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Taejonbirok Volume 16, Episode 3
Chapter 88: The Lazy Man Cries (3)
“Resurrection?”
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes widened.
Resurrection, resurrection… … .
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Baek Mu-han with a sullen face.
"Haven't you read too many popular novels? Still, you should try to make some sense."
Of course, that Baek Muhan is another manifestation of Wei Yanhu. Unconsciously, Wei Yanhu believed that Cheonma could do such things. However, Wei Yanhu couldn't readily accept this fact.
“How can a dead person be resurrected?”
“I’m dead too.”
"that……."
Baek Mu-han said calmly.
"It's probably impossible, in common sense. But even though I'm dead, I succeeded in leaving my thoughts for three hundred years, so that doesn't mean it can't be done."
“No, that’s true, but…….”
“And if you still have the thoughts and inner strength, you can probably put them into a suitable body.”
"omg?"
Wei Yanho grabbed his stomach.
"no way?"
“Hey, you punk!”
Taaaaak!
Baek Muhan's fist struck Wei Yanho's head. Wei Yanho fell to the ground, clutching his head.
“Ahhhhh!”
“There is nothing I cannot say to my master!”
“No! Can’t you even say something like that?”
“Would you like more?”
“I think I messed with the Jodongari, Master.”
Wi Yeon-ho felt wronged.
'It's my dream!'
How could he resist even in his dreams? How strongly must Baek Mu-han remain in his mind?
"Hey, you punk! I could have lived another hundred years. I gave up my life to climb the mountain myself. What foolishness left in you, that you're taking your worthless body and using it to sustain my life?"
“It’s not insignificant! It’s a precious body to me!”
“Hey, he’s a bastard who can’t even beg.”
Baek Mu-han clicked his tongue and continued speaking.
“And I don’t know how to take over your body. The realm of the mind is not my specialty.”
“Oh, is there anything that Master can’t do?”
"Rather than that, there was no need to delve into it. There was no one who wouldn't listen."
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Baek Mu-han with eyes that said, 'Then that's right.'
Perhaps it was fortunate that he met Baek Muhan, who had no physical body. If not, Wei Yanho would have been suffering several times more than he did now.
"Anyway, if it's a Heavenly Horse, it's entirely possible. Do you know what that means?"
“Since I don’t know anyway, just explain it right away.”
“…….”
Normally, if someone were to look at you with such pitiful eyes, the recipient would cringe. But Wi Yeon-ho knew full well that he was a pitiful person, so he felt no hesitation.
Baek Mu-han sighed as he watched Wi Yeon-ho proudly stick out his chest.
How could he, the greatest of all time and the one who was both praised and feared by the world, accept such a person as his disciple and suffer this pain?
“It means that the Heavenly Horse may be resurrected in your generation.”
“……That’s a really cool word. A thousand horses…….”
Wi Yeon-ho laughed, hehe.
“What the hell are you talking about!”
“It’s true.”
“You’ve been doing fine until now, why all of a sudden!”
“It’s been fine so far, so I guess it can be like that now.”
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho shuddered.
“Didn’t you say that Cheonma was of a similar level to your master?”
“I can destroy a dog in a hundred seconds.”
“A hundred seconds for the master?”
"huh."
Let's see, then… … .
“At that level, wouldn’t you be able to beat up a top ten martial arts master with your toes while eating?”
“I guess so?”
“…….”
There is no answer to this.
Looking at it objectively, those he had seen so far who were considered to be good at something wouldn't even be able to lift a sword in front of Baek Mu-han.
Even Wei Yanho would be unable to lift a finger in the face of Baek Muhan's sincerity. To be able to compete with such a master and Baek Cho would mean he has reached the realm of spiritual mastery.
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“Besides, um…….”
"yes?"
"It's been three hundred years since I analyzed that bastard's ignorance. And at that time, Cheonma was already a figure from three hundred years ago. Which means his thoughts have persisted for six hundred years."
“Why is that?”
“Have you been idle for six hundred years?”
“…….”
“If a snake lives for six hundred years, it becomes a dragon. If a Cheonma lives for another six hundred years, then perhaps….”
“Could you tell me something hopeful?”
“Don’t be afraid. After all, aren’t you my disciple?”
“I hope it’s not like this.”
Wei Yanhu sighed deeply.
Does that mean that the person leading this invasion of the Demonic Cult might not be a mere rascal like the Great Demon Emperor, but rather the Heavenly Demon himself? Then… … .
'It'll all be swept away.'
If Baek Mu-han's analysis is correct, there will be no one in the martial world who can stop Cheonma. Ultimately, a world ruled by demons will come…
“Should I join the Demonic Cult right now?”
“Hey! You rotten bastard!”
Taaaaak!
Wi Yeon-ho held his head and protested.
"Then what should I do? I can't win! I lost to not only the Heavenly Horse, but also the Bishop's scum!"
“If you had properly learned my martial arts, would this have happened?”
“If it were easy to learn, who would go through all this trouble?”
“What happened to enlightenment!”
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho closed his mouth.
“Didn’t you tell me to see and feel the world, gain my own enlightenment, and broaden my knowledge?”
"……yes."
Wi Yeon-ho knelt down without realizing it.
His usual playful demeanor had long since disappeared in the face of his teacher's stern reprimand.
"You've acquired a mere fraction of your ability, yet arrogance has taken hold of your mind. Since you haven't trained yourself, defeat is a natural consequence."
Wi Yeon-ho bowed his head deeply.
It's true that he was arrogant. He knew that there was always a heaven above, but now he believed that no one but his teacher could match him.
"Ignorance is always a battle with oneself. Once you stop fighting yourself, what's the point of gaining strength? It's only natural to regress."
“Then what should I do?”
Baek Mu-han smiled softly at Wi Yeon-ho's question.
“Did you ask what should I do?”
"yes."
“You would know better.”
“……Master?”
Baek Muhan slowly drew his sword.
“That’s life. Hardships always come.”
Slowly.
Baek Muhan's sword moved slowly.
The sword only moved a little, but I couldn't take my eyes off its tip.
It was an ecstatic movement.
The sword, which had been moving slowly as if it were sucking out the soul, slowly gained speed.
"You might run away, or you might collapse. Some will try to climb, and some will try to break."
Baekmuhan's sword flowed and flowed along the blowing wind.
I couldn't tell if Baekmuhan's sword was creating wind, or if it was the wind itself that was causing Baekmuhan's sword to flutter. Perhaps it was both, or perhaps neither was the answer.
It just flows.
just.
Baek Muhan's sword movements had now become a dance.
Sword dance.
But it was different from ordinary swordsmanship.
When the tip of the sword shakes, the world shakes. When the world shakes, the tip of the sword shakes.
As if everything was one, the master's sword strokes moved the world.
"With so many people and so many choices, how can there be only one right answer? Don't seek the answer. The answer is what you desire, what you choose. You are my disciple."
The wind is blowing.
A warm breeze covered Wei Yan Lake.
Wi Yeon-ho became more and more absorbed in Baek Mu-han's sword dance that shook the world.
***
“Hmm…….”
Jin Ye-ran raised her head.
Wei Yanho was twisting his body.
“Prince Wei! Prince Wei!”
Jin Ye-ran grabbed Wei Yan-ho's shoulder and shook him.
“Your Majesty, are you alright?”
“Ugh…….”
Wi Yeon-ho slowly opened his eyes.
Then he suddenly sat up.
"ah……."
Wi Yeon-ho looked around with blank eyes.
“Are you awake?”
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho, who understood the situation, looked into the distance with slightly dejected eyes.
A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
Jin Ye-ran kept her mouth shut.
I don't know why, but I felt like I shouldn't touch Wei Yanhu right now.
“……Master.”
Wi Yeon-ho muttered quietly and closed his eyes.
Even though he knew it was a dream, and that what he saw was not his real master but a master he had created from his memories, he couldn't help but yearn.
Wei Yanhu brought his hand to his forehead.
I can still feel the inner strength of Baekmuhan residing inside my stomach.
“Whew…….”
Wei Yanhu sighed deeply and turned his head to look at Jin Yeran.
“How long have I been losing my mind?”
“……It’s the third day.”
“Three days…….”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded quietly. He seemed to have been seriously shocked. He'd been unconscious for three days.
“What about other people?”
“Everyone… everyone is safe.”
Wi Yeon-ho's face hardened slightly.
I detected something unusual in Jin Ye-ran's tone. Sure enough, she couldn't meet Wi Yeon-ho's eyes.
“Please tell me.”
“The above Confucius…….”
“Come on in.”
Jin Ye-ran sighed as Wei Yan-ho bit his lip and spoke.
bang!
Jang Il couldn't help but be startled by the door that opened violently as if it were going to fall off.
And then, seeing Wei Yanho's face coming in with a devil-like expression, I tightly closed my eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
“…….”
“What does this mean!”
“Hey, calm down for now.”
“Do I look real now?”
Wi Yeon-ho clenched his fist. Jang Il saw his lips, bitten with such force, that he couldn't help but feel helpless. Knowing what Wi Yeon-ho was feeling, Jang Il couldn't say anything.
“Explain it to me. I don’t understand a single thing you’re saying.”
"that is……."
Jang Il sighed.
It was something I couldn't keep secret. What difference would it make if I kept it a little longer, something I knew would eventually be revealed? Jang-il, having let go of everything, explained what had happened.
After finishing his explanation, Jang Il waited quietly for Wi Yeon-ho's reaction.
But surprisingly, Wei Yanho didn't get angry. I expected him to storm out, threatening to drag that bastard out at any moment, but he just sat there with a look of utter despair on his face.
“This is crazy…….”
“…….”
“So, you went to check who he was because my brother wasn’t your brother?”
“…….”
“Are you asking me to believe that, now?”
Wei Yanho's voice was trembling slightly.
“I still don’t believe it either. It’s not something I can easily believe….”
Wi Yeon-ho suddenly stood up from his seat.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To the one who knows the truth.”
As Wi Yeon-ho turned and went outside, Jang Il sighed deeply.
Who knows the truth?
There is only one here.
Jang Il bit his lip bitterly as he watched Wi Yeon-ho heading towards Wi Jeong-han.
'It looks like troubled times are coming.'
Everything in the world was mixed up.
It shakes and shakes again.
Jang Il prayed that even Wei Yanhu would not be caught up in this huge shaking.