biyeon looked at Baek Yoonjun head-on.

At that, Baek Yoonjun's figure became blurry.

Thwack!

The dull impact on the back of his head, which he felt again.

"Do not be at ease just because you did not show your back in front of one who has learned the martial arts of the Biyeolmun."

At the words heard indifferently from the back of his head, Biyeon screamed.

'What am I supposed to do!!'

Of course, he could not spit it out because he was scared of Baek Yoonjun.

Thwack! Thwack!! Thwack, thwack!!

"Ack! Ugh! Ugh!"

In the training ground of the Biyeolmun, a dull sound with a strange rhythm and screams echoed without mercy.

And in the middle of that sound, Biyeol was facing his past, facing his inner self with his eyes closed.

His whole family had died from a plague, and only one son was left.

From then on, Biyeol had been obsessed with power.

However, it did not last long.

Biyeol, who had faced his limits early on, had returned to his hometown and had opened a small martial arts school.

There was no way it would do well.

The village, which had already been swept by a plague once, was extremely gloomy, and his son, who had a big head, had become crooked.

A futile and futile time.

And so, to him, who was just waiting for the day he would die, now.

A miracle had happened.

The energy boiling up from within.

Biyeol realized that this was the so-called internal energy.

That internal energy, following the guidance of the phrases he had just seen, began to take its place in his inner self and form a shape.

The internal energy firmly took its place below his navel and created a frame.

Biyeol realized that this was the so-called dantian, which he had only heard of.

"Phew."

Biyeol, having organized his inner self, slowly opened his eyes.

Thwack! Thwack, thwack! Thwack!

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!"

At that, in his eyes, came his son, who was being hit hard on the back of his head, and Baek Yoonjun, who was hitting the back of his son's head in time with the rhythm.

'Who is that person?'

Biyeol, who felt a question about Baek Yoonjun, soon shook his head.

'If that person claims to be my disciple, I will just act accordingly.'

Biyeol composed himself.

Feeling the huge power that had taken its place in his inner self, he looked at the two disciples of the Biyeolmun with satisfaction.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"Keoheok! Keok! Keok!"

Only Biyeol was satisfied.

Biyeon, who was being beaten, was at his wit's end.

The back of his head, and on top of that, he was being hit continuously only on the place he had been hit.

Although he should have lost consciousness at this point of pain, for some reason, his mind only became clearer.

The pain of being hit continuously only on the same place, which came from a vivid, clear mind, was indescribably painful.

'How long will this hell, which is like purgatory, continue?!'

And so, as Biyeon was screaming inside, Baek Yoonjun continued to aim only at the back of Biyeon's head and hit him.

However, he was not hitting him without any thought.

'Is this brat's martial talent above Yuhwa's and below Yungae's?'

Baek Yoonjun was grasping Biyeon's ability.

As far as he had grasped until now, his martial talent was at least above Tang Yuhwa's.

'Come to think of it, I've never seen a person whose martial talent is less than Yuhwa's.'

Baek Yoonjun carefully pondered whether his own standards were strange.

In his mind, Baek Sowol, who was the most outstanding among the disciples he had taught, naturally came to mind.

'Did Sowol, who I thought had no martial talent, actually have an ability?'

Baek Yoonjun recalled the time when he had taught Baek Sowol.

Since it was the first time he was teaching a disciple, it was a time when he was adjusted to his own standards at that time.

-Sowol-ah, it seems you have no talent.

At that time, it seemed he had said similar words all the time.

In fact, at that time, Baek Yoonjun had thought that Baek Sowol's martial talent was terrible.

However, recently, as he had been wandering outside a lot, he had seen countless humans whose martial talent was less than Baek Sowol's.

'Uh... um... if I really saw it wrong, I'm a little sorry...'

Baek Yoonjun felt sorry for Baek Sowol inside.

Thwack! Thwack!

While not stopping hitting the back of Biyeon's head.

---

In a deep part of a certain mountain range, the day after the Namgung family had burned.

Drip. Drip, drip.

From the darkening sky, raindrops were falling little by little.

In the place where the raindrops had fallen.

"Ugh..."

Baek Sowol, who was covered in blood and was blackened in various places, was collapsed and was letting out a groan.

In Baek Sowol's mind, the memory of just before flashed by.

The man in the black robe who had appeared in front of her.

Although his appearance was exactly the same as her master's, his actions were completely different.

-Hand over the sword.

The black man who had demanded the sword from her with a face as if he had no emotions.

Baek Sowol had naturally refused that demand.

Since the White Iron Clear Dew was currently the only connection between Baek Sowol and her master.

Since it was the affection of her master that had been bestowed upon her.

(End of Chapter)