Chapter 135

Episode 135 There is no time for learning (5)Seoryang jumped out of the carriage in an instant and stopped only after running fifty miles more.

Quad deuk!

After a while, Ma Dong-pil also arrived. His face was bright red as he used all his might to perform the divine method.

“Whew. “As expected, Confucius is fast.”

“not a big deal.”

“But Geumho…”

Seoliang silently pointed behind himself with his thumb. A Geumho had already arrived there and was licking its front paw with its tongue.

Ma Dong-pil stuck out his tongue.

“Kumho… is fast too.”

“It’s fast.”

They say it’s not particularly surprising.

“This guy is a spirit creature, isn’t he? “I can’t explain why a guy the size of my arm grew as big as a tiger.”

“That too.”

“Okay, just light a bonfire. I’ll catch a deer or something. “I feel like I’m going to die because I’m so empty from eating only beef jerky.”

grasp!

I don’t even hear the answer. Seoliang and Geumho disappeared in an instant.

Ma Dong-pil, who was standing blankly, soon picked up fallen tree branches around him. He could have left hunting to himself, but he is someone who likes to do things with his own hands.

Ma Dong-pil, who had picked up some tree branches, put them in the dug out area and started a fire.

It hasn’t gotten dark yet, but it’s quite chilly. Spring had come, but the nights in the mountains were still inevitably cold.

Ma Dong-pil, who faced the wall of transcendence, had already passed the point of being immune to cold weather, but the warmth from the bonfire still remained.

It was a while before I looked into the burning fire with a crackling sound.

Ma Dong-pil smiled slightly.

‘I’ve lived a secretly unusual life.’

At a young age, he became the head of the defense court and is now in charge of the personal escort of the successor candidate.

To an ordinary person, it could be said that his life was truly a triumphant one. Even though he was entrusted with many dangerous missions, any martial artist is bound to survive the risk of death.

‘Will I continue to live a life like this?’

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes deepened.

‘You will live a more dangerous life.’

Confucius is thinking of erasing Uicheonmaeng and Cheonhyeolseong from the ranks of the powerful.

I don’t know why he was so angry at them. But what is clear is that, unlike before, Confucius made the right decision.

He raised his head.

The sky of the dense forest looked like a frog that had fallen into a well and was looking up at the sky.

“…What kind of world awaits beyond the sky?”

“If you’re curious, run.”

“omg!”

Ma Dong-pil, surprised, looked back.

Seoryang, who had already returned, was standing there carrying a large deer on his shoulders. The deer’s neck was bent in a strange direction.

Next to Seoryang, Geumho was out of breath. There was a hint of resentment somehow.

“You came quickly.”

“Why would I ask you to light a bonfire here? “I did it because I heard deer footsteps.”

Ma Dong-pil stuck out his tongue. You could even hear the footsteps of an animal while moving at such a fast speed?

Slurp.

Xi Liang took out a red sword, one of the meteor twin swords.

“Confucius!”

“uh? why?”

“Are you sure… are you trying to skin me?”

“Then you have to take it off. Do you even roast leather? “Do you have a peculiar appetite?”

“Oh no, that’s not it…”

“So what’s the problem?”

Ma Dong-pil swallowed his saliva.

“Are you going to skin me with that knife?”

“It’s just the right size, right? Not to mention Yongrindo, Chilyado is too long. “Your Ink King’s Sword is similar to the Chilya Blade.”

Seoliang gently shook Hongdo.

“It’s the sharpest and shortest length, so it’s perfect, right?”

That’s not important now!

Ma Dong-pil almost shouted like that without even realizing it.

‘Oh my god, you’re trying to skin a deer with such a good weapon.’

Is it true that the divine sword, which is also known as the Blue-Red Blade and can cut through steel in an instant, is used to prepare meat?

It’s like summoning the Old Great Mazon to kill a third-rate Parakho. The thought of deer flesh on that smooth, bluish blade made me dizzy.

“Confucius. “I’ll handle it…”

“That’s enough, man.”

Ssak Sak!

As Hongdo scanned the deer, its skin came off quickly.

Ma Dong-pil fell asleep without realizing it. Confucius committed such an atrocity.

But even for a moment.

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes widened.

‘uh?’

Cutting the skin and scraping out the internal organs with incredible skill.

‘….’

It’s elegant.

A short knife, about two feet long, dismembers a deer, and the movements are very smooth. Doesn’t it seem like they are preparing a herbivore meal rather than preparing meat?

After roughly preparing the meat, Seo-ryang brushed away the knife and picked up a leg.

“You eat the rest.”

Kang!

The golden tiger started chewing the deer happily. Seeing it chew its internal organs first, it is clearly a wild animal.

Seoryang broke a tree branch of appropriate thickness, trimmed the end into a sharp point, cut the meat into it, and started grilling it on a bonfire.

Ma Dong-pil, who was looking at Seoryang silently, suddenly asked.

“Confucius.”

“huh?”

“Can I ask you one question?”

“What again? try.”

“When you were grooming the deer a little while ago.”

“Uh huh.”

“If I’m not mistaken, that sword play… isn’t that the martial art you showed me at Gojuk Forest?”

Xu Liang nodded.

“It’s called the Dancheonsamdo (斷天三刀). “It is a method that must be mastered before learning the Inhwa method.”

Xi Liang turned the meat over. A fragrant smell that stimulated the appetite rose from the sizzling meat.

“It’s not flashy and the standard isn’t that high. However, it is a textbook martial art of swordsmanship, so if you master it, you can easily learn high-level swordsmanship.”

“….”

“You managed to see it through. “It means your perspective has also grown.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“But why is that?”

Rather, he asks as if he is puzzled. Although he was surprised by Ma Dong-pil’s insight, he asked what was special about using grass-fed meat to dismember the deer.

Ma Dong-pil was no longer embarrassed or sad when he saw such kindness.

‘This is…’

When cutting meat, he uses the new soldier’s flag, and when dismantling it, he pulls in the martial arts Chosik and cuts it.

It may seem funny at first glance, but this was by no means something to look at lightly.

‘It wasn’t just that.’

Ma Dong-pil recalled Seoryang’s actions so far.

When he was staying at his residence, if there was nothing special going on, he would always train in the training hall. However, of course I could not train when receiving a mission or moving somewhere.

That’s all I thought.

‘I thought wrong.’

When he moved around to handle his work, he did his best to use divine techniques, and when organizing his room, his hands were fast, prompt, and accurate.

It was like that when I enjoyed the festival before meeting the Demon Sword Head during the Pasun Festival. Ma Dong-pil and Wi Hong-ryeon had to work hard to keep up with Seo-ryang, who quickly entered the crowd. This was because each step carried the ultimate meaning of the step.

And even when moving here a little while ago, Seoryang did not keep pace with Ma Dongpil. He simply moved at the best speed he could, melting away the greatest amount of enlightenment.

‘Martial arts is incorporated into daily life.’

Don’t waste time on training. Even the simple act of skinning a deer shows incredible skill in martial arts.

When sleeping, eating, moving somewhere, or playing around with someone.

For Seoryang, every moment was training and growth.

A look of wonder appeared on Ma Dong-pil’s face.

“Confucius, you are truly… amazing.”

“It’s amazing. “There is still a long way to go.”

“That makes it even more so.”

“ok?”

“Nevertheless, you think it’s not enough, so Confucius is great at it.”

Once I set a goal, I am the type of person who wants to see it through to the end.

It simply wasn’t that much. What makes Confucius so great is that he does his best to live as if he has a goal even though he has not decided where the end is in the first place.

‘Only when you immerse yourself in martial arts and life to this extent can you hear the sound of a true master.’

There is a lot of insight gained from insignificant things. Ma Dong-pil felt like he could finally be sure of how to deal with martial arts.

“Stop talking nonsense and take one of these. “It’s ripe.”

“Oh yeah.”

Just like that, the two people chewed the meat with excitement.

Seoryang, who was somewhat full, sat comfortably against a tree. Then Geumho came next to him and fell down.

“Let’s move around dawn.”

“All right. But…”

“Hmm?”

Ma Dong-pil had a look of puzzlement on his face.

“How are you going back to Jeoksa Temple?”

“….”

“The inspection has already been completed, but isn’t this a family that has been particularly quarrelsome?”

“yes.”

“It may be unlikely, but it could be dangerous. “They will never treat you kindly.”

“That’s why I called Geogyeong Gaju too.”

“okay.”

“And…” Searᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Seoryang’s face as he stroked Geumho’s head was very serious.

“I’m not going as an inspector this time. “I guess that’s why you took off the inspector’s epaulet and came here.”

Only then did Ma Dong-pil realize that the epaulettes on Seo-ryang’s shoulders were gone.

What does this mean anyway?

“Unless you are going as an inspector….”

“To have the Jeoksasa under my command.”

“…!”

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“You’re putting me under your command?”

“okay.”

“How…?”

“The matriarch’s wounds won’t heal in a day or two. Even if I can’t do it, I have to recuperate for half a year. Besides, isn’t Lee Ga-ju’s position vacant?”

“Of course it is.”

“The commander-in-chief’s abilities seemed quite outstanding. But even though he can act as the head of the family, he cannot become the head of the family. In other words, the current Jeoksa Temple is a Muju Gongsan (無主空山) with only plausible powers.”

Seo-ryang’s eyes sparkled.

“It’s perfect for use as food.”

I thought the word ‘prey’ could sound so scary.

“Confucius, what you mean is that you will keep them under your command?”

“follower? “Didn’t we completely blow away the space for such human relationships not long ago?”

“…?”

“Deal or Tyranny.”

“…!”

“It’s great to get help to become the next successor.”

Ma Dong-pil swallowed his saliva.

He proudly says that he will become the next successor. We’ve had conversations about this before, but he’s never made his goals this clear.

Seo-ryang closed his eyes.

“I don’t know if it will work or not. “You have to go to find out.”

“…Even if it were possible, would the Geokyung family member just wait and see?”

“Is there a problem?”

“The Geogyeong family head is the head of the Chil family. “Isn’t there a high probability that the same Seven Families would be displeased with being a stepping stone for a candidate?”

“I guess so. But that’s no problem either.”

“yes?”

“I plan on eating Geogyeongga too.”

I didn’t think there would be anything more surprising, but I never thought something worse would come out.

“…Geogyeong Gaju is the father of Yukgongja.”

“know.”

“Is that possible?”

Even after spitting out the question, Ma Dong-pil thought it was a bit presumptuous.

But it was also true that I was curious. Considering the incredible drive and feats that Confucius had shown so far, I thought that it might really be possible.

“Dongpil.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“The things I have succeeded in doing so far were not done because I was convinced that it was possible.”

“….”

“I just believe it. Try it once and if it doesn’t work, change direction. But you risk your life and crash into it until it changes direction.”

Ma Dong-pil smiled without realizing it.

“okay.”

“yes.”

“If you do it, I will help you as much as possible to make it a reality.”

Seo-ryang chuckled.

“Of course, man. “When I think of all the gifts I’ve given you, even if I give them to you for the rest of my life, it’s not enough.”

“haha.”

For some reason, I laughed. Ma Dong-pil felt deep relief and joy at the sight of Confucius, who seemed to have changed but had not changed at all.

“Just get some rest first. You must have been quite tired from following me around for so long.”

“yes. Confucius, please rest well.”

“OK.”

Seoryang smiled and closed his eyes.

Little by little, his expression hardened.

‘…I don’t think Jeoksa or Geogyeongga will be a big problem.’

What can I say?

‘The air is changing again.’

Super sense quietly and carefully.

And it was ringing slightly.