Chapter 187
##187fury. That guy. where are you now?
The next day after the meeting, the club president election was held as scheduled..
“The club president election is in progress. Dongyeon students, please be sure to vote.!”
Many students visited the polling place installed in front of the Dongyeon building from the morning..
However, one of the candidates, Seon Woo-jin, was not seen..
He was seriously injured, having his right arm cut off, and returned to Seonwoo House with his father the night before..
Even to the Sangdoyeon executives, he did not say when he would return or leave any instructions..
The students who supported Sun Woo-jin lost their focus and were confused, and even lost their remaining votes..
“Ballot counting results…….”
For fairness, the vote counting was conducted by the student council..
Student Council President Dok Go-jun stepped forward to announce the results..
Supporters of each candidate who participated in the election, club presidents belonging to the same association, and students who came out of curiosity all heard the results together..
“Candidate Heon Won-kang was elected as the new president of the club association..”
It was a huge surprise, but it was a result that no one thought was a surprise..
Heon Won-gang, who was sitting calmly, clenched his fists..
The students who became his supporters shouted loudly..
“Wow!”
“Heonwon River! Heonwon River!”
“Pacheondo! Pacheondo!”
Heon Won-kang was elected as Dongyeon president with overwhelming support..
The sincerity shown during the early morning campaigning during the election period..
In particular, the overwhelming martial arts shown on the off-stage the day before was decisive..
On the other hand, Seon Woo-jin lost a significant number of votes as his despicable behavior while on duty and his father's actions became known..
“thank you thank you.”
Heonwon-gang got up from his seat and attacked all directions. The black military uniform worn with great care suited him very well..
Baekryongjang disciples, student council members, and Sanggeomyeon executives looked at Heonwon River with happy eyes..
Among them, there were students who did not end their congratulations with just words..
“Won Kang Ah!”
“senior!”
Geo Sang-woong and Ya Su-hyeok rushed at the same time, placed Heon Won-gang in the middle, and hugged him with all their might..
Heonwongang also had a fairly large physique, but when he was sandwiched between the two giants, only his head was visible..
Heonwon River, trapped in muscle hell, struggled and shouted..
“Wow! Wow! You muscle pigs! Are you going to kill me?!”
“Hahaha! How much we suffered because of you! Have a taste!”
“On days like this, it's actually a bit right. Hey, Wijicheon! Come and hit me too!”
“……You can hit me with a sword?”
“All you have to do is pull it out!”
“Hmm. Can I join you too??”
“Even you, Dokgojun!”
The serious atmosphere changed to noisy in an instant..
The students rushed in, trapped Heonwon River, and began to beat it up excitedly..
“This is all your karma from your past life, you bastard.!”
“Now is your chance! All the kids who were hit by Wongang in the past, come here.!”
“Step on it more!”
“You idiot! Congratulations on winning!”
Heonwon River crouched down and withstood the pouring attack..
The students of Cheongryong Academy had a fierce fighting spirit. If I hadn't trained my body by learning the 18 Nokrim formulas, my whole body would have been covered in bruises in an instant..
“100 million! Wow! Kueh! These guys are real!”
Because it was a student event, adults did not attend..
Baek Soo-ryong watched his disciple from afar and laughed..
“bastard.”
When I first met him, he was an incorrigible asshole, but now he has become quite dignified..
It wasn't just martial arts that got stronger..
Heonwon River, who used to be like a hedgehog with all its thorns, now laughs and jokes freely with the people around him..
It meant that I had matured mentally..
As a teacher, I couldn't help but be happy about my student's growth..
“Wongang. Let’s do well in the future. I’m also looking forward to his performance in Emperor Tianwu..”
Baek Soo-ryong looked at his disciple from afar and then turned around..
The real congratulations can be held after work..
Even at that time, Heonwon-gang was being beaten by his friends..
“Ouch! These guys are real! You all got away with it later.!”
The short but long election is over..
* * *
that night.
A party to celebrate the election of president of the Heonwon Lecture Club Association was held at Baekryongjang..
There were quite a few invited guests..
We invited executives from Sanggeomyeon, who will form the chairmanship, Dok Go-jun, Dang So-so, Geom-hwa, and lecturers who are close to Baek Soo-ryong..
Heon Won-gang's father, Heon Won-su, was also present..
“Hehehe! I can't believe I have so many friends around my river.!”
A wide smile bloomed on Wonsu Heon’s face..
It's surprising that my son won the competition against Seonwoo's son, and today I also heard that he was elected as the president of the club association..
I was anxious because I thought my son would go astray because of his bad father, but I was so thankful that he was raised so well..
“father! Why are you crying again??”
“Heh heh. Who cries? It's because something got into my eye..”
Wonsu Heon gently wiped away his tears and changed the topic..
There was one thing I was curious about earlier..
“But, river. Why do your friends call you Wongang? There's no way I don't know your last name..”
“Ah, that's a bit…….”
“ha ha ha! It's just like a nickname we call each other.!”
Geo Sang-woong, who was very friendly, came over and gave Heon Won-gang a pat on the back..
If a stranger saw him, it would have seemed like he was hitting him out of resentment, but Heonwon-gang actually seemed fine..
Heonwonsu opened his mouth and said:.
“……What happened to that body again? There's no comparison to before..”
My son's body didn't grow significantly, but it was as hard as a piece of iron..
Moreover, it was not only hard but also flexible..
Heonwon River smiled and answered..
“I learned proper external skills from my teacher..”
“Do you mean Teacher Baek Soo-ryong??”
“yes. The teacher…….”
“Hehehe.”
This time, Ya Soo-hyuk interrupted Heonwon Lecture and intervened. Where had he been drinking? The smell of alcohol was coming from his body..
“Do you know what? In fact, the reason my senior ran for election was because he wanted to repay the favor he received from his teacher.……!”
“Oh, get away from me! Let me talk to your father.!”
We pushed the backs of the disruptors in the Heonwon River and chased them away..
And he threatened me not to come closer until the story was over..
Then there were only two rich people left..
Heon asked in a serious voice..
“Is it true that you also learned Taoism from him? This is the method used in the dance..”
“Oh, that's…….”
As Heonwon-gang was choosing what to say, Baek Soo-ryong happened to be walking towards the two..
“Father. I would like to formally greet you. This is Baek Su-ryong..”
Marshal Heon immediately stood up and politely took the gun..
“Thank you for guiding my poor son. This is Heonwonsu..”
“I can't believe it. Wongang was born with natural talent..”
“Ah, yes… … . But I just said raw river……?”
“oh my. This has become a habit so stop.”
“Heh heh. it's okay. It sticks in my mouth. Wongang. At this point, I think I’ll call it that too..”
“father!”
“Wongang. Adults are talking, but their voices are too loud..”
After a while of exchanging well-wishes, Wonsu Heon lowered his voice a little and said,.
“I heard that you taught my son Taoism. He didn't teach me the method I was learning, but taught me a new method..”
“yes. you're right.”
Baek Soo-ryong answered without embarrassment..
From the moment I first decided to teach Heonwon-gang the Surahyeolcheondo, I expected a day like this to come..
“This is the method of a now-deceased former master. I happened to get my hands on it and found a suitable owner..”
“It's a coincidence…….”
Marshal Heon spoke with a strange expression..
There was something about it that made it difficult to say it was just a coincidence..
“teacher. Can we talk privately in a quiet place??”
“Of course.”
When the two people got up from their seats, Heonwon-gang, embarrassed by the suddenly serious atmosphere, looked at them in turn..
“father. The teacher…….”
“Don't worry. I will not be rude to my son's benefactor..”
“Father. Would you like to take a walk together??”
“yes. great.”
The yard of Baekryongjang was large enough for two people to walk and talk..
After walking for a while and looking at the moonlight, Wonsu Heon gathered his thoughts in his head and spoke first..
“Teacher, do you know about Gwangma blood death??”
“……I know.”
“If so, the story will be quick. Our family lost their home appliance martial arts skills that day. Not only Pacheondo, the martial arts master of Gaju, but even Jincheondo, which can be said to be the backbone of Heonwonga swordsmanship, were burned..”
Gwangma Heonwonhu, who returned to his family after decades, slaughtered all his blood relatives who had gathered to welcome him, and not only that, he burned the family's wealth..
This was the blood history of the family that Heonwonsu knew..
“Only the first half of Jincheondo has been passed down from survivors who were children at the time. I've learned just that one thing my whole life. I tried to restore Jincheondo in my own way, but failed due to my poor qualifications..”
“…….”
Heonwonsu spoke openly about his family's wealth..
Because it was a fact that anyone could know if they looked into it a little bit..
It was also because I had something I wanted to ask my benefactor..
“As I watched the Taoist method you taught my son, I felt that it was similar to our family's Taoist method. Is this just my imagination??”
“…….”
“I swear I don't mean to criticize you. I'm just asking out of curiosity. The drawing method my son used was very similar to the family holidays I had imagined.…….”
A family's martial arts skills that were lost decades ago.
When what was supposed to be it unfolded in his son's hand, Heonwonsu was so surprised that he almost fainted..
“I just want to know the truth.”
Why does Baek Soo-ryong know a method similar to the lost method of the Heonwon family, and why did he teach his son to learn it?.
There was only one guess.
“if… … Do you know something about Gwangma Blood Death that I don't know??”
There was no answer for a moment. White Water Dragon looked up at the cloudy moon and said.
“i don't know anything.”
“teacher!”
Heonwonsu said while holding onto Baeksuryong’s sleeve. His expression was desperate, not to mention earnest..
“Again, I don't mean to question you, teacher. I just want to know the truth. please. About events from decades ago…….”
“I told you I didn't know.”
“…….”
Wonsu Heon opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something more, but gave up after seeing Baek Soo-ryong's stern expression..
“okay. All right.”
He was the benefactor and teacher of his only son..
It wasn't polite to keep asking about things I didn't want to say..
Marshal Heon lowered his head with a dark expression..
“sorry.”
Baek Soo-ryong stared at Heon Won-su and opened his mouth..
“I don't know about Gwangma Blood Death, but I received a favor from someone a long time ago..”
“……yes?”
“He was a master who was amazing at using the Tao. He's passed away now..”
“no way…….”
“yes. He was a retired Jeondae master of the Heonwon family. You didn't even tell me your name.”
Baek Soo-ryong cleverly mixed fact and fiction..
Even if you said you knew Gwangma, who died 50 years ago, they won't believe you, and if you don't say anything, the suspicion will only increase..
Marshal Heon muttered with an expression that had just hit him..
“Are you saying that among the family's previous masters, there was still a living person??”
“He suffered until his death, saying he had committed a great sin against his family and could not return..”
“It's a story that's hard to believe.…….”
“Here's what he asked me to do.”
Baek Soo-ryong took out a booklet from his pocket and handed it to Heon Won-su..
On the outside of the booklet, where the ink had not yet completely dried, was written ‘Jincheondo (震天刀)’..
“This, this!!”
Heon Won-su, seeing Jincheon-do's poor condition, almost started the game..
The voice was quite loud, but it was after Baek Soo-ryong had used a trick in advance to prevent the conversation from leaking out..
“It is not the same martial arts as Jincheondo of the past..”
It didn't mean it was worse.
It was a more improved Jincheon method than in the past, based on Gwangma's martial arts and Baeksuryong's interpretation added..
“This can't be happening, this can't be happening…….”
Heonwonsu’s hands were shaking as he handed over the secret orders one by one..
The secret state of Jincheondo Island that I tried to restore by dedicating my entire life to it..
To him, it was a treasure that could never be found in the world..
Just by looking at it once, I knew it was definitely authentic..
“How on earth should I repay this favor?…….”
Baek Soo-ryong smiled softly and said to Heon Won-soo, who looked at him with an expression that looked like he was about to cry..
“He has something to say to you.”
“Please speak. I will listen.”
Marshal Heon was ready to kneel down and listen. Baek Soo-ryong stopped him and spoke in a serious voice..
Actually, this wasn't a joke, it was something he wanted to say..
“He said that the culprit of Gwangma's blood death was not Gwangma Heonwonhu..”
“yes?”
“That can't be possible. There must be some conspiracy. You said so.”
Baek Soo-ryong did not say anything more..
Because it is not yet known whether the person behind the fabricated Gwangma blood temple was a blood religion or another family or sect..
“It may be hard to believe, but…….”
“no. I believe it.”
It was a hard story to believe, but Heonwonsu decided to believe the story of the man who restored Jincheondo to his family..
In fact, it was a story he wanted to believe too..
“I will let everyone know that from now on. Gwangma Heonwonhu is not the culprit of blood death! The real culprit is different..”
Baek Soo-ryong’s heart felt a little at ease with that answer..
‘Master Gwangma. Now that your name has been cleared, I hope you can close your eyes in peace..’
The tired expression of a man who worried about his family until the moment he died came to mind..
If this could comfort the soul just a little, that was enough..
“Please keep what I told you a secret. Even the emergency ones.”
“All right. thank you Thank you so much, teacher..”
“Let's go in now..”
Baek Su-ryong lifted the magic that had spread around him..
The two men walked quietly, lost in their own thoughts..
Baek Soo-ryong thought about Master Gwangma, and Heon Won-su thought about the future of the family..
After walking quietly like that for a while, Wonsu Heon suddenly spoke as if an idea occurred to him..
“ah. I met your father yesterday..”
“……yes?”
For a moment, Baek Soo-ryong’s expression became grotesquely distorted..
He had been serious throughout the conversation, but for the first time, he had an absurd expression on his face..
Wonsu Heon burst out laughing..
“Heh heh. You have a handsome face just like me..”
“……You really saw my father.?”
“Have you met yet? Doesn’t your father’s surname have no characters as his last name??”
“oh my god. I guess you really met.”
No, I didn't even call that guy, so how did he come??
And if you come, you'll just come see your son, where are you wandering around??
It was when Baek Soo-ryong muttered with an absurd expression..
“I just said Baek Muheun.?”
Suddenly, a cold feeling like a north wind and cold snow blew. The two people were startled and turned their heads in the direction from which the voice came..
There was a sword, no, an old man standing there..
An old man was standing there, worried about his grandson who had gone far away and had not returned for a long time..
“That guy. where are you now?”
Mae Geuk-ryeom said, tapping the sword hanging on his waist..
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