181 – Not cold winter. (3)

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Not cold winter. (3)

Wake up early in the morning, lightly finish training and wipe off the sweat.

The muscles that were trying to get together a little loosened up, and the bet returned naturally, so I felt much more refreshed than usual.

As I was warming up, I heard a strange sound from behind.

“… Turn off… .”

“I’m already gossip about what you did.”

In the meantime, Gu Gujeo-yeop was lying on the floor behind him and was drooling.

It must have been a pretty face. It’s always like that after training.

Seeing that, I sighed involuntarily.

“Why are things so weak these days… .”

“… I am… . Than Il Gongja… .”

“Oh, yes, you must be older than me. Then hold on.”

“Ouch… .”

Was it after going to Volcano?

Because he followed Yeongpung’s training there, his body was full of habits.

The ignorant training method unique to the Volcano Sect has become familiar.

[Ignorance… ! This rotten bastard.]

The stagnant waters of the volcano erupted in anger at his clean words without a single lie. It looked like it was being stabbed.

[That’s a very good sign!]

‘Good sign… .’

That’s right, if it was a good sign, it was a good sign.

In any case, the more training you have, the better.

I turned my head and looked at Muyeon.

Muyeon was also full of exhaustion like Gujeolyeop, but did not roll on the floor like Gujeolyeop.

If it’s a problem, it’s that you don’t look me in the eye.

He was probably still pouting about yesterday’s events.

‘It’s true that grown-ups pout… .’

Even if I said that, it was definitely my fault, so I had nothing to say.

At least, it is noticeable that the corners of the mouth are raised subtly.

It was probably because of the sword he was wearing preciously around his waist.

Was it because he gave Muyeon the sword he had been given from Maeng?

Mu-yeon, who was filled with sadness and disappointment to me, saw it.

‘Boss, do you think I’m someone who can easily get over something like this?’

He spat out a fairly legitimate rebuttal.

It seems that it was too much to refuse.

‘I really like it.’

He seemed to be putting up with the corners of his mouth going up in order to keep his cause.

It was already to the point where I could see everything smirking.

[The sword is the most important thing to a swordsman, so it has to be like that.]

I asked when Shinnoya nodded in agreement.

‘Isn’t there a saying that a craftsman doesn’t choose a tool?’

At my words, Noya replied with a snort.

[Hmph, that sounds funny, is this why you can’t communicate with people who use fists?]

‘Why do fists come out of there all of a sudden… ?’

Why are you suddenly making strange noises, this old man?

Is this outright discrimination?

[It’s common sense that the better the sword, the better it holds the bet, but don’t craftsmen choose tools? That’s all bullshit spit by arrogant guys.]

It was embarrassing, but I nodded slightly at Noya’s words.

I knew what I was saying. It is a reality that once you enter the real world, you will be more concerned with the performance of your weapons than anyone else.

[I used the sword of the most famous master of the time.]

Because the sword is blunt, the difference between cutting once and cutting twice is extreme.

Perhaps it was also the moment when life or death was decided.

[By the way. baby.]

‘Yes.’

[What was that guy thinking… ?]

At Shin Noya’s words, I looked at Gujeo-yeop wriggling on the floor.

In addition to the messed up appearance due to the end of training, the eyes full of rebellion come into view.

The reason for those unattractive eyes.

Because he gave the sword to Mu-yeon, he is saying that he did not receive it.

It was a very embarrassing situation for me.

‘… Common sense would have me give it to you.’

Muyeon belongs to the Kuga family, so he’s not completely mine, but he’s an escort.

I have some faith.

what are you

“Hey, wake up.”

He came closer and touched the gujeol-Yeop.

“How long are you going to lie down?”

“… Never mind.”

“What man?”

“Anyway, something like me… . Il Gongja… Noah!”

I was talking nonsense, so I roughly stepped on it.

I say it all the time, but I feel pretty bad whenever good guys talk to me like that.

“Someone with a lot of money is whining about not getting a sword.”

“I have money… . Where are you!”

“You are laughing.”

yes, you won’t

But there must be a lot of workers?

‘I know that human property.’

He was in a position to know how much money the Gu Family’s ancestral family, Guseonmun, made, and how much the elder Il was accumulating here through his previous life.

Even from the point of view of how Gujeo-yeop usually spends a little.

This guy must have spent a lot of money.

In a way, he must have been worse than me, a blood relative.

[You said you were more affluent than your immediate family, what the hell were you doing?]

Even if you say that, it seems like you lived a luxurious life.

Even my father was on the side of giving.

It’s because they ate up the money they received for their family’s entertainment.

“Ah, stop whining.”

“… I never whined.”

If I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t have tolerated it.

It was already dead from the start of training. I was going to step on it one more time, but I endured it.

I don’t think this guy was originally this annoying.

Why are you acting like a child?

I thought I was going to give it to you, but I didn’t give it to you, so it feels like that.

I hated to see him whining like this all the time.

“I’ll give you something rude later, so stop using it and get up.”

In the end, I couldn’t overcome the annoyance and added a word, and the light came back to Gu Gu Gu Yeo-yeop’s eyes.

Then he got up.

It’s as if you’ve been waiting.

“What are you?”

“nice… greatness.”

As I looked at it as if it were absurd, Gu Gu Gu Yeo coughed several times and then said:

“… Aren’t you going to practice more?”

“…”

Without realizing it, I burst out laughing at the shameless reaction.

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Crazy guy this

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After finishing the training and lightly washing my face, I returned to the dorm.

Since it started in the morning, it must have been past noon.

‘There seems to be no problem with energy.’

I checked it by turning it around on my body, but luckily there didn’t seem to be any major problems.

Even the energy circulating in my body right now is four.

It was great that it was rolling well on the body without causing a crash.

[What else did you eat while you couldn’t see it?]

Noya spits out words as if it is absurd.

I also had nothing to say.

[You mean this is his energy?]

The energy of the Blood Demon that was forcibly brought in from the Emperor of Heaven.

It was the energy used by Jang Seon-yeon and Namgung Cheon-jun.

“What do you think?”

[…] Hmm.]

In terms of characteristics, it seemed to be on the side of maximizing physical abilities for a short period of time.

I went further and strengthened my martial arts.

The problem is that it doesn’t last that long. The point where the color of the flame changes and becomes noticeable.

And then the recoil the body would receive was a problem.

If you think of Jang Seon-yeon, this could only be applicable to me.

Because he didn’t seem to feel the extreme recoil I did.

‘I’ll try not to use it if possible.’

[It’s nothing else, it’s better if it’s his energy.]

I don’t know why they planted this in me.

If I knew he was a blood demon, I wouldn’t want to take it out and use it.

‘Did you say it was a gift?’

There is no such thing as a joke.

Just like Magi was like a stigma to me.

This power given by the blood demon was no different from him.

‘This is also this… .’

I took an object out of my pocket and held it.

Its identity was none other than the ring that Elder Lee secretly hid from me.

It is probably expected to be something from Pazon.

If you dig deeper, the ring that you see as a precious treasure of Meng.

Surprisingly, it was in a state of being swept away by the years and recovering its original appearance after taking off the rusty tee.

When I first took it out, it was an antique itself.

FYI I didn’t do anything.

This was a singularity I found in my room last night.

[Cheolyoung seems to be doing something.]

Noya nodded at his words.

[Is there a part that feels different?]

“There is one thing.”

part of what you feel.

Just yesterday, I was able to recognize the guy wearing Hee-young’s mask.

I thought it was because of this ring.

[Why did you think so?]

“It feels that way.”

[…] That’s a really believable answer.]

Shinnoya sarcastically adds to my answer, but that’s actually how I feel.

A subtle sensation as if the ring were telling you.

This also seems to have been correct in the end.

[Then what should I do? Are you going to return the ring?]

“Are you crazy? How can I get this back?”

It wasn’t the same problem as Hwang Ah Bul-yeong’s repayment or a useful treasure.

‘Looking at it, it looks like things will get bigger if I return it like this.’

The blood horse was clearly related to blindness.

I wasn’t sure if the Lord and the others were aware of this, though.

[So, are you going to try it for now?]

“Yes. I’m going to take care of it for now.”

Fortunately, the ring seemed to work even without wearing it.

I don’t know if there would be a difference between wearing it and not wearing it, but it was fine as long as I had it in my arms.

More than anything.

I found out that not one person has the right to use the skin of another’s face.

Now that I know that it is sprayed in more places than I thought.

It was a very helpful gift in being able to notice such changes.

The last one… .

“This book is a problem… .”

A book I found in the arms of a man wearing a Chinese mask I met yesterday in Shaolin.

No matter how you look at it, it seemed like a book written down Shaolin’s martial arts.

It was written in an easy-to-understand manner even for me, who had no knowledge of Shaolin’s martial arts.

‘Even though it seems to have a moderately few characteristics. The movements are well expressed.’

There didn’t seem to be any talk about the operation of bets or the Baekbo Shinken, the season of Shaolin.

‘Even just this.’

Just having Shaolin find out that he was in possession of this book was enough to cause serious trouble.

It was a problem in itself that a foreigner from another family who had no idea had a book that described Shaolin’s martial arts in such detail.

‘I can’t seem to burn it, so I have to throw it away somewhere.’

Giving it to Shaolin was absurd.

It was too risky to have, so I couldn’t even do that.

do i learn this?

That meant that Danjeon would twist and die, so this is also the case.

[How about selling it in an open space or something like that?]

It was a kind of method, but there was no guarantee that the tail would not be caught.

“In the first place, it would be convenient to know why he carried such a thing.”

Did you write it yourself?

if so what to do

It was a martial art book made with great care.

It seems to have been made roughly, but if you had read even a little bit of what was inside, you couldn’t have known it.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like it was made in Shaolin.

[If you’re going to wrap your head around it like that, just bury it roughly in the forest. Don’t bother using your hair.]

“…”

I thought that seemed like a good answer.

I was embarrassed because Noya was talking about it.

“… I really should bury it somewhere in the back mountain… .”

Without speaking, he hurriedly put the book into his bosom.

It was because I felt the presence of someone close by.

smart.

– Former Confucius.

just as expected. A voice came from outside the door.

It was the voice of Dang So-yeol.

“… Wait a minute.”

After coughing a few times, I opened the door.

When I opened the door slightly, the first thing I noticed was Dang Xiaoyeol’s dark green hair.

And then Wi Seol-ah and Namgung-bia.

The three people who were glaring at me yesterday were gathered at the door of my room.

Through the crack in the slightly open door, Weiseol-ah rushed at me.

I received it carefully so as not to be shocked because it was held tightly in my arms.

“Why are you running all over the place?”

Do you really know that you are an individual?

Wiseol-ah, who has lost weight lately and is growing rapidly, felt burdened to hold her like this.

It was all the more so because he was regaining his former self.

“young master! It’s time to go!”

“…”

Hearing Wi Seol-ah’s words, he let out a snort without anyone noticing. Bia Namgung and Dang Soyeol, who were behind her, also had a look of anticipation.

is it… . is it time to go

“I haven’t even eaten yet. If you go to eat… right? wouldn’t that be okay? I knew.”

You can go and eat.

I said the wrong thing, but I thought the same gaze would come out as yesterday, so I immediately changed my words.

The problem was that everyone decided to go to Shaolin together.

I said it, but I didn’t know it would be today.

‘No, there are so many good places in Henan, so why is Shaolin again?’

It was the part I was most curious about, but it wouldn’t work if I asked this, so all I could do was nod my head.

[You’re fat, saying you’re going to die because you’re busy playing with three women, let alone on each side.]

“…”

The corners of Noya’s mouth trembled at his words.

To ask if this looks good, because I had a little conscience.

[Heh heh rot. If only I had a body.]

‘If only there was?’

[What do you ask, if I could cut you right now. It would be nice to hear the sound of the volcanic sword demon rather than the volcanic sword.]

The old man with a bad mouth was now saying that he would kill him if he wanted to.

This must be because of the story about the woman of the Moyong family the other day… .

[Gaaal!]

I frowned as Shin Noya screamed in my head.

Then the three people in front flinched.

“young master… .”

“yes?”

“I-I don’t want to go like that… ?”

Wiseol-ah asked me with teary-eyed eyes.

What is this sound? It was annoying to go, but it wasn’t to the extent that I hated it.

“… expression… . It was built terribly.”

“…”

Only then did I know that it was because of my frown.

He seemed to be looking at me in case he really hated me.

In the meantime, it’s scary, people get hurt.

[Wouldn’t it be so if it looked scary, eh, tsk tsk… .]

‘I’m still worried, so please stay quiet.’

[See what this nasty bastard is saying? How can I be quiet when I’m dead and have nothing to say?]

… If you don’t have it, you care as if you don’t have it, and when you come out, you’re busy bickering. Maybe this is good.

‘Write… .’

I swallowed my saliva when I saw the three people in front of me looking at me.

I didn’t mean to make you look like that.

In the meantime, Dang So-yeol was walking around with a strange expression on his face, so I tried to ignore it.

“It’s not like that. I just thought I was going to cough.”

“Really?”

“… yes. If you decide to go, you should go.”

Do you know when you will come to Hanam again?

To be honest, I wondered if we could just go by ourselves.

I didn’t want to think about that anymore.

Because I somehow knew why they were doing this to me.

‘It’s such a burdensome blessing.’

Along with the feeling of tickling in the corner of my heart, I felt a complex emotion that I didn’t know about.

“By the way, we can go to Shaolin today, right?”

Although he was saying that in order to go to Shaolin, he had to contact me in advance.

At this, Dang So-yeol smiled broadly as if he had waited and hugged Namgoong-bia’s arm.

“We solved that… !”

Dang So-yeol makes refreshing movements with his fingers.

Bia Namgoong, who had been watching blankly, quietly follows.

It didn’t suit him because his expression was expressionless.

When Dang So-yeol said that he had solved it, I remembered the fact that I had forgotten.

‘That’s right, there are four generations of them.’

I forgot about it because we ate and chatted together every day.

Dangmun and Namgung were the four major generations who could be called the pillars of the political faction.

These two were direct blood relatives.

Even Mo Yong-hee was able to secure a place in Shaolin through her name yesterday.

It wasn’t something the two of us couldn’t do.

Of course, Dang So-yeol would have done everything on his own.

I wondered if he wanted to go this far, so I asked with a mischievous smile.

“When are you going?”

“Now! Hong and sister are waiting outside!”

“now?”

I’m a little confused because I want to go right away.

[That… . baby.]

Shinnoya spoke to me. It was a troubled voice.

‘Why is that?’

[Did you not intend to call that child?]

‘A kid? who?’

[You know that, a pretty child with the surname Moyong.]

‘Are you Mo Yong-hee?’

I tilted my head at Shinnoya’s words. Why are you calling him? Right now, I went with you yesterday too.

[Oh, no. I just did it, don’t worry about it.]

I wondered what the hell you were talking about.

Noya only let out a few dry coughs in response to my response.

What is it, I’m very concerned… ?