Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 213

# 213

Taejonbirok Volume 9 Episode 13

Chapter 55: The Lazy Man Goes to War (3)

Wi Yeon-ho, who had brought despair to Song Hyeon, returned to his lodgings calmly.

“Hmm.”

Wi Yeon-ho, who had arrived right in front of the accommodation, looked out the window on the second floor and fell into thought.

Going up to the window is much closer in a straight line, but it requires jumping up all the way. On the other hand, going through the front door is further, but requires much less effort.

Because he was lazy, Wi Yeon-ho ended up worrying about things that other people didn't worry about.

“I guess it’s better to go back.”

Walking a long distance is less tiring than running right away. Isn't it Wei Yan-ho who has spent his whole life searching for the best way to manage his stamina? It doesn't take strength to jump down, but it takes several times more strength to jump up.

Wi Yeon-ho went to the main gate and opened it.

“Huh?”

And by chance, I had the misfortune of running into Wi Jeong-han as he was leaving his accommodation.

Wi Jeong-han's face began to fill with anxiety as he confirmed that Wi Yeon-ho, who should have been in the room, was calmly coming in from outside.

“When did you go out and come back?”

“……Just now.”

Wi Jeong-han did not miss Wei Yan-ho's slight shrinking. No matter how long they had been apart, he was his father, and Wei Yan-ho was his son.

You can notice subtle changes in your child even with your eyes closed.

Above all, wasn't Wi Yeon-ho a damn son of a bitch who would calmly rip his stomach off when he thought he had done nothing wrong? That subtle cringe just now meant that Wi Yeon-ho was feeling a little sorry for Wi Jeong-han.

“……Where have you been?”

“Hey, did you come back from training?”

“Now even lies!”

As Wi Jeong-han spewed fire from his eyes, Wi Yeon-ho shouted as if he was being wronged.

“It’s true!”

“Inooooooohh!”

When Wi Jeong-han suddenly shouted, Wi Yeon-ho was startled and stepped back.

“Why are you like that?”

“No matter how lazy you are, the reason I never scolded you so much is because you were always honest!”

Wi Yeon-ho opened his mouth wide.

You didn't scold me?

How many times had Wi Jeong-han overturned Wi Yeon-ho's bed? I couldn't understand where he was coming up with such nonsense without even wiping his mouth.

“And now you’re lying to me!”

But Wi Jeong-han was so obviously serious that he couldn't fight back.

“No, I really came after training!”

“Yes, Inooooom!”

Wi Yeon-ho looked at the distant sky.

This sad reality, where no one believed him even when he told the truth, was tormenting Wi Yeon-ho.

“What is it, Father?”

The coral was startled and jumped out.

“Yeonho, what kind of accident did this guy cause? He’s lying now.”

“Are you lying?”

“Didn’t you say you came after training?”

Wi San-ho's face hardened.

Then he walked slowly towards Wiyeonho.

“……Yeonho.”

“Brother, that’s it. I think I know what you’re going to say.”

“I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but lying isn’t a good thing. Especially when you have to lie to your family…….”

“Ah! I’m really so angry!”

Wi Yeon-ho shouted while gritting his teeth.

“People can practice cultivation! Is it so hard to believe that I have practiced cultivation?”

“……Let’s look at it from the other person’s perspective.”

"huh?"

“Would you believe it?”

Wi Yeon-ho put his hand on his heart and fell into thought.

What if you were in the position of the coral reef?

“I came back from playing.”

Yeah, this is just convenient.

It would have been more probable to believe the story that a turtle flying through the sky fled when it saw a wolf chasing it.

“It should have happened a long time ago.”

Looking at Wi Jeong-han, who was laughing, and Wi San-ho, who was nodding as if thankful that he had said that, it even made me think about how wrong the life I had been living had been.

It was enough to make Wei Yan-ho, who was not usually hurt by this kind of treatment, flinch.

“Didn’t I tell you not to go outside if possible? And if you did go out, I would have told you to tell me before you left!”

“How can I report every single thing I do, even going out for a walk?”

“Why can’t you do it? Everyone else does it, so why can’t you do it? And you don’t go out as often as other people do!”

“……I’ll go.”

“Okay.”

Wi Jeong-han tapped Wi Yeon-ho on the shoulder as if to say that he would let him off easy this time.

“Then I’ll go and discuss the competition with Instructor Seok, so don’t worry about anything. And!”

Wi Jeong-han glared.

“Practice a little, practice a little! There’s only so much time left until the competition, so why are you playing around like that every day! Please practice a little and loosen up your body! Oh my!”

As Wi Jeong-han walked out, clicking his tongue repeatedly, Wi Yeon-ho looked at his back and muttered softly.

“It will be crooked.”

“Why don’t you participate?”

Cheongheoja, the elder of the volcano and the person in charge of this martial arts competition, frowned at Song Hyeon, who had come to him out of the blue to say that he would give up his participation.

What is going on?

Who is Song Hyeon?

He is the greatest of the three disciples of the shaman and a master swordsman acknowledged even in Hwasan.

Considering that Heo Ja-seong of the volcano, Song Hyeon of the shaman, and Mujin and Musan of Shaolin were selected as the four great scholars among the later scholars, Song Hyeon's departure was not an ordinary event.

'It wouldn't be a bad idea for Song Hyun to leave for Ja Sung's sake, but… … .'

If it had been a match between old factions, it would have been welcome. However, although this competition was on the surface a competition where each faction participated, in reality, it was a competition between four forces.

Jeongmu Alliance, Cheon Ui-ryeon, and Gupa.

There were several sects that were too weak to be called powers, but they formed another axis similar to a union, but there was no need to calculate that.

'It must be stopped.'

Why did he insist on accepting something that was so obvious about Cheon Eui-ryeon's intentions? It was because he was confident that he could swallow the game they had laid out. If the old faction won the martial arts competition that they had gathered people for and funded, he calculated that he would be able to regain the reputation that they had lost in the past.

Many predict that there will be no major conflicts in Gangho for the next ten years. If so, the next generation will be the ones to decide the outcome.

'That's why I have to show a good performance in this match.'

Rumors had already spread that the world's first martial arts competition was being held at the volcano. The area below the volcano was teeming with people who had come to watch the martial arts.

It is not open yet, but if the main mountain is opened, these are the people who will risk their lives to climb this steep mountain. As they climbed the rough path and saw the sights, their words will surely exaggerate the fame of those who were active in the battle.

“Think about it again.”

“My will is firm.”

“Why? Why?”

Cheongheoja hit his chest.

It was a frustrating situation. In his view, Song Hyeon was not that inferior to Heo Ja-seong, who would take responsibility for Hwasan’s succession. No, if you look at it objectively, you could say that he was a swordsman who was one step ahead of Heo Ja-seong.

But Song Hyeon-i said he wouldn't go to the military.

“……It’s difficult to tell you the reason.”

Song Hyun shut his mouth tightly like a clam.

'If we make it to the finals anyway, we'll have to meet Wi Yeon-ho at least once.'

Then I would have to roll around on the floor like a frog again, but it would have been better to abstain in advance than to end up like that.

“Do the shamans know this fact?”

“……I don’t know.”

“You are participating in this ceremony as a representative of the shamans. But how can you throw away such a weighty responsibility for personal reasons?”

'I'm throwing it away for the sake of that shaman's reputation.'

The stigma of running away with your tail between your legs?

If I think about the embarrassment I'll get from being humiliated on stage, I'd rather have my reputation turned upside down.

'It's fortunate if the stigma remains.'

Considering the shocking results that would occur on stage, it would be fortunate if people only remembered that he had withdrawn. Song Hyun will probably be forgotten under the utter indifference of this competition.

“I can’t admit it.”

“Elder.”

“If you really don’t want to participate in the competition, send your priest. If you can’t even do that, I’ll formally protest to the shaman.”

“Umm…….”

Song Hyun distorted his face.

'Just let me go.'

Although that may not have been his intention, Cheongheoja looked like a water ghost to Song Hyeon. He could feel her determination to die together even if she died, and to live together even if she lived.

“If that’s true, then there is one condition.”

"condition?"

“……Even if I abstain at some point, please don’t ask me why.”

“What the heck are you…….”

Cheonghyeoja was about to scream out of frustration, but ended up tightly closing his eyes.

Song Hyun's eyes were extremely firm. If he had applied more pressure here, he might just leave the volcano.

“Okay, I understand. I will do as you say.”

"thank you."

"but!"

Cheongheoja's eyes sparkled.

“I will definitely complain to the shaman about your attitude.”

“Yes, I will take responsibility.”

Song Hyun was confident.

By the time this martial arts competition is over, his disciples will be praising Song Hyeon's foresight.

'You can't fight a typhoon.'

Song Hyeon, who had dug a hole to avoid the typhoon, sighed softly. Perhaps they would soon find out about it. The existence of the typhoon called Wiyeonho that was approaching them.

***

Boooow!

The Tao cuts through the air.

Boooow!

One more time.

Boooow!

One more time.

The night grew deep and dawn came, but the sound of the Tao cutting through the air never stopped.

Boooow!

Once again, the Pengdu pole, which had been lowered from above, stopped the Tao.

This was because the sweat running down my forehead got into my eyes and kept stinging them.

“Phew.”

Peng Do-geuk, who had been stealing glances at his face, looked up at the sky.

'Is it a full moon…?'

As I gazed at the bright full moon, I felt a suffocating feeling in my chest. After quietly gazing at the full moon for a while, Peng Do-geuk took hold of his sword and began to strike the air again.

Boohoo! Boohoo!

The sound of regular resonance spread throughout the training ground like music.

“Just a thousand more times!”

No one would look askance at a young man training in a martial arts studio until late at night.

If Wi Jeong-han had seen that sight, he would have smiled happily and said that he wanted to adopt him as his son, and if Seok Moon-cho had seen that sight, he would have laughed heartily and said that the graduates were maintaining a great attitude.

If his peers saw this, they would be inspired, and if his juniors saw this, they would try to emulate his determined attitude.

But unfortunately, there was a twisted person here who looked down on those who wielded the Tao without belonging to any of them.

Booooooooo!

"huh?"

There was a sound of a sword cutting through the air.

But Peng Do-geuk couldn't help but tilt his head. He wasn't swinging the sword right now. The sword was still in place, but there was a sound of wind cutting through it?

As Peng Do-geuk turned his head in confusion, something pure white entered his field of vision. In an instant, the pure white something flew right in front of Peng Do-geuk’s face.

Phew!

As soon as he realized that the pure white object was a pillow, Peng Do-geuk fell to the floor after being hit in the face with the pillow.

“Go to sleep, you damn water ghost!”

At the same time, the devil poked his head out the window.