Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation

Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation Chapter 48

Saekma, Eummugi (1) Seolhui was practicing in a spacious space.

Obviously, like a wealthy family, there was a large annex next to the bed.

It is also large enough for personal use.

“I need to learn the skill of the wind god… … .” A technique that I neglected for a while because I was immersed in the thought of 'perfect movement' for a while.

Nevertheless, he wanted to learn the ability that he could never ignore, the best among the skills he had given him.

◆ Four great geek maegong style.

Characteristic Skill Table ◆ Wind God: → N (Neutral) ↓↘, A [4.5x speed]

The expression neutral in the skill table was an unfamiliar word.

And there was no way to know what 4.5x speed meant.

The only clue, though, is that the AI guy was really fast enough to unfold in an instant.

“By doing this… … .” Seolhui remembered the movements the AI did at the time and tried to move them in the same way.

But there was no change.

Unlike before, this time around, it was difficult to write skills even if you knew the meaning to a certain extent.

“It seems that the technology has gone as if the body is moving forward… … .” Seolhui decided to try again from the beginning.

Judging from the AI's motion, double speed seems to mean that it has to move faster than usual.

Such was the superficial interpretation.

That was also the meaning of neutral, standing in the middle.

“Ha!” same action.

faster movement.

And a change in speed that makes a small change.

Seolhui spurred practice by changing the movements dozens or even hundreds of times.

Did an hour pass like that? While he was resting for a while, he could hear people's conversations in his ears.

It was the effect of the white ridge hearing technique, which was learned in the follow-up training class.

“Did he really come?” “What are you doing? You have to stop what you are doing.” “Where are you?” I glanced out the window and saw people moving somewhere.

And around the time the commotion subsided, Seolhui raised his sword for training again.

But just then, Seokdu appeared.

"Leader.

Did you hear me?” “… … What are you talking about?” "Yes.

Neighbors say that the man who will marry the master sojourner is coming here.

What kind of Confucius did you say he was, but...

… .” "marriage?" "Yes.

So everyone is going to see him.

Would you like to visit the captain too?” “Why am I going there?” Still, in the midst of not being able to find a way to use the wind god skill, he had no intention of resting.

Of course, that was until I heard it.

“I knew you would.

They say you're from the Volcano group, but you can't fight...

… ?” "volcano? Did I just say you were from a volcano?” "Yes.

That's what I heard.” wow.

Seolhui's face contorted in an instant.

volcanic waves.

The sect who led the family to death by holding hands with the main school's Taehwanggakju.

Hearing about the place to which these people who wouldn't mind grinding their bones belonged to, it felt like blood gushing upside down.

“Go ahead.” "Yes?" Seolhui immediately retrieved the short sword.

It was interesting to see what he looked like.

“Would you like to go see your face?” * * * Again.

There is a pavilion called Gwanjijeong (款識亭) at the back of the inner garden and in the center of the back garden.

The original meaning of 'Kwanji' refers to engraving the marks of the times on pottery.

Jangju Joo Wan-gil, who likes pottery, named the most beautiful pavilion that he cherished.

slit.

One of the people who came to the hospital was carefully pouring the tea and examining the atmosphere.

It was because Joo Wan-gil and Joo-hye were sitting in front of him, and Jeong Mu-yeon, who had been rumored about it, was sitting opposite him.

Sibi, who only thought it was a place to promote harmony, heard Joo Joo-hye's uncomfortable voice and intuited that it wasn't the only thing she had.

“If I had known you were here, I would have found you sooner.

Even the girl did not expect that she would come here without a word.” As soon as she sat down, Joo Joo-hye briefly revealed her feelings.

But despite her face, the face of the other person was infinitely bright.

“I’m sorry, Sozer.

I wanted to see you so much, so I asked Zhang Joo, even though I knew it was rude.” Jung Moo-yeon did not take it seriously.

When the other party's reaction is not very good, Joo Joo-hye wants to make uncomfortable comments again.

“Are you going to do that? Confucius Jeong joined by chance on the way home from the work I asked for.” Jang Joo Joo Wan Gil intervened.

“It was.

The girl didn't know that.

I'll take a closer look next time.

Whether they joined by chance or even deliberately.” “It’s Sohye.” "Fine.

Lord Zhang.

I'm obviously being rude today, so don't worry about it." Perhaps this kind of reaction was expected, Jung Moo-yeon received the words calmly.

Then he changed the topic with a smile.

“It is said that there are two scenic spots in Cheonghae, one is Haesimsan and the other is the backyard of Mangeumsanjang… … .

I found out today that there is no truth to that statement.” “Heh heh heh.

There is no facet.

I have a habit of showing off in everything I do, so I guess that's how the rumors spread." “It is a humble statement.

Master Jang, who was adopted and raised, built the Mangeum mountain lodge, and every year he distributed food to the people and practiced compassion.

“Heh heh heh.

Confucius Jeong paints the old man’s face with gold.” Unlike Joo Joo-hye, Joo Wan-gil and Jeong Mu-yeon were exchanging laughter with each other.

After drinking a cup of tea lightly, Jung Moo-yeon looked around leisurely.

A little distance away, people were crowded together.

Judging by a fairly large number, it seems that he had probably left the work he had been doing to see himself.

As I was looking around in the crowd, for a moment, the character of a river was drawn on his forehead.

It was because of the two men, and somehow, immediately after seeing them, a tiny tendon had sprouted on his forehead.

“By the way, has Moon-ju Jung’s health improved?” “… … Yes?" “Huh.

Didn't you say that you have had a very bad stomach since last year? So, after clearing the checkpoint for a while, he is recuperating.” Jung Moo-yeon showed an 'Ah!' reaction and bowed her head as if she understood it only then.

“Oh, it was.

It seems like it will take some time to get better.” "Yes? Didn't you tell me a month ago that you'll be fine soon?" "Yes… … Anything will be fine.” “… … ?” Joo Wan-gil's head tilted at the incomprehensible answer.

Joo Joo-hye looked at her father as if puzzled.

“Sozer.

You came today without contact, so I promise you next time.” Suddenly speaking coldly, he stood up and turned his head to him.

And the last word too.

It was even more questionable.

“I found an unexpected person.” * * * "Leader.

Didn't that woman seem interested in me?" Seok-du, who was looking at the sperm, looked very uncomfortable.

Was it because he thought that Gaekzan showed interest in him? But Seolhui wasn't interested in that.

“Seokdu.” "Yes.

Leader." “Is the author really from the volcanic group?” "Yes.

Is that so?” "who?" “… … Yes?" “Who told the author that he was of volcanic origin?” Seokdu looked around, scratching his head, and answered.

“That’s what I heard in passing… … .” “I did.” Seolhui nodded his head.

and asked again.

“Didn’t you say before that you can always recognize Mummugi when you meet it?” "of course.

How could I ever forget him?” "okay?" Seolhui turned his gaze to the pavilion again.

And looking at the words floating in front of me, I fell silently in my thoughts.

[State, State Summary]

Dark Weapon [White Spirit Elder's First Disciple]

Health 40/400,000 Inner attack 120,000/120,000 Peak Combat Strength 1.68 million [+Proliferation]

If the information is not false, Mu-yeon Jeong is already famous should have done it Because his body was occupied by the yin-moogi, and he was doing his best.

What stands out is his fighting prowess.

I had heard that he was strong, but I didn't expect that he would be around 1.68 million people.

Moreover, multiplication is a first-of-its-kind ability.

Seol-hwi [Eun Young-dan (Jin) Commander]

Physical strength 700,000/700,000 Inner attack 1.2 million/1.2 million Super peak combat power of 5.9 million But it was not at a level comparable to that of herself, who had already reached its peak.

I was interested in combat power and additional abilities, but that's all.

It's not long enough for me.

'how will we do it… … .' Still, Seol-hui had to worry.

It's because of the address.

There are as many as two missions to be received from her, so I was drawn to it.

He was worried that his mission would be lost if he used magic while fighting.

As long as his identity is clear anyway, I thought it would be better to let him go and follow him and subdue him.

“… … !” Then then.

I felt the gaze of the shooting weapon.

'is not it?' Upon closer inspection, his gaze was slightly shifted to the side.

He turned towards Seokdu, not himself.

"Leader.

Don't you think it's that guy?" Perhaps seeing his gaze, Seokdu spoke to him.

Seolhui didn't answer.

For now, it's best to just stay still.

“Huh really.

Have I not said it over and over again? He knows right away when he pretends.

I bet he really isn't.” Seolhui spilled his words into one ear.

And after a while, I saw Jung Moo-yeon stand up from her seat.

'Did you notice something? … .' And I saw Jeong Mu-yeon and the two men of Mangeum Mountain walking this way.

Leaving a distance of work like that.

“There are people who stand out here.” The fake Jung Mu-yeon looked at the two of them and started talking.

Just then, Joo Joo-hye, who was next to the old man who appeared to be Jang-ju, spoke up.

“They are my guests.” “You are a guest… … .” At that, the man wrinkled his expression.

Then he looked at her and spoke in a cold voice.

“You are joking a little.

Seeing that he brought talented people that are hard to see even in Cheonghae...

… .” “He is a talented person that is hard to see in Cheonghae.

In the eyes of Confucius Zheng, are they that great?” “Rather than great… … It has a different meaning.” At the old man's question, the man nodded.

Then he turned and came to Seolhui and Seokdu and talked to them.

“Isn’t it? Brothers?” Seolhui didn't answer.

Because Seok-doo knew who he was talking to.

"Hahaha.

We're kind of special people! Seeing our martial arts, the Mangeum Mountain Lodge also invited us like this.” "Oh yeah?" The man's eyes narrowed slightly.

But it was only for a while.

He returned to his original expression and looked at Seolhui.

'I want to know the martial arts.' Seolhui sensed the sticky magic in the opponent's eyes.

So I did not reject that energy.

Anyway, he couldn't recognize his martial arts at his level.

Seol-hui had already met him before.

Because I was in the middle of fortune-telling the inner-gong-min method without demonic powers.

“That's rude.

What do you do to my guests?” As the atmosphere became more subtle, Joo Joo-hye, who had not seen it, intervened.

It was then that Moo-yeon Jeong turned her gaze away and paid her respects.

"Don't get me wrong, Sozer.

I just wanted to say hello and get to know who you are.” He smiled brightly, but no one really believed it.

The fake Jeong Mu-yeon quickly bowed her head, realizing that she had done something wrong.

Then he tried to turn around, but this time Seol-hui caught his footsteps.

“Did you think we couldn’t find it?” remorse.

Behind his back, standing with his feet stopped.

Once again a warning voice rang out.

“Did you think it would be hidden by hiding your demon and pretending to be someone else?” “… … !” Seolhui guessed.

There was embarrassment on his face.

He turned slowly and looked at his face.

“You should have hidden it more.

enough to deceive everyone.

Whatever it is...

… .” Seolhui took his hand to the hilt of the sword.

And when he pulled out his sword with the last warning, time stopped like a lie.

“I can’t help but find out.” [A great opportunity! Found a gap in the Shadow Weapon.

How would you respond?]

This is because the turn-based system was activated as soon as a fight was started.