Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 218

# 218

Taejonbirok Volume 9 Episode 18

Chapter 56: The Lazy Man, Examined (3)

The mouth of the young man who was about to say something was shut tightly like a clam.

Cheonggongja, who had been looking at Wiyeonho without saying anything, turned his head and looked at Gongmujin.

There was suspicion and bewilderment in his eyes.

After staring at the official for a while, the young man turned his head again and opened his mouth weakly.

“……I passed.”

“Huh?”

Wi Yeon-ho looked at Cheonggongja with a subtle expression.

“Did you pass?”

“That’s right.”

“You said no, but I don’t understand why you keep doing this and that.”

The prince's face trembled.

'I won't feel satisfied even if I beat him to death.'

When you cause all kinds of trouble because they don't let you pass, what's the complaint now that you've actually passed?

“Do you want to take another test?”

“No. Can I come down?”

The prince drew and drew the person he would endure in his head over and over again.

'You shouldn't get angry.'

Wei Yanho's raising of the issue can be seen as legitimate.

Even if the sword that the Qing Gongja shook was not for the purpose of examination, who would know that?

Others have no choice but to judge things based on their outward appearance.

“……I guess so.”

As soon as the Qinggongja gave his permission, Wei Yanho walked down the examination hall with a cheerful face and spoke to Wei Zhenghan.

“I passed.”

"……okay."

When Wi Yeon-ho looked at him with an expression like a puppy looking for praise, Wi Jeong-han nodded with a trembling face.

“Okay, good job.”

“Then can I go in?”

“Huh? Aren’t you going to watch the remaining reviews?”

“Anyway, it’s not me who is being judged, it’s someone else who is being judged, so what’s the point of looking at it?”

That's true too, but… … .

Wi Jeong-han nodded slowly. I would like to tell him to stay and watch since observing other people’s judgments is also a form of training, but… … .

'There's no way he'd see that.'

Rather than letting them sleep here, it would have been better to let them go inside and sleep, which would have saved the face of the Jeongmu Alliance and the Guangdong Wei family. Can’t you feel that other people’s eyes are focused on this place right now?

“Come in, come in quickly.”

Wi Yeon-ho nodded and began to walk slowly towards the lodging.

“What a lucky guy.”

Everyone who was watching the situation was thinking similar thoughts.

It was the same with Tang Dynasty.

Wei Yan-ho was the only one in the political alliance whose identity was ambiguous. I took the time to see how he would perform during the examination, but I never thought he would pass like that.

As the king clicked his tongue, a low voice was heard from behind him.

“Do you think so?”

“…….”

The minister slowly turned his head.

“I should say this is an honor. I never would have thought that the Three Princes of Baekgeomseong would come in person.”

The person who spoke behind his back was a man who could be described as peerlessly handsome.

The man, wearing a slightly oversized white uniform and with his long hair tied back, was so handsome that even other men couldn't take their eyes off him.

'It's not just about having a handsome face.'

It was a pity from the perspective of the same man, but this man was not just handsome in appearance.

Before the fame of Wei Shan of Guangdong Wei Family grew, this man was the one who never missed the title of the best later index in the world.

White Sword Command.

We haven't heard much news about him lately, but if he had continued to be active in the martial arts world, Wisanho's position would have been his by now.

“Are you participating in this competition?”

Baek Geum-yeong smiled brightly.

“Do I really need to tell you something you already know? If you didn’t know, I would be disappointed.”

The doctor narrowed his eyes.

“If you say so, I cannot disappoint Prince Baek. But……”

The party leader naturally changed the subject.

“What did you mean earlier? Are you saying it wasn’t luck?”

“Of course.”

At that moment, the king's eyes became strangely colored.

The Baekgeomyeong he knew was a very arrogant person.

While Wisanho, who was highly regarded, was said to be very humble compared to his skills, Baekgeomyeong was said to be arrogant despite his skills.

However, Baek Geum-yeong highly regarded Wi Yeon-ho.

“Are you talking about that brother and that younger brother?”

“That guy?”

Baek Geum-yeong smiled gently. There was a sense of leisure in that smile.

“The Coral Reef is a good drone, but its capabilities tend to be overrated.”

“…….”

Although I didn't agree, there was no need to shake my head in front of Baek Geum-yeong. Even if I said no, Baek Geum-yeong couldn't help but be conscious of Wi San-ho.

“If it’s an unmanned area like the Wisanho, there’s no need to worry about it. One……”

Baek Geum-yeong's eyes shone coldly.

“The author is different.”

“……Are you talking about Wei Yanhu?”

Baek Geum-yeong nodded quietly without answering.

“I feel sorry for Cheon Eui-ryeon, but the winner of this competition has already been decided.”

The doctor smiled bitterly.

If someone else had said this, I would have laughed, but Baek Geum-yeong was the one who had the right to say such things.

Even the formidable late-game indices of the old school had no choice but to give in to Baek Geom-yeong. The public opinion was that the only one who could stand up to him was Wi San-ho.

“So you’re saying you’re going to win?”

“There is a 50/50 chance of that happening.”

“Then what about the other half?”

“Wei Yan Ho.”

“…….”

Dangjong couldn't believe his ears.

The fact that the odds of winning are 50/50 means that Baek Geom-yeong recognizes Wi Yeon-ho as a warrior of the same level as himself. This is Baek Geom-yeong, who doesn't even consider Wi San-ho.

“Are you saying that even Weichan Hao and your brother are not candidates for the championship?”

“Yes.”

Baek Geum-yeong smiled softly.

“It may sound crazy now, but you will soon find out. This tournament will be the starting point for how futile the evaluation of Kangho has been.”

The minister nodded with a serious expression.

'I guess I'll have to re-plan.'

If it were anyone else, it would be a shame to say that Baek Geom-yeong was second to none in arrogance in the world. The fact that such a person acknowledged Wi Yeon-ho to this extent was very suggestive.

'Maybe Wei Yanhu is really the secret weapon of the Jeongmu Alliance.'

Baek Geum-yeong let out a low laugh as he watched Dang Jong-ui's expression change from moment to moment.

'You little rat.'

Perhaps you are racking your brains to make this competition a Thousand-Yi-Lyeon affair, but you will soon find out how futile that is.

This competition is prepared solely for the glory of Baekgeomseong.

'I have to do a good job, even if it means being a scarecrow.'

These guys shouldn't underestimate Wei Yanhu and ruin things. So it wasn't a bad idea to give them a little advice.

Baek Geum-yeong's eyes were fixed on Wi Yeon-ho's back as he returned to his quarters.

'Don't give up just because it's annoying, and make it to the finals.'

Sparks flew from Baekgeomyeong's eyes.

“I can’t eat it.”

Wi Yeon-ho rolled over on his bed and sighed.

'How many more times do I have to do this?'

Apparently, this wasn't right for Wei Yanhu. It was annoying enough to fight, and he wasn't even a monkey… … He had to fight in front of other people.

He barely made it through the preliminaries because it was obvious that Wi Jeong-han would rush to kill him, but now he was starting to get annoyed.

'I can't make it to the main event.'

Wi Yeon-ho, feeling his limits, lay down in his room.

Wi Yeon-ho, who was drooling softly, glanced at the window, then quietly got up and walked towards the window.

'It's because my body is a little loose.'

Wei Yanho slowly jumped down from the window, making excuses for the impossible. Everyone had gone to the examination room, so the training ground was empty, and it felt like there was no one inside the building.

Wi Yeon-ho, who was licking his lips while watching the martial arts show, used lightness to escape the Hwasan faction and started climbing the mountain.

Wei Yanho, who had arrived at the vacant lot, drew his sword with a trembling face.

‘You can’t keep doing this… … .’

It's a law that says you have to protect your own identity, but you keep doing things like this, which is not typical of lazy people.

Wi Yeon-ho, who had his eyes closed, drew his sword.

'You shouldn't be conscious of it.'

You should not try to become like your master's sword.

It's like a child who can't even do bases trying to run. First, you should focus on following the form. Then, you should put in the 'true meaning'.

Sweep.

He quietly lowers his sword into the air.

At first, just gently.

He lowers his sword again.

This time, strong and fast.

Softly again, hard again.

After that, everything is contained within the sword.

The Master's sword was fast and slow, strong and soft. All the swords in the world were in it.

What should I say about that sword?

If I had to put it into words… …Wangeom (萬劍).

In that one stroke of the sword, all the swords in the world were present, and everything in the world existed.

A single second that contains everything about the sword, something that seems to exist only in fantasy.

Just as a potter would become feverish when he sees the world's best masterpieces, and a blacksmith would lose his soul to the light of the world's most famous sword, Wei Yanhu was captivated by his teacher's sword.

The swordsmanship that the master showed him was the ideal that all swordsmen aspired for, to the point that even the world's laziest person would pick up a sword and go out to practice.

Wi Yeon-ho's heart began to beat like a maiden in spring.

The moment you are able to freely wield this sword, you will be able to look at the world with completely different eyes than before.

Swish.

The sound of the sword's crack begins to diminish.

It pushed gently without even cutting through the fast but soft black air.

One sword, and another sword.

Little by little, Wei Yanhu's sword began to resemble his master's sword.

“Ugh…….”

Shudder.

Wei Yanho, who was slowly falling into a state of oblivion, distorted his face.

'What kind of walking trail is this?'

Even though I came to a place where there are few people, when I try to practice, someone keeps coming.

When Wei Yanhu sighed deeply and raised his head, two people were watching him.

“Did I see it correctly, Inspector?”

“Nododo is doubting his eyes now, Geomjon.”

Wi Yeon-ho stuck his mouth out and said.

“It seems like you have a hobby of observing other people’s training.”

The two old men wearing Taoist robes smiled faintly at Wei Yanhu’s warning. The old man wearing a Taoist robe with a plum blossom pattern opened his mouth.

“Hey, if you block the road and practice, we have to get out of the way?”

“That’s not true. But I think it would be a bright and beautiful society if we could at least give consideration to the growing sprouts by taking detours.”

“Heh heh heh.”

The old man burst into laughter.

“I thought only the sword was like a ghost, but your mouth is like a ghost too. So, who on earth are you to swing such an absurd sword in this pure land and bewilder the hearts of people? You are clearly a devil.”

“It’s not a basket, it’s a lazy person.”

“Because you’re lazy…….”

The old man said with a big smile.

“A lazy bum who puts his heart into his sword… It seems like the world is entering a new era.”

Srrrrrr.

The old man quietly drew his sword and walked towards Wi Yeon-ho.

“Okay. Well, would you give me a chance to try out that lazy bastard’s sword?”

"hmm……."

It's a good thing to have an opponent, because Wei Yanhu also felt the limitations of swinging his sword alone.

but…….

“It can’t be done for free. You have to give me ten nyang of gold each.”

“…….”

The old man's face was distorted horribly.