How to Live as a Magician in the Martial Arts World Chapter 100
Chapter 21. Manoeuvre (5)
He split the originally one divine object into pieces like a scepter, hid one in the Gwigok Garden, and kept the other for himself.
Only then did Jegal Hyunmong realize why he had given an ambiguous answer to Mansu’s previous question about whether he had obtained the divine water.
Since he had succeeded in securing the other half of the divine water, it would have been possible to say that even if the golden lord had the other half, it would be impossible for him to obtain the wealth of the golden lord.
“Then next is Cheon Yeo-hyeop’s turn.”
Cheon Yeo-hyang had a somewhat stern expression.
“Zhuge Liang. Is it okay if my question is something that cannot be confirmed right now?”
“It doesn’t matter, but… … .”
“Then there is one thing I really want to have my fortune told.”
Jegal Hyunmong nodded.
“Can I meet my master’s enemy?”
“… … .”
Jegal Hyunmong nodded slightly and began to tell his fortune.
“We may meet next spring. But it will not be a good meeting, nor will it be the meeting you expected.”
“What are you talking about?”
“well.”
Jegal Hyunmong shook his head.
I answered like that because the divination was drawn like that, but it was difficult to interpret it accurately.
But Cheon Yeo-hyang was convinced.
“Anyway, since we are meeting an enemy, it will not be a good meeting. Thank you, Prince Zhuge Liang.”
When it was his turn, Baek-Gyeon said to himself in a self-deprecating tone.
“I don’t know what this is supposed to do.”
“That’s true.”
Even though you did fortune telling, weren’t you only doing things that were difficult to prove?
Baek-Gyeon sighed and said.
Since he had come this far, he had no choice but to join in.
But since I was going to do it anyway, I thought I would do something sure, unlike others.
“Tell me what secret the island is hiding.”
“… … A secret you’re hiding, you know?”
“Yes. There is a secret that I have kept hidden my entire life. I want you to reveal it to me.”
“Hmm.”
Jegal Xuanmong nailed down Baek Gyeon’s words in advance.
“If it comes to light, it’s not like I’ll have to be murdered or anything, right?”
“… … What do you think of me?”
“No, I heard that this is definitely something that needs to be done. Anyway, I understand.”
Zhuge Xuanmong looked at Baek Gyeon.
When the mountain tongs were shaken, an illusion arose as if invisible threads were shooting out of the white gecko and pulling out mountain branches.
The expression on Zhuge Xuanmong’s face became subtle as he pulled out a mountain branch and interpreted the divination.
“……precipice.”
“Cliff? What are you talking about?”
“Two pine trees exquisitely block the entrance.”
“… … .”
“And two at a time.”
Baek Gyeon’s expression hardened.
At first I wondered what he meant, but with each word Jegal Hyunmong spoke, something became more specific.
“Cliff? Hidden entrance?”
“I see. It’s Bidong. It’s Bidong! Lord Baek Bu-dan must be secretly practicing his closed-door training in a place that only he knows about.”
“What are the two Dongs?”
“Well. Aha, it’s Byeokgokdan! Once you go in, you definitely won’t come out until you’ve eaten two bowls of Byeokgokdan!”
The Murim Alliance members continued to speculate behind the scenes.
But somehow Baek-Gyeon’s expression was becoming more and more hardened.
‘no way?!’
“That, that alone is not enough.”
“Well, I see that you had an ominous horoscope about three years ago. Did you almost get into trouble because you practiced too much?”
Jegal Xuanmong lightly pulled out a branch of a mountain and drew letters in the air so that no one could see it.
‘Alcohol.’
Baek Gyeon’s beard trembled.
‘how.’
Baek Gyeon is a famous old-fashioned Taoist priest of the shamanist faction.
It was a secret known only to one person, other than himself, that Baek Gyeon was actually a great shareholder.
It was never a secret that anyone could know about.
Even if Jegal Hyunmong was a magician, it would be the same.
Baek Gyeon’s secret drinking party was in a cave on the cliff, and naturally, that cave was located in the heart of the shamanist faction.
A place where it is difficult for a mine to step foot even by mistake.
Especially since he almost died three years ago when he lost his footing off a cliff after getting drunk.
Baek-Gyeon closed his eyes tightly.
“I… trust you!”
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“thank you.”
Baek Gyeon’s words caused a stir in the Murim Alliance.
Because I didn’t expect Baek Gyeon to acknowledge the fortune telling before it was even finished.
While everyone was making a fuss.
“Then it’s the old man’s turn last. But before that, how about you have your fortune told?”
“Are you talking about my point?”
Come to think of it, it wasn’t such a bad suggestion.
Jegal Hyunmong nodded and asked while gently shaking the mountain tong.
“I ask Heaven, will I be able to live a peaceful and quiet life from now on?”
Pashuk!
A mountain branch shot out through the hole as if it was being shot.
It was a speed that even Jegal Hyunmong couldn’t catch.
The one who caught it was none other than Mr. Cheon, who looked at it and smiled as he said.
“They said it wasn’t possible.”
Mr. Chun shook the divination stick and laughed playfully.
“… … Since it’s just a dot, sometimes it’s wrong.”
“Is now the time for you to say something like that?”
Mr. Chun laughed out loud in amazement.
I knew that the Jegal Hyunmong in front of me was different from the rumors going around, but I never thought he would be this sincere.
“Anyway, please give me that.”
“I’ll give it to you after you finish the last point.”
Mr. Cheon smiled and said to Jegal Hyunmong.
“Zhuge Liang. Old man has been living for quite some time now, and he has had one dream in his heart. And he is about to take action to make that dream come true.”
“Isn’t it a bit too late to move now?”
“Don’t you know the story of Jiang Zi’er?”
Strong man.
The man more commonly known as Taigong Wang was a wise man in his seventies who was famous for following King Wen of Zhou.
“It is a hundred-year plan. When making a plan, it may take a hundred years, but when carrying out an action, one year is enough.”
“… … So what is it you want to ask?”
“There is one thing I would like to ask you. Since you are also a Jegal, you should know this story well. It is a story of a person who is a copycat and a genius.”
It is said that work is planned by people, but its accomplishment is up to heaven.
This is an anecdote about Zhuge Liang cornering Sima Yi into Hulogok and almost killing him with a fire attack, but it happened to rain and he was thwarted.
Although this is not something that actually happened in history, there are probably no words that touch people’s hearts as much as these words.
“The horoscope might give you a bad result. So, are you going to stop?”
“Hehehe. Didn’t you just do that? Fortune-telling can sometimes be wrong.”
Jegal Hyeonmong was impressed by Mr. Cheon’s persistence.
Even if a fortune is given, Mr. Chun would not blindly believe it.
However, the reason why Mr. Cheon did this was because he wanted to carry out the plan without leaving any regrets.
It was truly an amazing thoroughness.
“Okay. Then I’ll tell you the fortune.”
Jegal Hyunmong shook the mountain tomb lightly.
At the same time, there was a resonance like an earthquake.
Grrrrrrrrr… …!
“What, what is it?”
“Is it another earthquake? Or is the door about to open?”
Neither.
Just Mr. Cheon.
No, the fortune that Manoe possessed was so great and enormous, and it was just because he was a mine that went against the will of heaven that his energy was so strong.
Jegal Hyunmong followed the law.
It was none other than the Six-Jing, Six-Gap (六丁六甲) method, different from the martial arts method, which was intended to hide oneself from heaven and reveal a person in one’s stead.
“Oh, Heaven, I ask you! Can the demon before my eyes achieve the vain dream of unifying the martial arts world?”
Jegal Hyunmong shouted loudly.
At those words, without realizing it, people’s eyes turned to Mr. Cheon.
It wasn’t because Jegal Hyunmong suddenly framed Mr. Cheon.
I was curious how Mr. Chun would react when he heard that.
But it wasn’t Mr. Chun who reacted.
Let’s do it!
The sound of dry trees cracking echoed.
It was the sound of countless mountain branches flying out as the mountain trough that Jegal Hyunmong was holding broke.
Even that mountain branch split into countless pieces as soon as it came out of the barrel.
There was only one thing that was safe.
The countless energies that Santong had been holding gathered in one place.
The only mountain branch that Mr. Cheon is holding in his hand right now.
It meant the same result as the dream of Zhuge Xuan just now.
“… … .”
“… … .”
There was silence.
As soon as the blast stopped, the ground stopped rumbling, and an indescribable silence filled the room.
Mr. Chun smiled.
“That’s pretty good. Since when did you notice it? No. Rather than noticing it… … Yes. Reporter Cheon. It was Reporter Cheon’s arrangement. That guy is really amazing. You told Nobu that you shouldn’t read the heavenly records carelessly, but you’re cheekily looking into the future a hundred years from now?”
Mr. Cheon glanced at the branch he was holding in his hand and lightly tossed it.
The branches rolled on the ground, making a rattling sound.
“Oh, Heaven! Do you want the old man’s plan to be ruined!? Fine. But the old man liked to go against the flow, so it won’t go as he wants!”
“Hey, Mr. Cheon… … !”
Hwang Geum-ju slowly approached Mr. Cheon.
“What, what are you talking about now?”
“Ah, Prince Hwang.”
Mr. Chun said with a smile.
“Prince Hwang is quicker and more capable of action than his father.”
The golden stock, whose intentions were revealed, blew up the new model.
Before he knew it, there was a dagger in Hwang Geum-ju’s hand, and it was about to stab Mr. Cheon, or rather, Manoe.
But before that, the amulet reached the tip of the Golden Dagger.
There were not one or two, but dozens of talismans, and when they were gathered together, they were enough to block the golden pearl, no matter how sharp the dagger was.
Hwang Geum-ju threw away the dagger without any hesitation, took out the long sword from his waist, and swept Ma-noe’s leg.
Hana Manoe laughed lightly and kicked the long sword away with her foot.
“You’re quite skilled.”
Break!
As he stepped on the sword with his foot, the long sword broke and the golden phoenix retreated with a look of defeat, while also pointing at him.
“Kill him! He is the life-and-death enemy of our family!”
“As expected, he’s better than his father.”
Manoe looked at Jegal Hyunmong.
And he pointed to Jegal Hyunmong’s chest and tried to pull out the sword.
“It was my original magic, so I’ll take it back.”
“That won’t do.”
Jegal Xuanmong shook the black cow ship.
The magical power of Manoe and the magical power of Jegal Hyunmong are intertwined.
At the same time, Jegal Hyunmong frowned.
‘It’s solid.’
As if it were alive, the magical power of the brain was trying to invade Jegal Hyunmong’s realm.
On the contrary, the brain’s defenses were so strong that it was difficult to find a gap.
Jegal Hyunmong felt his physical strength and magical power draining away.
It was the appearance of a man who had already been called the master of sorcery a hundred years ago.
“It’s pretty good.”
“Ma-noe!”
“You guys from the Murim Alliance are more reactive than that Hwang Gongja.”
