How to Live as a Magician in the Martial Arts World Episode 99
Chapter 21. Manoeuvre (4)
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Cheon Yeo-hyang closed her eyes and concentrated.
All of my nerves were sharpened to respond to the situation inside me at any moment.
Baek Gyeon was amazed at seeing such a beautiful woman.
It wasn’t about Cheon Yeo-hyang, but about Jegal Hyeon-mong.
‘To make that thousand inspectors like this.’
Originally, Cheon Yeo-hyang was a person who was more old-fashioned than herself, but by no means less old-fashioned.
He is a man who sets fire to find mines.
It wasn’t easy to see Cheon Yeo-hyang trust someone so completely.
“What is your relationship with the person called Muhujaerim?”
“You are a benefactor of our clan.”
“Eun-gong? From what I heard, he’s someone who’s never even visited the Hwasanpa.”
Jegal Hyeonmong was a native of Sacheon and had never left the land.
“Yes, that’s right. But since you helped me improve my Plum Blossom Sword Technique, how could that not be a favor to you? When it comes to the flower of a volcano, it’s the plum blossom. When it comes to plum blossoms, it’s the volcano.”
“… … Ugh!”
Baek-Gyeon sighed inwardly as he heard the Hwasanpa behind him growl in anger.
Because it was obvious what was going to happen.
Cheon Yeo-hyang must have felt it too, because she snorted.
“Just wait and see. Next spring, the first flower of Mount Hua will be plum blossoms!”
“What do you mean? When it comes to volcanic flowers, azaleas are the best!”
“What are you talking about? It’s a chrysanthemum. A chrysanthemum!”
“… … Everyone, shut up.”
Baek-Gyeon was troubled.
Although the literati of the Hwasan faction were many of the most honest and kind-hearted people among the old factions, their attitude changed drastically when it came to flowers, which was bound to give them a headache.
Although she was not as good as Cheon Yeo-hyang, who was nicknamed a madwoman because she loved plum blossoms so much, the other masters of the Hwasan sect were not all that sane.
It’s because Cheon Yeo-hyang is so unique!
“But you can’t trust it so easily. Even Inspector Chun would know that.”
Honestly, when Baek Gyeon heard that Jegal Hyunmong was a fool, he nodded his head inwardly.
If you listen to the rumors about Jegal Hyunmong, they are all nonsense.
But what if the true identity of Jegal Hyunmong is actually Ma Noe?
Things that seem absurd begin to seem believable.
‘Perhaps Ma-noe created the character Jegal Hyunmong to cause great chaos in the martial arts world by using himself.’
It wasn’t unprecedented.
There was a time when a person who was thought to be a new hero in the martial arts world was actually a lackey controlled by the devil, causing great chaos.
“Even the 100th lord will believe it.”
“That’s something we’ll have to wait and see.”
Creak.
The door to the Wuhou Temple opened.
Jegal Hyeonmong appeared together with Mr. Cheon.
“I don’t remember being allowed to come out yet, but why did you come out?”
“I came out because I have something urgent to tell you.”
“Hurry up. Are you trying to confess?”
Cheon Yeo-hyang frowned at Baek Gyeon’s harsh words.
What Baek Gyeon was doing now was a typical Murim Alliance interrogation method, intimidating the opponent with the pressure and atmosphere of a top-class master.
In particular, the effect was very good when cast by someone reminiscent of a guardian angel, such as Baek Gyeon.
However, Jegal Hyunmong smiled faintly and nodded.
There was no sign of intimidation at all.
“Yes. Mr. Chun will confess that what he told me was an absurd accusation.”
At Jegal Hyunmong’s words, a sinew appeared between Mr. Cheon’s eyebrows, who had been smiling.
“… … Heh heh. I don’t think so.”
“Didn’t we get along a bit better on the inside?”
“Our relationship has gotten worse.”
Cheon Yeo-hyang felt somewhat relieved.
Cheon Yeo-hyang never thought for a moment that Jegal Hyunmong would be Manoe.
In that case, Ma-noe would naturally become Mr. Cheon, but no matter how outstanding Jegal Hyunmong was, I was worried because I didn’t know what would happen if he was in the same space as Ma-noe.
However, seeing Mr. Cheon clenching his teeth in response to Jegal Hyunmong’s words, it seemed like Jegal Hyunmong had said, ‘Jegal Hyunmong.’
“Anyway, let’s confess later. I think I found a way out.”
“A way out? Aren’t you the one who locked us up and saying such things?”
“Baek Daehyeop. Do you plan on continuing to point out things like that?”
Baek Gyeon laughed in vain at Zhuge Xuanmong’s words.
If I had heard such an impertinent remark from outside, I would have drawn my sword immediately.
To make such an arrogant remark in front of a master like him would not have been disrespectful, but simply foolish and arrogant.
‘Don’t you care about your life?’
“Your Majesty, please continue listening to the story.”
“… … Good. That’s a way out. What is it?”
“Yes. I will do the dot.”
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Baek Gyeon snorted.
This time, it wasn’t an intentional action to pressure Zhuge Xuanmong.
I really laughed out loud.
“Dot! Dot? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”
“Your Majesty the Baek family.”
At that time, Mr. Chun put his hands together and said.
“Ma-noe is saying this, but he is also trapped here and is in trouble. Please listen to me, I am not saying baseless things.”
Jegal Hyeonmong glared at Mr. Cheon.
How can he, who is a thief, calmly use his notoriety to frame me?
If you were to say that his heart is second to none and his shamelessness is second to none, it would be sad.
“… … Please tell me.”
Jegal Xuanmong unfolded the black cow ship.
“This is Cheon Gi-ja’s secret. And Cheon Gi-ja is someone who has built his reputation solely on fortune telling throughout his life. Is it really that strange that someone like that would be able to get out of this place by having his fortune told?”
“I see… … No, it’s strange.”
Baek-Gyeon, who almost fell for it for a moment, immediately denied it.
‘It’s strange how I feel when I hear you speak.’
It’s not that he’s particularly good at speaking or has the ability to persuade with evidence, but when he speaks confidently with his unique appearance, even strange things feel trustworthy.
“Even so, does it make sense that you can get out by fortune telling? And I also question how much I can trust your fortune telling.”
Jegal Hyunmong looked at Cheon Yeo-hyang with a weary expression.
“People of the Murim Alliance, are you always this suspicious?”
“It’s usually like that for everyone except me.”
Baek-Gyeon clenched his fists in the hand holding the sword.
‘You have such a strange nickname…!’
When Cheon Yeo-hyang answered very shamelessly, many people in the Murim Alliance looked at her as if they had a lot to say.
“Anyway, that’s good. Then, Baek Daehyeop. If you trust my point, you will trust what I say, right?”
“… … That’s right.”
Jegal Hyunmong nodded and met Mr. Cheon’s eyes.
‘It’s really annoying to get the answer I want.’
In fact, Jegal Hyunmong had expected from the beginning that things would go this way.
If he had known nothing about magic, his reaction would not have been much different from Baek Gyeon’s.
So, I prepared a question and answer that anticipated Baek-Gyeon’s actions to some extent in advance, and obtained Baek-Gyeon’s consent in this way.
It was inevitable, as fortune telling required more than just the power of Jegal Hyunmong.
‘That’s pretty good.’
Seeing Jegal Hyeonmong like that, Mr. Cheon smiled happily without realizing it.
Even though he was an arrogant and annoying guy, looking at Jegal Hyunmong reminded me of myself when I was younger.
“How do you plan on dotting the dot?”
“First, let’s select a few people from both our side and Mr. Cheon’s side. Is there anyone who would like to volunteer?”
At Zhuge Xuanmong’s words, quite a few people raised their hands.
Especially on Jegal Hyunmong’s side, the majority raised their hands.
Then, Dokho Samrang and several others put their hands on the hilts of their swords.
“Only raise your hand if you are sure that your question is not trivial.”
As his hand slowly lowered, Jegal Hyunmong nodded.
“Okay. Then, from my side, I will have Inspector Cheon Yeo-hyang and Dokho Sam-rang.”
“On our side, we will have Baek Gyeon Daehyeop, Prince Hwang Geum-ju, and lastly, Nobu’s fortune telling.”
‘You’re secretly putting yourself out there.’
Zhuge Xuanmong was impressed by Ma Luo’s cleverness.
Perhaps, if Jegal Hyunmong had not listened to Cheon Gija’s warning, he would have just let it go.
“… … Then I will do it first.”
The first one to step forward was Dokhosammang.
“But what should I ask about the dot?”
“Well, there’s something that Dokho Samrang might know, something from the past, something lost… If you don’t mind, you can just talk about something from the future.”
“Hmm, then.”
Dokhosammang asked.
“Do you happen to know which sect we come from?”
“hmm.”
Jegal Hyunmong nodded, shook the mountain tong gently, and opened the Cheonan tong.
At the same time, I looked up at the sky.
‘In Cheon Gi-ja’s notes, the sky also has its own meaning.’
Looking at the weather report, the dots in the sky were imitations of nebulae.
There, on the land, many people gathered and fortune was full.
It is said that in the past, Empress Wu was well-versed in astronomy and geography. Naturally, astronomy was also closely related to divination.
As Jegal Hyunmong shook the mountain to concentrate his consciousness, the lights on the ceiling began to shine brightly or dimly in their own way.
within.
All the way.
The mountain branches were pulled out one after another, and Jegal Hyunmong finished his interpretation by laying the mountain branches out on the ground.
“You’re hiding your martial arts skills.”
“… … !”
At Jegal Hyunmong’s words, Dokhosammang opened his eyes wide.
“It’s not that you’re hiding the merits of your martial arts… … It seems like you’re hiding your characteristics. Could you please give me your palm for a moment?”
Dokhosammang nodded and held out his palm.
Zhuge Xuanmong wrote on the palm of his hand.
Murder.
When I interpreted the mountain branches and looked up at the sky, the place corresponding to Cheonsalseong (天殺性) was shining.
It meant that he was engaged in an occupation that was protected by the Thousand-Sal Star.
‘how?’
Dokho Samrang was inheriting the martial arts of a place called Eunsallim.
However, the martial arts of Salsu were originally not meant to be revealed, so he kept it hidden until now and no one knew about it… … !
“……you’re right.”
Dokhosammang nodded and stepped back.
“Then who will be next? Will Your Majesty the Emperor be present?”
“Okay.”
Hwang Geum-ju nodded, came up, and asked.
“There’s only one thing I want to ask. Where is the thing I’ve been looking for my whole life?”
“Are you talking about fresh water?”
“… … I see. Did you hear that from Mansu?”
At the end of the Golden Week, Jegal Hyunmong shrugged his shoulders.
Strictly speaking, it was close to what Zhuge Xuanmong had guessed… … Zhuge Xuanmong nodded and then had his fortune told.
‘It’s probably with Mansu.’
You said something meaningful at Gwigokjangwon the other day.
But Jegal Hyunmong frowned.
‘……two.’
“Is that divine seal made of two pieces?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s divided into two. One is for Mansu, and one is here. It must be held by someone close to Confucius.”
“Bullshit! That’s ridiculous. It’s completely wrong.”
Hwang Geum-ju became angry as she said that.
But regardless of such reactions, Jegal Hyunmong looked at Mr. Cheon.
Mr. Chun was smiling brightly while covering his mouth, and looking at that, I could guess what was going on.
‘I see you’re a mess.’
