Chapter 123
A middle-aged man lying down with bandages wrapped around his body, his eyebrows furrowed as if he didn’t like something, and his body squirming non-stop for a moment.
ok.”
As soon as I let out a pained sound, cotton gourds flew.
“Don’t move too much.”
“Not that… …
“Uncle Chul, didn’t you hear what the councilor said?”
It’s a start again. Hangsanho Cheolmubaek only looked at the ceiling from a distance. Lee So-wol then covered his chest with a thick cotton blanket and continued.
“You should get well soon. I know moths are sore, but please lie down.
Get some more sleep.”
“I’ve already slept enough.”
“You only slept for one hour.”
“It’s just that. One test is enough.”
“If you do that, it will only hurt your body more.”
“I’ve lived like that for over thirty years, and I can’t help it.”
“Because I’ve never been so seriously hurt before.”
“…moan.”
Cheol Mu-baek shut his mouth at So-Wol Lee’s direct shot.
She’s right. She had never been seriously injured like she is now since she learned Sura Extinguishment. Her broken limbs and serious internal injuries. She was seriously injured, she said, according to the councilor she would need to convalesce for at least four months.
“It wasn’t like this when I met your father.”
Lee So-wol reacted to Cheolmu-baek’s complaint.
“Father?”
“Yes, one thousand hundred is that friend.”
“What happened between you two?”
“Didn’t you ever talk?”
“I knew that the two of you just became friends because you had the same mind.”
“It did. But at first I risked my life and fought.”
“Are you fighting?”
Iron Mubaek laughed.
“What would two unmanned people do when they met? Both of them were young, so they had a strong sense of humor, so it was obvious.”
Iron Mubaek looked out the window. Somewhere on a ridge high above the 30-year line, the two met for the first time and fought.
“They said they searched the mountains for three months to find me. He looked like a beggar, but his spirit was unusual.”
Coriander is the law to recognize the cilantro.
Cheolmu-baek, who learned martial arts by himself, stuck in a deep valley where no one was looking for, and Lee Cheon-baek, who completed his own martial arts through countless battles.
It was the first meeting of the two peak masters.
“They told me to become a subordinate.
He said that he would build a munpa under the mountain range, so let’s lay the foundation together.”
“It’s like a father. So?”
“What more could I have said? We fought. And very bloody.”
Lee So-wol smiled.
“okay.”
“Aren’t you curious what happened?”
“Do you need to listen? It is a fact that can be known just by looking at Uncle Cheol staying at Jaeya until now. Isn’t it the embarrassing story of men who admired each other’s martial arts and became friends?”
“Hahaha! right! The match was won in just five hundred sums… … Ugh.”
Cheolmubaek, who had been laughing loudly, flinched at the sudden pain, and Lee So-wol let out a sigh.
“I think you’re getting worse because of me… You’d be better off without me.”
“This guy. Don’t you feel sorry for your uncle who is growing old alone?”
“If you have any ideas, feel free to tell me. I’ll even stand as a matchmaker.”
“done. What in the old yard?”
I said it myself, but it makes my taste bitter. Cheolmubaek groaned in his heart.
‘Yeah, I’ve become this old before I know it.’
Even Cheolmubaek himself does not know exactly how many more years have passed since the day he lost his family.
Thanks to his deep history and extremely trained body, he only looks younger than his original age, but his mind has been aging for a long time.
‘My one and only friend has left, and the martial arts I’ve honed my whole life have broken badly, heh heh.’
Only now could I admit it.
The fact that the tiger of Hangshan is already old. However, Cheolmubaek still has things to protect.
Sowol.”
Lee So-wol answered in a warm voice.
“Please speak. Uncle.”
“I want you to be happy.”
“i know.”
“It is still not too late. marry the person you love With the help of Taewon Jinga, you will be able to create a safe and happy family anywhere in Shanxi.”
“What I want is an anti-acid check, not a home.”
A look of sadness flashed in Cheolmubaek’s eyes. It is this Sowol that I have seen since I was a baby. Rebuilding and reviving her fallen clan was too much of a burden for her to bear, as she was not even under her terms.
“You may regret your current choice.”
“But whatever choice I make, my uncle will trust me.”
“Otherwise, I would not have handed over the cost of the Sura Destruction to you.”
Lee So-wol grabbed Cheolmu-baek’s wrinkled hand.
She is also the daughter of a samurai family. Knowing what a big decision this old drone in front of her had made.
“Thank you, uncle.”
Cheolmubaek waved his hand at her voice, which had become moist before I knew it.
“I am old. It was difficult to bring in disciples now, but now a good opportunity has come.”
Surah Myokwon follows the principles of one-person succession and non-person failure. The intention is to find a successor who has an upright behavior and a good mind and continues the martial arts.
However, the old successor, Cheol Mu-baek, violated that principle and handed over the secret salary to Lee So-wol. Although he was not directly taught, he broke with the tradition passed down from generation to generation as a monk.
However, Cheolmubaek also had his own thoughts.
‘If it’s Jincheon Sword and Sanseo Jamryong, they’ll be able to protect Sowol.’
If Lee So-wol decided to get married, those two would be the best.
Not to mention his talent for martial arts, he also has a swordsmanship capable of risking his life to fight against injustice.
‘I’ll have to wait and see what the actual nature is like… … ‘
If it goes well, the purpose of the arranged marriage, the one-person transmission, and the tradition of the non-person match. It is a path that satisfies both.
“So that’s what I mean.”
Cheolmubaek spoke in a calm voice.
“Which of the two did you choose?”
Lee So-wol tilted her head pretending not to know.
“Oh my, what is it?”
“Don’t be shy and tell me.
Is it Jincheon Sword? Or the Shanxi Dragon?”
“well.”
“He is him, but… … Wouldn’t Jincheon sword be better?”
“I guess you don’t like Shanxi Jamrong?”
“Well, I wonder if there are even things I don’t like… … Iron Mubaek frowned. Even he, who spends most of the year living deep in the mountains, has heard rumors about Taewon Jinga’s bitch and Nee.
“No matter how good you are, a habit at the age of 3 will go on until you are 80. I’m afraid I’ll drive a nail through your chest later.”
“What about Jincheon Sword?”
The distorted complexion of the iron armor straightened.
“He said that there is no younger brother like an older brother. I talked for a while yesterday, and the person was really nice. Mujae is very good.”
“I hear that you are someone who only knows martial arts.”
“Ttaek! Much better than bitching. His words and actions are very dignified and have a sense of weight. As a man, you should be like that, cancer. No way.”
It was an iron military bag with a hearty smile.
Jin Moo-gyeong, with her eyes half turned inside out, grabbed me by the collar and brushed me off.
“Get married right away!”
“Kuk, kuk!”
Sare stopped by because the tea was already getting into his nose, but he was shaking his collar non-stop, so he was completely out of his mind.
“Let it go or not?”
“Sura Extinction! Blood test method! The blood pressure method!”
“Okay, let it go!”
“You stupid bastard! Do you think what kind of martial arts is the Sura Deokgwon!”
“Let’s talk about it!”
“One man victory! Non-man incompetence!”
“Stop it, you madman!”
Moments later, when he managed to take Jin Moo-gyeong’s hand off, the inside of the hall was a mess as if a storm had passed.
“Huh, huh.”
I caught my breath and looked around.
Tables collapsed, chairs were smashed, and pieces of shattered teaware rolled around on the floor.
Then, with a calm face, Jin Moo-gyeong, who adjusted her clothes, opened her mouth.
“Well, calmed down.”
This was more insane than I thought.
I rubbed my face with the slightly damp sleeve.
“What is the best martial art in the world? Why are you so obsessed?”
“It is one of the ten best martial arts in the world. No, it was.”
“was it?”
“Because it was two hundred years ago. It is a martial art that remains only as a record in the library of Cheonmuhak-gwan, which has thousands of books. By the way, Hangsan Lake Daehyeop was the contemporary successor of the Sura Extinction!”
Just imagining it makes Jin Moo-gyeong’s cheeks red.
I asked as I brushed the tea water from my nose.
“so?”
“What? So!”
Jin Moo-gyeong looked at me with disbelief eyes.
“That’s the realm of extinction!
The pinnacle of martial arts known to have ceased a long time ago!”
“Two hundred years ago, the law of the ten thousand and twenty generations?”
“That’s it!”
“Oh, wait a minute.”
I picked up a thick wooden stick rolling on the floor. These are what were called table legs until just five minutes ago.
“Do you know what this is?”
“A stick?”
“Not well
“What do you mean?”
“This was the greatest weapon in the world about 2,000 years ago. Could it be something like that?”
He’s not so stupid that he can’t understand what I’m saying.
Soon, Jin Moo-gyeong raised her eyes.
“Comparing Surah’s realm to something like that.”
“Then what is different?”
“that… …
“Of course, it is a much more valuable item than a wooden club like this.
But is that still the case?”
In the past, mankind fought with stones and sticks. However, with the advent of bronze and ironware, it was pushed back by the trend of the times.
Surah Myokwon is not much different.
“Of course, even now, it must be an outstanding peak martial art that everyone covets.”
It is the anti-corrosion steel cloth bag that proves it personally. He became a renowned peak master in Shanseoseong with Surah Myokgwon.
“But isn’t Surah Deokgwon the 10 greatest laws of the world so far?”
Just as stones and sticks are changed to steel, martial arts develop.
It’s me, I don’t know what the 10 Great Kwonbeop is right now, but Jin Moo-kyung’s expression proves that I’m not wrong.
“To put it bluntly, if Sura Myokgwon had been such a strong martial artist, there would have been no defeat by Pungyang. And this is the most important thing… … ”
I threw the table leg roughly into a corner and wedged it.
“I have no intention of getting married.”
“… …
“The person in question said no, so what are you going to do? is not it?”
“that… … yes.”
Jin Moo-kyung let out a deep sigh.
Even here, I tried to stick with it if I insisted, but it seemed to be surprisingly obedient.
Still, he has a vague look on his eyes as if the secret level of Surah Destruction keeps shimmering in front of his eyes.
‘This kid is also quite a martial artist.’
Well, he’s the guy who went to Cheonmuhakwan because he wanted to learn martial arts more.
I have no choice but to be warm because I discovered martial arts from hundreds of years ago, which are only recorded in the Cheonmu Academy.
Jin Moo-gyeong sighed and murmured, “Go away.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“It’s just that much of a pity. If fate touches you, you will be able to save it next time.”
“Stupid boy. Do you know where peak martial arts fall from the sky?”
“okay? I was falling.”
“Even in the Cheonmu Academy, where all martial arts in the world are gathered, the peak martial arts are thoroughly managed… … what?”
“I fell from the sky.”
I took out an old book from my bosom and held it up. The four letters written on the surface were blurred by the wind and waves of the years, but they were clear enough to be read.
Flame God.
When the tiger died, he left behind his skin, and when Jo Pil died, he left behind the ultimate martial art.
“Fire, fire, fire…”
Perhaps today is the most amazing day in Jin Moo-kyung’s life.
I widened my eyes and smiled at the guy who alternately looked at me and the secret class.
“Call me brother from now on.”
