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Taejonbirok Volume 9 Episode 15
Chapter 55: The Lazy Man Goes Out (5)
The nap was like honey.
Although it was Peng Do-geuk who had first invited the conversation, Wi Yeon-ho felt a little relieved through the conversation.
Since when has Wei Yanho been obsessed with becoming stronger?
When I think about it, it was a strange thing.
If he could rest for a day, an hour, or even just a moment, he would give up everything. That was Wei Yanhu. But he went out to practice on his own.
'it's crazy.'
They say that when a person does something they normally don't do, it means that it's time for them to die, so I was suddenly scared that I might have caught a serious illness.
'That wasn't like me.'
Oh my gosh, you're training to break through the realm of ignorance.
If my master in the afterlife had seen this sight, he would have shed tears. It is not known whether they were tears of emotion or tears of resentment.
In that sense, Wi Yeon-ho was able to relax to his heart's content for the first time in a long time.
What if I'm lazy? I'm living well.
He had earned enough money, and the world was peaceful, so there was no need to struggle to become stronger. Wei Yanhu, who had let go of everything, became one with his bed.
I feel like my body is sinking deeper into the bed.
The rolled up blanket is warm.
Is there a heaven? This is heaven.
With a warm back and full stomach, there was nothing in the world that was lacking in Wiyeonho.
But the world isn't always easy, and whenever he feels comfortable, someone always appears to be upset.
I hear the door swing open.
Wi Yeon-ho, who had been buried under the blanket, pricked up his ears.
Thud thud.
The footsteps are heavy and solemn.
'You won't see it, right?'
There was a firm determination in his steps. A strong determination to take Wi Yeon-ho out at any cost!
Uduk.
As soon as the sound of someone grabbing the end of the bed was heard, Wei Yanhui poked his head out.
“I’m awake! I’m awake! Put the bed down!”
Wi Jeong-han, who was trying to turn the bed over, met Wi Yeon-ho's eyes and smiled lightly.
“You were up.”
“Yes! I’m up. So put the bed down. This isn’t my house.”
“You’ve come to think of that too.”
Wi Jeong-han said as if he was amazed.
“But why didn’t you even stick your head out when you knew full well that your father was coming in?”
“Hehehe.”
Wi Yeon-ho tried to cover it up with a smile, but Wi Jeong-han didn't budge. Wi Yeon-ho looked at his sharp eyes and answered with an awkward face.
“That way, I can rest a little more.”
“Hey! You son of a bitch!”
That man was so strong that he even turned his bed over in the volcano.
“……I’m dying from annoyance, really.”
Wi Yeon-ho sighed deeply as he looked at the crowd of people.
It was clear that those who lived in the so-called martial arts world were all not in their right minds.
“Without going crazy over a fight.”
A volcano is a place where even the most fearsome of people have to climb up several cliffs to get to. Does it make sense that so many people have gathered at that volcano to watch a fight?
'How good it would be to watch a fight.'
At this point, I was starting to have doubts about the place called Gangho.
“The preliminaries start today.”
“The preliminary round?”
“Yes. Since there were over a hundred participants, I think they thought they had to filter out some people. They tried to just set up a matchup right away, but… they rejected it.”
“Hmm.”
Wei Yanro nodded as if he understood. If there are more than a hundred participants, they will have to do more than fifty rounds at first. It’s said to be fifty, but considering that there are also rounds that are close to one hour long, three nights and four days of rounds will not be enough.
“Can’t you just tell them to go to the training grounds here and there and fight on their own and come back and report?”
“That’s a very good method, but if someone gets seriously hurt, revenge might take place in the name of a competition.”
“It’s difficult.”
Wi Yeon-ho shrugged his shoulders and looked at the large smokescreen.
'They've laid down some blue stones.'
There was a huge platform made of blue stone in the middle of the training ground, whether it was originally laid there or newly laid for this competition.
There must have been a fight going on there.
“If there’s anything you’re curious about…….”
“Isn’t it that not all of our people have arrived?”
“If you have any, ask later.”
"no way."
Wi Jeong-han smiled bitterly and answered.
“You said you’d arrive by this morning, but it looks like something happened and you’re a little late.”
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“Those who don’t keep their promises are worthless.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Wi Jeong-han clicked his tongue lightly.
'It's true that there's nothing to see.'
In the end, what Jeongmu-maeng had prepared for this competition was not them, but Wei Shan-ho and Wei Yan-ho. If only the two of them would not cause any trouble and would quietly participate in the competition, there was nothing to fear.
“How is it? Isn’t your heart pounding?”
“Not at all.”
“Haha, how generous of you.”
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Wi Jeong-han with blank eyes. His father seemed to have no doubt that Wi Yeon-ho would excel through this competition.
“Over there……Father.”
“Yes, Yeonho.”
Look at me.
Isn't the tone of speech very detailed?
If you think about it, it wouldn't have been strange if, on the day of the competition, Wi Yeon-ho's father pulled out a sword instead of turning over the bed while he was lying down and sleeping until broad daylight.
“You haven’t forgotten that there are people in this world who you shouldn’t have expectations of, have you?”
“Yes, of course I know.”
"thank god."
“That’s why I didn’t expect it.”
"yes."
“No matter how much I think about it, I can’t imagine how you could lose if you only went up unarmed.”
“…….”
“I don’t have any expectations. I don’t tell a snail to fly. It just has to crawl. If it just crawls…….”
Wi Yeon-ho opened his mouth and said, “Hey.”
Since when did his father have such expectations of him?
When was the time when he used to be a turtle and would run around like a turtle?
Wi Yeon-ho ended up laughing in vain.
'The world is not that easy, Father.'
Perhaps, he would have to shed bitter tears to remember what kind of man Wi Yeon-ho was.
“Don't worry.”
"huh?"
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head as he watched Wi San-ho approach him from behind and tap his shoulder.
“What are you talking about?”
“There’s no need to be nervous. There’s no need to use all your usual abilities. The other person is nervous too.”
“Heh heh heh heh.”
Wi Yeon-ho realized that something serious was wrong.
It's a good thing to have expectations.
For Wi Yeon-ho, who rarely had expectations of anyone in his life, having the expectations of his family placed on his shoulders was a very unique experience.
But the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
'This is a side effect.'
It was the moment when I realized that the long separation had brought about this result.
'There's nothing to worry about.'
Wi Yeon-ho shrugged his shoulders.
Now we will soon learn again what kind of person Wei Yanhu was.
“Looks like it’s starting?”
“I told you that our people haven’t all arrived yet?”
“Today is the preliminaries, so it’s okay. I just need to arrive by today. Of course, I’ll have to be punished for not being on time.”
Wi Yeon-ho suddenly stuck his mouth out.
'How generous, how generous.'
If he had been so generous in normal times, Wi Yeon-ho would not have become so twisted.
After a while, when the room seemed to become quiet, a man came up onto the stage.
“Is there a Mr. Gong behind me too?”
“Be quiet.”
“What can I not say…….”
“Oh my!”
Wi Yeon-ho's mouth protruded a foot further.
The man on the podium looked around quietly. Even though it was a trivial action, the surroundings became quiet.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Cheongyeong, and I hold the position of chief of Bindo Volcano.”
Those who had been quiet began to grumble again.
“I didn’t expect the long-term writer to come out in person.”
“Doesn’t that mean they value this competition that much?”
“That person is the Cheongyeong Jinin who saw the end of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.”
Wi Yeon-ho's ears perked up.
“Is that person Jang Moon-in?”
“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet!”
“Everyone else is saying that?”
“Oh my!”
Wi Yeon-ho pushed his mouth shut with his hand. He felt a sense of crisis that if his mouth protruded any further, it would not be able to return to its original place.
“I would like to once again express my gratitude to those who have come to this place to make it shine. As you all know, this competition is not just a place to show off each other’s skills. It will be a place where those who fought with each other’s backs during the rise of the Demonic Cult will gather once again to strengthen their friendship.”
Wi Yeon-ho said with a pleased smile.
“Even Taoist monks are good at lying.”
“Kaaaak!”
Wi Jeong-han, who could no longer bear it, grabbed Wi Yeon-ho's head and shook it vigorously.
“If you are human, you should be able to understand what is being said!”
“Oh, oh, oh.”
Wei Yanho, who had been shaking without stopping, opened his mouth.
"father."
"why!"
“The whole town is watching. Over there, I think the volcano Jangmun-in is watching too.”
“Eek!”
Wi Jeong-han, who realized that he had caught the attention of the people, took his hand off Wi Yeon-ho's head, smiled awkwardly, and put his hand on his back.
“Khuhhhhh.”
“I don’t think this problem will be solved just by saying that now…….”
“I’ll see you later when you get back to your accommodations.”
“As expected, people who tell the truth don’t end well. I should keep that in mind.”
“Okay.”
Wi Jeong-han looked at Wi Yeon-ho and frowned.
“Isn’t it normal to see your child with that kind of face?”
“Usually, there aren’t any kids like you.”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that.”
“This damn bastard!”
Wi Jeong-han grumbled and grabbed Wi Yeon-ho's shoulder tightly.
“Listen carefully, Yeonho.”
"yes."
“Today we will be holding the preliminary round. In accordance with the opinion that it would take too much time if the contestants were to fight each other, it was decided that if you can get three seconds from the Volcano Elders, you will pass the preliminary round.”
“That’s a really hard way to organize people, and it’s not an efficient way. But I told you that we have fewer people on our side.”
“Don’t worry about it. They don’t have to play in the preliminaries.”
"yes?"
“The ones who are going through the preliminaries are people like you. People with no reputation and no proven ability.”
"omg."
Wi Yeon-ho spoke as if he felt wronged.
“Discrimination exists from the preliminaries. No matter how fair this world is, I never thought that the people leading this world would discriminate like that.”
“If you feel wronged, just pass.”
“It’s easier said than done.”
Wi Yeon-ho shivered.
“To block the Volcano Elder’s attack for three seconds. Is that what you want your followers to do? I’m already shaking.”
“……This is fucking crazy.”
"omg."
“Anyway, I told you everything. Now it’s up to you.”
“Yes. I will do my best.”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded with a determined face.
I will do my best, my best.
However, the best direction may be slightly different from what the wise man thinks.
Wi Yeon-ho looked at the unarmed man, giggling.
'Forcing people to fight? If Confucius had known, he would have said that this was the end of the world.'
Isn't it impossible for a pacifist like Wi Yeon-ho to just sit by and watch something like that happen?
But Wei Yanhui didn't know.
His life has always been filled with misfortune, and that misfortune is not over yet.
You will soon feel it deeply, soon.