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Taejonbirok Volume 6 Episode 3
Chapter 38: Lazy, Idle (3)
“It was real?”
Wi Yeon-ho's ears perked up.
It couldn't help but be an interesting topic.
Geomhwang is known as the greatest swordsman of all time. How could one not be interested in the discovery of the remains of such a person?
“Really? Is it true that the Emperor’s Eugene has really been discovered?”
“To be exact, it should be said that the tomb of Emperor Geom-Hwang was discovered, not the remains of Emperor Geom-Hwang.”
“A grave? Are you sure?”
“They say that there are aspects that match the Emperor’s actions during his lifetime. First of all, they say that the tomb is very unpretentious. Isn’t it said that the Emperor was a very unpretentious person?”
Ugh… … .
Wi Yeon-ho nodded without realizing it.
That's what it should be like for someone called the Emperor.
Isn't he completely different from his master, who loves luxury and flashy things, and who makes his swords flashy!
His master was fond of luxury, to the point of being pathologically obsessed with it. Whenever he had a moment to rest, he liked to tell ridiculous stories, such as how he once had a golden martial arts studio in his house, and how if he had spent all his wealth, the people of the Central Plains would have been fed for a year.
His teacher was full of arrogance, but isn't Geomhwang famous for being easygoing?
“But just because the tomb is plain doesn’t mean it can be considered the tomb of the Emperor of Black Emperor.”
“That’s not all. They say that the remains of the nameless clothes that the past Emperor liked to wear were discovered inside the tomb.”
“That’s right. It’s said that he was extremely frugal and never wore fancy clothes.”
Ugh!
Wi Yeon-ho nodded his head repeatedly.
It should be like that when it comes to the best swordsmanship in the world that serve as a role model for others.
On the other hand, his master was a man who loved silk clothes and even went to great lengths to wear silk clothes decorated with dragons and phoenixes, even while portraying his flesh as an illusion.
I sighed as I recalled my master's appearance in the past when he would dress up like this and go to the gisaeng house, and the gisaengs would laugh and say that they would go crazy.
How can we be so different when we are both from three hundred years ago?
'What? Shaolin cut off Min-dae-bald, and the shaman threw Mal-ko to the ground?'
At the same time, there was a swordsman, so what kind of nonsense is this? I thought it was just empty talk and ignored it, but now that I look at it, isn't it more than empty talk!
“You sound like a conman.”
"yes?"
“Oh, no.”
No matter what, I felt somehow embarrassed to talk about my teacher.
“So? Was the Emperor’s martial arts discovered in there?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Why?”
“There was an opinion from the organ enthusiast that there was a space behind the tomb, but it is said that it is not opening at all as if it has been closed for a long time. It is said that many people are currently rushing to that place and trying to open the door.”
“Hmm, if that’s true… this is not an ordinary thing.”
Seomun Da-yeon, who had been listening to the conversation, turned her head and looked at Lee Seol-hwa.
“Snow flower.”
“Yes, Sister Seomun.”
The two of them rode on a horse and traveled for quite some time, and it seemed like they had become close friends.
“Aren’t you envious of the Sword Emperor’s martial arts?”
Lee Seol-hwa shook her head.
“I’ve heard that treasures belong to their own owners. I don’t think I can have it just because I want it.”
“But you never know.”
Lee Seol-hwa seemed to be thinking deeply, then shook her head again.
“It would be difficult for someone as ignorant as the Emperor. I don’t think it’s something I can handle.”
“That’s not wrong.”
Gong Mu-jin slowly opened his mouth.
Where had he hidden the frivolity he had shown when dealing with Wei Yanhu? His face was showing the appearance of a swordsman that he had shown for the first time.
“If it is the martial arts of someone as high as the Sword Emperor, it is the martial arts of the highest order. Especially since he is the last Yu Jin, it must be the martial arts that have organized his innermost thoughts. The more such martial arts are, the more difficult and complicated they are.”
"yes."
“Difficult martial arts can be very useful when mastered, but if not careful, they can cause the person learning them to fall into a state of obsession with money. So it is better not to be greedy.”
“Will it be very difficult?”
“An ordinary person would not be able to understand it even if they read it. Only those who have reached the highest level of wisdom would be able to gain some insight. The insight of legendary figures is that complex and great.”
Wei Yanhu's expression became sullen. This was because he remembered what his teacher had said.
“What? It’s difficult? Why is it difficult? It can’t be difficult if the sword is difficult! Those guys who leave behind their deep thoughts and such and cover it up with strange words are all pretending to have something trivial. Or they’re just full of shit in their heads and can’t explain their deep thoughts in an easy-to-understand way. The best thing is to make it easy for anyone to know and learn. Otherwise, why teach it? Just know it and go to the grave. What do you think! This master’s martial arts are easy, convenient, and simple! Keuhehehehe!”
“He is a scammer.”
"yes?"
"……no."
Every time he opens his mouth, he lies. Every time he opens his mouth, he lies.
'But then again, the century is really dirty.'
I was just curious as to how such a gentleman came to have such strong martial arts skills.
Well, looking at the fact that he had even made an internal sac, there was a high probability that he had picked it up and eaten it from the Three Kings of Eternity. He could have even sold the remaining parts to make a lot of money.
“Besides, don’t you already have the volcano’s ignorance?”
“Yes, Master.”
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“No matter how great the swordsmanship of the Emperor of Swordsmanship is, it is already a swordsmanship from three hundred years ago, and Hwasan’s swordsmanship is no less great. No, considering the times, it is even more great. So, don’t be greedy for useless things, and focus on what you have.”
"yes."
Wi Yeon-ho's stomach twisted for no reason.
“But when was the Plum Blossom Sword Technique created?”
“Oh, about five hundred years ago?”
“Well, that’s old-fashioned too.”
“…….”
When Gong Mu-jin became dumbfounded, Wei Yan-ho finally felt a little better.
'That's strange.'
I always want to curse at my master, but even though I don’t know his personality, I can’t listen to badmouthing his martial arts. If the martial arts of three hundred years ago were old-fashioned, doesn’t that mean my master’s martial arts are also old-fashioned?
'Usually, if you curse your master, shouldn't you be angry?'
Perhaps the greatest pride that the master had in his own martial arts had passed on to him as well.
What a pitiful person, to be proud of your ignorance when you have such a handsome face.
“Let’s eat first.”
"yes."
As Gong Mu-jin picked up his chopsticks and took the food, Wi Yeon-ho called out to Jeom So-yi.
“Please give me some food here.”
“Are you going to eat rice again with all these dishes?”
“I ate too much dry food.”
As the rice was brought in, Wi Yeon-ho picked up the bowl and took a spoonful.
Swish.
At that moment, a well-fried chicken leg slid onto his rice bowl.
'uh?'
Lee Seol-hwa placed a chicken leg on top of Wi Yeon-ho's rice bowl and turned her gaze away.
'what?'
“Hmm, this chicken is really well fried. I want to see the chef. Yeah, where are the chicken legs……”
Gong Mu-jin, who was searching for a chicken leg in the bowl, tilted his head and then turned back to Wi Yeon-ho's rice bowl.
“……Those two, aren’t they too much?”
“Two outlines?”
Wi Yeon-ho looked down at his rice bowl and opened his eyes wide.
“Hey, when did this come up?”
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
Gong Mu-jin clicked his tongue.
“Don’t you know that taking both legs when eating chicken is no different from declaring war, even if blood pours down on this place?”
“It’s not me!”
“And an excuse! That chicken must have been over-fried! I see it’s still alive and moving! If it didn’t walk in on its own, you wouldn’t have brought it, so why would it be there?”
“Wow! Wow!”
Wi Yeon-ho turned his head with a face full of resentment, but Lee Seol-hwa never turned her face towards him as it was fixed on her master.
“Well, if you’re from Guangdong Province, you must have grown up not being able to eat good food. This is really disappointing.”
Wi Yeon-ho beat his chest, but Seomun Da-yeon looked at him with a trembling face, so he had no choice but to endure the injustice.
“……Can I order one more?”
"no."
Wi Yeon-ho, who had suddenly become a ghost because he couldn't eat chicken legs, secretly glared at Lee Seol-hwa, but Lee Seol-hwa still did not meet his gaze.
'What the heck?'
Even though he turned his head, he couldn't hide his ears. His reddened ears were prickling.
“Hmm?”
Gong Mu-jin frowned when he noticed that Lee Seol-hwa's face had turned red.
“Your face is red. Are you still recovering from the internal injuries inflicted on you by that pervert?”
"……no."
“If you don’t take care of your internal organs in time, they will continue to torment you for a long time. Focus on controlling your body.”
“Yes, Master.”
Wi Yeon-ho's heart was seething as he watched the sight.
“When did you try to throw me in the Chamhoe-dong? Now you’re acting so kind!”
“Hehehe, at that time, I didn’t know how strong you were. When I heard that you defeated that pervert with one blow, I thought my disciple let his guard down and got hurt. If that wasn’t the case, wouldn’t it have been okay?”
“Ugh.”
The first time I saw Gong Mu-jin, he seemed very cold, but when I got to know him, I realized he was a very clumsy person.
“But let me tell you about your teacher. I can’t help but wonder what kind of person he was to raise someone like you.”
“Are you a ghost?”
“You seem like a ghost. If you’re an inspector, that aspect can’t be considered a flaw.”
“No, I said it’s a ghost.”
“…….”
Gong Mu-jin looked at Wi Yeon-ho with vain eyes.
“If you don’t want to talk, just say so and that’s it.”
“That’s why I said I wouldn’t say anything!”
What can I do if you don't believe me even if I tell you the truth?
I can't call my father 'father', I can't call my brother 'brother'…
Oh, isn't this the right word to use here?
Gongmujin did not ask Wei Yanhu about his teacher anymore because he thought Wei Yanhu was reluctant to talk about his teacher.
Of course, Wei Yanhui had no such intention, but it was a situation that could easily have been misunderstood.
“Did you say you were going to Luoyang?”
"yes."
“Are you thinking of joining the political alliance?”
“No, that’s not it. I’m just traveling without any particular purpose right now.”
“Oh, I see. Then there’s no need to go to Luoyang… How about stopping by Huashan? If you come, the elders of Huashan will welcome you with open arms.”
“……Isn’t there anything good for me?”
“The volcano is a hospitable place. It will be a more enjoyable experience than you think.”
“Hmm…….”
At the moment when Wi Yeon-ho was about to hesitate, Gong Mu-jin spoke in a quiet voice.
“And I think it would be best to get out of this area as soon as possible.”
“Yes? Why?”
“The wind of blood will blow soon.”
Wi Yeon-ho's face also became a little more serious after seeing Gong Mu-jin's extremely serious face.