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Taejonbirok Volume 7 Episode 2
Chapter 43: The Lazy Man Sells Off (2)
“Oh, Gong Daehyeop. It’s been a while.”
“Great Swordsman, that is an exaggeration. Please call me Gong Mora.”
Gong Mujin bowed his head respectfully. Judging from his distribution and his reputation in the world of martial arts, Gong Ling was someone who could not be treated lightly.
“It is a very happy thing to meet the rare person I have met, but it does not seem like a situation where I can calmly exchange greetings. Could you tell me what is going on?”
“It is as you see.”
The official pointed to the carriage.
“As you can see…… What happened to the Emperor’s Eugene?”
“I’m copying it now.”
“Are you copying it?”
“Yes. Now.”
At Gongmujin’s words, Gongryeong looked around the room again. People were quickly copying books, each with a book on their nightstand.
“S, surely… that?”
"yes."
Gong Mu-jin answered with an awkward smile.
“This is the Sword Emperor’s Guide.”
“Hey, the Sword Emperor’s Treasure?”
Gong Ling couldn't understand this situation at all. The Sword Emperor's Secret Book was supposed to be a secret book left behind by the Sword Emperor, but why were so many people copying it at the same time?
Gong Mu-jin looked at the distant sky while looking at Gong Ling who was expressing doubt with his eyes.
How on earth do I explain this?
“That, that’s why…….”
After hearing the entire explanation, the spirit was startled and said:
“So, you’re saying that you sold the Emperor’s Eugene for money?”
“According to him, he already has the original, so it is not accurate to say he sold it. He said he just gave it to someone to copy.”
“That’s not it.”
“That is correct.”
“What the hell is that person?”
“Ambassador.”
Gong Mu-jin expressed his respect and concern for Ambassador Gong Ryeong and gave him advice that he absolutely had to give.
“For the sake of the illegality and the rest of your life, I recommend that you do not associate with that idiot.”
“Ma, Mangjong?”
“He is a fool who bewitches people’s hearts.”
The ambassador looked at Gong Mu-jin with a bewildered expression. If you just listened to his words, it would sound like he was cursing, but the ambassador could see the affection that could not be hidden on Gong Mu-jin’s face.
'What kind of kid is he?'
Plum Blossom Sword Ghost Gong Mu-jin was famous for his eccentric and sharp personality. There were even rumors that even his fellow students were afraid of him.
So, it was natural that he should become the next Jangmun-in in terms of skill and fame, but there was a rumor going around that the current Jangmun-in was struggling due to his lack of synergy.
It was quite surprising to the prince that such a person would show such affection to someone who was not even his disciple.
“Can I meet that kid sometime?”
“……Ambassador, I clearly warned you.”
“Heh heh heh heh.”
The prince smiled broadly and said.
“There are many people in the world, and isn’t it the job of a Buddhist to lead all of them to a world of peace? He doesn’t seem like a bad kid, so it’s okay.”
Gong Mu-jin shook his head.
If you want it, you can't stop it, so what can you do?
You have to experience it to know.
Gong Mu-jin took Gong Ryeong to Wi Yeon-ho.
“Ah! I told you not to push! Do you want to die?”
A person who was writing in a cramped space was getting angry because his handwriting was being messed up by the person next to him.
“What? What did I do?”
“Come out! I’ll finish writing your life before I finish this one.”
“Yeah!”
The official coughed in vain.
“Ahem!”
The two people who discovered the official bowed their heads slightly.
“Have you forgotten what the Great Master said: ‘Anyone who causes trouble will be driven out?’”
"……sorry."
“I will write quietly and go.”
“Ahem.”
Sweat began to pour out of the spirit's forehead.
‘Those people, I think I’ve seen them somewhere… … .’
Even though he had not seen much of the world because he was guarding the prose, he knew that these people were people with a certain level of fame. It was absurd that such people were holding books and copying on the street, and it was completely incomprehensible that they would back down at the mere mention of Confucius.
'Did you subdue all these people with your own inaction, so that they wouldn't dare to act rashly?'
But is that even possible?
From what I heard, it seems like Wi Yeon-ho is still a young child, but doesn't that mean he accomplished something that even the leaders of major sects would find difficult to do?
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Gong Ling became even more curious about the boy named Wi Yeon Ho.
'That's what's in this carriage.'
The prince looked at the carriage with slightly nervous eyes.
“Wei Xiaoxue, come out. The great master of Shaolin has come to meet Wei Xiaoxue.”
“…….”
Even though the official called politely, there was no response inside the carriage.
The Duke did not rush him and waited quietly. However, Gong Mujin was not pleased with Wei Yanhu’s slacking off even in front of the Duke and shouted at him.
“If an adult is here, you should at least show your face!”
"no way!"
Then a human head popped out from above the carriage.
'Wow, was it up?'
Why are there people coming out of a carriage when there is a perfectly good carriage left?
The prince couldn't help but be surprised again when he saw the head popping out from the carriage. He had heard that he was young, but it was a real child who still had a childish look.
'I think he's about the same age as Musan… … .'
“Didn’t you say that the Great Master Kongling came from Shaolin? Even your father wouldn’t be able to stick his head out in front of the Great Master Kongling! Why can’t you just come down?”
Wi Yeon-ho flinched at the word “father.”
'You punk, I'm on top of you now.'
Gong Ling was a very influential person even within Shaolin. Gong Wujin did not want Wei Yanhu to be disliked by Gong Ling. Just looking at Wei Yanhu's actions, he wanted to kick his butt, but even so, he should be the one kicking Wei Yanhu's butt, not Shaolin.
That is why I hoped that if I mentioned Wi Jeong-han's name, Wi Yeon-ho would be a little more polite.
“Okay.”
Wi Yeon-ho jumped down from the roof of the carriage and threw a lottery ticket at Ambassador Gong-ryeong.
“My name is Wei Yanhao, the second son of the Guangdong Wei family.”
“Oh, Guangdongwei! Then you must be the son of the great swordsman Zhengxia Jian.”
In such cases, Wi Jeong-han was indeed a man of great fame. Those who prided themselves on being part of the political party would all express respect and favor when they heard Wi Jeong-han's name.
'I told you it's strange.'
When you look at him from inside the house, he's a pitiful father who's being held captive by his mother, but once he goes outside, his evaluation skyrockets. It's really funny.
“I heard that you have obtained the Sword Emperor’s Eugene. Is that true?”
“Yes, that’s true.”
“……And is it true that the Sword Emperor’s Eugene is making others desperate?”
“Yes, it’s true.”
Wi Yeon-ho was polite.
'What's the problem?'
I understand that Wei Yanhu is not very accustomed to manners. However, it is not a big problem. To this extent, he is trying to be polite.
"dole."
The prince spoke solemnly.
“The spirit of the donor who is not attached to objects is very similar to that of the Buddha. It is not something that anyone can do to readily give up the treasures that came into their hands at a young age. In that respect, this nobleman was very impressed by the donor. Amitabha.”
“Amitabha.”
When Gong Ling first clasped his hands together, the Shaolin disciples who followed him also clasped their hands together to show respect to Wei Yan Hu.
“Huh?”
What are these people talking about now?
“But if this stuff gets released into the world, things will be a disaster.”
"yes?"
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head as if he didn't understand at all.
“Would you not hand this over to us right now? We will never use it to satisfy our own selfish desires. We promise to use it for the development and peace of the world.”
“No, even the monk doesn’t understand what I’m saying very well…….”
At that moment, Gong Mujin rushed in and covered Wei Yanhu’s mouth. Wei Shulian also screamed and flew in, hanging on Wei Yanhu’s waist, and Yi Seolhwa coughed loudly, blocking Wei Yanhu’s voice.
Gong Mu-jin whispered softly.
“Above, be polite! Be polite! Adult! Adult! Righteous!”
Although it seemed like something wasn't quite right, the message was clearly conveyed that he wanted to speak politely out of consideration for his father.
"all right."
Wi Yeon-ho nodded and said.
“Monk, I understand what you are saying, but this is mine. No matter what I do with it, it is my decision.”
“…….”
Is that polite?
Although his posture was very polite, with both hands clasped together and his head bowed quietly, his tone was somewhat subtle.
“And I’m not selling the original right now. I’m just making copies. I have the original, so I’m not selling it. I’m just keeping it for a reasonable price.”
The spirit's face became subtle.
“How much is it?”
“It’s two nyang of gold.”
“Two, two nyang.”
The ghost's face became more distorted.
Selling the Emperor's secret recipe for two nyang!
No, since I’m not giving away the original but making a copy, selling it for two nyang seems appropriate, and since there’s nothing different about it compared to the original, selling it for two nyang seems a bit too much… … .
“Ha, but if you keep handing over the secrets like this, wouldn’t it spread throughout the entire martial arts world?”
“That won’t happen. Look.”
Wi Yeon-ho pointed to one side.
People standing in line at the desk where Seomun Da-yeon was sitting with a soul-less face were diligently writing something down.
“Excuse me, what is that?”
“It’s a pledge.”
“A pledge?”
Wi Yeon-ho smiled faintly.
“If we were to sell copies here, and those who took the copies would also receive money to have the books transcribed, there would soon be no demand. That’s why we pledge not to make copies of the books we transcribe today. We only give the books to people whose identities are confirmed.”
“Is that so?”
The spirit looked at Wei Yanhu as if he was looking at something incomprehensible.
'Should I say that this is a lack of possessiveness, or should I say that this is excessive greed?'
It could be said that he is not greedy as a warrior in that he shares the secret of the millennium with others, but isn't it also an outrageous business practice to sell it for two nyang each?
"I……."
At the moment when Gongryung was pondering how to accept this situation, someone quietly approached Wi Yeonho and said.
“I’m sorry, but I’m a little late… What if I don’t have cash right now?”
"hey."
The man who saw where Wi Yeon-ho was pointing flinched and trembled.
Silver River Battlefield Luoyang Branch Office.
Beneath a large banner hung a man with a greedy face waving at him, holding a bundle of money.
“You can go there and borrow money.”
"……yes."
The man walked along with a limp.
It was a dire scene, with the people's economy and household debt increasing.