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Taejonbirok Volume 1 Episode 10
Chapter 3 – A Wrongly Connected Relationship (3)
“Huh?”
“You said you would teach me the best martial arts in the world? But I have never heard of your name before.”
At this point, Gwanggeom felt like spitting out blood.
Asking him if he's strong!
Three hundred years ago, when he was alive, if someone had tried to talk about strength in front of him, he would have been caught by others and taken to the doctor without being able to do anything.
Wasn't he the first person in the history of martial arts to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and create a new level of swordsmanship?
But, in this dark cave, in a situation where he had to prove his strength to a young man with blue eyes, if Gwanggeom still had a body, wouldn't he have shed clear tears like he's never shed since he was born?
“What are you talking about! When I was alive, no one dared raise their head in front of me. Even the Shaolin monks avoided me, and the shamans’ savages dared not discuss swordsmanship in front of me. The world praised me!”
Wi Yeon-ho was indifferent.
“You have to be able to trust it.”
“I told you it’s true!”
“Yes, yes, that’s right. Memories tend to be embellished.”
“Ugh~!”
Baek Mu-han was sad.
He must have built up quite a reputation during his lifetime, so how can it be that it has not been passed down for three hundred years? If only his name had been passed down even a little, it would have been a little easier.
'At the time, they said it was better than Jang Sam-bong and was the best in the past and present, and they gilded it!'
Are you saying that all those people changed their words?
If even one of those who praised him so much that their mouths were worn out had said the same thing to him, it would be natural for them to go down in history as one of the greatest of all time, but human life is truly unknowable.
“Yeah, I said it’s true.”
Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly.
“Yes, yes. Well, let’s say that’s true.”
“I’m not just saying that, it is! It’s true!”
Baek Mu-han is a man who has never told a lie in his life and has never felt the need to tell a lie.
As a result, he had no idea how to convince someone who did not believe him. What was it that he regretted telling lies to others, and what was it that he regretted having to convince others?
Suddenly, I felt a wave of sadness as I realized that I was experiencing things I had never experienced before in my life.
“But even if the inspiration was that strong three hundred years ago, it is still questionable.”
“What does that mean?”
“What is the basis for the claim that the best martial arts from 300 years ago is the best martial arts now? Isn’t martial arts supposed to develop?”
“Heh heh heh.”
Baek Mu-han ended up laughing. This was something that could be answered so easily.
“Even now, aren’t Shaolin and shamans competing for the world?”
“That’s true.”
“When was the martial arts of Shaolin and the shamans created? If what you say is true, they too will fall behind or have to create a new martial arts. But has there ever been a martial arts that surpasses the adversity? Has there ever been a swordsmanship that surpasses the Taegeuk Hye Sword that emerged from the shamans?”
Wei Yanhu thought deeply and then shook his head. He had definitely never heard of such a thing.
"no."
“Yes! Martial arts develop. But truly strong martial arts remain strong even in future generations.”
“That’s true. But whether your martial arts are truly strong is a separate story.”
Baek Mu-han wanted to cry now.
Anger toward his descendants rose again. He had clearly left an order for them to come to him and wish for him with all their heart. But why didn't even one of them come here?
If only one of them had come here, he wouldn't have been in such trouble.
But now, there was no use complaining.
“Hmm, I have to learn a martial art that I don’t know if it’s strong enough, and I’m not sure if I can learn it properly…….”
“…….”
If Baek Mu-han had a body, his heart would have shrunk by now.
What a tension!
Even when the shaman's malko bastards surrounded him with the Taegeuk sword formation to prove his martial arts skills, he just laughed it off, so how could he feel this kind of tension in this situation!
‘What do you mean by ‘uneducated’… … Just catch any random guy and teach him.’
What can I do?
It was a mistake that happened three hundred years ago, and it could not be undone.
And unfortunately, Wei Yanho's answer was not that far from what he expected.
“Hey, I’m going to stop!”
“Hey, don’t be like that. Come learn from me! I won’t let you down!”
“I don’t really like it.”
“As people live, they can’t just do things they like perfectly, right? Don’t do that. Just pretend to be fooled and learn something. I’ll teach you well. Do your best!”
The roles have been reversed.
Has there ever been a time in history when a teacher had to beg in such a mean manner?
“Hmm…….”
“I will somehow make sure that you get out of here within twenty years!”
“Twenty years?”
“That, that’s right!”
“Hey, it’s too long.”
“Twenty years is absolutely necessary! Twenty years is too short a time to study my martial arts. However, I will study somehow and try to reach the same level as you within twenty years.”
Even after doing all this, Wei Yanho’s reaction was still lukewarm. Wei Yanho sat down in a corner and kept yawning and opening his mouth wide.
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“I was thinking about it for three years…….”
“Three years! How can I learn my martial arts in just three years? Even if Jang Sam-bong came back alive, that wouldn’t be possible!”
“Is that so?”
“That’s right! My level of learning is in no way inferior to Jang Sam-bong’s. At the time, people didn’t say such things out of respect for their superiors, but in fact, everyone knew that I was at least one step ahead of them!”
If true, it would have to be something huge.
Who in the world can say with their own mouth that they are superior to Jang Sam-bong? If a shaman knew, it would be a statement that would make them grab the Songmun sword and rush to kill him right away.
Although these were such great words, Wei Yanhu remained indifferent.
“Then forget it.”
“Don’t say that!”
“Well, then there’s nothing I can do. I guess we’re not meant to be.”
Baek Mu-han wanted to turn around. But he couldn't even do that because he only had thoughts left.
“Three years is too much! It’s absolutely impossible!”
“I said I understand.”
“Then five years! How about five years?”
“Five years?”
“That’s right! Five years! I will do whatever it takes to make you the best in the world in five years!”
Wi Yeon-ho said with a calm expression.
“Aren’t you just trying to scam me?”
“Trust me! I will make it happen!”
“Hmm…….”
Wi Yeon-ho seemed to be thinking for a moment.
If you think about it, digging a hole for a year is not something a person can do. I knew from the beginning that it would be a better choice to learn excellent martial arts even if it took a little more time.
The problem is that the period and level of training are not at the level that Wei Yanhuo wants.
Now the period is roughly set.
“Is it hard?”
“Are you talking about training?”
"yes."
Baek Mu-han observed Wi Yeon-ho’s expression.
The moment he says it’s hard, he’ll start digging again. As evidence, Wei Yanhui still hasn’t let go of the sword in his hand.
“What could be difficult? It’s not difficult at all!”
“Is it true?”
“That’s right! Hahaha!”
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Bo-ok, where Baek Mu-han's voice was coming from, with suspicious eyes.
'The best martial arts in the world… … .'
It was tempting to eat it.
But there was something about him that made him seem like a fraud. He spoke like a braggart and he seemed like a person with no sense of weight.
But one thing kept bothering me since a while ago.
That jewel.
When I looked, it really seemed like a dead person had breathed his or her own thoughts into the jewel. I had never heard or seen such an article before. There was no way an ordinary person could do such an incredible thing.
It may not have been conveyed, but half of what he is saying now may be true. If so, then he may really have been the best master in the world.
The best in the world… … .
His father, Wei Zhenghan, who trained day and night, had only just made it to the bottom of the list of the world's top 100 masters. However, becoming the best in the world after only five years of effortless training was a luxury that no one in the world could enjoy.
'Yes, I will take this opportunity to become an expert too!'
Again, Wei Yanhu always dreamed of becoming the best in the world, and he was willing to put in the effort to achieve it. The problem was that his physical laziness was greater than his will, and he never took a step forward.
If he could obtain fruit through proper training, Wei Yanhu could also compromise and make some concessions.
“I’ll try!”
“Really?”
"yes!"
Baek Mu-han was delighted.
“Then come and bow down to me! Paying homage to Baesajiri comes first!”
Wi Yeon-ho smiled faintly.
“I don’t like it.”
"huh?"
“After you finished the rite of passage, you tried to change your attitude as a disciple, right?”
“…….”
“I just want to live like this. So, you too, just live like you are now.”
A quiet silence descended into the cave.
“What's the problem?”
"no."
"yes."
Wi Yeon-ho smiled brightly.
Light Sword Baekmuhan.
It was the day that began a sad ordeal that had never been experienced in three hundred years.
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“Did you say it was a light sword?”
Saga tilted his head.
He is a man who records the history of martial arts. Although he is researching about Wi Yeon-ho, he is confident that he is more knowledgeable than anyone else about basic martial arts history.
But I have never heard of anyone with the nickname Gwanggeom.
“That’s strange.”
What kind of person is Wi Yeon-ho?
It is radiant and brilliant.
Just hearing it, I couldn't understand how the master of someone with such a great nickname could be someone without a name.
Of course, it would be possible if he was a hermit, but when I listened to him, he seemed to be a famous person, so why was it a name he had never heard of?
“Is this your first time hearing about it?”
“Yes. This is my first time being nicknamed ‘Gwanggeom.’”
“Then do you know the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Ga?”
“Of course! How could I not know the Ten Thousand Swords and a Hundred Schools?”
Gwanggu Shingae nodded.
“Yes. Then who is the greatest person produced by Mangeombaekga?”
“There can’t be more than one or two great warriors in a prestigious school like Mangeom Baekga. Mangeomja (萬劍子), the founder of Mangeom Baekga, Bungsan Geomjon (崩山劍尊), who is said to have destroyed a mountain with a single sword… But if I had to pick just one out of them, everyone would pick him. Sword Emperor (劍皇). He was called the greatest swordsman of all time. The realms of the others are by no means low, but it is true that they pale in comparison to the name of Sword Emperor.”
Gwanggu Shingae smiled.
“Yeah, that’s him.”
"……yes?"
“Before he was called Sword Emperor, his nickname was Gwanggeom.”
“Huh?”
Gwanggu Shingae snickered.
“Of course, at that time, Wi Yeon-ho didn’t know at all. That gentleman was no good either. The last person I met in my life was just such a person.”