Episode 132 It’s been a while since I ate dirt.
Geomma eventually relaxed his lotus position and stood up, standing by the window and looking outside. The disciple and Hao Wen-ju were seen facing each other just barely within reach of the light of the kiru.
‘You’re young. ‘You’re young.’
Two shadows were elongated due to the fire and moonlight.
I already knew that my student had a fight with his father and brother, but I did not interfere because it was a family matter. However, while Hao Wen-ju was talking, he got into an argument with his disciple.
The disciple is also very talented in martial arts.
Since Hao Wen-ju was also an excellent expert, I was curious to see the fight between the two.
And it seemed like if he wasn’t here to watch, the two would fight to the fullest.
The man who destroyed Saryugok’s headquarters with an unfinished season is Hao Munju.
Moreover, since the disciple’s ice attack originally did not distinguish between friend and enemy, there was a possibility that this quiet neighborhood called Ilyanghyeon could turn into chaos.
Soon the two face each other… … .
A dull hitting sound began to erupt under the moonlight.
In an instant, windows opened here and there, people stuck their heads out, and passers-by joined in as onlookers, increasing the number of shadows around.
The two fought quite well despite not having any internal strength.
Occasionally, my student would get kicked and fly away, then kick the ground and run towards me.
Sometimes, two people were hit by simultaneous punches and were pushed away at the same time. Looking at it from afar, I realized that the sound was very diverse whenever bodies collided.
puck! Sigh! Wow! grasp!
The two continued to fight, stamping their feet on the ground, their breathing becoming louder, and their swearing becoming more and more difficult to understand.
“Hey!”
“Gatsat!”
“Holy shit!”
Perhaps because of the tense situation, most of the cursing ended up being cut in half.
For a moment, the Sword Demon was taken aback and said, “Huh… … .” she made a sound
While Hao Wen-ju was struggling with his disciple, he was even pulling and tearing his hair.
“iced coffee… … Won’t you let go?”
In the meantime, Geumnasubeop was twisting each other’s wrists, tripping on each other’s legs, falling and getting up again and again. It was a strange fight that was of a high level but unfolded quickly like a low-level fight.
‘What the hell is this…? … .’
This is the first time I have seen experienced swordsman swordsmen pulling their hair out.
The disciple cursed and grabbed Hao Wen-ju’s legs.
Hao Wen-ju grabbed his disciple by the waist with both hands, lifted him up, and beat him to the ground.
bang!
Hao Wen-ju then kicked his foot in the face, and the disciple hurriedly escaped by rolling on the ground.
The Sword Demon looked at him with his mouth open.
‘Ah, Naryeotagon (懶驢打滾)… … .’
Naryeotagon means a lazy dangnawi rolling on the floor.
In fact, the disciple barely managed to avoid it by smearing dust all over his body. The movement that gentle powerhouses are most ashamed of is the naryutagon. The one who rolled on the ground was his student, but the Sword Demon himself was turning red. Of course, when your life is in danger, you can always use it.
That said, I never thought they would fight so blatantly and dirty.
As Hao Wen-ju said before… … .
It was a dog fight that could be considered a feast of feces and urine. In an instant, the shadows became faster.
The disciple kicked in the air and as soon as he landed on the ground, he sprinkled the dirt he was holding in his hand into Hao Wen-ju’s eyes.
“no… … !”
It appears that dirt was swept up when unfolding the Naryeotagon.
As soon as he confirmed his disciple’s evil intentions, the Sword Demon was so absurd that he couldn’t help but gasp.
Hao Wen-ju fiercely waved both his hands, which were not producing a long wind, in the air, and as soon as he crossed his arms, he was hit by a kick from his disciple and was sent flying backwards.
‘I can’t believe it happened again.’
The Sword Demon thought he shouldn’t laugh here and quietly raised his hand to cover his mouth.
“… … .”
Hao Wenzhou shouted in anger.
“Is this dog sprinkle with soil?”
The disciple offered Hao Wen-ju medicine.
“How does the dirt taste? You’ve been eating it a lot since you were young, right? It’s been a while, right? “What does home taste like?”
In the meantime, the disciple even carried out a psychological attack. It seemed clear that he had said this after knowing that he was born into a fairly wealthy family and that Hao Wen-ju had been a fortune teller.
It was childishness beyond ugliness.
Let’s face each other again… … .
Strangely enough, these words came out among the onlookers.
“Jaha, don’t look at me, just destroy me. “Why are you fighting like that?”
Hao Wen-ju responded while shooing away his disciple.
“Shut up!”
Onlookers joined in.
“Uncle Pyeong, please shut up. “If you’ve had a drink, go home.”
“I’m going to watch the fight. “Just shut up.”
The Sword Demon watched the fight with his arms crossed. Once again, this was Hao Wen-ju’s hometown.
At that moment, Hao Wenzhu jumped in place a few times and then took a stance with both hands outstretched. He had a strange posture that was neither gold nor martial arts nor martial arts or martial arts.
“hmm… … .”
The disciple ran towards me while swearing.
“What a shitty attitude that is!”
“come in.”
As the fists and feet exchanged, the disciple was hit in the face with a snapping sound. Even as Hao Wen-ju was trying to block his disciple’s fist with his body, he slapped his student’s cheek again.
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slap!
The sound was very tight.
I could feel the disciple getting excited just by looking at the shadow.
‘I was stopped in psychological warfare because of a slap…’ … .’
The Sword Demon found it strange that he was still analyzing the fight soberly.
Looking at the developments so far, it makes me wonder if even getting hit by the dirt was part of Hao Wen-ju’s psychological warfare.
I thought it was a fight between high-level assholes.
The excited disciple ran up to him and the two fiercely competed with each other using Jinna techniques, fists, and angles. At one point, Hao Wen-ju, who grabbed the disciple by the collar, quickly bent down and knelt down, and then subtly beat the disciple to the ground.
bang!
This time the blow was quite strong. From the disciple’s mouth, “Bung.” A voice came out.
The Sword Demon narrowed his eyebrows.
‘It’s not a shabby technique.’
It was an effective technique to break the balance of the body with a small amount of force and throw it on the floor. Hao Wen-ju, who caught the disciple’s kick with his hand while lying down, lifted the disciple’s foot again and struck him one way and another.
puck! puck!
Just by looking at the shadow, Hao Wenju was a man without mercy.
The merciless man again picked up the student with one hand and this time struck him down with his knee near the student’s waist.
puck!
The onlookers were shocked and let out a collective exclamation.
“Wow… … .”
“Isn’t it broken somewhere?”
In the meantime, the sounds of slaps on the cheeks erupted one after another.
slap! slap! slap! slap!
In an instant, the fight suddenly became in Hao Wen-ju’s favor. Every time the disciple moved, his arms, sleeves or legs were always caught by Hao Wen-ju. At one point, Hao Wen-ju, who grabbed the disciple’s collar with his left hand and pulled it, asked the disciple.
“surrender?”
“no?”
At that moment, Hao Wen-ju lifted his disciple up with both hands and slammed him to the ground with all his might.
Pow!
“… … .”
The blow must have been so severe that the disciple wriggled like an earthworm on the floor.
Geomma also let out an exclamation.
Strangely enough, the two competed without using even a single ounce of their inner strength. Because I watched from the beginning, I knew that the two people’s external skills were at a similar level, but the disciple was unable to respond at all to Hao Wenju’s method of changing his posture from the middle.
It looked like a martial arts technique developed by expanding the Geumnasu method.
‘You learned some strange martial arts that were neither martial arts nor martial arts.’
Hao Wenzhou spoke in a calm tone to the onlookers.
“Now that it’s over, everyone just go away. “Can’t it go out quickly?”
The onlookers muttered and dispersed.
The Sword Demon looked at Hao Wen-ju, who had chased away the lying disciple and bystanders. I couldn’t help but keep looking, wondering what the two people were going to talk about after the fight was over.
As the onlookers dispersed, Hao Wen-ju continued to spit on the ground. He was wiping his mouth as he sniffled, as if he had actually eaten dirt.
The disciple lying down looked like his snout was still alive.
“If it was poison, you’re out.”
Hao Wenzhou responded.
“If he had used poison, I would have killed him before that.”
“… … You’re criticizing me. “Consider yourself lucky that you didn’t use your inner strength.”
“Do the damn thing.”
The disciple raised his upper body and brushed the dust off his arms.
Hao Wen-ju also brushed off the dust on his body and walked towards Plum Blossom Tower without saying a word.
“… … .”
The Sword Demon, who was expecting some sort of conversation, looked at Hao Wenju with his arms crossed.
‘hmm… … .’
Hao Wen-ju, with a blunt expression, disappeared from sight and entered Maehwaru.
When fighting, he was so promiscuous, childish, and made a fuss, even swearing, but when the fight ended, he didn’t say anything.
In the empty lot, the disciple sat with one knee up and sighed.
“… … .”
After a while, the disciple also got up, shook his butt, and came into Maehwaru.
The Sword Demon crossed his arms and stared at the vacant lot.
Strangely enough, that one idiotic fight stayed in my mind.
What was clear was that what took place in the vacant lot was not a battle of magic.
It was just a fight between men.
“That’s right… … “It’s a strange fight.”
***
As soon as I returned to the plum room, I rinsed my mouth with alcohol and then spat it into an empty bowl.
“You bastard, it’s been a while since I made you eat dirt.”
I washed my stuffy mouth with alcohol.
I felt like the alcohol was seeping into my body because I was warming up.
“Kkeok.”
The bastard fought surprisingly well, so when he had no choice but to face King Gwon, he made good use of the techniques he had roughly learned by eye.
It definitely worked well.
Is King Kwon called King Kwon for nothing?
If I had used my strength, the bastard’s back would have been broken today.
At this time, the door burst open and the devil came in and sat down across from me.
Maehyang stuck her head out in front of the door and asked.
“Lord Moon, would you like me to bring you some more alcohol?”
I nodded.
“Uh, okay. “It’s okay to not snack.”
“yes.”
After a while, I poured the Dugangju that Maehyang had brought into Saekma’s glass. Next, the demon grabbed Du Gangju and poured it into my glass.
As soon as we had a drink, we looked at the door again.
The Sword Demon appeared after opening the door and said as he walked.
“… … “My disciple, I had a good time riding out.”
The demon replied while correcting his posture.
“Yes, Master.”
“He rolled around like a donkey.”
“yes.”
The Sword Demon spoke to me as he sat down at the head table.
“Munju, I saw you tearing out your disciple’s head. “That was impressive.”
I responded by nodding my head.
“I’m glad I broadened my horizons.”
“… … .”
When the Sword Demon sat down, the Color Demon held out a two-gangju.
“Master, please take a drink.”
“okay. “Let’s drink some today.”
The color demon said as he poured alcohol into the sword demon’s cup.
“You lost because you didn’t use your inner strength, so don’t take it too seriously.”
“Know.”
The sword demon holding a drink looked at me.
“But what does pulling one’s head out have to do with hearing questions?”
I answered in a serious tone while pouring a drink.
“Why do Buddhist monks shave their heads? It’s all so that you don’t get into trouble like this. This shitty bastard is always concerned about his appearance, and he got scolded by me today, so he’ll come in handy later. “This is all experience.”
The Sword Demon nodded.
“Munju always had a deep meaning, yes.”
The Sword Demon looked at his disciple this time.
“He was quite good at throwing dirt as if he knew it by heart. It was like watching a third-rate black sword. “It was an obscene attack that had never been seen even in the Demonic Cult.”
The color demon responded.
“You saw it correctly. If it had been a massive poison sting, would this guy be drinking in front of me like he is now? The game actually ended then. “You can think of it as a tight fight of one win, one loss, not a one-shot match.”
The Sword Demon nodded and held out a drink.
“The saying that only the snout lived is used in times like these. Let’s drink.”
The three of us took a swig of Tougangju and then put down our glasses.
“… … .”
I suddenly looked at the Sword Demon’s expression.
The expression on his face was strange.
That’s the look on your face when you’re about to stop laughing.
“Sir, why are you looking like that? If you want to laugh, laugh. “I’m going to burn my facial muscles.”
The Sword Demon replied.
“Where did such ugly people meet? … “It’s fascinating.”
“uh… … ?”
Suddenly, the nympho, who was about to say something, tilted his head back and touched his nose. There was a bit of nosebleed. Probably because he got slapped by me. Suddenly, the demon hurriedly ripped off the sleeve, stuffed it into his nose, and lowered his head.
The demon, who had one of his noses covered, suddenly looked at his master.
“… … .”
I followed his gaze and looked at the Sword Demon.
The nostrils of this blunt, devil-like man kept fluttering.
The demon spoke to the master with a confused expression.
“Master, just smile.”
Then the Sword Demon laughed quite loudly.
As soon as I heard the Sword Demon’s laughter, I applauded with a dull expression.
“Senior, congratulations.”
The Sword Demon looked at me with a puzzled expression.
“what?”
“Isn’t this the first time you’ve smiled since you were born? The first time is difficult, but the second time will be easier. Because the man doesn’t even know how to laugh. Tsk… … .”
When the Sword Demon was embarrassed, the Color Demon suppressed his laughter this time.
I looked at the two people with a deliberately solemn expression. Since the Sword Demon could have pulled out the Demon Sword, he spoke to the two people in as serious a tone as possible.
“… … “Let’s have a drink.”
The key is to never laugh in times like these.
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