Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 142

# 142

Taejonbirok Volume 6 Episode 17

Chapter 41: Lazy, Get Involved (2)

“Are you sleeping?”

Gong Mu-jin couldn't understand that man at all.

Wi Yeon-ho is a master. He is a great master. It may be incomprehensible from a common sense perspective, but there was not a wall level between Wi Yeon-ho and Gong Mu-jin, but a difference of one dimension.

Even if the best swordsman in the volcano, Plum Blossom Sword Master, were to come, it would be questionable whether he could win. He was such an extremely strong master.

So, if he felt it, Wei Yanhu would have felt it too. No, he should have felt it.

But, isn't it a bit much for you to be sleeping while snoring while masters with such aura are approaching you?

'Are you indifferent?'

Or is it that to that extent, it is not even a threat to Wi Yeon-ho?

Gong Mu-jin was unable to understand Wi Yeon-ho's way of thinking, whether he was lazy or overly confident.

“Ahem, Miss Wi.”

Gong Mu-jin, who felt uneasy about calling Wi Yeon-ho directly, called Wi Su-ryeon in a quiet voice.

"……yes?"

Wei Su-ryeon, who was lying down her brother's head and poking his ears, turned her head and looked at Gong Mu-jin.

'I told you, he's not in his right mind either.'

Even though it was a long time since he last saw his brother, he felt like his stomach was turning because he was acting like this. The fact that Lee Seol-hwa had been glancing upwards for a while was also making his stomach turn even more.

“Hey, can you please wake up Wi Yeon-ho?”

“You want me to wake up my brother?”

Wei Shulian looked back at Gong Mujin with a shocked expression on her face.

“Is that such a big deal?”

“Usually, people who know their brother even a little bit don’t try to do that.”

“……That must be so.”

But no matter how you look at the current situation, it wasn't something he could handle alone.

“It seems like an uninvited guest has arrived. A great disaster may occur, so wake up Wi Yeon-ho and go to So-hyeop.”

Wei Shulian was not a person without any sense.

Wei Shulian, who looked back and forth between Gong Mujin and the two people approaching from the other side, nodded and began shaking his brother.

“Wake up! Wake up, you sleepyhead!”

It was a firm and firm training to wake up and bite and suck whenever it was good.

“Ah, why! Why! Why again!”

“Your Majesty the Gong told me to wake up.”

"yes?"

Gong Mu-jin looked up at the distant sky at the sight of Wi Yeon-ho's crooked gaze at him.

How can you say that, you little girl!

"why!"

It was a person who was so refreshing and honest in his questions that it made my affection grow. He was so cute that I wanted to bite him.

… … with fangs.

“Can’t you feel it?”

“Are you a shaman?”

“No! Not that! That’s not it!”

The trembling official gestured toward the end with his chin.

“Hey! Can’t you see those people coming?”

“Huh?”

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head when he saw the man walking towards them along the road.

“So?”

“You don’t feel their momentum? There’s no way you wouldn’t feel it, right?”

Wi Yeon-ho distorted his face.

“No, is that all you did to wake him up?”

“……Is that so?”

“What’s so great about two gentlemen coming here who look like they’ll break if you hit them!”

“Is that so?”

It was Gong Mu-jin whose eyes strangely turned red.

If those veterans looked like they could break if they were hit, how weak would he appear in Wei Yanho's eyes?

Gong Mu-jin, who had never been treated as a weakling in his life, felt a surge of sadness at this unfamiliar treatment. Gong Mu-jin was feeling the proverb of martial arts, “If you feel wronged, become a master,” with his whole body.

Wi Yeon-ho became angry and covered himself with the blanket again and lay down.

Gong Mu-jin couldn't bring himself to stop Wi Yeon-ho and just sighed repeatedly.

“I’d rather die than be sick!”

I'll do it, I'll do it! You punk!

If you just hang around next to our story, I'll kill you… … No, I won't be able to kill you, but even if I die, I'll still get in the way… … .

No, if I do this, won't I die?

Gong Mu-jin, who had to watch as a rascal approached his disciple, whom he would not mind putting in his eyes, felt frustrated and beat his chest.

“Why did Heaven not give us inaction and humanity at the same time?”

Although Jeoljeol lamented, the heavens, as always, did not give an answer.

Meanwhile, two people who seemed to be quite far away were approaching their carriage.

'Hmm… … .'

Gong Mu-jin's eyes narrowed.

I was taking slow steps as if I was taking a walk, but with each step I took, I was getting closer by two or three steps.

'This is not ordinary.'

I had already felt it, but seeing it with my own eyes made me realize it anew.

But it was strange that he was so scared. When he saw people coming to the public road, he didn't need to avoid other people's eyes. If they were like that, they might be the seniors of the big wave.

The official got off the donkey and stood on the ground.

Then the old people who were approaching also stopped in their tracks.

The old people looked at the officials quietly and then opened their mouths.

“Is it a volcano?”

Just by looking at the white military uniform with plum blossoms embroidered on it, it would not be difficult to guess the identity of the Gongmujin.

“Yes. If it’s not too much trouble, may I ask the names of the two seniors?”

“It’s a senior ship…….”

The two old men looked at each other and burst into laughter.

“Why are you laughing?”

“No, no.”

The old man waved his hand and dismissed the officials' words, and answered with a face that seemed to be struggling to hold back laughter.

“I can’t help but laugh when I hear you call me senior.”

“Is that so?”

“Senior… that’s a really interesting thing to say. Hmm.”

The old man seemed to be troubled, then slowly nodded his head.

“It’s a rare experience to hear the word ‘senior’ from a junior of the volcano, so I’ll just go today.”

"yes?"

“If we are destined to meet again, let’s meet again next time. Then, please take a look.”

“Oh, yes.”

Gong Mu-jin nodded without realizing it.

There was something about them that made people unable to resist.

As he made way for the old man with a bewildered look on his face, he tapped the official on the shoulder and passed by.

“Seniors. What is your name?”

“Ah, you don’t know our names. Even if you do hear our names, you won’t know who we are. It was a happy relationship, so let’s leave behind only happiness and go our separate ways.”

“If that’s the case……”

Gong Mu-jin, who guessed that there must have been some reason, nodded and saw the two off.

Gong Mu-jin tilted his head as he watched the old people turn around and walk away with smiles.

'He doesn't seem like a bad person… … .'

Judging from their kind smiles and speech, they don't seem to have bad natures, so why don't they reveal their identities?

There are a hundred people in the world, and they all have their own circumstances, so I didn't really ask, but I strangely felt uneasy in a corner of my heart.

“Just a moment.”

The officials' heads turned upward.

Wi Yeon-ho was sticking his head out of the carriage.

“Inspirations.”

The elders' eyebrows quirked at the mention of Wi Yeon-ho as inspiration.

“Haha, old man. My younger brother, we are still in our prime, so I hope you don’t call us that.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Well, what do you think, old man?”

“Okay, fine. Sir, if you don’t mind, may I ask you something?”

“Good.”

“Is there anything going on up ahead?”

“Front?”

“Yes. In the direction you two came from.”

“No, nothing happened. Why are you asking that?”

“Then there’s no one in front?”

“All I saw was a house, but there were no people.”

Wi Yeon-ho jumped out of the carriage.

“You said it was a private house?”

“Yes, that’s right. Why? What’s the problem?”

Wi Yeon-ho's face hardened slightly. It was an expression never seen on the usually cheerful Wi Yeon-ho.

“Why are you doing that?”

Wi Yeon-ho did not answer Gong Mu-jin's question and asked one more thing.

“You said there was a house there but no one there?”

“That’s right, little brother.”

“Then what was in that house?”

“Hmm…….”

The old man scratched his cheek and then opened his mouth.

“They weren’t people, were they beasts?”

"under?"

Wi Yeon-ho's eyes widened slightly.

“Then is the blood under your sleeve the blood from the animals you killed?”

“Hmm?”

One of the old men who had been pointed out by Wi Yeon-ho lifted his arm and looked at the lower part of his sleeve.

“Heh heh.”

The old man whined with an embarrassed face.

“It seems like you haven’t been out in the world for too long. How could you make such a mistake?”

“Any sword becomes dull if it is not put to the test. Just don’t make the same mistake next time.”

Gong Mu-jin quietly grabbed the handle of his sword while listening to the calm conversation between the two.

There can't be no people in a house and only animals. If that were the case, it wouldn't be called a house.

“……Can I ask you both your names again? I know it’s rude, but I really want to hear it this time.”

“Tsk tsk.”

The old people opened their mouths as if they felt sorry.

“I was going to let you go because you called me senior, but one brat brought trouble on himself. It wasn’t me who brought this on, it was you, so don’t blame me. Okay, I’ll tell you. My name is Kong Chi.”

The old man next to me also opened his mouth.

“I am called Beophang (法恒).”

“……Public policy, legal clause.”

I couldn't tell who these people were from their names alone. They didn't seem to be known by their names, as they said.

“That’s why I said I wouldn’t know. But don’t worry. I’ll tell you myself now. People in the world call me a demon.”

“I was called Doma (刀魔).”

Gong Mu-jin's face turned pale for a moment.

“Ghost, Ghost Sword, Twin Demons!”

“You know very well. Then you also know why you have to die, right?”

Gong Mu-jin looked at the two with a tense expression.

'Why did these thugs come out into the world of martial arts again?'

These were the people who left their names in the world before the rise of the Demonic Cult.

At that time, the name Guido Ssangma was so notorious that even children would stop crying if they heard the name.

Since they stopped showing their faces at the same time as the Demonic Cult's rise, it was thought that they had either died or gone into complete seclusion, but they have reappeared.

“Two, you two have also come out to find the Emperor’s Eugene?”

The demon nodded.

“Of course. We may be heavy-assed old men, but if it’s the Emperor’s Eugene, it’s worth it to make him lift our heavy butts.”

“How much further can you go at that age!”

“The path of ignorance is endless, junior.”

“Don’t call me your junior! I’ve never had a senior like you!”

“Hehehe, I always called myself senior, but now I’m saying something different. Whatever. You won’t be able to call us senior or you anymore. The dead don’t speak.”

At that moment, Wi Yeon-ho walked forward step by step, gestured at Guima with his chin, and said.

“I need to hear what you were doing up front.”