Episode 125. Even if you fall into a swamp, you can still breathe (4)
“Gongja?”
“why.”
“Ah, you are in front of me. Is the road wide?”
“yes.”
“But why is it so dark here?”
“Because I made it that way.”
“Yes… … evil! Hey Mr. Ma! Don’t step on my feet!”
“I’m sorry.”
“No damn, what kind of road is so dark? Even if you use your inner energy, it’s just blurry, right? What is the air flow chart? … .”
“There is nothing to mend.”
“I want to do that too, but what if I can’t see anything?”
“If you can’t see, use your ears. If you can’t hear, use your nose. If you can’t smell it, rely on touch. Why are your senses so blunted when you’ve become a huge stock of wild horses?”
“It should be easier said than done. I’m more about breaking it down first, not about touching it delicately.”
“Isn’t that too crude to be an excuse for neglecting training?”
“Mr. Ma will be the same. Right, Mr. Ma? You stepped on my foot earlier.”
“… … .”
“Kill.”
They exchanged words like a joke, but inside they were surprised.
As Xi Liang said, he didn’t train so badly that he couldn’t even walk properly because he couldn’t see. Even so, the two couldn’t even figure out how to walk this road.
If it wasn’t for Seo-ryang, who was leading the way, I would have been lost. I don’t even know if there is one road or two, so there is a possibility that I will be trapped for the rest of my life.
‘Of course.’
Amhyangjin (暗香陣), installed from the entrance of the cave, extremely reduces the senses of the person entering.
It was not a jin that could be overcome by the presence or absence of internal energy or the degree of enlightenment. Even people with excellent sixth senses cannot penetrate easily unless they have the super senses of Xu Liang.
“Now we are all here.”
“It’s also long.”
“Not very long. Now I have only walked half an hour.”
“yes?! It seems that you almost walked away?”
It was also the influence of Amhyangjin. By amplifying the error of the senses, the gap of time is greatly felt.
“How on earth did you know about this place?”
Xi Liang did not answer.
After a while, click! A sound rang out.
Kugu Palace!
The sound of stones scraping against each other was quite heavy. The two of them closed their eyes tightly at the light that leaked in little by little.
“Everything has come.”
Seoryang calmly entered the stone gate.
Both of them opened their eyes.
“… … !!”
Wei Hong-ryun couldn’t close his gaping mouth. He was better than Wi Hong-ryun, but Ma Dong-pil was also surprised.
“What the hell is this place?!”
There were over 50 Yamyeongju in the ceiling innumerable.
And that wasn’t all. Inside the rectangular cave, there were dozens of bookshelves, twenty small shelves, and five wooden barrels taller than a human body.
Squeeze.
The water dripping from the ceiling was very clear at first glance. For some reason, the small puddle in which the thin stream of water accumulated did not overflow and was continuously flowing.
A look of sorrow crept across the sage’s face.
‘How long.’
Honam’s largest safe house, Sohyanggok’s secret residence in Hyeongsan was a well-made safe house that could be counted among ten fingers.
A vast amount of medical books and elixirs, as well as three or four sacks of new recruits, are stored. Thanks to the wet columns studded here and there, the proper humidity is always maintained, making it the best place to store something.
Thanks to the clear puddle, there is no need to worry about drinking water, and the food problem is solved thanks to Byeokgokdan (辟穀丹) piled up in a wooden barrel.
It’s not a comfortable environment, but it’s a place where you can live for years if you put your mind to it.
Squeak.
As he swept the wall, some stone dust scattered.
Considering the amount of water falling, the stone dust should not have splashed. The blood vessels still seemed to be functioning properly.
Xu Liang clenched his fists with the stone dust in his hand.
‘I have nothing else to take from here. but… … .’
He glanced at the two of them.
“Wow! What are you doing here?!”
“oh my god.”
“I can’t believe that’s an underclass!”
“It looks like a medical book.”
“shit.”
“More than that, the environment itself is amazing… … .”
“Aaaaaa! Look at that night wine! Even if I sell one, I will get 2,000 Nyang!”
The two spat out exclamations of exclamation. Although he belonged to the Heavenly Demon Church, which the world calls the devil’s den, his surprised face was more lively than anyone else’s.
Wi Hong-ryun, who was surprised for a long time, looked at Xi Liang with distrustful eyes.
A look of uneasiness appeared on the sage’s face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“How on earth did you know about this place?”
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“I just knew.”
“It can’t be, can it? Just by looking at it, he is the eldest son made with inexhaustible effort. Even the house of the killers is not decorated so grandiosely.”
… … I almost flinched.
“The one in that wooden barrel, that’s Byeokgokdan, right?”
“yes.”
“If it’s that much in one bottle… … My God, five years is enough to last.”
“You have good eyesight.”
Wi Hong-ryun stuck out his tongue.
“What kind of cautious human being built a place like this? If what was put on that bookshelf was non-medical books, there would literally be no other place to stay! Of course, even now, it’s really great.”
“It’s a miracle… … .”
Xi Liang’s eyes deepened.
“It’s more like an escape rather than a chance”
“Escape? Isn’t it a special place made by the masters of the past for the next generation?”
If that’s the case, why would medical books be prepared?
He was well-versed in medicine, but not enough to hear the voice of a famous doctor. Those books were books I had saved just in case, and were masterpieces that were hard to find even in famous medical clinics.
At least to Salsu, it could be said to be a treasure more precious than the martial arts level.
Ma Dong-pil asked quietly.
“Is it a safe place where the head of the school can go in and out?”
“It’s roughly like that.”
It sounded like he was talking about it, but the two of them nodded.
There are many enemies in the Heavenly Demon Church. It’s quiet now, but if a battle breaks out in midfield, there will always be a situation where you need to take urgent action.
Usually, they go to the nearby branch to get it resolved, but when they can’t, they’ll need a separate shelter. The two thought so.
It was a complete misunderstanding.
Either that or not, Seo Liang was soaked in memories.
‘I suffered a lot, really.’
Uicheonmaeng made half of the safe houses spread in the central court, but half were made by him. I still have tears in my eyes when I think of the effort that was put into making these safe houses.
Countless years of assassination, killing important people and stealing a few of their treasures. Most of the treasures were brought to the safe house.
You may ask why he did such a dirty trick when he was the best assassin in the world, but Xu Liang’s life depended on it. In fact, even with that good skill, he passed the death penalty dozens of times.
‘As expected, people have to be well prepared.’
I didn’t know it would be used in this way.
“Confucius.”
“ok?”
Wi Hong-ryun swallowed his saliva.
She went back behind the bookshelf and took out a sword. A dirty cloth was wrapped around it, but the latent spirit within it was not hidden.
“What is this?”
I didn’t doubt that it was a shelter made by Protestantism, but I thought that I was touching it carelessly.
Seo Liang said as if passing by.
“Wolyeongsingeom.”
“Hey! I-this is the legendary Wolyeongshinsword?”
“uh.”
Wolyeongshingeom was the favorite soldier of Geomjon (劍尊), one of the three greatest swordsmen in the world a hundred years ago.
There were many masters called Geomjon in Moorim, but the reason Geomjon a hundred years ago was famous was because he was from a ronin. He was a stand-alone person who heard the sound of the strongest swordsman by only colliding with his body, without any thought or reason.
“To see Wolyeongsingeom in my life… … .”
“The words are a divine sword, but it’s nothing special when you see it. Dongpil’s Mukwangsword would be ten thousand times better, right?”
“Yeah!”
“Put it in its place. It’s not even a sword that suits you.”
Wi Hong-ryeon put the sword behind the bookshelf with a regretful expression. Her Yue Youngsin sword was too delicate for her to wield her straight and destructive strong sword (强劍).
“uh? Then what about this?”
Looking around in disappointment, she took out another sword and raised it.
Shi Liang said without even looking.
“It’s the Blue Sky Sword.”
“Wow.”
“Wah, what is it? It’s a lower level sword than Wolyeongsin’s sword.”
“The sword might be like that, but the person who wielded it is as famous as the Sword Master.”
Even those words were nonsensical. Myeonggeomdaehyeop (明劍大俠) is definitely a transcendent master, but it was nothing to compare to a sword master.
However, as a non-military man, he was famous enough to be counted among the Moorim. The reason is that the good deeds he did after leaving Gangho were great.
“Are you admiring a religious faction even though you are a Protestant?”
“Can’t you admire it? Actually, it’s true, what. It is not easy for a person to live for others like that.”
Xu Liang snorted.
“A bitch who lived for others. I don’t know what’s there, but the expression ‘nothing’ was human trash that somehow fit.”
“yes?”
“There are thousands of families broken up because of him. He was a murderer who remembered the guys he didn’t like and cut them to pieces without anyone noticing, and he was the worst madman who enjoyed raping women and burning children alive.”
“… … !”
“They said the screams were so thrilling or something.”
Wi Hong-ryeon and Ma Dong-pil opened their mouths.
“Is that really true?”
“Because it is. In a way, he’s a really admirable guy. It’s not easy living hiding your true nature for decades. He did the hard thing.”
Wi Hong-ryeon frowned and threw the blue sky sword to the ground.
Seo Liang frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“It just makes me feel bad. I never imagined he would be such a madman.”
“You hear a lot that you’re crazy too, don’t you? Suddenly, what?”
“Don’t compare me to that guy!”
“Okay, pick it up. The one who holds the sword and wields it is the one to kill, what’s wrong with the sword?”
“Sheesh.”
With a grunt, she picked up the sword, roughly tied the disheveled cloth, and put it back where it was.
“When I think about it, I feel really pitiful.”
“who?”
“Salwang.”
In an instant, Xu Liang’s eyes widened.
“why?”
“You ate all the arrogance and insults for assassinating Myeonggeomdaehyeop. It turned out that he was a knight who made the decision to save the country for the sake of the world.”
“… … .”
“Well, even if it’s not a great swordsman, he killed a lot of people, so he’s cheap even if he’s criticized.”
When the mission is over, not leaving a single bastard raised by the enemy alive is a madman. At least she had no right to criticize Salwang.
But Xi Liang thought she was right.
‘It’s cheap even if I curse.’
In the past, I thought I was just doing what I was told to do. It was an environment where he could not help it, he tried to masturbate.
These are all useless excuses.
There is room for extenuating circumstances, but the crime he has committed does not disappear. He killed a lot of scum like the famous sword Daehyeop, but he was the one who assassinated innocent people.
Since the Blue Sky Sword is innocent, is the mere sword also innocent?
no. He had one great sin.
The sin of not trying to seize one’s own life even at the risk of one’s own life.
‘I risked my life, but the decision was halfway. If I had made up my mind properly, then I might not have died.’
Yes, it is.
I’m like a turtle who has finally realized what I want and is much slower than others. Only the soul is an old child.
“… … So at least, even if I can’t live a good life, I’m trying to live a decent life.”
“yes?”
Xiliang picked up one of the best elixirs on the shelf. Originally, it was the elixir he was trying to take to restore martial arts.
He perched on a moderately raised rock.
“Wihongryeon.”
suddenly called by name
There were times when it was two years and that year, and there were times when it was called the great lord or the great steed. But I’ve never been called by that first name.
Did you read the sincerity that comes from that small change?
Wi Hong-ryun’s face, which had been recalled, also hardened slightly.
“Yes, please.”
“I won’t talk too long.”
“… … .”
“You, be mine.”
