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Taejonbirok Volume 6 Episode 18
Chapter 41: Lazy, Get Involved (3)
“You’re quite a cheeky little squirrel. We like children, but we don’t like spoiled children so we’d better be careful.”
“If I’m careful, will you save me?”
“I’ll die a little less painfully.”
Wi Yeon-ho snickered.
“That’s it.”
“No, it’s very different.”
The ghost took a step closer to Wei Yanhu with a completely different sinister smile than before.
“If you were to hear the screams of those I have killed with all my heart, you would be so shocked that you would not be able to stand properly. It’s a shame that I couldn’t let you hear those sounds. No, should I just listen to the screams that will come out of your mouth a little later?”
“Yes, I understand.”
Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand as if he was annoyed and said.
“So, I’d like to hear what you were doing up front and what the blood was on your sleeve.”
“Haha.”
Thomas opened his mouth quietly.
“What if I end up like this while catching a rabbit?”
“Inspiration.”
Even though he was told not to call him “inspiration,” Wi Yeon-ho insisted on calling him “inspiration.”
“Do you know why I called you?”
“……I don’t know?”
“Of all the people I’ve ever seen, you two are the first two people who smell so strongly of blood.”
“Huh?”
Doma looked at Wei Yanhui as if he was interested.
“The smell is so strong that it feels like my nose is going to rot.”
The official's face hardened.
The scent that Wei Yanhui speaks of is probably not the actual smell. It must mean that the murderous intent permeating their bodies is that strong.
“What did you do?”
Gong Mu-jin's voice also became even more stiff.
Guima frowned when he saw Gongmujin's reaction.
“Tsk tsk, that’s why I was just going to leave. If you keep acting like this, we won’t be able to hold it in any longer. No matter how patient we are, we’re not gentlemen who can just let it slide when we get insulted by brats who haven’t even lived half as long as we have.”
“Okay, so tell me what you were doing up front.”
The ghost burst into laughter at Wei Yanho's words.
“If you want to know even if you die, then you have to tell me.”
The demon said, brushing his beard.
“What you think happened didn’t happen. I just did what I had to do naturally.”
“What to do?”
“Yes. Maybe I did what the volcano taught me.”
Gong Mu-jin's eyebrows twitched.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t those who say ‘Dogani and Bulga’ want the world to turn naturally? It is only natural for humans to die and be buried in the ground, so it is no exaggeration to say that this body has practiced the teachings of Taoism. Hehehe.”
Gong Mu-jin gripped the sword's handle tightly.
The smell of blood.
village.
And sent the man to death.
It wasn't that hard to guess what happened from those three things alone.
“Hey! You’re going to get punished!”
Gongmujin pulled out his sword.
“Punishment from heaven… Will you be able to punish me? Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen the blood of a volcano. Doma said that when you cut down a volcano, its blood smells like plum blossoms. I’ve never smelled that kind of scent. I guess I’ll have to smell your blood to see what kind of scent it has.”
Slurp.
Gongmujin drew his sword.
His head was so hot that he couldn't think properly. If it was Guido Ssangma, he couldn't handle them alone. How could he handle the masters who had already shaken the world half a century ago?
But I couldn't back down even after hearing this.
“Master.”
Lee Seol-hwa drew her sword and stood next to Gong Mu-jin.
When he saw Lee Seol-hwa’s face, he felt the blood boiling inside him suddenly subside. Gong Mu-jin, who had cooled his head, opened his mouth.
“Seolhwa, listen carefully.”
"yes."
“Those villains are stronger than us. If we fight like this, we have almost no chance of winning.”
"yes."
“But if you close your eyes and ears when you see evil, what is the point of learning the sword? If you are a warrior and call yourself a squire, there are times when you have to hit a rock with an egg.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
After hearing Gong Mu-jin's words, Lee Yong-i Bong also quietly approached and stood behind Gong Mu-jin.
“That was an impressive speech.”
“I feel like I’ve been enlightened. That’s what a business partner should be like.”
Namgung Hye pulled out her sword and said.
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Eonhyo also added a word with a sly smile.
“I thought I lacked a good reason to return, but it turned out well. If it’s the neck of Guido Ssangma, wouldn’t the instructors be speechless? This is what they say about life, and now I have a chance to make a great achievement.”
Everyone nodded at Eonhyo's words.
'indeed.'
Gongmujin couldn't help but admire the two dragons supporting him. If they knew anything about Guido Ssangma, they would know that even if everyone in the group helped, they couldn't guarantee victory.
But everyone was so full of agreement that they supported him without hesitation.
'The chivalry of the martial arts world is alive and well.'
however…….
“Oh my.”
Wi Yeon-ho sat down on the footrest of the carriage as if he found it difficult to even stand like that for a while.
'It's not that there is a conflict, nor that there isn't a conflict… … .'
I'm starting to get confused as to how to rate that.
“Those little bastards are having a lot of fun.”
The demon laughed and raised the hand hidden in his sleeve.
Gong Mujin's expression darkened as he saw his hand glowing blue-green.
'It's closer to dark green.'
Guima was famous for his unique martial arts called Nokma-su (錄魔手). It was said that the darker the green color of the Nokma-su, the higher the level of its power. Half a century ago, when Guima was active, his hands were not as dark green as they are now, but rather light green, so he must have a martial art that is incomparable to that of back then.
'But you'll still help me, right?'
Gong Mujin was by no means a reckless person. If Wei Yanhu had not been here, he would have chosen to run away rather than fight Guido Ssangma.
Even if he were alone, he couldn't let those precious lives be lost in vain on the street.
“If he hadn’t been so greedy, he would have survived. What difference does it make to have the Emperor’s son at that age?”
"under?"
The demon said incredulously.
“Do you know what kind of person the Sword Emperor is?”
“……I heard it’s the greatest sword of all time.”
“Child, you don’t know. The disaster of the Demonic Cult took away too many things. The Sword Emperor we heard about when we were young and the Sword Emperor you hear about now are so different. If you knew who the Sword Emperor was, you would know how great the meaning of obtaining that Eugene was.”
“The sword of the volcano is no less than that of the Black Emperor.”
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
The demon looked at the officials as if he was pitiful.
“Even if Il-yang-ja came back alive, he wouldn’t dare say such a thing. That brat is full of pride. He’s not the Black Sword Emperor of the Volcano, so dare to show me that he’s no match for me.”
That was the end of it.
I thought they would talk more, but the ghost, who had shown his relaxed appearance until now, rushed at Gongmujin with the green magic water in front of him, looking like an evil spirit.
“Huh!”
Gong Mu-jin gritted his teeth and gripped his sword tightly.
He blocked it by unfolding the Fallen Plum Blossom Sword Technique, which was the most effective defensive move among the twenty-four plum blossom sword techniques, but the green horse's sword easily pierced through the Fallen Plum Blossom Sword that Gong Mujin had unfolded without a single gap.
“Master!”
Although Lee Seol-hwa drew her sword and used her strength for a moment, it was impossible to stop the demon's hand.
"fault!"
At that moment, a sharp aura erupted from behind Gongmujin along with a short shout.
“Hmm?”
As the red-tinged pottery and the blue-tinged sword energy flew in at the same time, the demon stopped grabbing Gongmujin's neck and deflected the pottery and sword energy.
“Pengga’s sword and Namgung’s sword?”
The demon, who figured out the other person's identity with just one exchange, shook his hand away.
“A volcano, a penguin, and Namgung… I don’t know if I met Hwa or Bong.”
Unlike the ghost who had regained his composure, the faces of the remaining people were not very good.
'I see why they call it a monster.'
Even if everyone here worked together, it didn't seem easy to handle just one demon. But isn't there not only a demon but also a chopping board here?
If those two were to train, it would have been a sure defeat even if there was one more person here.
Gong Mu-jin blushed.
'I knew it would be like this.'
His sword, which he had trained for his entire life, was pierced so helplessly. It would be natural, considering that the two of them, Guido Ssangma, were famous throughout the world even before he was born… … .
“……Have you ever eaten boiled ginseng?”
The demon frowned.
“As you grow older, your internal energy will naturally build up. No matter how lively a child is, he or she cannot overcome the years spent rolling around in the world of martial arts.”
Upon hearing those words, Gong Mu-jin's gaze turned to a strange place.
“That’s true, but what do you think?”
Wi Yeon-ho kindly answered Gong Mu-jin's words as he looked at him.
“That’s not wrong.”
"oh?"
“Even I couldn’t defeat a 300-year-old ghost. It might be different if I continue training for another 300 years, but that won’t happen, so I guess I’ll have to assume I’ll never be able to defeat it.”
“I see. I understand that the 300-year-old monster is referring to your master. So what does your ignorant and ghostly master say when he encounters such people?”
Wi Yeon-ho answered with a stern face.
“Don’t worry about it and leave it alone.”
"huh?"
“'You are not a judge, nor are you the one who determines the laws of the world. Each person has his or her own life, and if someone is so wicked that he or she must be dealt with, someone else will do it, even if it is not you. Just focus on your work.'”
“……What did your master say his name was?”
“I told you, you wouldn’t know.”
Wi Yeon-ho sighed and got up from his seat. Then he slowly began to draw his sword.
The officials, who found it strange that his words and actions were different, opened their mouths.
“But why are you drawing your sword?”
“It’s simple. I’m not only your disciple, but also your son. My father is a Cheng Xia Jian, and if you were to just pass by these demons, he would nag you for three days and nights.”
“That must be true.”
Isn't the bravery of Jeonghyeopgeom already famous in the martial arts world?
“And the Master also said this.”
"huh?"
“The decision to use a sword is entirely a matter of feeling.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Uh, um… I talked for a long time, but the point is very simple. To put it simply, it’s like, ‘If you feel bad, just draw your sword and cut yourself.’”
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho slowly drew his sword and approached Guima.
“And I feel really dirty right now.”