Episode 45. Cause and effect, emptiness and emptiness (10)
about 100 days.
Sleeping for a long time and waking up, another 3 months.
the world… … It must have changed again so much that I didn’t even know.
Well, the relationship will continue. Even if its form changes and distorts.
I came out of a ban where there is no one anymore.
The sky with a dark background.
It’s night.
As soon as I encountered the sky, it happened without me even realizing it.
The head was tilted back.
Brightly shining stars were dotted here and there. In a way, it seems that countless stars flow like a river.
After watching for a while, this time I counted the stars very naturally.
One star, two stars, three stars… … One hundred stars… … .
“Is it too much?”
can’t count
I met countless times, died countless times, and killed countless times.
Some faces I remember, some I don’t.
A face of joy, a face of pain, a face of crying, a face that poured curses at me, a face that couldn’t bear to look at me and left… … .
Each one of the stars, dotted with various emotions, was transformed into the face of the ties and poured into the eyes, head, and heart.
Destiny.
countless connections.
As the night sky was high, the weight of the infinite ties approached.
“We open the warehouse.”
Woo woo woo woo-.
The place became dark as if it were overlapping the night sky, and soon a pure white [warehouse] opened.
Treasures belonging to Hyo-sa-bu and various recipes,
After his death, the books I wrote filled my sight for about three months.
She saved the time to eat and even to sleep, desperately leaving behind short-youth… … The records of my relationship remained in the middle of the day. Some of them belonged to Hyosabu.
Inside the messy, disorganized [warehouse], it clearly showed how hectic I was.
Handwriting piled up like a tower, and fine brush strokes spread all over the ground.
No restrictions were placed on the record. Anyone with a relationship wrote it.
Those with talent, those without talent, those with potential, those with seemingly no potential… … . Didn’t care. if you remember
There are also records of things to change, things not to change, things to gain, people to meet, people not to meet, people to meet each other, and people not to meet each other.
It’s kind of like a future diary.
Some things will go on like this and some things won’t, but if the future is too grand, let’s call it a preliminary diary.
He picked up a book as he could get his hands on it and opened it.
“There is no such thing as bad handwriting.”
Well, it won’t be difficult to find out, right?
There was no significant difference between the floors.
Written in damn bad strokes, spread all over without a single step, diaries and chronicles nonetheless.
I just unluckily turned over the first book I heard.
<Alabongdae>
Pick, that’s right.
I was going to look at Shinttong first, but I was the first to catch him. Since it was my first time, there were a lot of things to do… … .
“Shall we go then?”
difficult. This short word, let’s go, comes like poison.
but i know
Stopping pain is more painful than growing pains.
With my ability, there will be a lot of problems that I can’t understand and can’t understand in the steps ahead… … .
let’s go.
Let’s go out.
let’s go
● ● ●
One step, one relationship.
As we progressed and met, the [warehouse] became empty.
Shintong, Daemong, Gifu, and Soso.
Even after getting beaten up by a broodling chick in the middle of a fight, I handed out one copy,
Lee Si-hong, Cho Ryeo-hye, … … etc.
I passed and shared countless relationships,
Finally, he met the Jegal Lord and escaped the Murim League.
Because there were much more ties outside.
I went out to ban when it was dark… … .
After several repetitions of lightening and darkening, it is the middle of the night when it is dark again at the end.
After turning my head to make a loud noise and relaxing for a while, I went out to the front door of the Murimmaeng. Daemong and Geumbongnam are newly constructing a large front gate measuring more than 10 square meters and several feet thick.
Was the name doorway?
―The door just slides in and out. Why are the other meanings so important?
Geumbongnam is like an inspiration.
Yes, the previous grand opening was too grandiose. It was just that there was no door.
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went out the doorway.
sabaksabak, jeobeok jeobeok, charaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-.
I wonder if it’s around 5-7 o’clock?
Her quickened gait was swallowed up by the sound of water.
Yangtze River.
It was as quiet as a rat, but the river that illuminated the red rising sun briefly blocked my path.
It has been two years at most, and a few months at the shortest, since the old family and the five generations broke away from the Moorim Alliance.
The number of ships that filled the Yangtze River port seemed to have decreased by almost one-tenth. maybe less than that.
It is quiet as if it has returned to before the Moorim League took up residence on the outskirts of Jeongju.
I walked slowly to the far-off port.
If it was like before, you wouldn’t have to take a boat, but now you have to take a boat to get to the other side.
“hmm!? Dan Gongja?”
An old man with stylish wrinkles.
I still think that way when I see him greet me on the spot with an unchanging smile.
I had a good time walking.
He smiled and climbed into his boat.
Shoot ah- shoot ah-.
“The bluer the river, the whiter the waterfowl, and the bluer the mountain, the more red the flowers seem to burn.”
Certainly.
Even in the Yellow River, the river in the distance is blue, the egret floating on it is even whiter, and the mountains in the distance are also green, so the flowers covering the mountain seem to be in full bloom.
As we cross the river while chatting, he holds out a slip.
“I thought it was ruined when the luck of the Murim Meng sank… … Rather, blessings are overflowing with us. The blessings that Confucius bestowed upon him were so overflowing that they grew so much.
The boatman’s explanation followed.
After the Murimmaeng members escaped, the boatmen followed the water and went another way. However, it is a somewhat absurd story that commerce has been revived everywhere and there are many sailors who have made a lot of money.
But a thousand nyang slip.
The amount proved it. that all of these things are true.
It wasn’t money that a mediocre boatman could earn.
Relationships with the world are unpredictable.
The <Inyeonrok> I wrote will affect the world with a lot of distorted and shrunken as expected.
Well, I will do and walk anyway. the path of that relationship.
“… … .”
After staring at Nosa Gong for a while, he accepted the slip without saying a word.
So, after saving one of the results of the Inbok in the [warehouse], I took out a book and handed it to Noh Sa-gong. After telling him that he couldn’t read, ask a boatman who could read it for him, and then he moved on.
“Dan Gongja!”
I paused.
“Come back anytime.”
I turned my head and took possession of him and went to Jeongju.
As close as it was to the Murim Meng, there were especially ties scattered there.
● ● ●
A blank space between the Murimmaeng and Jeongjuseong.
The blank site was not a ruin, but it was close to a ruin.
Shabby, shabby houses. It is built by attaching wooden planks together, and they are densely packed.
At the time of [Heo Gong-rok], it was a place where children who had no place to go because their family and friends were annihilated by the demons were begging from glass.
While the Heavenly Demon had even blown the declaration of the collapse of the Middle Kingdom, there was no way the children could not be properly educated, and the Moorim Alliance was barely hiding here right before collapse.
Should I say it’s a recollection of the great battle between the Heavenly Demon and his legion or a plan… … .
In any case, the memory overlaps on the glance of the gaze.
On top of that memory, my steps pass slowly.
At sunrise, the sun was rising here too, and the world was still peaceful. To the children of that time, the red sea looked bloody, so it was often quiet during this time… … .
Right now, all I can see are kids screaming and playing innocently.
“Hey, did I pick up something to kill today?”
“What is it!”
“Baekjae ‘Yongchorang’ obtained!”
A girl and a boy, who appear to be about ten years old, are flirting, and the boy suddenly pulls out a firepan and holds it high.
“Yongchorang, Chojingijang whirlwind! kill?”
“Hey, with Yongcho? damn!”
“what! Let’s open up!”
“I’m, uh, weird, I’ve collected all the pieces! Drink up! uh?”
In the revised edition of <Shinmurimseoyeolrok>, only the included pieces were published separately.
In a form that can be played with a flower.
Thanks to that, I heard at first glance that the kids are enjoying playing ‘Hero’s Story’, but seeing it in person is both new and thrilling.
It seems that the yongcho and the young hwapyeon are a few steps worse than the bizarre sea.
beat, beat, beat.
After passing there, I headed back to Jeongju.
No, I was going to.
stop.
Stopped.
There was no other reason.
‘It piled up every year. From my previous life and from [Heo Gong-rok].’
Talented people who, despite their talents, rot their talents in mutual songs or corners of the world. Those who were assigned to reciprocal songs for the sole reason that they were from small academic institutions or small and medium-sized schools, and could not even listen to proper lectures.
Or those who came from the bottom and could only use their abilities for evil. Geniuses who die as unprocessed gemstones despite having great talent.
It was numerous.
‘I’d like to say that I almost did.’
I approached the girl who said she had just collected all the fire pieces.
He looked up at the child’s head and said.
“what is your name?”
Then the child tried to walk past me.
“Where?”
“If I meet a bad person, I will avoid it.”
“who?”
“I am coming.”
“… … But am I a bad person?”
“no?”
and the child grabbing my hand.
“Are your hands too cold?”
“Your hands and feet are cold, but your heart is warm.”
“Hey, me too.”
Just by looking at it, a precocious and regressive girl.
Even if I didn’t have the experience of [Heo Gong-rok], I could tell that it was special.
“It’s Zhu Ziyu, right?”
“yes? How does Uncle know?”
“… … It was just a bit too much.”
“Your hair is white?”
“That’s because my brother suffered a lot.”
“Inspiration!”
Ju Ji-yoo emphasized with clenched fists.
“Inspirational tank!”
A face too cute to be among these old houses. A beautiful woman who would turn the country upside down just by growing up like that.
well, good good
I didn’t write a <relationship record> about him, but this must be fate.
Perhaps, with this brief encounter, the child who will become the palace of Gueumgung in [Heo Gongrok] instead of Soso in his previous life, isn’t that also good if that doesn’t happen?
“Do you want to play with your uncle for a while?”
“yes… … . No.”
“why?”
“I heard you shouldn’t play with people you don’t know.”
“who?”
“I!”
What a solid kid.
I saw a piece of firewood sticking up in the child’s hand and pointed my face towards it.
“Then what if?”
“yes?”
“Singularity. This is me.”
“right… … yes!?”
● ● ●
after an hour.
“Shall I gather them together?”
Knowing that I am Yuseong Dan, watching Zhu Ju-yu, who listened to this and that, disappear over there, I naturally feel that way.
As expected, <Shin Moorim Seoyeolrok> is quite usable.
I also want to see the collection of flower pieces.
hairy.
The runner who fell then.
He asked me to run to him and raise him up, but he quickly got up and looked at me, showing off a pre-bright smile.
“Life is just like that. Did you fall? It wakes up on its own.”
“Hehehehehahahahahahahahaha!”
yes yes, that’s right That’s right.
If you fall, you know how to get up.
After all, new relationships are always fun… … .
“I was bored today.”
“… … At that time, I would say it was fun.”
“Hey?~. It was boring.”
“… … .”
well, that’s it
I wish the country had fun too.
I suddenly opened the [warehouse] while watching Zhu Ju-jae leave.
<Shindongnaegongsimbeop>, Honwon Byukryeokdan, new waryong uniform, guns and juju, bottles of jug, filial piety’s mementos, 1,000 nyang slips, items received from various ties in the previous life, and <relationship records>.
One more thing has been added to it.
One piece of flower.
It was my ‘heroic piece’ that Zhu Ju-yu gave me.
When I asked why he was giving it to me, he said it was worth playing with.
The price for playing with me is me.
For some reason, the clown ascends to heaven.
I went back with a strangely refreshed step. no, he ran
By the time I arrived at Jeongju, it was difficult to breathe.
My stamina has definitely hit rock bottom. To think that running like this makes it so hard to breathe. it went on though
continue, and continue.
● ● ●
Let’s not be arrogant. Let’s just be fierce.
If that doesn’t work… … it just won’t work
Let’s die as a human in this world.
Let’s share the burden that can be shared. let’s cooperate I am just a helper.
The boundary line was clearly drawn in my brain.
I’m never a fixer He is not the guardian of the midfield, nor the heavenly representative, nor the spokesman.
Just a little, a little bit lonely, difficult and unlucky human being.
yes yes
The heart that I had to do it, the arrogant and futile thoughts were erased cleanly as I met old ties and made new ties.
As a result, I was filled with a strange sense of exaltation. explanation was impossible. That impossibility became the driving force behind my two feet.
Years like running water.
When time passes slowly, it goes too wide, long and deep.
Day after day of relationships piled up… … .
Time passed like a stream and passed again.
