Shashasha!
A giant spider came down from the roof of the pavilion where Lady Namgung Sanyoung was staying.
'No matter what happens we must find out information about the sorcerer and return to the cult leader!'
The only thought left in the spider's mind was to somehow achieve some kind of achievement.
How long can I live like this a small creature?
In fact he felt his dignity as a human being disappearing and his intelligence and reason deteriorating with each passing moment.
In order to prevent that I had to catch the eye of the cult leader.
I knew very well that the cult leader was someone who would never forgive someone who had betrayed him but right now I had nowhere else to rely on but the cult leader's mercy.
'If possible… I could ask you to tell me where my daughter is!'
The giant spider shook his head as he recalled the circumstances that led him to betrayal.
Let's focus here first. No matter what happens we have to find the sorcerer so that we can get some beans.
'Who are you with?'
The giant spider narrowed its eight single eyes and stared at Namgung Sanyoung.
At that moment an unfamiliar woman was standing next to Namgung Sanyoung.
At first I thought the woman was a sorcerer but I could tell she was Namgung Sanyoung's daughter because her facial features resembled his.
Cheon-yeop Seon-ja Dang Gyu-jin.
I remembered him because he had a strange history of being a successor to the Guryong branch but also joining the Cheongseong faction.
It is said that from a young age he was born with a talent that was difficult to express and was taken in by his father Danghosan's close friend Wooho Dojang.
Although her name was not officially recorded in the Dojeop Cheon Yeop Seonja was known in Shingyo as a female high school student representing the Cheongseongpa today.
But the biggest reason why the spider-man remembered Dang Gyu-jin was because she was the only person in this branch full of human scum who treated 'Dang Yun-hui' warmly.
Of course even that was forgotten when she suddenly left for Cheongseongpa.
'Still she does have a gentler appearance than my mother and younger brother who are always so vicious.'
However if you are Namgung Sanyoung's blood relative you shouldn't judge them just by looking at their appearance.
The giant spider listened intently wondering what on earth they were up to.
Namgung Sanyoung's nervous voice shook the room.
"Are you saying that you will stab this mother in the heart at all costs?"
"It can't compare to the knife that my mother stabbed into Un-Hwi's chest."
"Even though you say that are you really the child I gave birth to through pain?"
Unhwi?
It seems certain that they made the small group a hot topic but rather than conspiring it seems that there was a major conflict of opinions between the mother and daughter.
And that too very neurotically.
What the hell is going on?
The giant spider did not understand and just blinked its eight eyes.
* * *
Pavababak!
The long stick in my hand moved quickly leaving countless shadows in the air.
Flower scattering stick method.
It was a martial art that the maternal family warriors of the Sacheondang family mainly learned when they entered the military.
Since ancient times the phoenix has been the basic form of all weapons including spears swords axes and whips.
For me who plans to learn swordsmanship in the future this is a weapon that I absolutely must learn.
Dark dots were created on the arms and legs of the scarecrow made by weaving dense grass.
The point of impact never went beyond the pre-marked point.
Pfft!
Here's the final upload.
rustle thud-
The scarecrow's head fell down with its head cut off at an angle.
"Hoo-"
I sighed deeply as I clenched my fists.
Because I swung the staff with only physical strength for the purpose of training without mobilizing my internal energy my clothes were soaked with sweat.
and.
Paaaa-
The moment my internal energy was activated to relieve my fatigue I felt something shaking in my danjeon.
Wiggle!
As the internal energy gradually accumulates essence is being formed.
Yanggwangihyeon (Yanggwangihyeon).
A state where the internal energy stored in the danjeon begins to fully reveal its characteristics and affects the physical body.
If you hit with the Poisonous Dragon Heart the stage of the Ghost Dragon where it starts to emit poison in earnest is not far away.
At this point you will be able to emit the poison externally. You can also put it into a weapon.
The sense of accomplishment that came from building up these steps little by little was something that could not be expressed in words.
I think I understand why the martial artists cannot forget this joy and continue to devote themselves to martial arts even in old age.
And the thrill of winning the stakes was no less than that.
"Five nyang."
I extended my hand towards Dang-gon who was looking at me with a distorted face from the side.
"Oh my god! It's here! It's here!"
The blunt force dropped into my palm.
Hehehe. When I checked the weight it was exactly five nyang.
This guy is quite conscientious seeing as he doesn't try something like removing the bottom even once.
"Cheer up. How can someone like Musabu not only congratulate his cute disciple on his accomplishments but also frown like that?"
"What should I do when a disciple who is supposed to be my disciple steals from the pockets of the Musabu I should respect every day? I am now truly penniless!"
"Then why do you keep asking me to make a bet?"
"I'm so angry! I'm so angry! Why are you doing that! I need to get some too!!"
Now he has even thrown away the polite manners he used to have and is venting his anger.
This is why gambling is scary everyone. Don't ever get addicted. If you get addicted this is what happens to people.
It's already been ten days since I started learning martial arts from Danggon.
In the meantime I had been diligently learning the Danggon(?) and was now moving on to the introductory part of the main 18-ban weapons.
Even if you only learn how to walk fists palms fingers and toes there is an endless world of possibilities but now you are trying to learn martial arts when you are just learning to walk.
Danggon was also strongly opposed at first. He said that since there were still many secret techniques and poison techniques that he had to learn it would be impossible to train him on weapons as well.
But due to my stubborn insistence (I provoked him by saying "Are you scared?" and he immediately gave in) he eventually started teaching me one by one.
Instead he made a bet. He said he would take advantage of me and rip me off or something.
And the results were as shown now.
"But didn't you clearly say that yesterday was the first time you held a seal?"
"Isn't that so?"
"If I get caught doing a real bottom-scraping will I die?"
"Oh my! How dare you say that to a scholar like Lee Gongja!"
"If you don't like it go to the main office and tell the lady."
Danggon who had even had his soul stripped away was now just a piece of shit.
"Just so you understand. I know it's a bit weird for me to say this myself but I'm a genius at Kwangpungmu. Can you believe that this basic beginner's course is different?"
"That's because Gwangpungmu is a comprehensive form of Tangga martial arts! If you grew up watching Tangga martial arts from a young age you can learn the form by following the 'flow' to some extent. However the 18-ban weapon is from the beginning-"
Dang-gon continued to grumble as if he was being treated unfairly then soon let out a sigh.
"Ugh! What's the point of saying something like that? I ended up getting robbed again today."
"That's why I lowered the stakes to a pittance. Where is there a pretty disciple like me who even worries about the finances of the Musabu?"
"That tiny amount is half of my monthly salary!?"
I changed the subject a bit because I felt like if I provoked him any further he would really explode.
"But in this second stroke my feet keep turning to the right. How should I apply the hip rotation here?"
"…Anyway I'm telling you it's annoying. How did I end up with my nose pierced by a guy like this! Ah!"
The good thing about Dang-gon was that even though he grumbled like this he never neglected his teachings.
Thanks to that I was able to acquire martial arts skills at a fast pace.
All the martial arts I knew so far were the theories I accumulated while memorizing Cheonma Mugo.
It was good to be able to quickly fill the gap between my weak skills and actual performance.
After that I spent a long time learning the oxidation method and only after asking questions about things I was curious about or had doubts about was I finally able to finish the class.
* * *
After each class which lasted six hours we always had a set destination to go to.
"You're back again Confucius! Welcome!"
"Yeah yeah. Isn't there anyone who consistently increases sales like me?"
"Of course of course. I will take you to your usual seat. What about food and drinks…?"
"Same thing as yesterday."
"I will serve you quickly and comfortably! What are you all doing children! Hurry up and serve the Confucius!"
It's been ten days since I've been visiting Cheongpung Guesthouse regularly.
Every time we ordered a tableful of drinks and food the owner would not straighten his bent back whenever he saw me and Dang-gon.
"Are you by any chance the owner of this inn Confucius?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Today I was enjoying a ten-year-old Yeoahhong and Danggon who was staring at me as if he was going to kill me started making strange noises.
"Or maybe a share?"
"No. Nothing like that. The lady will take good care of that for me."
"…Then why do you come here every day? Aren't there many other guest houses?"
Why why? Who are you waiting for?
But when I looked around there was no one waiting today either.
It was a waste of time for ten days.
I wonder if there are no believers of the Angmasinhwajong around here?
I clearly remember that there was a secret branch in Guryong County as well.
Or maybe they were all killed or injured during the civil war.
I had a feeling of inexplicable anxiety dominating my mind because I didn't know the reason but I tried my best not to show it and continued to leave my mark.
Still I hope that someday at least one person will discover this sign.
"Why? Does the alcohol taste bad?"
"Of course. It's delicious. But um! No. Well it's not like I dislike alcohol either."
The reason Dang-gon kept hanging out with me like this even though he kept grumbling was because I bought him expensive liquor with much more money than I got from him.
How can a single person afford the luxury of enjoying such fine drinks and food every day? It's thanks to me that they can do so.
Of course there's no way I'd have that much money.
Then where do you get it? Where do you get it? It's all on credit in front of the principal.
You'll be really freaked out when you get the bill in a month. So you shouldn't have done such useless things to me Mom. Hehe.
"Have you heard any news?"
"What's the news?"
"The princess came back this afternoon."
"…Your older sister?"
"yes."
I felt a little strange.
Dang Gyu-jin.
I have never actually seen her but the memories of her remain very strong in the lingering thoughts of 'Dang Yun-hui'.
The only person he could lean on in this bean-flour-like household.
In fact during that time Dang Gyu-jin frequently sent letters to Dang Yun-hui.
How have you been? Are you feeling unwell? Are you practicing martial arts well? The weather is nice so how about going for a walk? The letters are all filled with worry and concern.
Even though they arrived consistently while I was incarcerated I never replied even once.
I don't really have an identity as 'Dangunhwi' so I wondered if there was a need to have one.
The problem was whether Dang Gyu-jin would be able to show favor to Dang Yun-hui in the future even if he did so now.
I was now thinking of moving in earnest to catch Namgung Sanyoung.
Then will Dang Gyu-jin be able to take Dang Woon-hui's side even then? Well I don't know. Of course he will probably take the side of his biological mother Namgung San-yeong.
"I hope you came back looking great?"
Still I thought it would be good to continue to have a good relationship with 'Dang Yun-hwi'.
I don't know if it will work out well though.
widely!
I put the glass that had lightly hit the Danggon down on the floor.
"Is this enough then?"
"Are you sure you want to start?"
"huh."
"The garden will soon become a mess."
"You're smiling too much for someone who says you're worried?"
"Oh really? What a mistake."
Dang-gon tried to suppress the corners of his lips that were twitching but it seemed like it wasn't working very well.
Actually if you watch it from the side it's so funny you'll die.
There's nothing more fun than watching a firework or a fight from the sidelines and you can enjoy it together? Oh I can't stand it.
My body was now somewhat in shape and my visit to the dark zone was just around the corner. From now on I was planning to have a really exciting game of rat fire.
* * *
"Are you talking about this Red War?"
When Hyung-sam received the letter I gave him his pupils trembled like crazy.
The Red War is where the Three Princes Dang Yuchang live. Trying to take this away would be like jumping into a tiger's den.
"Why? You don't like it? Should I make someone else do it?"
"No no! I will make sure to convey the Master's words well!"
"Yeah yeah. Oh by the way if I hear something like you leaning to the side I'll be dead."
"I will keep that in mind!"
You can say that quietly. It's so noisy I'm dying.
Every time I patted Hyung-sam on the shoulder and told him to have a good trip tears or sweat would drip down his face.
The envelope contained the following writing:
– Personal exhibition by Dang Yu-chang.
Come play a round of martial arts with me you piece of shit.