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Taejonbirok Volume 9 Episode 12
Chapter 55: The Lazy Man Goes Out (2)
It was a difficult thing to understand.
Song Hyun is a warrior. He is a warrior who has walked quite a distance. No matter how rigorously a warrior trains, he cannot completely eliminate physical pain.
In particular, shamanism is a sect that only walks the path. If there is pain in training, it is a sect that preaches that rather than eliminating the pain, it is better to accept it naturally.
Starting with Tai Chi, then learning Shao Qing, and then Tai Qing Sword Technique, he had to endure a lot of beatings and suffered a lot of pain.
He is where he is today because he overcame injuries that sometimes seemed life-threatening.
however…….
Why is the pain I feel in my head right now so terribly painful, as if it doesn't belong to this world?
“Kuaaaaaaaaa…….”
Song Hyeon, holding his head, cried out in pain.
It wasn't the first time I'd been hit in the head with a scabbard. Whether it was a wooden sword or a real sword, there were always people who would hit their heads first if they made a mistake while practicing.
But this scabbard was different. It really hurt to the bone.
Even if you were to really hit someone's head with the intention of breaking it, it wouldn't hurt this much. What on earth could you do with a sword to cause this much pain to a person?
However, Wei Yanho was nodding his head and approaching Song Hyeon in a crooked posture, as if he had no intention of solving the question.
“You don’t understand?”
No, I'm going! I'm going, you little shit!
I'm convinced enough. But I can't say that I'm convinced. How can I say that when I'm so out of my mind screaming?
“Then you have to hit it until you understand!”
I'm going, Inma! I'm going!
But unfortunately, Wei Yanhu did not know how to use mind reading, and Song Hyeon did not know how to convey the sound of his heart to others. He would have to learn the Six Harmonies to be able to convey the sound without opening his mouth, but if that was possible, why was Song Hyeon the third-generation disciple?
Song Hyun shivered as he felt Wei Yanho's foot kicking his back.
“Wake up.”
"yes!"
I don't know where the strength came from, but Song Hyun suddenly got up.
“You don’t understand?”
“……No. I’m going, I’m going.”
“If it’s so easy to understand, what’s the fuss about not understanding it?”
“I think I’m crazy.”
That's crazy.
You can't come here without being crazy.
Song Hyeon, who was thinking about why he came here, swallowed the tears that were about to flow out.
“What don’t you understand?”
But Wei Yanhu also had a noble personality.
“Because I think you’re too strong for your age.”
I don't know why I'm being polite. But somehow I feel like I have to be polite.
“So does it make sense now?”
"yes."
You have to be convinced.
I could clearly see what was meant by the saying that if you don't understand, you should just keep hitting yourself until you do.
"excuse me……."
"huh?"
“Are you also participating in the martial arts competition?”
"maybe?"
Song Hyeon shivered.
'This is a disaster.'
Song Hyun knew exactly where he was. Even though he was in this situation, he was actually one of the best among the later leaders of the old school.
It's not arrogance, it's reality. It's not like he's weak, but you can't say he's weak. Anyway, if Song Hyun had to grab his head and roll on the floor after being hit, the results for others would be obvious.
'My head will break and roll down one after another.'
The prestige of the old school will also be restored.
It seemed as if Song Hyun could already see the disciple of Gupa rolling on the floor, Wei Yanho picking his nose in front of him, and the audience members who were so dumbfounded that they couldn't say anything.
My mind is blown.
Song Hyun shivered as he instinctively sensed that if he made a mistake, this competition could end with the old guard being completely embarrassed.
'It's not just my problem.'
If he had been a little weaker, if he had had a little more room to rub up against Wei Yanho, he might have felt resentful. However, Song Hyun's thoughts were now progressing in a completely different way.
No one tries to fight against the coming typhoon. They try to hold out until the typhoon passes. Humans do not feel anger toward something that they are certain they cannot stop with their own strength.
Song Hyun felt exactly like that right now.
The Wei Yanho that he saw was not a man-made disaster, but a natural disaster. It was also the worst natural disaster, with a moderately foul personality, and it would pop up whenever you poke it.
'We need to come up with a plan!'
Song Hyeon, who thought that he should inform the adults who had been leading the clan about this fact and discuss countermeasures, slowly began to withdraw.
“Hey, I wish you good luck, Sohyeop!”
“Are you going?”
"……yes."
When Wi Yeon-ho smiled brightly, Song Hyeon also looked back at him awkwardly and smiled.
“Why? Didn’t you say you would teach me how to find the middle ground between softness and strength?”
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“Hahahaha…….”
If I could, I would go back to yesterday and just slap that damn fool in the face.
'Why did you do that, me yesterday?'
If you tried to teach a monkey to climb a tree, it wouldn't be this sad.
“I think I’ve lost my mind. Then, Sohyeop……”
Wi Yeon-ho smiled brightly as he watched Song Hyeon, who kept trying to pull away.
"hey."
"……yes?"
“Come here, come here.”
As Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand, Song Hyeon approached him hesitantly with an anxious expression. Although he felt a strong sense of unease, he could not ignore Wi Yeon-ho’s words.
With his skills, even if you try to run away, the sword will come off your head before you can take three steps. Then, you will roll back down as if the ground is your home.
When Song Hyeon-i, who had come right up to him, hesitated, Wi Yeon-ho smiled broadly and said.
“Listen carefully.”
"……yes."
“You don’t see anything here, nothing happened. You never saw me. Do you understand?”
“…….”
“Why is there no answer?”
“I…… Sohyeop, I am a Taoist priest after all, but from the perspective of a Taoist priest, asking me to lie…….”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded as if he was impressed.
“Hmm, that’s true. It’s true that a Taoist who follows the Tao can’t lie. That’s really great. So that’s all there is to your will?”
“You, a will?”
When Song Hyun-i spoke in surprise, Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly.
“I wish this fact would never spread, but since you say you can’t lie, I have no choice but to shut your mouth.”
“Oh, no. I would never tell you that first.”
“Yeah. But as soon as I get back to my room, someone will ask me, ‘What’s going on?’”
Song Hyun's body trembled.
That was certainly true.
“I highly value your determination to uphold the Way. Never forget that there was a Taoist who spared no effort in protecting the Way throughout his life.”
When Wi Yeon-ho made a sad expression, Song Hyeon's spine began to tingle.
'You're probably joking, right?'
But what if it's not a joke?
Then you die.
Considering that Wei Yanhu struck him with a sword without leaving a single wound, he doesn't seem to have a bad personality…
'You want me to risk my life believing that?'
This is no joke.
If Wei Yanhui has a poisonous mind now, he will die.
'Hey, no way.'
This is a volcano.
It is not an ordinary thing to kill a shaman's disciple in a volcano. If done wrong, the entire Guangdongwei clan could be accused of being a martial arts master. Even if the Guangdongwei clan is a member of the Jeongwu Alliance, if it is known that they killed a shaman's great disciple in a secluded place, they will never be safe.
Song Hyeon, who had finished thinking that far, made a stern expression.
“……Would it be a problem if I kill him? Should I just roughly identify the blood type and the blood type of demon and lock him up in a cave for two weeks?”
I'd rather die.
Hey, you cruel human. Is that what a human being does to another human being?
If Wi Yeon-ho's death threat a moment ago had been a bit playful, this time it seemed sincere. Song Hyun, who thought it would be better to die than to suffer like that, gritted his teeth and shouted.
“I didn’t see anything!”
"yes?"
Wi Yeon-ho smiled brightly.
“I wonder if our Taoist priest makes a promise here and then goes back and talks about something else later.”
“That, that won’t happen.”
“Yeah. That shouldn’t happen. If I see something strange in the atmosphere, I’ll go and find you right away. Let’s talk, let’s talk. Okay? In a quiet place.”
Song Hyun's eyes trembled.
It won't kill you.
Don't kill me.
Even if this guy is crazy, there's no way he'd murder and destroy a shaman's disciple. But what if it's during a martial arts competition?
Who would say anything if he accidentally killed someone? And even if it wasn't during a martial arts competition, it wasn't a big deal to pick a fight and cut off an arm.
Even if Wi Yeon-ho had used force, if he were a martial artist who worshipped strength, he would cheer for Wi Yeon-ho, who had defeated the great disciple of a shaman in one stroke, and would not understand Song Hyeon's grievance.
'Ah, so that's what it felt like.'
I thought of the priests who had been looking at him with indifference despite his kindness to them.
He treated the priests fairly, but the priests probably didn't feel it was fair from the beginning. When a problem arose, the elders of the clergy would not look at him and the priests with the same eyes.
Song Hyun was feeling what the priests must have felt back then.
'It's unfair.'
Even if Wei Yanhu does something wrong, Kang Ho will not look down on him because Wei Yanhu is strong.
It was a fact that I realized anew, but Kang-ho was generous to the strong and merciless to the weak. Song-hyeon, who faced the true nature of that savagery, clenched his teeth.
As a man! As a Taoist!
We cannot bow our heads to unfairness!
“Hehehe, that will never happen.”
But we have to live first.
It's unfair and rude, what else can a person do to survive?
“Hmm.”
When Wi Yeon-ho looked at Song Hyeon up and down in disbelief, Song Hyeon's survival instinct came into full effect.
“Really! And even if I tell you exactly what happened here, would people believe me?”
"but."
Wi Yeon-ho nodded as if he understood that.
“If you want, I can give you all the information about the old faction I have.”
“What are you going to use that for?”
“…….”
Well, that's true.
When elephants fight ants, they don't need to worry about the type of ant. In Wei Yanhu's eyes, they're all just small and weak creatures.
“I trust you and go. I don’t need to explain what will happen if you open your mouth without permission, right?”
“Of course!”
"okay."
As Wi Yeon-ho slowly started to descend the mountain, Song Hyeon collapsed on the spot.
'I'm screwed.'
This competition is already ruined.
It seemed as if the dreams of the sects who wanted to take over the world based on this opportunity were being shattered to pieces.
“Where did that monster come from?”
It was a day when the heavens were gloomy.