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Taejonbirok Volume 6 Episode 4
Chapter 38: Lazy, Idle (4)
“Is it a bloodbath?”
Gong Mu-jin nodded with a heavy face.
Wi Yeon-ho asked with a face full of suspicion.
"why?"
“The problem is that there are too many people.”
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head, not understanding Gong Mu-jin's words.
“Is it a problem because there are too many people?”
“That’s right.”
Gong Mu-jin looked back at the others and continued speaking.
“It’s a great thing that the Sword Emperor’s Eugene has been discovered. People like me have gathered here. But the real problem is that while there are many people who want the Sword Emperor’s Eugene, only one person can actually possess the Eugene.”
Lee Seol-hwa nodded.
I don't know what form the Emperor's Eugene will take, but it's obvious that it won't be something that can be shared among multiple people. If so, then there will naturally be a fight over it.
The world of martial arts is a place where even if just one decent elixir is discovered, the wind of blood blows. And who knows, it's none other than Yu Jin of the Sword Emperor.
“Wouldn’t it be controlled by the Political Alliance or the People’s Solidarity for Participatory Democracy?”
Gong Mu-jin shook his head at Seomun Da-yeon's words.
“It’s impossible to control that many people. It would only be possible if the Jeongmu Alliance vacated their headquarters and came all at once. But you know that that’s impossible.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t have much experience in martial arts, but this is the first time I’ve seen such a large crowd. It’s even stranger that there aren’t any accidents when so many people have gathered for the same purpose.”
Everyone had no choice but to agree with Gongmujin's words.
But Wei Yanhui still had a fat face.
“……But isn’t that Sword Emperor’s Eugene something like a secret weapon?”
“That’s right. I guess anything else doesn’t matter.”
“The master said that no matter how much you try to convey the true meaning of a secret, it cannot be contained. He said that it is simply recorded so that those who know the martial arts will not forget it. What value does it have that so many people flock to it?”
Gongmujin opened his eyes wide.
“Who on earth is your master?”
“I’m sorry to keep saying the same thing, but I really don’t think you’ll understand even if I tell you.”
“Hmm, I can guess. The person who would raise someone like you would have to be a god.”
“You’re not a god, you’re a ghost.”
“You might be a ghost or something…….”
“No, it’s a real ghost.”
“Yeah, yeah, so you’re a ghost-like person.”
Wi Yeon-ho was frustrated.
Why doesn't the world believe me even when I tell the truth?
They call a ghost a ghost, so why don't you believe that it's a ghost?
I felt like shouting on the street, 'My master is a ghost!'
“Your teacher is right. The secret is an imperfect means of communication that cannot fully reproduce the true meaning by itself.”
“That’s why.”
“But isn’t it not necessary to reproduce it completely?”
"yes?"
The official smiled.
“Imagine you are a carpenter building a house. If you come across a beautifully constructed building in the next town, you may not know all the materials inside and the method of putting it together, but at least you can use what you know to build a better building.”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded.
“The same goes for martial arts. What those who are currently seeking the secret are trying to obtain is the principles and realm contained in the martial arts of the Sword Emperor, not trying to reproduce the martial arts of the Sword Emperor as it is. If they can somehow replicate that realm, then what does the form matter?”
“You explain things very well.”
"ha ha ha."
“But if that true meaning doesn’t have a form, it can’t reach the same level.”
“Do you even want to reach the same level? He is the one who is called the greatest swordsman of all time. Even if you can only follow half of that person’s skills, you can aim for the best in the world.”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded.
That certainly makes sense.
“Why? Does that make you feel better after hearing that? Are you also going to join the fight?”
"no."
Wi Yeon-ho shook his head firmly.
“Even if you obtain that secret, you still have to analyze it, think hard, and practice it.”
“Of course! How could one embody the ignorance of a swordsman without going through hardships?”
“But why should I do that? I could just wash my feet and sleep at that time.”
“…….”
Gong Mu-jin sighed.
'I forgot for a moment.'
For a moment, I forgot that this person in front of me was the world's biggest lazy bum.
'Who the hell is this master?'
More specifically, I was curious about who the teacher was, but what kind of person the teacher was that could teach such great martial arts to this lazy bum.
When it comes to serving food, he is the kind of person who not only sets the table but also puts the food in the mouth and chews it by pressing down on his chin, barely able to swallow it.
It was nothing short of a miracle that he was able to impart martial arts skills of this level to someone like that.
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If Baek Mu-han had heard, he would have reminded him of the simple truth that 'there is no business in a hawk', but unfortunately, Baek Mu-han, who could tell that truth, is no longer in this world.
“Yeah… Then you should rest. But you know, you.”
"yes?"
“Even so, haven’t you ever thought that taking the newly ordered chicken leg is not something a human should do?”
"yes?"
Wi Yeon-ho lowered his head and looked at his bowl. There, right there, was a fresh chicken leg.
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Lee Seol-hwa like a dumb person who had eaten honey.
However, Lee Seol-hwa turned her head and ordered tea for Jeom So-yi, ignoring Wi Yeon-ho's gaze.
'Have you learned any martial arts?'
How could he have brought the chicken leg without Wei Yanhui even noticing?
“Oh, I’ve never seen people like that before.”
“Oh, my!”
“You ate everything I ordered before and now you’re craving a new leg! Too much greed is not good.”
“I said it was a misunderstanding!”
Wi Yeon-ho beat his chest in frustration, but Dak-dari remained silent.
“…….”
When Gong Mu-jin, who came out to do a quick check-up in the morning, saw Seo Ju-ak with his eyes and forehead covered in sweat, he was speechless.
“Who hit you again?”
Seo Ju-ak opened his mouth with difficulty.
“Above, above…….”
“That guy came out to beat you up again?”
“So, Sophie…….”
Gong Mu-jin nodded.
So, when Wi Yeon-ho, who was on his way to see Sophie last night, saw Seo Ju-ak tied up, he got angry again and started to pound on him.
“You should have behaved properly. Since you lived as a pervert, you would have nothing to say even if your neck was cut off.”
Seo Ju-ak felt very wronged.
Of course, it is true that he committed a crime that deserves death in the eyes of others. So there is nothing to protest.
The problem was that I couldn't figure out why Wei Yanho was acting like that.
The words he shouted every time he hit something were a bit strange.
People who usually hold a grudge against him usually vent their anger by saying things like, "Because of you, my sister died," and that they lost the loyalty of a close friend or lover.
However, Wi Yeon-ho only kept saying strange things like, “Give me back my five years,” and “I was beaten so many times because of you.”
It was driving me crazy because I felt like he had more resentment than anyone else, but I couldn't figure out where that resentment came from.
“You reap what you sow.”
Gong Mu-jin clicked his tongue and turned around to go back, looking at Seo Ju-ak shedding tears.
Judging by the warm blood, it seemed that Wei Yanhu had not been out for long. So he was thinking of doing a warm-up to loosen up his body.
'I have no idea.'
I've already realized this after fighting twice. There's a huge difference between my martial arts and Wi Yeon-ho's.
This is something that doesn't make sense.
He is the plum blossom sword ghost Gong Mu-jin.
Of course, Ganghoya is a place where old demons are running around, and if you roughly categorize them as 'these are the really strong ones', it is a place where strange old demons who live in the mountains and only swing their swords often appear and beat up the existing strong ones.
As a result, it was very difficult for me to accurately assess my position in this world.
But even so, he is the plum blossom sword ghost Gong Mujin.
He was a man who was proud of being able to easily fit into the top 100 masters of the world, no matter how strict they were.
What a young punk who can defeat such a public official without a fight.
“It’s a monster.”
Even the word monster was not enough.
huh?
Don't prodigies appear in martial arts once in a while?
“I was born a child prodigy.”
Gong Mu-jin couldn't help but sigh. He too had grown up hearing that he was a prodigy when he was young. He had heard that he was a talent who would make Hwasan's name known to the world.
And I thought I lived up to those expectations… … .
“Just keep working hard.”
Gong Mu-jin shook his head, pushing away the emptiness that was washing over his mind.
If you feel that you are lacking now, you should just keep going forward. That is the way Gong Mu-jin lived.
But the reality was dismal for those who wanted to stick to their old ways of living.
“……Are you sleeping?”
When there was no response even after calling for a long time, Gong Mu-jin quietly opened Wi Yeon-ho's room door and went inside.
'Is it a monster?'
But what he found was not Wei Yanhu, but a large, pure white lump. After looking at it for a while, Gong Mujin realized that it was Wei Yanhu sleeping with a blanket wrapped around him, and grabbed his head.
'Let's sleep well.'
Sleeping doesn't say anything.
He already knew that people have their own natures, and that there was no use in talking about diligence to a lazy person.
But isn't this a problem of laziness?
“Small group.”
Gong Mu-jin called Wi Yeon-ho politely.
“So-hyeo-eo-eo-eop.”
“Ugh.”
“So-hyeop, the sun is already high in the sky. Shouldn’t we get up and start the day now? The ancients used to say that two hours of sleep a day is enough, and living a day longer is a way to make the most of one’s short life. So…….”
“Awww!”
Wi Yeon-ho squirmed.
I thought that the way the master woke me up by suddenly beating me was the worst, but the way Gongmujin lectured me was also no joke.
“The person said he wanted to get some sleep!”
“The sun is at its zenith.”
Wi Yeon-ho jumped up from his seat, opened the window, and pointed outside. The sun was looking at them shyly.
“You’re saying this because you don’t know what the middle of the sky means, right?”
“Hehehe, wouldn’t that be the middle? If you divide the sky into three parts?”
“Ugh.”
He was a man who could not be dealt with in words.
“Why! Why!”
“The sun has already risen, so shouldn’t a warrior start warming up? A warrior is someone who doesn’t know when or what will happen, and they always need to maintain the best physical condition. The easiest way to maintain their physical condition, no matter what anyone says, is to start moving your body early in the morning…….”
“Kaaaah!”
Wi Yeon-ho threw the pillow.
It wasn't a plum blossom sword ghost, it was a plum blossom mouth ghost. If I don't do something about that mouth…
Just then, the door flew open.
Gong Mu-jin's eyes opened wide as he discovered an unexpected figure standing outside the door.