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Taejonbirok Volume 9 Episode 10
Chapter 54: Lazy Man Goes to the Volcano (5)
"huh?"
As Wei Yanhu turned his head slightly, a man wearing a full dobok was approaching him with a big smile on his face.
'It's not a volcano?'
Although it was called a dobok, the clothes the man was wearing were not Hwasan’s clothes. They were different from the Hwasan clothes that Gongmujin and Lee Seolhwa always wore.
The black uniform and the Taegeuk pattern embroidered on the right chest… … .
'psychic?'
Judging from the Taoist robe on his head, it was clear that Lee Ja was a shaman. No matter how unfamiliar he was with martial arts, there would be no Taoist priests who used the Taegeuk symbol as their symbol other than shamans.
"psychic?"
“That’s right, little brother.”
“What happened?”
The man smiled broadly.
“I didn’t mean to spy on your training, so don’t be so stiff. I’m not one to enjoy busyness either, so I was training up there and coming down. I happened to see your training, so please forgive me.”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded.
Although it was a martial world where it was forbidden to spy on others' training, this was not a place for training, and it was not possible to tell people passing by to turn back and stay away because I was training.
“You seem to be having trouble. Can I help you?”
“You have broad shoulders.”
“Hahaha, that’s what a Taoist is. If you weren’t going to help others, why did you become a Taoist?”
“Isn’t the original Tao based on non-action and naturalness?”
“That’s a basic story. It’s really hard to get rid of prejudices about Taoism. To put it simply, those who separate themselves from humans and seek their own Tao are destined to rot away in the mountains. Isn’t the true Tao something that finds its way when it’s among people?”
“……That sounds good, but I can’t understand a single thing it says.”
“Of course, what do you think?”
visor.
The man drew the sword at his side.
“It doesn’t matter what I say. What matters is that I’m here to help you.”
“Help me?”
“Isn’t it because you haven’t found the middle ground between the two? Our shamans are the best at finding the middle ground between the two. I think I can help you.”
Wi Yeon-ho looked at the Taoist monk with a slightly dazed look.
What should I say about this feeling?
If an ant had said to an elephant, 'I will tell you what heaviness means,' it would not have felt this absurd.
“No, I think it’s okay.”
“Hahahaha, you don’t have to take that out. I’m not underestimating you.”
Wi Yeon-ho kept his mouth shut, determined to hear what the hell this guy was talking about.
“Since you’re here in clothes other than the volcano’s, it means you’re also participating in this martial arts competition. There’s no way someone like that would be weak. However, no matter how strong you are, it won’t be easy to find the middle ground between Yu and Kang.”
“……Yu and Kang?”
Wi Yeon-ho let out a deep sigh.
I felt like I had met a loser.
As the accomplished painter was pondering how to capture a mountain in one stroke, a Taoist student appeared next to him and offered to teach him how to draw lines.
'Why is it that none of the drones I meet are decent?'
It was a worry.
Is it that all the people in this world who are called unmanned have a slightly different taste, or is it that only such people gather around Wi Yeon-ho?
“My name is Song Hyeon. You’ve probably heard my name before.”
“Is this your first time hearing this?”
“…….”
Song Hyun looked at Wi Yeon-ho with slightly bewildered eyes.
'You don't know?'
How could that be?
Who is he? He is Song Hyeon. He is the best shaman and the eldest disciple among the three great disciples.
Even if his skills were second to none, it made no sense that anyone in the martial arts world had never heard of a shaman's long-term disciple.
'Are you serious?'
But there was no sarcasm in the tone of voice of Wei Yanho that he was seeing now. That meant that he had really never heard of it.
'It looks like it hasn't been long since you left.'
There were cases like that.
These are people who have not been in the martial arts world for long, but who have quickly gained fame and recognition for their skills thanks to their family's hard training. These people often have limited experience compared to their fame.
“Hahaha, that’s okay. You might not know about my tiny reputation. What’s the big deal about that?”
“Listening to you, it seems like nothing in the world is important.”
“Yes, yes. Ah, that’s not wrong. What in the world is more important or less important? Everyone pursues their own path. Who decides what’s more important or less important?”
“Yes. I have listened carefully to your noble words. I need to practice some more now, so would you please go?”
“Tsk tsk, aren’t you saying that that training is wrong?”
Wi Yeon-ho realized.
There are people in the world who can be talked to, and there are people who can't be talked to. This person was clearly the latter. At the very least, a human being should be able to understand words, but unfortunately, this person was the type that couldn't understand words very well.
“Now, look carefully.”
“…….”
Now he took hold of the sword and began to demonstrate in front of him.
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'It does all sorts of things.'
I thought that since she was a shaman, she would be a bit more serious, but it seems that all people are the same. It is not the origin that matters, but the person. In fact, even Wi Yeon-ho is like that.
Who would have imagined that someone like Wei Yanhu would emerge from the Guangdong Wei family, which values negotiation and moderation?
“Now, look! This is Yune.”
Song Hyun's sword began to move smoothly.
“And this is the river.”
The sword that had been moving smoothly like water suddenly changed direction and flew quickly towards Wei Yanhu, just like a carp swimming in the water jumping out of the water.
Song Hyun's sword stopped right in front of Wi Yeon-ho's face.
“Do you understand?”
“Can you please clean this up?”
“Haha, sorry if I offended you. I guess there’s no better way to make it clear. And this is the middle ground.”
Song Hyun's sword flew towards Wi Yeon-ho. His sword seemed to move very slowly, but it was filled with power. It was a sword that looked soft on the outside, but contained great power inside.
Wi Yeon-ho looked at the sword and sighed deeply.
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
“Do you really understand?”
“Yes. Okay, I understand.”
When Wi Yeon-ho answered while rubbing his ears, Song Hyeon's face became slightly uncomfortable.
“Look, I understand how you feel, but maybe this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. Learn it properly so you don’t regret it later. I’m not someone you can easily meet.”
It may be a presumptuous remark, but it wasn't exactly wrong.
Even in the old school, the only later swordsmen who could compare to Song Hyeon were the so-called twin stars of Shaolin, Mujin, Musan, and Hwasan's Blue Sword. If you were to choose the best among them, anyone would pick Song Hyeon as the best.
There was a saying that if there was Weishanho in Jeongmu Alliance, there was Song Hyeon in Gupa.
“Yes, I understand.”
But Wei Yanho's reaction was quite cold.
“……Do you really understand?”
"hey."
"hmm?"
“Whether you know it or not, I’ll take care of it, so could you please go?”
"under?"
Song Hyeon looked at Wi Yeon-ho as if he was dumbfounded, but then his face softened.
'If you have eyes but cannot see, there is nothing more I can do for you.'
Song Hyun clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry. I thought he would be talented since he was a young boy who participated in the martial arts competition as a representative of the Jeongmu Alliance, but if he was this blind, there was no way he could help him.
'The level of political alliance has also fallen a lot.'
Song Hyeon, who became curious about the identity of the young man in front of him, asked.
“Okay, go wherever you want. By the way, what is your name?”
“It’s Wei Yan Ho.”
“Wei Yanhu? Is your family by any chance the Guangdong Wei family?”
“Yes, but.”
Song Hyun's eyes became sharp.
“Oh, so you are the younger brother of the Sword of the Sword, Wisanho.”
“Well, that’s true.”
When Wi Yeon-ho nodded calmly, Song Hyeon smiled faintly.
“Oh, oh. It seems like your brother doesn’t really care about you.”
"yes?"
“Are you saying that you didn’t give your younger brother any guidance even though he was at this level? Is there no love between brothers?”
Wi Yeon-ho let out a deep sigh.
Everyone says they have their own way of doing things, but why are they so blunt?
“No, okay, that’s fine…….”
“Hmm, maybe the power of the Sword of the Sword Coral Reef isn’t as great as I’ve heard.”
At that moment, a vein appeared slightly on Wei Yanhu's forehead.
“If you are the younger brother of Weishanho, go and tell him. The empty reputation you have gained will be shattered by me in this martial arts competition. I never believed that someone from a small family in Guangdong could have such skills. Your older brother will come to realize why the Great Sect is called the Great Sect.”
Wi Yeon-ho smiled back at Song Hyeon, who was smiling brightly.
"hey."
"……huh?"
Song Hyeon opened his eyes wide at the sudden informal speech.
“Have you ever heard of something like this?”
Is this guy crazy?
Song Hyun's face began to turn bewildered.
“A madman's medicine is a hawk.”
“Crazy guy?”
Song Hyeon started to laugh with a dumbfounded expression.
Is this kid just calling himself crazy?
It's not the first time in my life that I've had an absurd experience, but this one seemed more absurd than all the others combined.
“Brother, I don’t know why you are angry. Of course you are proud of your brother, but I am not wrong. Your brother’s skills are…….
Paaaaah!
Song Hyun couldn't continue speaking.
It's a given.
Because there's no way a person who's been hit in the face with a sword and thrown to the ground can speak.
"I don't know?"
Wi Yeon-ho swung his arms around as he watched Song Hyeon covering his face on the floor, unable to even scream.
“If you don’t know, you have to be right.”
Wi Yeon-ho stuck his sword into the floor and lifted the scabbard.
Out of nowhere, the sound of a pig being slaughtered began to echo throughout the pristine volcano.
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“……Song Hyeon?”
“That’s right.”
“Are you by any chance Song Hyeon Jin-in?”
“That’s right.”
Saga's face began to rot. Song Hyun Jin-in was famous as the best shaman of later generations. He was buried because of Wei Yan-ho at the time, but if Wei Yan-ho had not existed at the time, he would have been a candidate for the best swordsman in the world.
But isn't it true that he met Wi Yeon-ho before he could even bloom?
That too… … .
“Did you get hit a lot?”
“Umm…….”
Gwanggu Shingae scratched his cheek as if he felt sorry.
“In a way, it’s really unfortunate for Song Hyun Jin-in. If he had just passed by there, he would have done better in the competition.”
“…….”
“One thing people don’t know is that…… Wei Yanhui is a person who has really been beaten up.”
“What does that mean?”
“How many times must Wei Yanhu have been hit by Gwanggeom? Wei Yanhu is someone who has suffered in a single day what would take another person a lifetime. And…….”
The Gwanggu Shingae smiled faintly.
“People who have been hit a lot tend to get beaten well.”
Saga's face was distorted horribly.