Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 144

Episode 144

Yishin, Baekdo may or may not be the pinnacle of wisdom 3

The nickname Jianzi comes from the expression “tiger father, dog child”.

It means that the father is a criminal and the son is a dog.

History is replete with examples of "ugly" people. However, the "Madogyeonja" was labeled "ugly" from a young age solely because of his ugly appearance. He adopted this moniker, a title that would be difficult for an ordinary person to choose, as his nickname.

That became the identity.

He became a son of a dog from a human.

Long ago, Jianzi encountered masters of the magic arts. Their way of life disregarded ugliness. They treated their opponents solely based on their martial prowess.

I liked it so much that I stuck with them.

When I watched closely, there was something wrong with them all, like the son of a dog.

I liked that too.

With his eyes closed, the magician slowly traversed these memories. Thoughts and memories, hatred and resentment, relationships and ill-fated bonds he'd harbored throughout his long life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but he couldn't find the answer.

The magician quietly opened his eyes, unable to find the answer in his own mind.

It was a reed field all over again.

In that reed field, the monk was sitting cross-legged, quietly meditating.

He was truly a man of quiet mind.

In that fleeting moment, the demon lord, lost in his own reflection on his life, forgot for a moment that the master of Baekdo was right before his eyes. If Yishin had intended to kill him, he had ample time, and a clear opportunity.

However, Yishin was left defenseless, leaving the outcome of this match up to him.

The magician looked at the doctor and thought.

'You are truly a man who is difficult to kill, and a man who cannot be killed.'

It was different when I was looking for it, and it was different when I was chasing it.

Now, I didn't feel like killing Yisin. Being reluctant meant my heart had changed. I wanted to ask Yisin why my heart had changed so much.

At that moment, miraculously, Yishin opened his eyes.

Yishin looked at the magician with eyes that showed no emotion, then looked back at the reeds swaying in the wind.

“It looks like the sun is going to set again. The wind has become chilly.”

The magician followed the doctor's words without realizing it.

“It’s cool.”

The demon slayer followed the god's gaze and gazed endlessly at the reed field. The movement of the reed field, devoid of any emotion, was as unsettling as his own mind.

Suddenly, the promises of the ambassadors who had been loftily pursuing magic felt fleeting.

The magician suddenly looked at the doctor, hoping he would say something. Meeting his eyes, the doctor spoke in a flat tone.

“I’m so hungry.”

“······.”

"I survived on wild strawberries for seven days and nights, and now my stomach is sticking to my skin. I stole a dumpling while passing through the market, but when I put it in my mouth, I couldn't tell if it was a dumpling or honey. Hunger is so frightening. Who would have thought I, the so-called Three Gods, would steal a dumpling and run away?"

For a moment, the magician bit his molars lightly.

This is because the magician also stole and ate dumplings following the spirit.

The doctor said.

“Those who have not learned martial arts would have worked all day to avoid starving tonight, but you and I have sinned.”

“Oh, you knew that?”

"How could I not know when the dumpling shop owner was yelling at me like that? I can endure most things, but I absolutely cannot stand the pointless deaths of these weaklings at the hands of the powerful. Fortunately, you were so desperate to chase me that you didn't turn away even after being cursed. You did well. You should understand that Baekdo is not a grandiose way. It simply became grandiose while dealing with you."

The magician asked back.

“You’ve become so grandiose when dealing with us······.”

"Isn't that right? What value does the Murim Alliance have? It just came into existence, like the sun setting and the moon rising, as you guys grew stronger, more organized, and more troublesome. I suddenly miss Jeonghong. Although my nickname is Samshin, the man who best embodies this sentiment is Yoo Jeonghong. He's a poor fellow who can't step down from his position as leader because he has no one he can trust."

“Is Yoo Jeong-hong that kind of man?”

Yishin smiled.

“Of course.”

“I heard he’s a man full of greed for power.”

"It's a tiring position. People like you and me would be so tired and bothered that we'd run away in a day. Your idiot subordinates would be spouting nonsense twelve times a day. Imagine having to listen to that for decades. Well, that's not how we live."

The magician nodded.

Yishin smiled faintly.

"Would you like to go get a bowl of noodles? I'll listen carefully to your reply. I'm better at waiting for something than the other three gods."

The magician gave an answer that Yishin did not expect.

“The old man was so ugly that he had difficulty eating in crowded places.”

Yishin looked at the seer's face.

“If that’s the case, then was it an abbreviation for Hobu-Gyeonja?”

As the magician nodded, the doctor continued speaking.

"Old Master Jianzi, when you're young, it's only natural to be concerned about the beauty and ugliness of your appearance. It must have been difficult to walk around with that face when you were young."

The magician blinked. He didn't know he could say it out loud.

The doctor's words continued.

"But now, you're not as ugly as you think. That can't be. You've trained deeply in martial arts for so long that your gaze has changed, and you've acquired the power of prayer, imbuing you with the dignity of a peerless master. You've grown strong enough to cover up the ugliness you perceive, so perhaps your appearance has changed. Everyone has different standards of beauty, so what does it matter if someone finds you ugly? You'd be speechless if you looked at them. Old Master, Jianzi has already become an old tiger."

The doctor pointed at the sage with his finger as if to tell him how to do it.

"After the noodles are served, say a prayer. Not only the guests, but even the waiters who brought them will be startled and run away. Then, you can enjoy a bowl of noodles with peace of mind."

"that······."

The magician tried to say something but then closed his mouth.

'The tiger has become an old man in no time.'

The nameless emotions within those words were melting away in an instant, like winter melting into spring.

The magician looked at the doctor and got a clear answer.

'I lost.'

The demon slayer was defeated. After hesitating for a while, he looked at Yisin.

“Then let’s go eat noodles.”

The doctor was hungry, but the servant was hungry too.

Two old men rose from the reeds.

Even the man who reached the pinnacle of Baekdo and the man who reached the pinnacle of Magical Tao were thinking only about noodles at this moment.

My mouth was watering.

The doctor said as he walked with his backpack on his back.

"Oh, you're a man who's really hard to share a bowl of noodles with. Even seven days ago, you were at a noodle restaurant. In many ways, you're my greatest rival."

The demon slayer, unable to respond, shook his head and then took up his pack. He felt the god would be uncomfortable if he didn't, so he had no choice.

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The two men, having emptied a bowl of noodles, suddenly blinked. Even though they were beyond the level of criminals, they couldn't help but feel drowsy.

The seer said.

"This will end at Mount Guhwa. The Grand Masters of Manma Palace won't all be killed by the Ten Great Masters of the martial arts world. Those who survive after slaying the Ten Great Masters will reassemble at Mount Guhwa."

Jianzi added, thinking that Yishin might misunderstand.

"I was defeated without even being able to compete with you, but I will be able to compete with the other ambassadors. My magic will end there."

When the man got up, the doctor said.

“Who can I save?”

"Are you talking about the top ten masters? I don't know. The other ambassadors are no pushovers either. They say you're one of the top ten masters, along with Geomshin, Gwangshin, Yoo Jeonghong, Geomje, Banwolhoeju, Geomseong, Bokgeon Jeilin, the leader of the Ming sect, and the successor to the Galaxy Merchant. It's a one-on-one showdown, so it won't be easy for you to intervene."

Yishin nodded and said.

"Then I will do my best and then go to Guhwasan. If I survive, we will meet again there. Another outcome of the Oreung War will revolve around time and end at Guhwasan."

The waiter suddenly looked around. The inn was empty, thanks to the guests leaving one by one. Even Jeomsoi didn't even bother to show his face. They had all vanished the moment the waiter appeared.

The attendant asked as he left the inn.

"Who is the best in the world? The battle will be decided at Mount Guhwa."

The sage informed Manma Palace of the next meeting place. The survivors were determined to gather and end it all.

Of course, Jianzi had in mind the Magical Boy or Magical Gentleman as his opponent.

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The god, left alone in the guest house, thought of the teenage master.

The swordsman and the fanatic were helpless. Not only was the distance quite far, but they were also those who had been hurt by their combined attack at the Battle of Orung.

Yoo Jeong-hong was also excluded.

Before becoming a swordsman, I would fulfill my responsibilities as a leader.

The sword system was also excluded.

He was a wanderer, so I couldn't find him. I expected he'd be hard to find even in Manma Palace. Hwasan Sword Master and Fujian Jeilin couldn't help at all. They were too far away.

'Half-moon wine?'

Not only had I never heard rumors that the leader was a sloppy man, but the Banwolhoe itself was rumored to be formidable. Furthermore, because he was black, he was put on the back burner.

I didn't even know who the leader of the Myonggyo was.

As the servant suddenly disappeared from the entrance, Jeomsoi cautiously returned and peeked his head out, and Yisin asked.

“Where is the upper reaches of the galaxy?”

“Oh, sir. Let me take a breath and then I can speak.”

Jeomsoi sat across from Yisin and drank a glass of water.

"I've never seen such a scary-looking old man in my life. You're not my friend, are you? The atmosphere is completely different."

“If we were friends?”

“Ugh.”

Jeomsoi suddenly sat up and fidgeted like someone who needed to go to the bathroom.

Yishin said with a grin.

“He’s not a friend. He’s a scary person.”

“Oh, yes. Please forgive my slip of the tongue.”

“Have a seat.”

“So, how should I explain the upper reaches of the Milky Way? Oh, do you know about Yangpyeong Lake?”

"I know. It's a very foggy place, isn't it? I went for a walk there a few days ago."

Of course, it was a noisy walk.

Jeomsoi smiled.

“Then you’ll find it right away. It’s the largest peak in the Yangpyeong Lake area.”

Jeomsoi gave a thumbs up.

"It's the richest family. There's no one who doesn't know it."

“Oh, you’re that rich?”

"Oh my, I haven't heard from our elders yet. He's one of the three great merchants of the martial arts world."

“Wow, that’s amazing. I heard there’s a rumor that the successor there is strong in martial arts.”

Jeomsoi smiled faintly and immediately responded with a smug expression.

“Are you talking about the Grand Duke?”

“Do you know?”

“Ugh… This story is getting long. Oh, I'm suddenly a little thirsty. Sir….”

Jeomsoi whetted his appetite. It was a symbol of his intention to sell alcohol to the three gods of the martial arts world. Yisin exclaimed in admiration.

"You seem to be one of the three great fortune tellers of your time. Bring me a bottle of wine you'd like to drink. I'm thirsty, too."

Jeomsoi continued talking as he went to get some alcohol.

“I will take it. So, the Grand Duke of the Galaxy Upper Division······.”

Jeomsoi raised his fist as he quickly brought out the most expensive liquor.

"That's the area. It's overwhelming. Do you know Guyangse? Guyangse? First of all, the head of the family there was beaten up. He was completely destroyed. You know the Yongbongdaeyeon, right? The Later Index Competition. Namgung, Nabal, and even Dokgo were all destroyed one after another. I don't know if you've heard of the Palryongmun. They were originally black. But at some point, rumors spread that they were on night watch at the top of the galaxy."

Jeomso-i and Uisin had a drink.

The doctor asked.

“You’re not even a martial artist, so how do you know so much?”

Jeomsoi politely poured himself a drink with both hands, then looked at Yisin. He responded as if to ask him something so obvious.

"It's a guest house. I'm a waiter. What about you, sir?"

"me?"

“Yes, sir. There are only you and me in the guest room right now.”

“Well, he’s just a bored old man.”

Jeomsoi replied with a sly smile.

"Don't lie. Are you trying to fool a guest? You're talking nonsense… And no matter how much you look at it, you're in your forties? Mid-forties? You're my brother."

Yishin smiled.

"This is truly mind-blowing. Thank you for looking at me so young. By the way, here."

Jeomsoi replied with a big smile on her face.

"yes."

The doctor asked.

“Are you traumatized?”

“Ugh.”

Jeomsoi suddenly looked outside with a hazy look in her eyes.

“No, this isn’t a place for free food. Why are you ordering alcohol? Sir······.”

When Jeomsoi suddenly turned her head, Yisin had already disappeared without a trace.

"customer?"

Jeomsoi jumped up and looked around the outside of the inn. From somewhere, Yisin's voice was heard.

“I’m in a hurry so I don’t have any money with me. I’ll stop by later.”

Jeomsoi put his hand on his waist and muttered.

"What the… is this beggar-like ghost possessing the land? Wow, I should either beat up the idiot or learn martial arts. I should have recognized him when I was eating noodles like a beggar who'd starved for ten days."

Jeomsoi said as he entered the guest room.

“I learned something new today.”