< The Witch 3 >
It took two days to replenish Zhuge Liang’s ships with supplies.
He said that he also has a letter to deliver to Namgungga, the head of the Seven Great Clans, and that he has someone who will accompany us.
So we decided to wait for two days and then board the Jegal family’s boat again and head to Namgung family.
It was because Namgung Se-ga was a bit out of his mind due to a big incident, but he couldn’t stop his journey.
Even the military doesn’t know the details, but they say that our blue stone soldiers’ food is only there.
“Okay, this way.”
“Yes, sir.”
So I thought I would rest on land for two days before leaving, but the next morning, as soon as I finished breakfast, the soldier came looking for me.
I followed him to the very top of Cheonmu Pavilion, the highest pavilion in the Murim Alliance.
The highest authority here wanted to see me?
It was because a meeting with the leader of the martial arts world, Kwon Hwang, Joo Jung-hak, was scheduled.
He said he had already sent me a personal letter, and that he wanted to meet me since I came to see him.
The top of an eight-story building with no elevator.
When we arrived at the place where our calves were about to ache, a servant was waiting at the luxurious door and announced our arrival.
“Your Majesty, the vassal of the military and the party have come to see you.”
“Okay, tell me.”
A kind old man’s voice is heard from inside.
The stuttering Sibi blushed and stepped aside, confused as to which door to open first, left or right.
And then the sound of military warfare was heard.
[I guess the child who came in to replace the previous troublemaker that was caught thanks to you is immature.]
As we entered through the door opened by the novice sage, an old man of similar age to Mandokshin-gun was waiting for us. The most striking thing was that his hair and eyebrows were pure white.
His first impression was that he looked tired, as if he had experienced all the hardships of life alone.
He went inside, bowed his head politely and gave a round of applause.
“I greet you, the leader of the martial arts world, the Weisholong of Sacheondangga.”
“Oh, right. You! Come in!”
The leader runs over to me and smiles while holding my hand.
The leader grabbed my hand and asked with a smiling face.
“Yeah, those guys wouldn’t just bite anyone on your wrists and waist, right?”
My older sister said that the person named Maengju was a great master who could rise to the rank of Samhwang (Three Emperors) and was one of the top three masters in the Central Plains martial arts world. As expected, Maengju was a master.
Until now, no one had noticed that the Wukongs were attached to my body, but the leader realized that the Wukongs were wrapped around his body.
“Of course, my lord.”
When I showed him the arm that had escaped his grasp and the Wukongs, he checked them out as if he found them curious.
“This is the offspring of the Qingbanwu Gong. Even I, who has experienced many things in the martial arts world, have never seen anything like this before. Yes, I will treat you to some tea.”
“Thank you for your hospitality.”
The questions begin as you sit down with the soldier and receive the car he personally gives you.
As expected of an old man of Mandokshin-gun’s age, the first thing he did was to conduct a census.
“So, you became the son-in-law of the Sacheondang family?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Then, what about your parents?”
“I am single and have no place to go.”
The leader who looked at the military instead of me answered by pulling out a fancy Chinese expression that I had always wanted to use.
The soldier looked at me with a pitiful expression and answered.
“I heard from the head of the Dang family that he had lost all of his past memories. He said that he lived alone in Haenam Island, catching and selling snakes, until he was discovered by the head of the Dang family.”
“Oh, really? So that’s what happened? Sohyeop must have had a hard time living alone.”
“No. I didn’t feel so lonely or miserable because I had friends like these.”
“···.”
The leader smiled and answered that he wasn’t lonely because he had friends like Wukong, but he looked at me with an even more pitiful expression.
‘wait for a sec.’
When I thought about why he made that expression, it seemed like a really sad story to the average person, that he had no friends and lived by raising bugs.
It’s similar to the story of a man who couldn’t make friends with people, so he gave names to bugs and treated them as friends.
‘Oh my, our Seok-Cheok is cute. Isn’t it nice to be with your brother?’
Doesn’t this seem like a similar situation to a man stranded alone on a deserted island naming a volleyball?
“Oh, that’s not it···.”
“No, it’s okay. That can happen when a person is lonely···.”
“no···.”
I tried to say that that was absolutely not the case, but the leader just smiled awkwardly.
As if trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, he interrupted me and explained why he had called me.
“I have called you here to my seat because you have done a great job this time, so I have called you here to reward you.”
The leader who called to give a reward.
All the feelings of resentment disappeared at once.
After all, all sorrows are supposed to be resolved with gifts.
But it was true that I also had doubts.
“You said you would give me a reward, but I already told the soldiers what I needed?”
Because I had already told the military what was needed.
“I heard that story too. But that’s just a matter of collecting information accumulated in the Murim Alliance and sending it to me. Do you know how big a deal you’ve made? You’ve made a big discovery that will prevent those trashy blood cult leeches from ever setting foot in the Central Plains again. That’s not enough of a reward, is it?”
What I did was not trivial, so they are giving me an extra reward without warning.
We decided to show our virtue and humility by saying that we will give more than what we have already received.
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It would be nice if they gave us something more, but it’s not our style to just accept it.
Didn’t our ancestors originally say that it was polite to refuse something three times?
“I got this by chance while trying to save my family from the men who invaded my family, so the fact that I saved my family and the gift that I was supposed to receive are enough for me.”
That’s when I finished speaking.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
“···.”
He paused for a moment at my words, then muttered to himself with a hardened expression.
“I got it by chance while trying to save my family···.”
‘What? Did I say something wrong?’
As I looked at the military in a somewhat cold atmosphere, the military looked at me with slightly surprised eyes.
In my bewildered ears, the leader’s words came to my ears.
“Yes, that’s right. When I think about why I feel so close to you, it’s because we look alike···.”
“yes?”
A leader who suddenly resembles me.
No matter how I looked at it, there was not a single thing that resembled it, so I blinked and he took a book out of his arms and threw it at me.
-Bam.
“I don’t think you understand what it means to look alike, but it doesn’t mean that our faces look alike.”
“Ah, haha···.”
His explanation continued as he laughed awkwardly when his true feelings were revealed.
His bitter voice came to my ears.
“The old man lost his family and loved ones to the Blood Cult. And he struggled to save even the last remaining family member, and in the end, he gained enlightenment and was able to achieve great feats of martial arts.
“You threw yourself at the elders of the Blood Sect while poisoned in order to save your family?”
“Yes? Yes. What···.”
“Yes, it’s similar to me thirty years ago. I would have been helpless, but with a desperate heart and everything I had. I would have thrown my body into the air···.”
After listening to his story, I could see why they said he resembled us.
It seems like we both risked our lives to protect our family, and it also seems like we both had no worries.
Is this a consensus among men?
Just when I thought I understood a little bit of what he was saying, he continued.
“It is my unique martial art, the Iron Chest martial art, which I developed from my family’s martial arts. I did not have any disciples, and my family has already been destroyed, so it is a martial art that will disappear when I die.
“I will give it to you as a reward. I will also allow you to teach it to your descendants. I have no intention of acting as a master, so don’t worry about your family.”
“Hey, my lord! Your lord’s martial arts!?”
I was about to ask if I could get something like an ice jade, but the leader offered his martial arts skills.
It was obviously a great gift, as the soldiers gaped in surprise and looked at us from one to the other.
First of all, he is said to be one of the strongest people in the martial arts world, so his martial arts skills must be great.
“Thank you, my lord. I will make sure not to bring shame to your reputation.”
My answer brought a warm smile to his world-weary face.
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“The leader has permitted his exploits. It is unbelievable. However, for the time being, please keep it a secret from anyone other than the elders of the family.”
“Why do you say that?”
On the way out, he receives a book from the leader that records his martial arts exploits.
When I questioned the military’s warning to be careful, the military explained in a secretive voice.
“The one whom the Blood Cult wants to kill the most is the leader, so how can you, who has inherited his martial arts, look good? Furthermore, aren’t you the one who found the Blood Cult’s mountain poison? There’s no good that can come from rumors.”
‘Is that so?’
Listening to the military’s explanation, I feel like I’m crossing a bridge of no return with the Blood Cult guys.
To be honest, I was a little scared, but what could I do?
He answered, vowing to practice his martial arts diligently and deal with him in a very lethal and vulgar way with his bleeding poison.
“Understood, sir.”
“Then, I think I need to talk to the leader more, so I guess I’ll have to see you off here. Can you find your place?”
“Yes, sir, you don’t have to worry.”
“Well, since you said you were leaving early tomorrow morning, today will be your last day. Be careful.”
“Okay, that’s it.”
He gave the soldiers a prize and left Cheonmu Pavilion, heading to his quarters.
Since it was lunchtime, I thought I should have a quick snack with my sister and check if the gift I received from her was a good one.
And I also need to ask my older sister the reason for Noppakku that I couldn’t ask yesterday.
“Hey, what’s the small business?”
As I was leaving the main hall and heading towards the reception hall, I heard someone’s voice.
As I looked around and turned my head, I saw a man walking out of the shadow of the wall with a spear in his hand.
‘That guy was definitely Changryong Yang Seonghu?’
Judging from the way it came out of the wall, it seemed like it was waiting for me.
A guy named Changryong Yang Seong-hu walked towards me and offered me a prize.
“Thank you for your cooperation. See you again.”
“Oh, yes. Nice to meet you again.”
An awkward greeting upon meeting someone.
“Are you just passing through? Or are you looking for me?”
When I asked him why he had called me over, he politely gave me another nod and said,
“Yes, I heard that Wi So-hyeop visited Cheonmu-gak, so I came to see you. I have a favor to ask.”
“A favor?”
We’re not that close, and we just saw each other yesterday and I have a favor to ask out of the blue.
‘It wouldn’t be a guarantee at first sight, right?’
I blinked in bewilderment at his words, and he spoke again, throwing the lottery ticket away.
“Excuse me, but may I request a match with Wi So-hyeop?”
“Are you talking nonsense?”
“Yes, small business.”
Bimu is a martial arts competition. I heard from my older sister that it is similar to a taekwondo competition.
And I remembered hearing that since it’s done with real weapons, there’s a chance that the opponent could get hurt, so it’s not done much except between close friends or in official competitions like the martial arts competition.
That’s why I also answered while facing the lottery.
“Yes, no.”
I think I know why he does that, but honestly, I don’t have the skills to fight, and the biggest problem is that Wukong’s standard for distinguishing between a martial arts match and a real fight is killing intent, so if that guy even shows a little bit of killing intent, he’ll die right away.
Then the guy shouts with a bewildered face.
“Yes? If So, So-hyeop is a man, then please convince me that So-hyeop is a man who suits Dok-hwa!”
‘What do you understand, you crazy idiot? A college student comes up to a middle school student and starts a fight…’
My older sister said that we were definitely not close and that we didn’t talk much, but he’s the kind of guy who overreacts.
I shook my head at him and said.
“It’s dangerous, so don’t do it.”
Then the guy apologized to me.
“I will take out the blade and give you enough circumstances to convince me…”
I explained to him because he seemed to think I was being scared.
“No, it’s not me. It’s dangerous because Yang So-hyeop might die.”
That was when.
His eyes are returning.
‘That kid has his eyes on a middle schooler?’
As I quickly unfold my backside, I hear a sound.
-Tsrrrr.
-Tsur!
-Thump. Thump. Thump.
As I ran backwards, the gap between me and him was filled with the flying ants, who jumped out and bit me.
“What, what is this!?”
His expression of surprise at the appearance of the Wukongs.
I said to him with a sigh.
“I saved you once.”
