Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 725

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Taejonbirok Volume 29, Episode 25

Chapter 157: The Lazy Man Leaves (5)

“Are you really going to leave?”

"huh."

“……Don’t you feel bad about it?”

"what?"

“Ugh.”

Jang-il sighed deeply.

"Okay. I'm the weird one telling you this. What do you need?"

"rice?"

“Kaaaak!”

Jang Il, who had rushed at Wi Yeon-ho, was repelled even faster. But even then, he stood up straight and spat on the floor.

“Tsk, you don’t look like you’re tall.”

There was a hint of regret in Jang Il's voice that could not be hidden.

My stomach churned as I looked at Wei Yanho with one eye bandaged.

“How can that not work?”

“What can I do if the Great Goddess says I can’t come?”

“You are fresh.”

"I don't know if I'll win if I fight, but I don't have the ability to restore my lost eye. It's a little inconvenient, but what can I do?"

Jang-il sighed.

Wei Yanhu returns empty-handed.

The lazy man who came out of the cave to find him eventually leaves the world of martial arts without gaining anything. He is left with nothing but wounds.

But for something like that, it seemed quite refreshing.

“Is the whole family going too?”

“I guess so?”

“Sanho, you too?”

Weichan nodded quietly.

“I’m also tired of the world of martial arts.”

“……I guess so.”

In some ways, Wisanho suffered even more than Wiyeonho. Even if Jang-il were in Wisanho's shoes, Kang-ho would hate to see him.

“What about the Great Hero?”

“It seems like my father thinks the same way.”

“The Guangdong Wei family will disappear.”

"It's just Guangdong that's changing, you know. What does the name matter? We just need to all get along."

“……Yeah, you’re right.”

Jang Il laughed.

From the beginning, Wei Yanho was a man who held nothing in his hands. What good would it do to talk about fame and fortune to such a man?

'This might be better.'

Wei Yanhu is not a person fit for the world of martial arts.

Wei Yanhu was too young to survive in the world of martial arts. Perhaps this was the only way for Wei Yanhu to find happiness.

and…….

'It won't be easy to stay.'

Everyone clearly saw that Wei Yanhu had abandoned the Demonic Cult. No one spoke of it, but if Wei Yanhu remained in the martial arts world, someone would eventually raise the issue.

At that time, along with his status as a disciple of the Heavenly Demon, the harsh gazes would torment Wei Yanhu. That's what the martial world is like.

Peng Do-geuk sighed and extended his hand to Wei Yan-ho.

“Be careful on your way.”

“You’ve had a hard time too.”

“It was hard work.”

“So, do you have some courage now?”

"……maybe?"

Peng Do-geuk and Wei Yan-ho smiled at each other.

“Amitabha.”

Musan bowed his head toward Wi Yeon-ho and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

"You are teaching me, Hinayana, until the very end. Letting go, letting go… It's not easy. Everything is emptiness, so attachment is futile. Isn't that the difficulty of human life? The giver is Buddha. Buddha is everywhere."

Wi Yeon-ho answered with a big smile.

"what?"

“I don’t know. That’s how Chinese people are.”

“…….”

A vein appeared on Musan's forehead.

And Zhuge Liang stood next to Wei Yanhu without saying a word.

“Aren’t you going to say hello?”

“Well, that’s right. Take care.”

"huh?"

Jang-il's eyes widened.

“What? Are you coming with me?”

"I, too, have given up on the world of martial arts. I'll go somewhere with beautiful mountains and water and spend my days doing things."

“What the hell are you talking about!”

"Even if the Guangdong crisis collapses, we'll still need a general. And… once you serve him, he's your lord. It's human nature to serve him to the end."

Jang Il looked at Jegal Munin with astonished eyes.

What kind of loyalty is that?

"In fact, even the Investigator originally lived a life of contentment and comfort. If the Soyeolje hadn't forced him out, he would have spent his entire life like that. I intend to continue the legacy of the Investigator."

“You mean you want to live by playing and eating?”

"yes."

Jang-il ended up laughing bitterly.

This guy is not in his right mind either.

The head of the Jegal family abandoned his family and said he would live off of being a governor in someone else's house.

“Are you really satisfied with that? As the general of the Guangdong Wei family?”

“If you are the head of the best family in the world, you will be successful.”

“No, no matter what…….”

“Is the director a bit excessive? Then…….”

Zhuge Liang turned his head. Ahead of him, Wi Jeonghan was approaching, leading Han Sang-ah and Wi Su-ryeon.

“The son-in-law is also good.”

“I’m going to die!”

“Pluck out my eyes?”

Weishanho and Weiyanho simultaneously growled. Zhuge Liang chuckled, raised both hands, and stepped back.

“I think this is a story that needs to be told leisurely.”

Wi Yeon-ho and Wi San-ho, who had been glaring at Zhuge Liang with chilling eyes, greeted Wi Jeong-han with a smile.

“Have you shared all your regrets?”

"yes."

“It’s all done.”

Wi Jeong-han smiled and patted his two sons on the shoulders.

Then he smiled at Jang Il.

“We had a deep connection.”

“……Are you really not thinking of returning to Gangho, Daehyeop?”

“I don’t know.”

Wi Jeong-han shrugged.

"I've decided not to make any promises or resolutions anymore. That's just how people are. Even if you don't want to see me right now, if you're away from me, you'll miss me and want to come back sometime. Then, why don't you just stop by again?"

“Yes, that’s right.”

“So, let’s not say goodbye too loudly. I’ll be embarrassed when we see each other again.”

"yes."

“And you helped the adults a lot. They must have been very heartbroken.”

“How can I be of any help? The beggar will do it.”

"Isn't it your time now? Come on, help me."

“I will do my best.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Then take good care of it.”

Wi Jeong-han turned and walked away, staggering. The people of the Guangdong Wei family followed him, waving their hands.

“Above, above!”

Jang Il stretched out his hand and called Wi Yeon-ho.

Wi Yeon-ho turned his head. The rest of the group walked on without looking back.

Jang Il, who had been looking at Wi Yeon-ho for a long time, bit his lip.

Strangely, I feel like I'm going to cry.

“Stop being lazy, you idiot!”

I screamed instead to hide my throbbing heart.

Wi Yeon-ho smiled brightly as he watched Jang Il.

“Don’t just pick up anything and eat it. You’ll get sick.”

"this guy……."

“I will tell you what my master said.”

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand with a very warm smile on his face.

“Be happy.”

Anywhere.

Anytime.

Wei Yanho's back slowly moves away.

Jang Il did not take his eyes off him until the very end, as he slowly moved away.

Jang Il watched like a stone statue until the light began to shrink, eventually becoming a small dot and finally disappearing.

'hi.'

The image of Wei Yanho emerging from the cave and seeking him flashes before my eyes. And the countless events they shared together come to mind, almost palpable, before gradually fading away.

'Hello, lazy bum.'

Saved the world… … .

A lazy bum from Guangdong.

hi.

* * *

Choke.

The last drop of alcohol fell from the bottle.

A drop of wine shines brightly in the sunlight streaming in from outside the hut.

The man who had been drinking the alcohol coughed.

“Coo-hoo!”

Gwanggu Shin-gae rubbed the corners of his mouth and a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

“That was the last one.”

Saga stared at the Gwanggu Shingae with a slightly relaxed gaze.

"The martial arts world was plunged into chaos. With the absolute rulers gone, the world was a perfect place for a rematch. It was also difficult for the Demonic Cult to regain its power."

"yes."

"The old man, the new investigator, suppressed all of that in the name of Wi Yeon-ho. He made Wi Yeon-ho into a hero and fabricated stories about him. He created a legend. But it wasn't meant to be a legend that would be passed down. It was meant to serve as a warning to those who would act rashly."

“I see.”

Wi Yeon-ho is still alive.

If anyone throws the world of Jianghu into chaos, the lazy bum of Guangdong will return.

So don't act rashly.

"It was a trivial matter. But it was warning enough. In their eyes, the image of Wei Yanhu in his final battle with the Heavenly Demon and the final sword of Wei Yanhu that tore the world apart were etched into their minds like a flame."

“…….”

“Do you understand?”

The giant snake laughed. A twisted laughter.

"Why isn't there a story about Wei Yan-ho you heard about? It wasn't needed. What the world needed was Wei Yan-ho as a hero. But Wei Yan-ho wasn't a hero. He was just a lazy bum swept away by the rough waves of fate."

Saga closed his eyes.

"Wei Yanhu is a hero who saved the world. But he's also a disciple of the Heavenly Demon who sought to destroy the world, and the leader of the Demonic Cult. He's also the one who spread the Sword Emperor's Secret, which threw the world into chaos, and he's also a righteous man who saved those who were swayed by that Sword Emperor's Secret."

There was bitterness in Gwanggu Shingae's voice.

"That's why it couldn't be told as is. Those who knew the truth were reluctant to speak of him, and those who only saw his divine presence didn't dare refute him. Thus, Wei Yanhu was stuffed into history in a different form."

“…….”

“Is it only Wei Yanhu?”

Gwanggu Shingae looked straight at Saga and said.

"Of all the stories of heroes you know, how many of them can truly be called heroes? What's passed down is just that: passed down. It's neither true nor factual."

Saga looked at the light bulb with complicated eyes.

“Have you made up your mind now?”

“……What do you mean?”

"Haven't I told you? I've told you everything I know. It's up to you to tell the world about it, or keep it a secret. Have you made up your mind?"

“I don’t know.”

Saga shook his head.

He is a historian.

It is he who conveys the right history to the world.

But what is correct history?

Is it really right to dig up and tell a history that makes no one happy?

I don't know.

“Are there any other stories?”

"well."

Gwanggu Shingae shrugged.

"Even so, the old man, the Shin Gi-su, remained busy until the day he died. Without him, the world of martial arts wouldn't have been as stable as it is now."

“……That’s right.”

"The Baekgeomseong clan was disbanded. They paid off all their debts, but they considered themselves sinners. That's why the martial arts people didn't condemn them. They simply buried them."

“So it wasn’t conveyed.”

"okay."

There were a few other stories as well.

But those stories weren't that important. Time buries everything.

It may have been important at the time, but now that so much time has passed, it's just a story from the past.

“What happened to the Guangdong Wei family?”

"hmm."

The Gwanggu Shingae chuckled.

“What do you think happened?”

“I’m fine…….”

“I don’t know either.”

"yes?"

The light bulb burst into laughter.

"Even after that, the righteous great swordsman and the wise man Wi San-ho would occasionally appear in the martial world. They'd meet people, drink, and chat happily. But they never told anyone where they'd gone."

“…….”

"It was a trivial story. Like, Wei Yanho was having a hard time because of the women he knew and followed, or Wei Shulian marrying that pale-faced bastard Zhuge Liang."

"ah……."

“But what’s so important? It’s just… yeah, all that matters is that the lazy bum lives happily.”

“Was he happy?”

"He'll be happy. He'll have nothing to do. Isn't that what he wanted most?"

“……That’s right.”

Saga smiled bitterly.

"But even so, Wei Yanhu never returned to the martial arts world again. That day… yes, that day was the last. And from some point on, neither Wei Dahyeop nor Wei Sanhu ever appeared in the martial arts world again."

A look of regret appeared on Gwanggu Shingae's face.

Following his gaze, which seemed to be looking into a hazy past, Sagado felt like he was being led to a distant place.

Long story.

It was such a long story.

Hearing that story, Saga also lived with Wei Yanhu and breathed with Wei Yanhu.

“Cough! Cough! Phew!”

The Gwanggu Shingae coughed.

Saga, startled, tried to approach Gwanggu Shingae. But Gwanggu Shingae waved his hand to stop him. His hand, covering his mouth, was covered in a thick stream of red blood.

“I guess it’s time.”

“New…….”

"Don't make that face. I've lived a long life. It's time for me to leave. Isn't that the way it is?"

Gwanggu Shingae leaned back against the hut. A look of relief appeared on his face.

“Still, after telling all the stories I’ve been holding onto my whole life… I feel a little better.”

“……New.”

“Let’s go now.”

The Gwanggu Shingae smiles brightly.

"I'll leave it up to you to decide whether to tell this story or simply bury it. That's your choice. It's out of my hands now."

“…….”

“So, let’s go now. I have something to prepare.”

Saga stood up quietly from his spot.

And then he bowed deeply toward the Gwanggu Shingae.

Gwanggu Shingae's face was strangely disfigured compared to when he first entered the hut. Perhaps it was because he had given up on his foolishness, or perhaps it was because he had poured his heart and soul into the story… He looked tired and worn out.

“Can I contact you without opening it?”

"A beggar is dying, so how can he even think of doing business? Go to a store. I've lived like this my whole life, so that's enough for me."

“……Please take care.”

“Bojung is freezing to death.”

Saga stood up from his seat as he watched the playful Gwanggu Shingae.

Saga, who had been looking back several times, bit his lip and went out.

Gwanggu Shingae closed his eyes as he watched Saga slowly move away.

'That's refreshing.'

A story that has been kept.

He told all the stories he couldn't tell. He lived diligently, doing his best. He did it so he wouldn't embarrass Wei Yanho, who might one day appear before him.

So there was no way I could regret it.

“……There’s no alcohol.”

Just one thing.

What remains is… … .

“You never come until the end.”

All I can feel is resentment towards my cruel friend.

Gwanggu Shingae slowly closed his eyes.

This is a life that has been enjoyable.

Saga came out of the hut and looked up at the sky with blank eyes.

‘Should I tell you… … .’

Perhaps because I've heard such a huge story, I still can't process it. This isn't something I can decide on in a day or two.

Because he still can't make up his mind.

There is one thing that must be done.

In order to not forget this story that I heard over several nights, I must create a history book that may be passed down to the world.

The title is… … .

The Hidden Story of the Lazy Sword Master.

Yeah, it would be around the level of Taejongbirok.

This story must be told.

A story no one has told.

A story that no one has ever told.

Even if it was not told to the world, it was his duty to at least leave a record of it, as he used the surname Baek.

Saga glanced back.

The shack looked desolate.

'Rest in peace.'

He turned around, bowing his head in gratitude and respect for the lighthouse.

'uh?'

At that moment, Saga tilted his head.

In the early morning, a person was walking slowly down the street. Could anyone have visited this deserted place so early in the morning?

A man walks towards me, staggering.

A little tall.

His body, clad in white, looked sturdy, but his hair, a tangle of black and white, belied his age. At first glance, he seemed like a handsome young man, but something… something, something unidentifiable, was taking away that impression.

'Oh, that gait.'

The way he walks with a staggering pace as if he is dying of annoyance, and the arrogant expression on his face makes me feel something subtle.

and…….

'alcohol?'

The man held two long flasks in his hands. He grabbed the spouts of the flasks and walked with a sway, brushing past Saga.

"ah……."

Saga, who guessed something from the blindfold on the man's face, quickly turned his head.

That back view.

The back of his head overlaps with the image of a man he had met so far.

My heart is pounding.

An inexplicable emotion welled up in Saga's heart.

'New.'

Your wish has come true.

Two people meet again after so many years. It's a scene any saga would want to witness.

But Saga stopped there.

This is not the place for him.

This place is just for those two.

so…….

Saga smiled softly.

'What if I tell you, what if I don't tell you?'

That's enough for me.

This concludes the story of Taejon, along with the story of his closest friend, Jang Il, the Gwanggu Shingae.

So just… … .

That was the moment.

"hey!"

A loud scream pierced Saga's ears.

Saga, startled, stared at the hut with wide eyes. A loud roar echoed from the hut the man had entered. At the same time, the hut's ceiling shook and rose.

“You little bastard! My friend came to visit, where are you lying? Aren’t you going to open your eyes?”

“You, you crazy bastard! I’m dying!”

"Die? Who would die, Inma? If you die now, all my long journey will have been for nothing! Get up!"

“No… no! Stop it! How could you have changed so little over all these years!”

"I'll fix you up first, so drink all your alcohol and die again! I can't go back because I'm too lazy. I'll just lie down for a month and then go."

“Hey, you lazy bastard! Is that something you can say after only appearing for a hundred years?”

“Be quiet!”

Saga's face was sad.

"her……."

But soon laughter comes out.

The hut soon became noisy.

The once desolate shack suddenly burst into life. Laughter erupted from the shack, once filled with shouts, and soon, someone's sobbing could be heard.

“…….”

Saga watched the hut quietly and then turned around.

His footsteps gradually became lighter. Saga, gradually picking up speed, soon sped up like a ray of light, galloping across the vast lake.

The sun, rising through the long night, slowly illuminated him and the hut.

Looking a little lazy.

Warm, warm again.

Taejonbirok (Complete)