Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 112

# 112

Taejonbirok Volume 5 Episode 12

Chapter 35: Lazy, Active (2)

“Everyone, come running!”

It had already been confirmed that if you give them distance, they won't be able to handle it.

Kwak Hwan gave the best order he could in the meantime. However, no matter how hard he tried, it would be of no use if there was a difference in skill to begin with.

Wi Yeon-ho raised his sword as he saw the man running in front of him. His eyes were lowered down, which was unusual for him.

* * *

“Kill me?”

“I have to kill him.”

“Hey, but how do you kill a person like that?”

“Is that something a guy from the Muga clan would say?”

“But I am of noble birth.”

Wi Yeon-ho felt sad as he saw Baek Mu-han looking at him with a pitiful expression right in front of him.

“Martial arts aren’t something you learn to kill people.”

"right."

"yes?"

“That's right.”

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho looked at Baek Mu-han with a sullen expression.

Until now, the people he knew who could be called experts had said that ignorance was a means to attain the Way or a means to become one with nature. The stronger a person seemed, the more likely he was to say such things.

But when I saw Baek Mu-han openly talking about learning martial arts in order to kill people, I couldn't help but have one thought creep up on me.

“As expected, it’s a fake…….”

thud!

“Ouch!”

Wi Yeon-ho, who shed tears at the destructive force of the stone fist that hit his head, opened his mouth.

“Why are you hitting me? Why! That’s true. The monks of Shaolin Temple also learn martial arts. They don’t learn martial arts to kill people.”

“That's right!”

“…….”

When Baek Mu-han shouted, it was Wi Yeon-ho who felt stung.

"that's right?"

“Tsk.”

Baek Mu-han began to explain as if he was pathetic.

“Well said. Why do Shaolin monks learn martial arts?”

“To obtain the law.”

“What happens when you obtain the law?”

“I am liberated.”

“Being born again is liberation.”

“…….”

Wei Yanhu shook his head. He was also a Buddhist monk who went somewhere and practiced Buddhism, but the master surpassed him in every way.

“If you say something like that in Shaolin Temple, you’ll be beaten to death.”

“Have you already done it?”

“Then, do you have a signature?”

“Do you think they could have raised a fist in front of me? You should have seen the way the long-haired chief’s eyebrows twitched back then. Hehe, it was salty.”

Wi Yeon-ho looked up at the empty cave ceiling.

okay.

Maybe he was lucky to have met Baek Mu-han, who had become a ghost.

How much hardship did the people who lived in the same era as Baek Mu-han have to endure?

“Master.”

"huh?"

“Don’t take offense.”

“Speak.”

“Have you ever thought that it is because of your personality that no one has come looking for you for three hundred years?”

“You want me to regret it?”

“I don’t regret it, but I think you should think about it…….”

“What does it matter? I’m already dead. There’s nothing I can change now.”

"ah……."

I never knew it would be so sad for a person to die.

"anyway!"

Baek Mu-han cut off Wi Yeon-ho's words.

“If a monk wants to escape, he can just read the scriptures. If a Taoist wants to attain the Way, he can just study the scriptures. There are other ways, so why bother holding a sword or swinging it around? What do you mean, there is a way to the sword or the Way? There is a way. It is a way to kill someone with a little less effort.”

Now this wasn't even blasphemous.

Wi Yeon-ho ended up laughing.

“Am I wrong?”

“Well, the theory is quite good…….”

“What are you doing?”

“You tend to see blood in real life.”

“Don’t worry. I haven’t seen any blood. They saw the blood.”

“……I see.”

“Anyway, the martial arts of Shaolin and shamans were created when those foolish people set up temples and Taoist temples in the middle of nowhere, only to be robbed by bandits and then, ‘Oh no, I can’t live like this,’” he said. And then the bandits got robbed in return.”

“That’s a very novel perspective.”

“Is it true?”

“Yes, yes.”

Whether it was right or wrong, it was clear that it was something that should not be said.

Wei Yanhu was lazy and annoying, but at least he was not arrogant. However, his arrogance made his master wonder how such a nobleman could live a long life without being stabbed by a sword and die.

“So, the point of martial arts is to be able to defeat your enemies efficiently. Those who learn martial arts and use human nature or a sword are all out of their minds.”

Wi Yeon-ho raised his hand.

“Then what about magic?”

“Magic?”

“These demons are the ones who sell how to kill people efficiently. If what you said is true, doesn’t that mean that true martial arts belong to the demons?”

Wi Yeon-ho became very proud.

However, that gentleman, who is proud of being from a prestigious political family, cannot possibly answer this question properly.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you idiot.”

But soon after, Wi Yeon-ho became sullen at the continuous tongue-clicking and contemptuous looks from Baek Mu-han.

“The devil is pure. So that’s why they take the blood of virgins, bathe in it, and kill people by dismembering them?”

"omg……."

“It’s because you pursue strength to the extreme that you end up going astray. You thought it was a shortcut, so you took a side road, but instead of going fast, you jumped into a thornbush. That’s how fast you’ll be. But the more you go, the more thorns will get stuck all over your body and you’ll bleed. In the end, your pace will slow down, and you’ll end up slower than those who took the main road. That’s how you’ll be.”

Wi Yeon-ho nodded.

“That’s not what being pure means. It’s about being fit for purpose. If you cut off some flesh to lose weight, what happens? You’ll lose weight. But is that really losing weight?”

“No.”

“Yes, that’s it.”

Baek Mu-han glared at Wi Yeon-ho.

“So, in real combat, you should never think about saving your opponent’s life. It can’t be helped that he didn’t die if you did everything you could, but if you take away even a penny of your strength to save your opponent and end up dying yourself, that’s how martial arts are.”

“…….”

“And even if you don’t die, what will you do if those who have a grudge against you come after your family?”

“I’m going to die for my father.”

“…….”

Baek Mu-han was at a loss for words for a moment and waved his hand in embarrassment.

“Tongue, where’s your brother?”

“My brother is a big shot.”

“What about your mother?”

“My mother is a bit weak, but if you want to target her, you have to infiltrate her house. You’ll probably be swept away from the front gate.”

“My little brother!”

“I guarantee you, he’ll be stronger than me in two years.”

As the atmosphere began to turn to bragging about his family, Baek Mu-han changed his tone.

“Even if they are family, they will still get stabbed in the back. So, never think of letting them live.”

"hmm……."

Baek Mu-han clicked his tongue.

I discovered a look of discomfort on Wei Yanhui's face.

This disciple's intelligence was superior to that of anyone he had ever seen, but his weakness was that he had no will.

One day, that point will come back to bite him.

“If you don’t want it, I can’t help it. But keep this in mind.”

Baek Moo-han's voice lowered.

“Everything that happens because you let things go your way will ultimately be your responsibility. No matter how fast you regret it, it’s always too late. In order to survive in the harsh world of martial arts, you need a poisonous mind like Sagal. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I know what you mean.”

"huh?"

“I’m just going to sleep at home anyway, do I need something like that?”

“Hey! You punk!”

That day, Wi Yeon-ho was hit by flying stone fists and had to painfully learn the importance of being strong.

* * *

Although my master was a nag, he never said anything wrong.

And if it is the right thing to say, then it is right to follow it.

Wi Yeon-ho knew that fact well.

The mine that was running at the very front swings its sword.

Kaka kaka.

He changed the trajectory of the flying sword by deflecting it with the slope of his sword, and then finished swinging the sword.

Crunch!

Both wrists and elbows.

Wi Yeon-ho, who had cut off all four tendons in one breath, kicked the oncoming Mine's leg with his good foot without even screaming.

“Ugh.”

In the midst of all this, a suppressed groan escaped, as if it could not be helped.

Hit the mine that is falling to the ground with your sword and send it flying towards the rushing mines.

However, the mines coldly slapped their comrades away and then rushed towards Wi Yeon-ho.

Woof.

In an instant, the swords flew in, targeting Wei Yanho's vital points all over his body.

Wi Yeon-ho took a deep breath and looked back.

You can see Seomun Dayeon crouching behind you. You can avoid it if you want, but if you do, you might run into something called Seomun Dayeon instead of Seomun Dayeon.

“Ugh.”

That's why I don't meddle in other people's business.

Well, considering that it was a Demonic Cult event, it couldn't be considered someone else's business.

Wei Yanhu's sword emits a dazzling light.

“Wow, it’s so dazzling. Really.”

The light sword style is all good, but this was the problem. Wherever I went, I felt like everyone in the neighborhood was bragging about 'Oh my, I'm using martial arts right now', so up until now I've used the sword without putting in any real energy, but since it was an opponent, I couldn't hide my martial arts skills.

There… … .

You may also feel like stretching out for the first time in a while.

'Should we try?'

Wi Yeon-ho's sword began to draw a curve.

Let's lightly draw a circle. The energy that was at the tip of the sword does not follow, but lingers in the air, creating a shining circle of light.

Round and round.

Wei Yanhu, who had created a clear circle of light by spinning his sword several times, pushed the circle of light forward with the tip of his sword.

'What the heck is that!'

There are many sword monsters in the world.

There are swordsmen who scatter their sword energy like pine needles fluttering in the wind, and there are monsters who scatter their sword energy like a strong wind.

But is there any martial arts in the world that can fix the true energy in the air like that and make it stay there?

Kwak Hwan's body began to tremble.

But it was not yet time to be surprised.

As Wei Yanhu pushed the circle of sword created in the air with the tip of his sword, a pure white circle of light began to rotate and fly forward, and began to suck in all the sword energy in the surrounding area.

Kwak Hwan's mouth opens wider and wider.

But that wasn't the end of it.

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

"no!"

The circle of swords not only attracted sword energy, but also the surrounding minions.

It was obvious what would happen to those who were sucked into the fiercely rotating circle of sword energy.

“Eww!”

As everyone screamed and was sucked into the circle of swords, Wei Yanhu swung his sword into the air.

Sweep.

And at the same time, the circle of swords that had been sucking in the mines burst open, covering those being sucked in with pure white light.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

A huge explosion erupted from the mountain where darkness had fallen, and the sleeping birds all flew into the sky.

Although it was a spectacular sight at first glance, Kwak Hwan could not help but admire it.

His men were now all a handful of bloody lumps, writhing on the floor. It was a wonder they were still breathing.

Wi Yeon-ho looked at Gwak Hwan, then turned his head and asked Seo Mun-da-yeon.

“Capture him alive?”