Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 127

# 127

Taejonbirok Volume 6 Episode 2

Chapter 38: Lazy, Bored (2)

When Lee Seol-hwa was five years old, she entered the Hwasan School, a world-renowned swordsmanship school.

And so, they have lived under strict discipline, as befitting a prestigious school. No matter how liberal the Hwasan school is among the Taoist schools, it is still a prestigious school. It was only natural that its discipline would be stricter than that of a typical school.

And how strict a life one leads after entering the mountains depends more on which teacher one meets than on the nature of one's sect.

Despite being a woman, Lee Seol-hwa's talent was recognized and she was fortunate enough to become the disciple of Gong Mu-jin, the plum blossom swordsman, who was the most promising swordsman in Hwasan at the time.

His teacher was literally a swordsman.

He was obsessed with the sword and considered it his life.

And he was a man who enforced his strict attitude toward his sword on his disciples.

Although these were extremely difficult days, she respected her teacher very much, because she thought that her teacher was a true swordsman.

however…….

“Ha, let’s have one more round! Just one more round!”

"no, I do not want."

“Can’t we just have one more game instead?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Hey, So-Hyeong-Je. No, So-Hyeop! Let’s stop this and have just one more game.”

“Ahh! Mr.!”

Lee Seol-hwa let out a deep sigh.

Seomun Da-yeon, who was driving the carriage next to her, shook her head and patted her shoulder.

“Cheer up.”

“Haaaaaah…….”

A day had passed since we descended the mountain, but the comedy unfolding behind us was still the same.

Gong Mu-jin neatly admitted defeat. It was a conclusion worthy of his master, without any aftereffects. The problem occurred after that.

“Will your sword wear out if we fight one more time? Don’t you want to improve your sword skills? I’ll be your opponent! Where can you find a non-combat opponent like me? I’ve got a knack for non-combat! I’ll take it with my body, with my body!”

“Yeah. I don’t.”

“Little brother, oh my!”

Lee Seol-hwa turned her head and looked at the sky.

'The clouds are really pretty.'

“Tongue, don’t run away from reality, young lady.”

“……The clouds are pretty.”

“Young lady! Come to your senses!”

Unfortunately, Gong Mu-jin was a man who knew how to admit defeat, but also a man who did not know how to give up. After recognizing Wi Yeon-ho's sword, Gong Mu-jin doggedly followed him.

'That's just the way he is, but… … .'

He is not called a swordsman because he uses the sword like a ghost, but rather a swordsman because he cuts through the sword like a ghost.

He could not possibly be in his right mind when he saw a sword that overwhelmed his common sense right in front of his eyes. In the past, he was his master who had followed him to the back room for ten days, whining to the elder who used the plum blossom robe that he could not use, to tell him the secret.

There was even a time when he was beaten to death by an angry elder, but he did not give up and hung on, eventually finding out the secret.

But at least at that time, he was older than me, so rather than being old-fashioned, I was impressed that he could be this passionate about swordsmanship.

however…….

Lee Seol-hwa got up from her horse's back and looked back.

His master is seen clinging to the roof of the carriage, pleading as he looks through the carriage window below.

“Brother! Don’t do that! Think again! Wherever you go, it’s not easy to find a non-combatant like me! If I go to the main mountain like this, I’ll be someone who chews up the elders!”

Master, of course that is true.

But you know that if you keep saying things like that, you'll have to be prepared to get chewed out by the elders, right? No matter how much of a swordsman you are, there's no way you can beat Dagul.

“Yeah. I don’t.”

“Brother, don’t do that……”

“Kaaaaaaah!”

The Wei Yan Lake has finally exploded.

“Ah! If you’re done with what you’re doing, then just go home. Why are you bothering people by sticking around on their way home and making a fuss?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Lee Seol-hwa ended up apologizing without realizing it.

Wi Yeon-ho's words were not wrong. They had different paths to begin with, so they should have just parted ways and gone their separate ways.

However, Gong Mu-jin, who had found Go Soo after a long time, cancelled all of his other schedules… or rather, he just put them aside and followed Wei Yan-ho.

From Seomun Da-yeon’s perspective, she could not refuse Geom-gwi’s request, and Wi Yeon-ho did not own the carriage. Even though he had promised to let her ride to Luoyang, there was no clause stating that no one else could be carried in the carriage.

Thanks to this, Gong Mu-jin occupied the roof of the carriage and clung tenaciously to Wi Yeon-ho.

“Now, think about it carefully. If you fight me, your skills will improve, and if you, the son of a noble family, improve your skills, wouldn’t your parents be happy? As the saying goes, “Family harmony is the key to success.” A man’s family needs to be strong and stable for everything to go well. Of course, I haven’t been able to start a family, but you’re not going to get married, so family stability is the most important thing. Your father, Jeong Hyeop-geom, wouldn’t he be the kind of person who would want his children to achieve great success in the swordsmanship more than anyone else? Furthermore, all of your ancestors were swordsmen, so his descendants…….”

“Eee …

Boom!

Before the carriage could even stop, Wei Yanhu drew his sword and kicked open the door.

“Come down!”

“Hahahahahaha!”

Gong Mu-jin jumped out of the carriage with a big smile on his face.

“That mouth! That yiiiiiiii mouth!”

When Wi Yeon-ho breathed fire from his mouth, Gong Mu-jin couldn't help but smile brightly.

“Hoohoohoo, Hyeongje, it was the right choice to do the secret dance.”

“Stop talking and draw your sword!”

“Good, good. But!”

Plum Blossom Sword Demon Gong Mujin slowly drew his sword and said.

“Be careful. Although I let my guard down earlier, this Gongmujin’s sword is by no means light. For the sake of my younger brother…….”

Bang!

Gongmujin collapsed on the ground and trembled.

“Tsk.”

Wi Yeon-ho swung his sword once, clicked his tongue, and entered the carriage.

“I’d rather have mosquitoes buzzing! Eww!”

As Wi Yeon-ho roughly closed the carriage door and went inside, Lee Seol-hwa approached Gong Mu-jin with subtle steps and stood next to him who had collapsed.

“……Master, are you okay?”

“Ugh.”

Gong Mu-jin struggled to raise his upper body. His face was distorted horribly.

Lee Seol-hwa fully understood Gong Mu-jin's feelings.

Who is his teacher?

He is the pride of Hwasan, who is also mentioned as the next leader of Hwasan. He has been known for his skills since he was young, and now he is called the successor to the name of Hwasan's best swordsman.

To that extent, one cannot help but have high self-esteem.

Lee Seol-hwa, who knew well his teacher's lofty pride, could guess how hurt he must have been to have been so helplessly attacked by a young child.

“Master…….”

“What kind of sword is this?”

"……yes?"

“I can’t understand the principle at all! It was clearly a powerful aura, but how could it be so miraculous that it subdued the opponent without causing a single scratch!”

The officer's eyes sparkled.

When I see those twinkling eyes, I strangely feel like taking a step back.

As expected, Gong Mu-jin suddenly got up from his seat and started running towards the carriage.

“Little Brother! Just one more round! Just one more round!”

Lee Seol-hwa turned her head and looked at the sky again.

'mom.'

It's been twelve years since I entered the mountains.

I missed my mom today.

The group finally arrived in the village and unpacked their luggage at a nearby inn.

“Ugh.”

Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head.

“What the heck is this?”

A strange leech was attached to him and was tormenting him to death. He couldn't sleep or rest properly, so he felt dizzy.

'Are all experts like this?'

It seemed that none of the sword masters he knew were in their right mind. Of course, that was understandable.

If you want to have the skills to stand out among the many swordsmen, you must devote your entire life to swordsmanship without looking back on anything else.

Then naturally there was something to lose.

Human relationships.

hobby.

Social life.

Even if you listen to old stories, the noblemen who were considered masters of the sword were people who would stay in a secluded mountain valley and swing their swords for ten or twenty years. There was no way such noblemen could have a proper character.

That's right, Go Soo-ji.

If you swing a sword, they call you a swordsman, but if you live in the mountains for twenty years without meeting another person, you're usually a savage or a bandit.

Even his father, Jeong Hyeop-geom Wi Jeong-han, if you look at it positively, he was a knight obsessed with learning, but if you look at it negatively, wasn't he an irresponsible father who abandoned his family and everything else, neglected his wife with children, and went on a journey of infidelity for years?

There was a reason why my mother ground her teeth whenever she saw my father.

So it was understandable that the noblemen known as Gosoo had twisted personalities. In the first place, as long as they did not harm Wi Yeon-ho, they would not care.

The problem is… … .

“Oh, why do only these types of people get entangled?”

The problem was that so-called 'experts' were gradually gathering around him.

So life is bound to be tough.

Wi Yeon-ho looked at the neatly arranged bed and went downstairs after chewing his lips. Sleeping was good, but after eating only dry food for a few days, he was hungry for delicious food full of moisture.

When we went downstairs, others were already seated and had ordered food.

“Little brother! Are you here?”

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho desperately suppressed his impulse as he felt the urge to kick the middle-aged man laughing in front of him.

No matter what, he is still respected.

If rumors spread that the second son of the Wei family in Guangdong kicked the general's butt, Wei Zhenghan would immediately come after him, foaming at the mouth.

Of course, he'll have a sword in his hand.

Wi Yeon-ho sighed and sat down.

“Eat a lot! It’s important to eat a lot for inspection.”

“Who said that?”

"I!"

"……yes."

Wi Yeon-ho, who had come to the conclusion that if he continued to travel with this person, something would go wrong with his head, began to seriously contemplate how he could get rid of this leech.

“But what about that pervert?”

“I left it in the stable.”

“What if you run away?”

“If you tie him up in chains and put a tag around his neck that says, ‘I am a pervert,’ no one will let you go.”

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho looked at Seomun Dayeon with a subtle gaze.

I thought this one was the most normal… … .

'Let's just endure it until Luoyang.'

I couldn't give up the carriage. Its comfort was something that only those who had not experienced it could ever know.

'I should eat something.'

Just as Wei Yanho was about to pick up his chopsticks, he heard an interesting conversation coming from the seat next to him.

“Did you hear that story?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s the last words of the Emperor’s son, the one discovered in Nasan.”

“That? Isn’t that fake? If it’s the Emperor, he was a man from three hundred years ago. How can it be that his tomb has been discovered now?”

“A lot of people thought that way. But that’s the point.”

“……Let me speak.”

“They say it was real! There’s chaos now!”