Cheongpung Guesthouse located not far from Guryongbun-ga.
"How can this happen not once or twice but every time!"
"You have to think of these as all good experiences in life and work hard. There is no other way. There is no other way."
I patted Dang-gon on the shoulder while taking a sip of alcohol.
Is it because it's been a while since I've had it? The taste of the bamboo leaf tea is really good. Hello boss! One more bottle here!
As for the result of the last bet I ended up winning.
If I had been asked to understand all the details like in the Dark Shadow it would have been impossible but if I had just learned the forms it wasn't that difficult.
My upper body is wide open and I have a good memory to the point where I can store everything in my head so why can't I store all of that?
In the end this was a bet that Danggon could never win from the start.
I don't think he even knows it. Hmm hmm hmm!
"It seems like you've ruined your life by getting entangled with a cult leader just like us."
"That's right. So a person should choose a place to stretch his legs carefully and stretch them out. Eww. Tsk tsk."
I heard the nonsense of the ghosts who seemed to sympathize with me but I decided to forgive them because the alcohol tasted good.
By the way it feels really good to get some fresh air outside.
It would be better if it could just go on like this.
As I was leaving the fort warriors from Namgung Sanyeong blocked my path and a slight scuffle broke out but it wasn't difficult to shake them off.
'I'm taking the scholar out as a member of the Musabu for training. Is there a problem?'
Namgung Sanyoung appointed Danggon as my warrior so what are they going to do about it?
Namgung Sanyeongdo will soon notice that things are starting to go strangely.
It would already be too late by then.
"Thanks to me you were able to leave the garden so would you like to buy some of this alcohol Mr. Lee Gongja?"
"I don't like it."
"Then at least give me my money back!"
"Hey. I officially got it all. Why are you giving it back to me?"
"I'm broke!"
I made a pitiful expression.
"So you won?"
"Ahhhhh!"
Danggon suddenly got up from his seat and started swearing at me.
"When did you say you weren't betting to win money?"
"I didn't even say I wasn't thinking about my daughter."
"Eeeeek! You said you wanted my approval!"
"I got it. And that's it."
"Ahhhhhhh!"
I can't understand! I can't understand! Dang-gon grabbed his temple.
"Then why don't you stop ordering food? You're going to end up ordering everything on the menu!"
By the way the vendors have been delivering food nonstop for a while now.
The table where the two of us sat could not accommodate all the food so we had to connect three or four other tables together.
Thanks to that the inn owner couldn't stop smiling as he was struck with a windfall after a long time.
"I'm going to try to grease my stomach for the first time in a while. I told you this is the first time I've eaten properly in two months."
"I don't have any money! The engineer took it all…!"
"Oh… sorry about that?"
"AAAAAHHHH!"
Now they even go so far as to jump around in place.
I guess I'm dying to drink with you.
The subordinates of the little sect always reacted like that whenever I made a masterpiece. It seems that I am quite popular. That is why they are called sinful men.
"Master! Bamboo leaves! If there's any bamboo leaves left bring them all!"
"Wow. You said you didn't have any money. Do you think you could do something like that?"
"I will take care of it since it is none of your concern! If I didn't drink alcohol would I be able to endure this with my sober mind? Just consider yourself lucky if you don't beat up the scholar!"
"Oh… thank you for that."
"Master! Master! I told you to bring alcohol so bring alcohol!"
Dang-gon started drinking a whole bottle of alcohol saying that talking to me any longer would only make him angry.
The alcohol is going down. Gulp gulp gulp… I didn't know but our Danggon member is a heavy drinker?
I chuckled and took another sip of my drink.
It felt so good to have that tingly feeling tickling my Adam's apple.
Then with his left hand he secretly drew a very small picture under the table.
A sign with two swords stuck into the skull's head.
"Your Majesty that's…!"
The ghosts who recognized the sign trembled.
It was a summons.
An order to assemble believers living in the surrounding area including Guryong County.
The skull signified an urgent command and the number of swords signified status.
One is an elder two are junior leaders and three are the leaders.
In other words I announced the convocation with the authority of a small religious leader.
By now 'Yeon Yun-hui' has probably disappeared or been reported dead along with his master so things will be turned upside down.
The old demon clan that was involved with the company or was thinking of becoming independent at this time could sell traps so they put restrictions on gatherings by casting spells.
So that only believers of the Angmasinhwajong (仰魔神火宗) can see this sign.
The Angmasinhwa sect is the sect that my master and I belong to and it is a place with a long history that has produced the most religious leaders in the new religion for generations. Its predecessor is the Baehwa sect that came from the West.
It was the only place I could trust right now.
What if the meeting reached this point?
At that time the task of finding Master and restoring the new religion becomes very distant.
There was a belief and confidence that the Angmasinhwajong was the core of the new religion and that it would not change its mind no matter what happened.
After I left the location of where the meeting would take place I was finally able to focus on my drink with peace of mind.
"Next time… I'll take it off… I'll… Hmmmmmm."
Dang-gon who had finished five bottles of alcohol banged his head on the table drooling.
What the heck?
"This ungrateful author is trying to avoid paying for his drinks Master! Just give me the order and I will throw him in the sewer right away!"
"You might feel awkward going to the toilet on your way back home so I'll get some ice water and pour it on you! Please leave it to me!!"
A trick so obvious that the ghosts engage in a needless competition for loyalty.
"That doesn't mean I'll overlook it."
"…."
"Are you sleeping?"
"Cool….."
"You really look like you're sleeping."
I raised my hand and called out to Jeomsoi laughing hysterically.
"Did you call sir? What would you like this time?"
It was clearly Jeomso who called but it was the inn owner who showed up.
Perhaps because it was the first time in a long time that I had seen a large water fountain his posture was really sharp.
"It seems like the guest house is full now. How many guests are there?"
"Yes? Well we'll have to count to know for sure but our guesthouse is the largest in Guryong County so I'd say there are about three hundred people there."
Even to the most unusual questions he answered politely without being flustered at all.
"Then I'll ring the golden bell for them and they'll be very happy-"
"Hahahaha! I just woke up from a short nap and the alcohol has completely worn off. Let's have another drink Lee Gongja. I think we can have a deep conversation!"
"??"
The innkeeper looked at Dang-gon who had suddenly woken up from his sleep with a blank expression. He seemed very surprised.
"Five-flavored meat. I like this one the best. Could you please add one more? Could you possibly get it out a little faster than the others?"
"Oh my! No problem Horseshoe Show! I'll bring it right now!"
As they say there is nothing as enjoyable as financial therapy.
After seeing off the innkeeper I saw Danggon sitting with a sullen face.
"The world is so scary isn't it? If you look away for a moment they'll try to cut off your nose."
"Is this really so?"
"Yeah. That's what it's going to be like."
"…Ha! Damn it. If I got caught wrong I got caught really wrong."
Dang-gon had no way to calm his agitated heart so he had to drink the bamboo leaf tea again.
Phew!
I laughed lightly and snatched the bottle of alcohol away.
The golden thread of the secretary's palm.
Of course it was a technique I learned from Danggon today.
"Hey. What does it taste like if you make it yourself? We have to share it."
Ttorr.
Danggon quietly stared at Jukyeopcheong who was quickly filling up his empty glass. To be exact at my hand.
"…Are you applying it now?"
"When you twist the flow of energy from the Red Lotus Spirit's Huita Baeksan to Baekpyeontadan it leads to the Galgi Chun of Chuhonsu? That's where I got the idea. Everything is connected isn't it?"
The expressions are really interesting to see because they are appropriately mixed with hand gestures.
"…When looking at the martial arts of the Tang family separately they all seem to be segmented but in fact they are all like parts that make up a machine with dozens or hundreds of possible combinations. This is the result of the wide variety of weapons they handle."
"The wind and waves are like a lubricant that enhances the combination much faster and more explosively? Thanks to that I was able to see this flow better."
Of all the breakwaters in the Central Plains perhaps none uses as many tools as the Sacheon Dangga.
Doesn't the memory get consumed once it's thrown? As a result the movements naturally become larger and gaps appear between movements to replenish the consumed memory.
In a battlefield where life and death are at stake this kind of gap is fatal.
So Sacheondangga has been doing a lot of research to make up for this.
The fragmentation of seasons was one of the results.
All of the martial arts of the Sacheondang family have short initial stages. And depending on the situation it is always possible to switch between the initial stages of other martial arts.
As he is also an expert in organ diagnosis aside from memorization and poisoning he approached the uneducated as if they were organs.
Thanks to this Tangga's martial arts could be combined in various ways and if there was a fatal flaw it could be replaced at any time.
The replaced herbaceous plants may be later improved or discarded.
The Gwangpungmu was the final form of all these combinations.
Faster and more intense.
One hit sure kill.
In a short moment the caster pours all of his abilities into ending the match.
What if it fails?
What can I do? I'll probably just stand there dumbfounded and get hit.
This was a fatal flaw.
However since the power of the one-hit kill was so strong it seemed that even though he knew it was a problem he did not think of it as a fatal flaw.
But it seemed like a good corner to me.
Because I thought I could somehow make up for that shortcoming.
I thought it would be great if I could learn to supplement this in some way.
and.
Just like the martial arts of the Tang family it seems like it would be possible to apply it to the Cheonma Gugeom which is completely segmented?
I was already in the midst of the Gwangpungmu but I thought I should start working on the Cheonmagugugeom too.
"Wow you're amazing. You've already seen that far."
"Because the instructor who taught me was so great."
"If you're going to give me that much how about paying for the drinks or something?"
Dang-gon grumbled but was in a good mood as he couldn't hide the corners of his lips twitching as he drank his wine.
Ttorr.
I filled the empty glass again.
"Yeah. No way. If not now then when else would I be able to defeat the world's greatest knight?"
"Anyway those who have it do it more!"
braided.
This time we drank together clinking our glasses lightly.
"Where on earth did you get such insight?"
"I did a proper amount of previewing and reviewing based on the textbook."
"…You're trying to hide it. There must be a teacher we don't know about."
I just smiled quietly.
"Damn it! Okay okay. Just don't leave."
"This is definitely the first time I've had a proper conversation with a member of the party but I keep thinking that we could become closer in the future?"
"If that's true then it's a total disaster?"
"Then come under me. You're not going to give your drinking buddy a bed?"
"Oh really! The world's greatest knight is being treated like this. Oh my."
If we start talking about Master it will never end.
Because even if I stay up for three days and nights I still have a lot to say.
His appearance his speech his kindness his laughter even his mannerisms.
It was such a dazzling and brilliant existence to me that I wouldn't be surprised if it was trampled at any moment like any other weed in a back alley covered in thick shadows.
Everything I wanted to learn and be like was in Him.
"But I think I know one thing well."
"what?"
"I'm talking about the teacher who taught the scholar."
Huh? Are you sure about it now not just speculating?
I watched quietly wondering what he was going to say.
"I think he is a very nice person."
For a moment my breath was caught in my throat.
"…How do you know that?"
"Is it possible for a scholar like Lee to smile like this?"
"…."
A myriad of emotional fragments swirled around in my head.
After that Danggon continued to drink while giggling.
I chewed on Dang-gon's words over and over again while eating a bite of the side dish.