Episode 60. No-jung training2014.03.29.
‘Sun Gongja, an expert in swordsmanship, teaches martial arts.’
The shocking news quickly spread among the group.
In fact, this master said that he received guidance from Sun Confucius, and according to the words of this master, he was able to overcome the barrier to martial arts that had been blocked and could not be solved.
“Ah, well, ‘I guess the herbivorous flow is like this.’ “He shows it to me while doing it, and it’s really amazing.”
This reporter spat and spoke in an excited voice. It seemed like he didn’t even care that the expressions on the faces of the reporters listening were either skeptical or downright indifferent.
“He also gave me advice on breathing, but I had only skimmed the surface of my decision. Did you feel like your eyes suddenly opened? From now on, I have decided to walk instead of riding a horse. “I heard that walking is actually very good for practicing breathing.”
“Even breathing techniques?”
The teaching on judgment is on a completely different level from the general teaching of swordsmanship.
Giving guidance on breathing techniques and meditation is something that cannot even be dreamed of without being based on a certain level of trust, even if it is advice on something you have already learned.
For example, a relationship like that of a master and a disciple.
“Hey, does that make sense?”
“It makes no sense! “It’s obviously the same swordsmanship I used to do, but Master Son looks so amazing when he does it, you would never know unless you saw it.”
“Labor and management? No, I am the youngest, but what kind of labor and management… … .”
This reporter got angry at someone’s words.
“What does age have to do with receiving instruction? And your reaction from earlier was really strange, huh? Do you dare to criticize Grandmaster Son in front of me right now? “Do you want to be enemies with me?”
“Whoa, whoa. Gee, calm down. “Is that possible?”
The sight of this envoy being seriously angry caused his fellow envoys to quickly calm him down.
Most people thought that this messenger was unusual, but his attitude was so passionate that it was not impossible to wonder what might have happened.
There was only one thought that came to everyone’s mind as they stopped this vote.
‘Then maybe I too… … .’
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There is no way that Jang Pyo-du and Eun Cho-bin would not hear that all the secretaries ask Son Bin for guidance. Eun Cho-bin asked Jang Pyo-du.
“Would it be okay? I’ve never even heard of anything like this. “You can teach martial arts to others without receiving anything in return.”
“well. “This is my first time hearing this too.”
Jang Pyo-du said with a perplexed expression. As far as he knows, the martial arts people are extremely closed-minded about martial arts.
Even if you don’t teach your own swordsmanship, it is unthinkable to give martial arts advice and guidance to a completely unrelated person.
“He said he would help with the plan, but I didn’t think it would be to this extent… … .”
Jang Pyo-du, who was muttering, spoke to Eun Cho-bin.
“Could it be that he has feelings for you?”
“Me?”
Eun Cho-bin was even more surprised by Jang Pyo-du’s words.
“Otherwise, why would he do this… … .”
“Well, that can’t be possible. That person is Sehwa… … .”
He was introduced by Sehwa. If he had feelings, he would rather have them with Sehwa and not with himself.
Eun Chobin quickly changed the topic.
“Well, more than that, please tell the messengers to be careful. They obviously don’t like being called labor or management. It seems like there’s a reason, so I’m telling you to never talk about it carelessly. “Once a person like that gets angry, it’s really serious.”
“all right.”
Jang Pyo-du nodded.
“It seems like the disciples are secretly hoping for some guidance. What should we do?”
“The runners?”
“yes.”
“Leave it alone.”
Nchobin said.
“A thirsty person will dig a well. If they really want to, let them tell Sun Confucius directly. There is no need for us to deliberately ask Confucius Sun. “The decision will be up to Prince Sun.”
It is difficult to think that he would even teach the martial arts of martial artists. And there is no need for them to come forward.
As Eun Cho-bin said, the decision is ultimately up to Son Bin.
“Rather than that, how about asking Jang Pyo-du to teach me as well?”
“Well, I’m fine.”
Eun Chobin smiled slightly.
“no. If there are people among us who need the guidance of Prince Sun, Jang Pyo-du will come first than anyone else. Confucius will not refuse, so just say it. Or should I speak for you?”
“no.”
Jang Pyo-du said with a blunt expression.
“I will do it myself.”
It’s about doing it in the end. Eun Chobin smiled. Then, suddenly, I remembered what Jang Pyo-du had just said.
‘Could it be that he has feelings for you?’
‘No way.’
Eun Chobin smiled bitterly. And she thought.
‘If only I were as pretty as Sehwa… … .’
Compared to Sehwa, who is neat and slender and feminine even to other women, she looks like a good-looking servant girl.
Eun Chobin sighed without realizing it. For some reason, her heart felt empty.
* * *
Sonbin stood alone in an empty lot filled with moonlight.
‘ha.’
It is a quiet, lonely, and therefore comfortable time. It is also a time when you can be free from the gaze of people who call themselves ‘labor and management’ with shining eyes.
‘Nosara.’
Sonbin burst out laughing.
‘Well, I still call him a teacher now… … .’
I started this job because I felt burdened by the title Confucius, but it progressed to Nossa.
Teachers who are expected to bow their heads and show courtesy no matter how much they decline have, at some point, settled into the title of teacher.
I’m not sure if he calls himself the teacher of the seowon or if he calls himself their teacher because he teaches, but in any case, he is much better than Nosa.
‘Still, it got better.’
The atmosphere of Pyonghaeng, which was dominated by anxiety and nervousness, has definitely improved.
Now, rather than paying attention to what Sonbin thinks, he is concentrating on training on his own whenever he has time.
There are almost no complaints about the road becoming rough and forced marching.
If I can successfully complete the project like this, I don’t think there will be a better atmosphere than this.
‘Now that I think about it, I heard that Jaengjasu also wanted to learn martial arts… … .’
Unlike the warriors, the martial arts they learned were very insignificant.
Unlike the masters who have a basic system for martial arts, the masters basically have no judgment at all.
Most of them are just sloppy martial artists who rely on physical strength.
‘hmm. ‘I’ll have to think about this again.’
Still, I didn’t hate it. This is because teaching martial arts to the warriors was a new experience for Son Bin.
‘They said I realized it while teaching, and that’s true.’
It was fun for Son Bin to look at the basic martial arts of the Pyo Sa, discover their original meaning and flow, and point out what was lacking.
There was a joy as if I had discovered a new side of a road I had always known. For those who have not even made a trial decision, it is a new challenge.
“I hope this misfortune ends without incident.”
Sonbin muttered that as he looked at the moon filling the sky.
And the very next moment, Sonbin turned his head. The presence of someone faintly stimulates Sonbin’s senses.
Sarah.
The main character who stimulated Sonbin soon appeared.
The figure of a small, delicate girl, her face hidden behind long flowing soft white cotton threads, stood under the moonlight.
“oh!”
The cotton girl stopped walking in surprise, probably as if she had made eye contact with Sonbin.
Sonbin smiled bitterly. It seems she came to visit Sonbin on purpose, but she doesn’t know why she’s surprised to see her.
‘Besides, even though he’s on guard like that, he doesn’t leave… … .’
The white hand tightly grasping the hem of her dress shows how wary she is of Sonbin. Still, he doesn’t seem to have any intention of going anywhere else.
“What… to me?” … .”
Sonbin spoke as gently and politely as possible. However, the cotton girl is startled once again. Sonbin smiled awkwardly and continued her words.
“Do you have any business to do, miss?”
The girl’s cotton bows slightly. He lowered his head and avoided eye contact.
Sonbin smiled bitterly again. It seemed clear that she was having trouble dealing with her people.
‘There was no word even when I got out of the carriage… … .’
When I think back, the girl has always been alone. Although she is with Nchobin, she has never been seen talking to him.
‘If that’s the case, you still came to see me.’
If so, it’s probably something very important. At least for her.
“it’s okay.”
Sonbin said. Her head bowed and she flinched again.
“I will wait slowly, so you can tell me anytime.”
The girl’s cotton threads rise slightly. She is raising her head and looking at her son-bin.
Sonbin returned her invisible gaze with a light smile. Although she couldn’t see her eyes at all.
After saying that he could speak at any time, Sonbin was left with nothing to do.
As I was just waiting for the girl to speak to me, I wanted to practice what I had originally wanted to do.
‘Um, is it okay?’
There was some hesitation about showing training, but if you think about it, you’ve already seen it before. However, what worries me is the girl’s reaction.
She was a girl who was surprised when I even spoke to her, so I was worried that if she even pulled out her sword, she might become meditative. Of course, you won’t be able to see her face.
Sonbin quietly took a step back. Sure enough, the girl’s shoulders tremble slightly as she looks at Sonbin.
However, Sonbin quietly took a few steps back and then slowly pulled out the egret.
Sreung.
Contrary to Sonbin’s expectations, the girl was not surprised at all. No, rather, he could clearly see that she was looking straight at him.
‘I’m glad.’
Feeling relieved, Son Bin raised his sword. The egret’s straight blade shines blue under the moonlight.
“Whoa.”
Sonbin slowly caught his breath. The warmth of the white heron came along with the Hyeoncheon Daeganggyeol, and a large current embraced Sonbin.
So, by the time the white heron’s blade began to cut through the air like a flowing wave, the girl’s existence was no longer in Son Bin’s mind.
Ugh.
In the shadow of the sword flowing low like moonlight, the girl could not take her eyes off the trajectory of Son Bin’s sword for even a moment.
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Sreung, Tak.
The white heron’s blade hid its appearance, and Sonbin quietly savored the lingering scent of training.
“It is truly a swordsmanship worthy of being surpassed by all in the world.”
A low, rough voice suddenly sounded. Sonbin raised her head.
“Can I ask Geomgyeol’s name?”
The girl’s voice came out very naturally, except that it was rough, uncharacteristic for a girl of her age.
So much so that I forgot that before that, she used to be surprised by even the slightest movement.
“Do you mean your name?”
Sobin thought for a moment. But the answer was fixed.
“It’s called Hyeoncheon Daeganggeomgyeol.”
“Hyeoncheon Daegang Prosecutor’s Office… … .”
The girl repeated quietly.
“Hyeoncheon (玄天) means Jinmu (true martial arts) and Taegeuk (太極)… … “It’s a name that’s truly maddening and yet suits it well.”
‘Oh, it’s not like that.’
It’s just that the origin was Sajahyeok’s Hyeoncheon result and Hyeoncheon Dobeop.
“Can I take a look at that sword for a moment?”
Sonbin hesitated for a moment at the girl’s words. The girl seemed familiar with that kind of reaction and continued her words immediately.
“I know. A warrior’s sword is not passed on to others carelessly. “You can just show me a little bit of the sword body.”
That wasn’t the reason, but anyway, Son Bin raised his white sword and half-drawn his sword.
Sreung.
Sabak, Sabak.
The girl walked towards Sonbin. She then bent down and brought her face close to the heron’s blade.
So close that Sonbin took a step back in surprise.
months.
As soon as the lower part of the fluttering white cotton yarn touched the white heron’s blade, it split.
But the girl was staring at the white heron’s blade as if she couldn’t see anything like that.
yes.
I could feel the egret trembling slightly.
“It’s a great sword. And he hates me.”
The girl said that in a low, rough voice and straightened her slender body.
“But I don’t understand any more. It’s such a good sword, but why…? … .”
She looked up at Sonbin. She, who is only about shoulder-length from her grandson, raises her head and looks at her grandson.
“Did you intentionally suppress your bet just now? No, that won’t be possible. If that were the case, such an unstoppable sword would not have been possible. But then it’s even weirder, right? I clearly heard the sword, but why didn’t it manifest? “Can I take your pulse?”
Sonbin was distracted by her sudden outpouring of words.
“Oh, wait a minute, miss.”
Sonbin raised his hand and spoke as if to calm her down.
“Well, can I first tell you what business you came to see me for?”
“oh.”
The girl was startled, as if she had suddenly come to her senses, and immediately took a few steps back.
Crispy.
Still, it didn’t go as far as before. Now the distance has reached that of a normal conversation.
“S-sorry… … .”
A thin voice that seems like it might break at any moment.
“No, it’s okay. are you okay.”
Thinking that she might cry like this, Sonbin desperately held out his hand.
I even feel guilty for creating an awkward situation just to calm him down when I should have just left it alone.
She lowered her head. White cotton thread flows downward. Her collar was slightly visible through the gaps in the cotton yarn that had been torn apart by the egret.
‘huh?’
At that moment, Sonbin felt a sense of discomfort again. The strange sensation she felt when she first saw the cotton girl came back to her.
“Well, maybe… … .”
Sonbin asked out of curiosity.
“Is there anything strange about your body? For example, even if it is a painful or uncomfortable place… … .”
I don’t know why I asked that.
However, the feeling of discomfort I felt the moment I saw the girl was a sense of something out of place, like seeing a person with a subtle limp.
And in an instant, the girl’s mood felt cold.
“As expected, I can’t hide it from you.”
A cold, harsh voice. the girl said.
“that’s right. I’m not an ordinary person. No, I would rather… … “You could call it a monster.”
The girl’s voice was cold and dull.
It was a sound that would have made an average person frown and cover their ears, but Sonbin actually felt desperate sadness in that voice.
“I am the hidden blade of the party gate. “I’m Dangwol-ah, a poisonous sword.”
The girl spoke under the cold moonlight.
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martial arts,
