"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 196 - This is not a winning sword
It was not dinner time yet, so the restaurant was empty.
Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no-do Simtong sat opposite each other in their usual favorite window seat.
Heartache placed the bag on the table with a triumphant face.
“One thousand five hundred nyang.”
"great job."
“If I had been a little faster, I could have found a few hundred more. It's a pity.”
“Where did you find them?”
“From Jinyeong. After playing in Giru for three days, I caught him resting in an inn.”
Simtong briefly told the journey from Zhengzhou to Fuyang to Heze.
“Where did you catch it? Officials don’t seem to be able to use their hands at all.”
"They act like they don't know unless it's in my area, so I can't catch them until someone catches them."
"By the way, I heard that the world is in trouble because of Murim's? Did you really?”
"ah! Don't even speak. The Justice alliance is gathering their forces in Nanjing, and the famous religion in Zhengzhou. Every inn was full of Murim people.”
“Are you really in the mood for war?”
“It looks like it will this time. Didn't the Justice alliance also investigate the Twelve Horsemen for that purpose?”
“Because there seems to be too little talk about the Twelve Horsemen.”
Yeonjeokha tilted her head.
The merchants who came in and out of the inn only talked about Yumyeonggyo and Murim's concubine.
“Perhaps the report of Chasu Seol's party was buried. Aren't the leaders of the Justice alliance the heads of the Chilpaimun and Murim families? There's no way those obstinate old people would listen to monster stories. I'm sure you'll think it's a witchcraft.”
“Even though Namgoongchun and Namgungyeon’s sister directly witnessed it?”
“Wouldn’t you know if it was before? These days, no one calls the Namgung family the Murim family. The Justice alliance will not listen to Namgung’s words.”
“Then it’s a big deal.”
“Isn't that a bad thing for us? Justice alliance idiots should also suffer once.”
Simtong, like Madou, rather liked the situation where the Justice alliance lost money.
“You think I’m doing this because of the Justice alliance? Namgungse is doing this because he fears that people will be harmed. They must have gone to Nanjing too.”
“If you care that much, go to the Justice alliance… … . Hum, isn't it?”
Shim Tong looked at the younger brother with a shy face.
Now, it was clear that the Justice alliance would reject even if the yeon tried to help.
There's no way that Chillpaimun, who wears a chuck maulsa in its mouth, accepts the green forest patrol! It's good if you don't get stabbed in the back.
"really! But how long are you going to keep those swindlers alive?”
“It won't last long. Even the green comments are not normal.”
“It seemed like I was rolling my eyeballs. A guy like that has to either completely break his spirit or kill him. That's what you ordered for three years, right?"
"huh? Did you just make it to show some filial piety?”
“Oh, you did very well. If you don't become docile after three years, I will kill you. It would be better for Confucius' best friend.”
While the two were talking, Sang-do approached cautiously.
“Come on, Gongja. It's almost time for dinner. Shall we bring some food soon?"
"no. I’ll go to Hyojaam and eat.”
Yeon Jeok-ha jumped up from his seat.
He told me to get in the water three times a day, so it was time to go and check.
***
Yeonjeokha and old sim went to Hyojaam.
Nokdampyeong, who was tying a rope around the waist of the bull and stone man, nodded.
I passed him who was in love and sat down on a simple chair.
I was relieved to see the expression of the bull and the stone man, who had turned white.
People seem to be taking revenge because of this.
Nokdampyeong, who finished his preparations, turned his gaze toward Yeonjeokha.
He's asking if he can start.
The yeon just watched in silence without any instructions.
Nokdampyeong, who was hesitant, pushed the bull and stone man out of Hyojaam in turn.
"evil!"
"Ahh!"
The bull and stone man screamed.
Eventually, the rope was pulled tight with a 'plop' sound.
The face of Nok Dam-pyeong, who was holding the end of the rope, turned red.
Now, after a while, you have to rewind the line.
None of the imposters answered the question of who would die for their comrades.
After all, he's saying he has to kill a bastard.
It's not difficult.
You just need to wind one side a little later.
right? left?
when he is thinking
“Heh heh. Confucius, I can hear that kid's hair rolling from here. It's hard to pull it up, so I thought you were going to kill one of them?”
“I told you. He was originally that kind of guy.”
“Still, I thought it would take at least three or three years, but it’s fast.”
“… … .”
At the word ‘four years, Nok Dam-pyeong’s eyes widened.
It meant that both of them should be kept alive for three or three years.
‘Sad bastards… … .’
I'd rather just kill him. I don't know why he bothers so many people.
Nok Dam-pyeong gritted his teeth and turned both of his wrists.
Every time the rope was wound around, I felt numbness, and afterwards I felt nothing.
With an armful of rope attached to each forearm, limp swindlers ran up.
Nokdampyeong hurriedly untied the rope from his forearm.
It was only then that his hand trembled as the blood flowed little by little through his forearm, which was dead and black.
‘Sir! There's no way that this kind of thing will be helpful for foreign service training.'
Exhausted, he did not even have time to check whether the bull and stone man were still breathing.
After a while, Nokdampyeong sighed and turned his head to a simple chair.
When he returned, the seat was empty.
Just in time, there was a rustling sound in the forest, and the sambobang bandos appeared with food.
Nok Dam-pyeong picked up the still warm dumplings with his trembling hands.
And just as he was about to eat, the room nearby also told Songgang.
“Check to see if those two are alive.”
Songgang immediately ran to the bull and stone man and groped their necks.
“I am alive.”
"Ugh! Foolish bastards. I can't just kill you.”
Nok Dam-pyeong, who grumbled, tore off his dumplings and put them in his mouth and chewed them.
***
next day.
After waking up and having breakfast, Yeon Jeok-ha and Simtong went to Hyojaam.
Nokdampyeong tied the body of the bull and the stone man again and pushed them down the rock.
The bull and the stone man did not scream as if they were used to it.
Nokdampyeong whimpered again and pulled the two up and sat down.
Nokdampyeong has a more painful face than the swindlers who were rescued from the water.
His raised arms were bruised and their original color was difficult to discern.
Instead of the exhausted Nokdampyeong, Sambobang's Songgang jumped out and tidied up the rope.
After a commotion passed, they perched on the edge of a rock in a row.
visor-.
The sword was pulled out of its sheath, circled over the river, and fell vertically.
Fishing started again.
Simtong, who was watching the fluttering fish threaded through the sword body, asked with a surprised face.
“Gongja-nim, did you finally forge the sword?”
Then Yeon Jeok-ha replied with a sullen face.
“This is not a winning sword.”
"yes? No?”
With a puzzled look on his face, he alternately looked at the sword with the fish threaded through it.
Surely you saw the sword fly into the hole and catch the fish?
“Then what? You don't think that's a non-swordsmanship, do you?"
“Where is this secret swordsmanship? It’s a kind of folding technique.”
“A folding technique? There is no such folding technique. Confucius-nim seems to have misunderstood something, but this is the sword.”
“Old Sim got it wrong.”
He pounded on my chest as if he was suffering from heartache.
"oh my! Because it's right to win! Even Samcheok-dong will know that it is a sword.”
“Ugh! Even if it is not I know how to do it, can old Sim understand?”
“Anyone who saw it with their own two eyes would say it was a winning sword. Go rust!”
"yes?"
Nokdampyeong, who was resting in front of the hut, came running in a month.
“You must have seen Gongja-nim’s sword fighting too, right?”
"yes."
Nokdampyeong looked at Yeonjeokha and his heartache.
There is no way I can't see it after catching fish with a sword on a rock all day long.
‘Sir! It's not about bragging. Why are you catching fish with a sword? one.'
“Do you think that is a folding technique? Do you think it's a sword?"
"That's right, of course it's a sword."
“Look. Didn't you say that he was also a winning sword? Anyone can see that it is a winning sword.”
Yeon Jeok-ha clicked his tongue with a sorry face.
“Tsk tsk! It's because I don't have eyes like that. That's why you hear the sewage every day. This is just a folding technique. The winning sword is not like this.”
He asked with a troubled face.
“Then what is the winning sword?”
“Just because you use true qi doesn’t mean you can win. Going up[昇] going down[降] falling[離] coming together[合], going up and down is just a folding technique.”
"sure?"
“It is said that responding to all things with true spirit is the beginning of fish swordsmanship. Do you know what all things are? Everything we see with our eyes is everything. If you respond to all things with a spirit, you will overcome the ups and downs.”
“Are you going beyond that?”
The heartache felt like a mess in my head.
From his point of view, moving up and down with true skill is the art of sword swordsmanship. No, anyone in the world would think so.
By the way, is it beyond sword swordsmanship?
why?
“Gongja-nim, moving up and down with true spirit is the art of swordsmanship. That's all.”
“Ugh! If you don't know anything about swordsmanship, what's that all about? It's clearly stated that way in the Cheondun Sword. Responding to all things with true spirit is the beginning of swordsmanship.”
"It's not… … .”
The heartache was frustrating, but I couldn't refute that it was the Cheondun sword.
'What did the Merchant of Heaven and Earth teach Confucius?'
It feels like I learned something strange after going to get a clue about the sword.
“So you keep throwing your sword into the Yellow River? Are you trying to master the sword?"
"of course. I want to know what it means to respond to all things with sincerity. If you continue to move up and down here, you will soon find a clue.”
“Confucius, what would a person on the top of a mountain see if he looked up?”
“You can see the sky.”
“Confucius said that he would go up to that sky. It is.”
“That's Old Sim's limit. The Gucheonhyeonnyeo also descends to the underworld, so is there any way to stop me from going up to the sky?”
“Are you really going to do a fable class?”
“The Uhwa Deungseon is a horn. They're just trying to win and master the sword.”
"ha! Because you're already using the sword. Go fishing with a sword! Is that what it sounds like? This is cutting earthworms with a cow knife.”
The conversation went back to square one.
Nokdampyeong, who watched the two of them, stepped back.
He was envious when he saw a younger yeon than him tell Shen Tong that he didn't know anything about it.
He can only sigh when he thinks of his situation where he can't even handle swordsmanship yet.
'If you die here for three years, will you get better if you learn martial arts?'
Nok Dam-pyeong unknowingly clenched his fist tightly.
At that moment, my forearm felt like it would tear.
'Ugh!'
Let alone martial arts, he might become his arm idiot.
Nokdampyeong glared at the two fainting swindlers with murderous eyes.
'They should die quickly so that a normal life is possible... … .’
I think I should drink a little more water from lunchtime so that no one notices.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 196 - This is not a winning sword
It was not dinner time yet, so the restaurant was empty.
Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no-do Simtong sat opposite each other in their usual favorite window seat.
Heartache placed the bag on the table with a triumphant face.
“One thousand five hundred nyang.”
"great job."
“If I had been a little faster, I could have found a few hundred more. It's a pity.”
“Where did you find them?”
“From Jinyeong. After playing in Giru for three days, I caught him resting in an inn.”
Simtong briefly told the journey from Zhengzhou to Fuyang to Heze.
“Where did you catch it? Officials don’t seem to be able to use their hands at all.”
"They act like they don't know unless it's in my area, so I can't catch them until someone catches them."
"By the way, I heard that the world is in trouble because of Murim's? Did you really?”
"ah! Don't even speak. The Justice alliance is gathering their forces in Nanjing, and the famous religion in Zhengzhou. Every inn was full of Murim people.”
“Are you really in the mood for war?”
“It looks like it will this time. Didn't the Justice alliance also investigate the Twelve Horsemen for that purpose?”
“Because there seems to be too little talk about the Twelve Horsemen.”
Yeonjeokha tilted her head.
The merchants who came in and out of the inn only talked about Yumyeonggyo and Murim's concubine.
“Perhaps the report of Chasu Seol's party was buried. Aren't the leaders of the Justice alliance the heads of the Chilpaimun and Murim families? There's no way those obstinate old people would listen to monster stories. I'm sure you'll think it's a witchcraft.”
“Even though Namgoongchun and Namgungyeon’s sister directly witnessed it?”
“Wouldn’t you know if it was before? These days, no one calls the Namgung family the Murim family. The Justice alliance will not listen to Namgung’s words.”
“Then it’s a big deal.”
“Isn't that a bad thing for us? Justice alliance idiots should also suffer once.”
Simtong, like Madou, rather liked the situation where the Justice alliance lost money.
“You think I’m doing this because of the Justice alliance? Namgungse is doing this because he fears that people will be harmed. They must have gone to Nanjing too.”
“If you care that much, go to the Justice alliance… … . Hum, isn't it?”
Shim Tong looked at the younger brother with a shy face.
Now, it was clear that the Justice alliance would reject even if the yeon tried to help.
There's no way that Chillpaimun, who wears a chuck maulsa in its mouth, accepts the green forest patrol! It's good if you don't get stabbed in the back.
"really! But how long are you going to keep those swindlers alive?”
“It won't last long. Even the green comments are not normal.”
“It seemed like I was rolling my eyeballs. A guy like that has to either completely break his spirit or kill him. That's what you ordered for three years, right?"
"huh? Did you just make it to show some filial piety?”
“Oh, you did very well. If you don't become docile after three years, I will kill you. It would be better for Confucius' best friend.”
While the two were talking, Sang-do approached cautiously.
“Come on, Gongja. It's almost time for dinner. Shall we bring some food soon?"
"no. I’ll go to Hyojaam and eat.”
Yeon Jeok-ha jumped up from his seat.
He told me to get in the water three times a day, so it was time to go and check.
***
Yeonjeokha and old sim went to Hyojaam.
Nokdampyeong, who was tying a rope around the waist of the bull and stone man, nodded.
I passed him who was in love and sat down on a simple chair.
I was relieved to see the expression of the bull and the stone man, who had turned white.
People seem to be taking revenge because of this.
Nokdampyeong, who finished his preparations, turned his gaze toward Yeonjeokha.
He's asking if he can start.
The yeon just watched in silence without any instructions.
Nokdampyeong, who was hesitant, pushed the bull and stone man out of Hyojaam in turn.
"evil!"
"Ahh!"
The bull and stone man screamed.
Eventually, the rope was pulled tight with a 'plop' sound.
The face of Nok Dam-pyeong, who was holding the end of the rope, turned red.
Now, after a while, you have to rewind the line.
None of the imposters answered the question of who would die for their comrades.
After all, he's saying he has to kill a bastard.
It's not difficult.
You just need to wind one side a little later.
right? left?
when he is thinking
“Heh heh. Confucius, I can hear that kid's hair rolling from here. It's hard to pull it up, so I thought you were going to kill one of them?”
“I told you. He was originally that kind of guy.”
“Still, I thought it would take at least three or three years, but it’s fast.”
“… … .”
At the word ‘four years, Nok Dam-pyeong’s eyes widened.
It meant that both of them should be kept alive for three or three years.
‘Sad bastards… … .’
I'd rather just kill him. I don't know why he bothers so many people.
Nok Dam-pyeong gritted his teeth and turned both of his wrists.
Every time the rope was wound around, I felt numbness, and afterwards I felt nothing.
With an armful of rope attached to each forearm, limp swindlers ran up.
Nokdampyeong hurriedly untied the rope from his forearm.
It was only then that his hand trembled as the blood flowed little by little through his forearm, which was dead and black.
‘Sir! There's no way that this kind of thing will be helpful for foreign service training.'
Exhausted, he did not even have time to check whether the bull and stone man were still breathing.
After a while, Nokdampyeong sighed and turned his head to a simple chair.
When he returned, the seat was empty.
Just in time, there was a rustling sound in the forest, and the sambobang bandos appeared with food.
Nok Dam-pyeong picked up the still warm dumplings with his trembling hands.
And just as he was about to eat, the room nearby also told Songgang.
“Check to see if those two are alive.”
Songgang immediately ran to the bull and stone man and groped their necks.
“I am alive.”
"Ugh! Foolish bastards. I can't just kill you.”
Nok Dam-pyeong, who grumbled, tore off his dumplings and put them in his mouth and chewed them.
***
next day.
After waking up and having breakfast, Yeon Jeok-ha and Simtong went to Hyojaam.
Nokdampyeong tied the body of the bull and the stone man again and pushed them down the rock.
The bull and the stone man did not scream as if they were used to it.
Nokdampyeong whimpered again and pulled the two up and sat down.
Nokdampyeong has a more painful face than the swindlers who were rescued from the water.
His raised arms were bruised and their original color was difficult to discern.
Instead of the exhausted Nokdampyeong, Sambobang's Songgang jumped out and tidied up the rope.
After a commotion passed, they perched on the edge of a rock in a row.
visor-.
The sword was pulled out of its sheath, circled over the river, and fell vertically.
Fishing started again.
Simtong, who was watching the fluttering fish threaded through the sword body, asked with a surprised face.
“Gongja-nim, did you finally forge the sword?”
Then Yeon Jeok-ha replied with a sullen face.
“This is not a winning sword.”
"yes? No?”
With a puzzled look on his face, he alternately looked at the sword with the fish threaded through it.
Surely you saw the sword fly into the hole and catch the fish?
“Then what? You don't think that's a non-swordsmanship, do you?"
“Where is this secret swordsmanship? It’s a kind of folding technique.”
“A folding technique? There is no such folding technique. Confucius-nim seems to have misunderstood something, but this is the sword.”
“Old Sim got it wrong.”
He pounded on my chest as if he was suffering from heartache.
"oh my! Because it's right to win! Even Samcheok-dong will know that it is a sword.”
“Ugh! Even if it is not I know how to do it, can old Sim understand?”
“Anyone who saw it with their own two eyes would say it was a winning sword. Go rust!”
"yes?"
Nokdampyeong, who was resting in front of the hut, came running in a month.
“You must have seen Gongja-nim’s sword fighting too, right?”
"yes."
Nokdampyeong looked at Yeonjeokha and his heartache.
There is no way I can't see it after catching fish with a sword on a rock all day long.
‘Sir! It's not about bragging. Why are you catching fish with a sword? one.'
“Do you think that is a folding technique? Do you think it's a sword?"
"That's right, of course it's a sword."
“Look. Didn't you say that he was also a winning sword? Anyone can see that it is a winning sword.”
Yeon Jeok-ha clicked his tongue with a sorry face.
“Tsk tsk! It's because I don't have eyes like that. That's why you hear the sewage every day. This is just a folding technique. The winning sword is not like this.”
He asked with a troubled face.
“Then what is the winning sword?”
“Just because you use true qi doesn’t mean you can win. Going up[昇] going down[降] falling[離] coming together[合], going up and down is just a folding technique.”
"sure?"
“It is said that responding to all things with true spirit is the beginning of fish swordsmanship. Do you know what all things are? Everything we see with our eyes is everything. If you respond to all things with a spirit, you will overcome the ups and downs.”
“Are you going beyond that?”
The heartache felt like a mess in my head.
From his point of view, moving up and down with true skill is the art of sword swordsmanship. No, anyone in the world would think so.
By the way, is it beyond sword swordsmanship?
why?
“Gongja-nim, moving up and down with true spirit is the art of swordsmanship. That's all.”
“Ugh! If you don't know anything about swordsmanship, what's that all about? It's clearly stated that way in the Cheondun Sword. Responding to all things with true spirit is the beginning of swordsmanship.”
"It's not… … .”
The heartache was frustrating, but I couldn't refute that it was the Cheondun sword.
'What did the Merchant of Heaven and Earth teach Confucius?'
It feels like I learned something strange after going to get a clue about the sword.
“So you keep throwing your sword into the Yellow River? Are you trying to master the sword?"
"of course. I want to know what it means to respond to all things with sincerity. If you continue to move up and down here, you will soon find a clue.”
“Confucius, what would a person on the top of a mountain see if he looked up?”
“You can see the sky.”
“Confucius said that he would go up to that sky. It is.”
“That's Old Sim's limit. The Gucheonhyeonnyeo also descends to the underworld, so is there any way to stop me from going up to the sky?”
“Are you really going to do a fable class?”
“The Uhwa Deungseon is a horn. They're just trying to win and master the sword.”
"ha! Because you're already using the sword. Go fishing with a sword! Is that what it sounds like? This is cutting earthworms with a cow knife.”
The conversation went back to square one.
Nokdampyeong, who watched the two of them, stepped back.
He was envious when he saw a younger yeon than him tell Shen Tong that he didn't know anything about it.
He can only sigh when he thinks of his situation where he can't even handle swordsmanship yet.
'If you die here for three years, will you get better if you learn martial arts?'
Nok Dam-pyeong unknowingly clenched his fist tightly.
At that moment, my forearm felt like it would tear.
'Ugh!'
Let alone martial arts, he might become his arm idiot.
Nokdampyeong glared at the two fainting swindlers with murderous eyes.
'They should die quickly so that a normal life is possible... … .’
I think I should drink a little more water from lunchtime so that no one notices.
