Episode 641.
Where did the sound go? (1)
Night came.
The slightly reduced moonlight spread across the clouds in a cloudy sky, making it look hazy.
Mr. Moyong, who was looking at the moon outside the window, spoke calmly.
“Now it looks quite like the sky of Sacheon. “If there are a lot of clouds, it will be gloomy tomorrow.”
Humidity is high.
Moyong-gun liked this humidity. The martial art he learned was Yang Kang’s Noejeong, so he felt like he was able to relax in the high humidity environment.
Moyong-gun flicked his middle finger and thumb.
Perfect! Puzzle!
A blue brain aura appeared and disappeared.
Since you have learned martial arts based on Noegi, this can be seen as natural, but Noegi is an unrivaled strength.
If I hadn’t adjusted my inner energy momentarily with my fingertips, my brain energy would have been uncontrolled and splashed all over the place. One way or another, Mo Yong’s skills deserved praise.
Nevertheless, Prince Moyong could not be happy.
“Is it enough?”
Mo Yong-gun’s eyes sank.
“Am I really putting enough effort into my life?”
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about talent.
People’s talents vary greatly. Some people are born with good brains, while others are born with the talent to use their bodies.
Some people are born with dexterity, while others have great eloquence.
If you expand the scope of talent, even having naturally good eyesight or a loud voice were talents. His ability to smell well and his delicate sense of taste were his talents.
There are countless occupations in human society, and the talents required are also diverse.
That’s why it’s important to discover and develop your talents. In a world of people with greater talent than you, trying to outsmart everyone and succeed is as difficult as picking up a star in the night sky.
So what are the talents required of a martial artist?
“…I don’t know.”
Moyong closed his eyes.
“I don’t know anymore.”
A talent that can quickly raise the level of martial arts?
Of course it is a great talent. But even such talents require segmentation.
A talent for copying martial arts for the first time. A talent for having good reflexes and an advantage in evasive maneuvers. A talent for showing strength in simple and honest attacks due to good strength. A talent for building up resistance well. A talent for breaking down herbivorous skills. The talent for seeing…
the list would be endless. The position you can reach varies depending on how many talents you were born with and the level of your natural talents.
Sometimes people say things like this. Those who say that talent can be overturned through hard work.
“That’s bullshit.”
Effort is fundamental.
They say that to beat a genius, you have to put in twice as much effort. So, if a genius practices eight poetry a day, does it mean that a commoner must practice sixteen poetry? There are twelve o’clock in a day?
Even if you reduce the number of hours to ten, when do you sleep? Rest is as important as training. As your level increases, the need for rest decreases, but this does not mean that sleep and nutrition are completely unnecessary.
In other words, it is impossible to surpass genius with the amount of effort.
So, should we focus on quality rather than quantity?
That is even more ridiculous bullshit. Because there is no way a genius can match the quality of a genius.
People who talk like that often disparage the efforts of others, saying that they can win if they work hard. Even though the reality is that we cannot practically keep up with the efforts of others.
In the end, Moorim is also a world of talented people. It was cruel, but it was reality.
“…but.”
Moyong opened his eyes.
Confusion appeared on his face.
“Have I at least seen the end of my efforts?”
Although his personality may have been twisted, Moyong was a very honest person with himself.
He knew the extent of his talent. The reason he respected but did not fear the Holy Heavenly Thirteen Seas was because he was confident that he would also reach that realm.
The problem is timing.
‘If I live like I do now, when will I be able to reach that same level?’
Prince Moyong was clear about what he wanted to achieve.
Murim Lord The pinnacle of Murim power in the world.
Some say that it is only the peak of the White Island and does not include the Black Island, but the existence of Yangcheon only caused the rapid rise of the Black Island, and in reality, the most powerful person in the martial arts world can be said to be the Murim Lord.
There was a lot of work to do to become a Murim lord. As a martial artist, you must prove your strength, have a good character, and have many followers for influence.
To have power follow you, you need money, and to make money, you need to start a business.
There was literally a mountain of work to do. Prince Moyong was quietly accomplishing all these tasks without anyone knowing.
What about martial arts?
Prince Moyong’s martial arts skills were so strong that they could be counted on one finger, even compared to the heads of the six major families and the heads of the nine factions. He did not forget that he was a martial artist and devoted himself to training whenever he could.
In other words, he could be seen as the closest to the Murim Lord in all aspects except personality and disposition. Moyong himself thought so too.
but.
‘Even if I become the Murim lord like this, will I be able to hold and sway power as I want?’
Humans have risen to a higher position than other living creatures by prospering culture and creating morals and laws.
Nevertheless, the basic principles of human society were no different from those of the animal world.
strength.
Even if something unreasonable happens, you can correct it only if you have the strength. Only with strength can one not be ignored, and with strength one cannot have one’s authority collapsed.
In particular, for the martial people, actual power, not influence or power, was important.
However, until fifteen days ago, it wasn’t that important of an issue.
The Seongcheon Thirteenth Place, which is at the forefront of actual power, rarely participates in the politics of its time. To begin with, they were characters from another world.
But everything changed when Yeon Ho-jeong opened the Mugeuk.
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Finally, a person who performed a martial arts performance appeared among those active at the time. He was even someone who thought that Prince Moyong was his lifelong nemesis, and even his age was ridiculously young.
‘It can’t go on like this.’
Three schools? authority? War?
You don’t need it all.
Due to Yeonhojeong, the landscape of the contemporary martial arts world changed once again. In order to get ahead of the game, our current military power is not enough.
‘You must have strength. There must be strength in my sword and my fist. ‘In order to become the best, not just one of the leaders, you must become strong.’
The many things he did to become the most powerful person in Moorim.
It has to stop now.
You have to train like crazy to maximize your talent. Otherwise, becoming a leader is meaningless.
‘A moment like this is coming in my life too.’
To put it positively, opening up martial arts is probably an area that is impossible with proper training.
Rather, we should accept that it is a good thing. It goes back to when I first picked up the sword and thought that only physical strength could win everything.
Moyong truly thought about living like that. I accepted that the moment had come to entrust what I had achieved so far to the people and to melt myself into a practice worthy of my life.
Slurp.
When I pulled out the sword, the sword trembled in the cloudy moonlight.
Mo Yong-gun’s eyes deepened.
‘You’re hoping for that too.’
How much time has passed like that?
Slurp.
Prince Moyong, who sheathed his sword, spoke in a calm voice.
“Please come in.”
Come on.
The door opened and a person appeared.
It was a party hall.
Moyong-gun smiled. The serious expression from just moments ago was no longer visible.
“I didn’t know you would come visit me in person.”
The official said bluntly.
“I received help even though I didn’t like people, so I felt like I should come visit them at least once.”
“haha.”
Even though he is from his own family, he is a very honest person.
Prince Moyong once again felt envious of the official’s honesty.
Dang Gwan is also a person with a desire to become the best.
It’s not easy for a person like that to be this honest. Perhaps because of the environment, I felt that he was a different person from me in many ways.
“Please sit down.”
Two people sat across from each other at the table.
The officer spoke in a stern voice.
“Thank you for helping me with the family situation.”
Moyong-gun chuckled.
“Are you really thankful? “The way he speaks is not good.”
“You know it’s hard to say thank you to someone you don’t like.”
“know. “I know very well.”
“I tried to think about it separately, but it wasn’t easy. “Thank you anyway.”
Prince Moyong, who was quietly looking at the party hall, shook his head.
“There is no need for that.”
“hmm?”
“It’s not because it’s not a sincere thank you. “Actually, I haven’t done much.”
“….”
“I did help. But it would have been the same even if another expert had come here instead of me. “It’s not thanks to me, it’s thanks to Yeon Dae-su.”
A strange look appeared in the officer’s eyes.
‘It’s thanks to Yeonhojeong.’
I wasn’t the type of person to say things like that.
‘I don’t know. But…’
I understand at least one thing. Whether it was sincere or empty, it would not have been easy for Moyong to say something like that in front of himself.
The official said as if he was throwing it away.
“For some reason, you look like a Cheongseung.”
Mo Yong-gun’s smile became bitter.
“I was thinking about my limitations.”
“….”
“Isn’t the head of the Tang family like that too? “Someone from my children’s generation has surpassed us and reached the sky, so even if we are close friends, I can’t feel that good.”
The official nodded.
“Of course I do.”
It was a simple admission.
Mo Yong nodded his head.
“If you are a martial artist, you must know how to be jealous even in front of your children’s achievements. “It is impossible to be purely happy about the accomplishments of others who are not related to you by blood.”
“….”
“I have a lot of thoughts in many ways.”
The official tilted his head.
“That doesn’t seem like you.”
“exactly?”
“It’s shocking. “I don’t know if he opened a martial arts performance at that age, but I think he was the first in the history of martial arts.”
“That doesn’t matter. “The important thing is now.”
“Of course it is.”
Moyong-gun sighed and changed his expression again.
“So, why did you come all this way? “I don’t think I just came to say thank you.”
“I came here to say thank you. “I don’t plan on just saying hello and ending it.”
The Tang Gwan took out a small gold bag from his pocket and held it out in front of Mo Yong-gun.
“What is this?”
“It’s poison.”
“…?”
“It is a dogma, but it is nothing more than an extreme poison that is extremely focused on yang.”
“….”
“It is usually used as poison, but depending on how it is handled, it can also become an elixir.”
A strange look appeared in Mo Yong-gun’s eyes.
The official continued.
“I’d like to give you a good elixir, but right now, there aren’t enough elixirs to use for my family’s business. “That guy sprinkled it all over the place.”
“….”
“As I said, it is poison, but depending on how it is used, it can achieve achievements beyond imagination. Of course, you might not get anything. “You could die.”
“….”
“I had a lot to worry about, but this is the only thing I can properly offer. “It is a sign of sincerity, so please accept it.”
The official stood up.
“then.”
It seems like that was really the only business. There was no hesitation in the act of turning around.
Prince Moyong opened his mouth.
“if.”
“….”
“Wouldn’t your stomach hurt if I took this dogma and became much stronger than I am now?”
“It’s going to hurt.”
The official looked back at Moyonggun.
“At the same time, it could be the result of increasing the power of our allies who have an extreme hatred for the Three Religions.”
“…!”
“Go.”
With those words, the official left the room.
Prince Moyong, who was looking down at Dokdan, sighed.
“This person or that person….”
