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Taejonbirok Volume 5 Episode 13
Chapter 35: Lazy, Active (3)
It was like fireworks.
She, too, had lived her entire life in a village, and had seen people wielding swords more than once or twice.
Even the Jeongmu Alliance that she currently belongs to is home to the best swordsmen in the world.
But what she saw now was different.
Before we could simply discuss strength and weakness, there was 'difference'.
Two people were sitting and playing Go, but there was a strange feeling as if someone had placed a Go piece on the board.
The problem is that this strangeness is so fascinating.
Thanks to that, Seomun Da-yeon had no choice but to open her eyes in a daze.
"auntie!"
“……Huh? Yeah, yeah?”
“Are you capturing him alive?”
“Oh, captured?”
She came to her senses suddenly and trembled as she looked at Gwak Hwan, who was unable to do anything.
“You’re saying they’re from the Demonic Cult? If the Demonic Cult guys suddenly showed up, there must be a reason. So we need to capture them and find out why. Have you already found out everything there is to find out?”
“Oh, no.”
She had seen it, but it was obvious that it would be several times better to hear it directly from the person involved.
“Then what?”
“If you can capture him alive, it would be better if you could capture him alive.”
“Hmm…….”
Wi Yeon-ho turned his head and looked at Gwak Hwan.
“Let’s both go comfortably.”
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
Kwak Hwan laughed and showed his teeth.
“You’re making too much of a fool of the Demonic Cult. We’re going to die…….”
At that moment, Wei Yanhu's body seemed to stretch out and he arrived right in front of Gwak Hwan.
“Tch!”
Wi Yeon-ho struck Gwak Hwan's chin with the handle of his sword.
“Ugh.”
Kwak Hwan, who was hit without even knowing English, lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
“I don’t know what I don’t know, it hurts my ears to hear that.”
As for the Demonic Cult, Wi Yeon-ho had received thorough early education from Wi Jeong-han. Ever since Wi Jeong-han returned home, whenever he got drunk, he would barge into Wi Yeon-ho’s room and tell a long story about his fights with the Demonic Cult.
I tried covering my ears and covering my head with a blanket, but nothing changed. Until Han Sang-ah realized what was happening and dragged me away by grabbing my ears, I was forced to listen to those boring stories without being able to move.
Thanks to that, Wi Yeon-ho felt a sense of affinity towards the demonic cult members he had met.
“Let’s see, Dogdan…….”
Wi Yeon-ho plucked a branch from the side and began to stir it in Gwak Hwan’s mouth.
“Oh my, here it is. Pulling out my teeth? Those demonic bastards are really vicious.”
“…….”
Seomun Da-yeon was confused as to whether the people who pulled out their teeth and put suicide poison in them were the poisonous ones, or the people who knocked out those poisonous ones with one blow and then poked their mouths with a stick were the poisonous ones.
'T, these are not the people… … .'
What kind of place is the Demonic Cult?
This is a place where sane people are instantly turned into weapons of massacre. In the past, when the Demonic Cult was at its peak, the reason why the Central Plains, which had an overwhelming numerical advantage, were razed to the ground was because of the endless strength of the demons.
Even though it is not a fighting force, it is still a demonic cult.
Among the later indexes, there were those who were so ignorantly strong that even Seomun Da-yeon, who was confident in her ignorance, had no choice but to run away without even thinking about resisting.
however…….
“Oh, shit! It’s not coming out.”
The young man with the fierce face that I saw right before my eyes was waving his dogma while sticking a branch into the mouth of that fearsome mine.
'Is this a dream?'
It's an overly unrealistic sight.
I wish it was just a dream, but it was too vivid to be true.
“Oh, it’s gone…….”
At that moment, she saw the poison that had escaped between her eyes flowing down Gwak Hwan's throat.
“Gyah! No way!”
Surprised, she rushed towards Kwak Hwan’s face. At that moment, Wei Yanhu stepped on Kwak Hwan’s stomach.
“Ugh!”
Kwak Hwan, who had clearly fainted, groaned, and poison rose from his throat.
“Hey, support.”
Wi Yeon-ho blew away the poisonous arrow that flew into the air by hitting it with a tree branch.
“…….”
She fell to the floor with a thud and looked up at Wi Yeon-ho with a dumbfounded face.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you tying it?”
"yes."
She was called a talented woman, and she deserved to be called that, but she felt like an idiot from the beginning.
“But there’s nothing to tie it up with?”
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“Why not?”
Wi Yeon-ho pointed to the mines lying on the floor.
“Take off your clothes.”
“…….”
Seomun Da-yeon was speechless and couldn't speak properly.
Asking a young woman to take off a man's clothes is problematic enough, but don't those men look really bad right now? It's scary to even look at them, and then you ask them to come up close and take off their clothes?
“I’m sorry, but could you do it for me instead?”
It was the best she could do.
At that moment, Wei Yanhu's face distorted.
“No, but I even fought against the mines! You want me to do chores?”
"sorry."
That was all there was to say.
“Tsk.”
When Wi Yeon-ho showed no intention of coming forward, she gave up.
“He doesn’t seem like someone who can be subdued by tying him up with clothes anyway, so why not just take him?”
“Well, then go ahead.”
Wi Yeon-ho no longer seemed interested, so he put the sword back in its scabbard and began wrapping it in cloth again.
'What material is that?'
The sword and scabbard were both pure white.
I have heard that the sword made from the perennial iron found only in the North Sea has a white sheen, but it is unlikely that a scabbard would be made from that expensive perennial iron.
Besides, you wouldn't be carrying that great sword around wrapped in a stick like that and sticking it in your pack.
“Then take care on your way.”
"yes?"
"why?"
"ah……."
At that moment, Seomun Dayeon realized Wi Yeonho's intentions.
'This guy has no intention of going with me.'
When I thought about it, it was even stranger that they went together. She and Wei Yanhu had just met by chance in the mountains, and they had no choice but to join forces because they were being pursued by the Demonic Cult.
If you look at the inside story, it turns out that he was trying to help Wei Yanho, who was going to destroy all the demonic cults, but ended up only receiving help.
'Then I… … .'
Seomun Da-yeon trembled when she saw Gwak Hwan fainting.
Are you telling me to take that mine away?
Even though she's passed out now, the moment Mine wakes up, she'll be the one dragged away.
“Cow, cow.”
"yes?"
“Let me formally introduce myself. I am Seomun Da-yeon of the Seomun family, a member of the first unit of the Sungcheon Jeongmu Alliance.”
“Yes. It’s Wi Yeon-ho.”
Seomun Da-yeon bit her lips tightly and spoke confidently.
“I am currently carrying out a mission under orders from the Sungcheon Jeongmu Alliance. Since I received help from Sohyeop during that time, I will receive personal compensation as well as compensation from the Sungcheon Jeongmu Alliance.”
"yes yes."
Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly. Although Wi Yeon-ho’s reaction was dull, Seomun Dayeon did not give up and struck the final blow.
“So, could you help me a little more? This is a very serious matter. I have to send this man to the Jeongmu Alliance. If you help me, the Jeongmu Alliance will give me a great reward, and Confucius’s name will be known throughout the world.”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded and answered.
“I don’t like it.”
"yes?"
"no, I do not want."
“No, don’t do that…….”
“Oh, I don’t like it.”
Not even a needle went in.
* * *
“I had a good time.”
The old man was regaining his original color. It seemed fake that he had been surprised when he saw Wei Yanhu.
“It’s a great useless thing.”
“I see.”
The old man nodded slowly. It was certainly shocking that someone of that age had achieved such skill. It was even more shocking when he thought about whether anyone he knew had achieved such a level at that age.
“There……”
A sword that emits light… … .
“I’m sure I’ve heard of it before.”
The old man was lost in thought.
It wasn't something I had heard by hearsay. It felt like something I had heard somewhere before, long before that.
Of course, if you think about it, swords that emit light are common.
The black spirit naturally emits a certain amount of light, and even if it is only darkened, it emits a brilliant light.
But the old man was also a person who could use strong energy. There was definitely something different between the strong energy he used and the sword that was emitting light.
Doesn't the light emanate so splendidly that it's too bright to be simply a transformation of the sword?
“It’s so brilliant.”
The old man shook his head.
I can't quite remember. But if it was important, I would have remembered it, so I guess you could say that the glowing sword isn't that important.
“What should I do?”
“Hmm?”
“Shouldn’t it be removed?”
“Remove it…….”
The old man looked at Wei Yanhu quietly.
“It feels bad to trample on the growing sprouts, but the gravity of the matter makes it impossible for me to just sit back and watch.”
“Yes.”
The old man was in trouble.
If the old man himself steps forward, even if it is a difficult index to measure, Wi Yeon-ho will be able to handle it. That is the kind of person the old man was.
But it was also unpleasant to see someone with that level of talent being crushed in this dark mountain.
That too is under review.
What can I say about the love I have for those who walk the path of the sword together?
The old man made a decision.
“Blue moon.”
"yes."
“I will cancel the order given to Jeokwol. Someone like me would not blame Jeokwol’s abilities. I will restore Jeokwol to its original state, and I will give the same order to you and Jeokwol.”
“Yes. Please give your order.”
“Kill all the survivors.”
Who survived?
Cheongwol was troubled. He couldn't figure out exactly who the old man meant by "survivor."
“It is not yet time for the religion to be revealed above the water. If we only see and hear it with our own eyes, it will end at the level of suspicion. The child of the West Gate does not yet have the power to speak. Kill all the surviving believers and keep their mouths shut.”
“I will do as you say.”
The old man looked at Wei Yanhu quietly.
“Child, let me just let you go this once.”
It wasn't just because we were walking the path of the sword together. If they knew that there was a talented person like me, even the young ones who thought they were the best couldn't help but be inspired.
When I thought about what kind of expressions those arrogant things would make when they found out about Wei Yanho's existence, I felt amused.
“What about the grand plan?”
“This is not a plan that can be shaken to this extent. Everything will proceed without a hitch. That is why I came.”
The old man turned around and started walking. In the place where he was walking, there was a cart with a mule tied to it.
“I saw something fun during my long trip abroad. This is why martial arts is fun.”
The old man laughed heartily and climbed onto the cart.
'I feel a strange sense of familiarity.'
It was a familiarity, as if he had met his grandson. But that was impossible, since he had no successor.
The old man patted the donkey's rump, feeling a mixture of vague joy and anxiety.