"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 38 - You want to see the real you?
Pacheon Demon-gun Seok Mu-hae has a dream.
It is to unite the power of greenery and stand shoulder to shoulder with Chilpaimun.
It is for this reason that he passed on his martial arts to the late exponents of Nokrim. Through them, he tried to manage 36 wild and aquatic plants.
Now that the number has increased to seventy-two, the role of the Twelve Demon Army has become even more important.
That's why I thought of the Greening Contest.
In fact, the purpose of the Green Forest Contest was not for friendship among thieves. Rather, it was to give the Twelve Demons an official position in the green forest, such as guarding and patrolling. Only then can greening be effectively controlled.
Seo Mu-hae looked at the Eumpung Tomb with a benevolent smile on his face.
"So what's going on?"
“Actually, I went to Obong Sanchae in southern Henan Province with an invitation… … .”
Eumpungmyogun honestly confessed what happened to him two months ago. Then he quietly held out his right hand, which was still being treated, to check the wound.
“So you mean you were defeated by a young thief from Obong Sanchae? Are you the Twelve Demon Soldier?”
Seomuhae is a face that can't be trusted at all.
That's also because it's already been ten years since the Twelve Demons learned the Amcheonsura True Sutra.
The Twelve Demons were masters of greenery even before they learned the truth.
After he learned the truth, he never heard of losing to anyone. The Twelve Demon Army was defeated by a young thief in Obong Sanchae.
"yes… … .”
Even thinking about it, Master Yin Wind was pathetic, so he lowered his head.
“If you are young, how old are you?”
“I hear he is less than twenty.”
"omg!"
At that age, the period of entering martial arts would have been about ten years. It's similar to the period during which the twelve demons learned the truth, but did you lose? That's impossible, no matter how invincible it is.
“You said you were drunk?”
“Yes, a little… … .”
“Tsk! If I get drunk, I might lose to you guys. That's why I didn't tell you to put a scab on your ear. Don't drink to get drunk."
Seokmuhae attributed the defeat of Eumpung Myogun to alcohol. That's because it's not explained. Of course, even so, it's still hard to accept.
“Did you know about that kid?”
"yes. His name is Yeonjeokhara, but it is said that the owner of Obong Sanchae saved him from dying last year. After that, he seems to have been forced to live in the wild. Recently, it is being called Obong Tengeol.”
“Five bongs and ten girls?”
“It refers to the ten thieves in Obong Sanchae. It is a fairly well-known name among merchants traveling to and from southern Henan Province.”
"hmm! Did they attend this greening contest too?”
“Yes, yesterday I checked your face from a distance.”
“What is the inaction of Five Bons and Ten Girls?”
“You can think of them as green forest to third-rate. One young one is great, the rest are nothing special. You didn't even dare to make eye contact with me."
Seo Mu-hae nodded his head as if he understood.
It was said that he was just an ordinary thief who was widely spread in the green forest.
"In the end, you're saying that out of 5 bongs and 10 girls, only one of them is worth using."
"That's right. Would you like to meet separately?”
“If I step out, it’s like I’m just giving that kid a shot. Find out if he goes to the rain. It's not too late to meet later."
"yes."
Eventually, Seokmuhae turned his gaze to the Twelve Demons.
“Did you guys hear that too? We don't know yet if the kid will participate or not. If you participate, you should not be vigilant because you are young.”
"yes."
“Don’t worry.”
“We will step on it.”
The Twelve Demons responded vigorously.
No one thought that he would lose to a kid less than 20 years old.
***
Luoyang eastern side language.
Waryongjang.
Someone is vigorously swinging a sword in the gymnasium.
The second is the winning streak. As an Indan instructor, he has been living in the gymnasium these days. He is trying not to be looked down upon by his disciples from Nangin.
Yeonmubaek, who happened to pass by the gymnasium, watched him with happy eyes. He becomes Indan's martial arts instructor, and he seems to practice every single day.
Currently, there are three masters teaching martial arts at Waryongjang. He himself is in charge of the Temple of Heaven, his uncle Yan Ji-Pyeong is in charge of Ji-Dan, and his younger brother, Yeon Seung-Baek, is in charge of In-Dan.
Seung-baek, who was practicing swordsmanship in the middle of it, tilted his head.
Which one you don't like
The smoke bag smiled and approached.
“Haha, what do you think?”
“Oh, brother. My arms are not moving smoothly.”
Yeon Seung-baek, who used to politely call him older brother because he was unfamiliar with him after seeing him for the first time in 10 years, now spoke comfortably.
“Kowloon Transition?”
"huh. It’s the only movement method in the old world law.”
"yes."
“Is there any reason to gather energy by moving nine times?”
It is natural for Yeon Seung-baek to feel puzzled. If he moves nine times, that means he misses the opportunity to cut nine times. In practice, even a single knife is a waste.
Hyeonmubaek replied with a smile.
“That must mean that the power of the last old style is great. I heard that his father also used the old-style roe sword as a lifesaving measure while he was still alive.”
The eight ceremony, Guryongbeonshin, leads to the old ceremony, Loegumbunhyeong. In a word, it is to collect bets with the eight-type Guryongbeonshin and unfold the old-style Loegombun-type.
Yeon Seungbaek looked at Yeonmubaek with meaningful eyes.
“How does your brother look?”
"what?"
“Putting out the eight and old forms in conjunction, and unfolding the old forms separately. Which do you think is better? I think it's much better to write separately. I'll show you. Take a look.”
Yeon Seung-baek moved before Yeon Mu-baek could say anything.
The soles of Yeon Seung-baek's feet moved as if they were brushing the ground and stepped on nine directions.
And he thrust out his sword using the old-style lightning sword-bunting technique.
shhh.
Sharp sword winds poured in with the sound of cutting through the air.
“This time, I’ll just spread out the renge count.”
Seung Seung Baek raised the power of the Celestial Dragon Musang Shin Gong to the extreme, then shook his sword.
nettle liquid.
A powerful sword wind that was incomparable to the eight-style and the old-style chain was poured out. If the eight-type and old-type linkages were strong winds, it was a typhoon that unfolded alone.
Yeon Seungbaek said with a triumphant face.
“The reason why I am stronger when I use the old formula alone than when I use Yeonhwan seems to be the difference in concentration. After all, we are based on the Celestial Dragon's Musang Gong. I became stronger by eliminating the Eight Ceremonies and focusing on the Celestial Dragon's Spirit Art. What do you think bro? Do you think I'm getting it wrong?”
Hyeonmu Baek looked at his brother with his eyes mixed with grandeur and confusion.
“Actually, I thought about that too a long time ago. I've asked Uncle Namgung for advice before.”
“Ah, you knew that too. What does your uncle say?”
“The Yeon Clan said it would be difficult to determine until they saw the lost Hyeonnyeokyung.”
“I think adults always say the same thing. You have to think about what is best for what you have now. is not it?"
Hyeonmu Baek nodded his head and said.
“I asked the elders in the family not too long ago, and my father said that he only used the rogue sword type. Everyone knows that it is better to use only the old style than to connect with the eight.”
“In the end, isn’t Guryongbeonshin like a gyereuk? There is no use for it, and it is a waste to throw it away.”
“But there might be supernormal abilities in it that we don’t know about. So don't take it lightly. Then, even the ceremony to sell may not be passed on to future generations.”
“I know that much. He said he asked him because he wanted to see if my thoughts were correct.”
“Yes, is it confirmed?”
“Uh, it seems that the Loegumbun type is a really great herbivore. Right now it's the sword wind, but someday I'll pour out my sword skills like my older brother, right?"
“That depends on how well you master the Celestial Dragon's Magical Art. Uncle Yeon said that our simbeop seems to have come from the Kunryun sect.”
“Gunryun?”
“Uh, Moonpa-rae of the old Taoist family in Saeui. They say that they are a mystery cult that doesn’t show up in the world.”
“In a word, is it great?”
"yes. The Simbeop we learned is as amazing as the Lost Hyeonnyeogyeong. So don't be discouraged.”
“Suddenly, I want to see my older brother’s thunderbolt bunting with the Celestial Dragon. Show me some.”
“Whoops! You mean you want to see the real face of the Loegombun-hyung?”
"uh."
Yeonseungbaek nodded his head.
All he can do is swordplay. The difference between the manifestation of sword energy and the sky and the earth.
"Look Carefully."
Hyeonmoo Bag walked to the gymnasium for his brother.
Then, with the air power of the Celestial Dragon Musang Singong, it spread lightning-sword strikes like thunderbolts.
Tsutsutsutsu.
Four sword spirits bloomed from the tip of the sword.
The sword blade flew straight ahead about three sheets (about 9 meters) before disappearing.
Hyeonmubaek, who had withdrawn the sword, calmed down his rough breathing.
“Wow! amazing."
“Amazing… … . My father said he used nine sword skills in his prime.”
“You are still young.”
Hyeonmubaek laughed.
According to his brother, he himself is still young.
After a little more time, he might be able to draw out the nine sword skills.
***
Gangnam Mansapyeong.
Finally, the day of the Green Forest Competition dawned.
The leader of the general election, Seo Wu-hae, declared a match against the thieves gathered from all over the world. The thieves cheered when he said, “I will select patrol and protection with a sword fairly.”
Unlike the other thieves who are full of excitement, Oh Bon 10 Girl has a calm face as if it were someone else's business.
In fact, except for Yeonjeokha, Obongsipgeol is not at a level that can compete with Chaeju. The only person who is qualified to participate in the martial arts competition is Yeonjeokha.
If he leaves, even winning will be a piece of cake.
However, he announced to the Eumpoong Myogun who came last night that he would not participate in the match. Naturally, the eyes of Obong Ten Girl watching the match were withered.
Jang So-bong, the sixth person, glanced at Yeonjeokha and asked.
“Ah Yeon, are you really not going to the match?”
"yes."
"why? It would be nice to do something like patrol or security.”
“It’s annoying. If you take on that kind of thing, you have to go all over the place. Why are you doing that boring thing?”
“Well, it will be difficult.”
Weary from her two-month trip, Jangsang-bong nodded her head understandingly.
The number of thieves from seventy-two wilds is about a thousand.
reached In order to speed up the process, Shin Ju-goe Woo Geum-young, the musketeer, personally served as the moderator.
Hundreds of Madou expressed their intention to participate in this opportunity to seize power. Among them, the Twelve Demon Army, a disciple of Chong Pyo-do, was also mixed.
Even the obong ten girls, who were squeamish at first, fell in love with the dance as time went on. Most of them were petty thieves or slash-and-burn farmers, so I had never seen a fight of this scale.
Ha So-baek, who was watching the dance, said with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Still, it’s really fun.”
Everything seems strange to Ha So-baek, who became a Moorim person in the life of a day laborer.
At that time, the Twelve Demon Army, Gwangdoingun, leaped into the air and threw pottery at the opponent.
Ha So-baek, who exclaimed ‘Ah!’ at that scene, asked Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Brother, last time I fought the robbers dressed in black.”
"huh?"
“You moved your body several times in the air. Why did you do that?”
She wondered why Yeonjeokha didn't use his sword at once like Gwangdoingun. Of course, it was cool to fly around the sky.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 38 - You want to see the real you?
Pacheon Demon-gun Seok Mu-hae has a dream.
It is to unite the power of greenery and stand shoulder to shoulder with Chilpaimun.
It is for this reason that he passed on his martial arts to the late exponents of Nokrim. Through them, he tried to manage 36 wild and aquatic plants.
Now that the number has increased to seventy-two, the role of the Twelve Demon Army has become even more important.
That's why I thought of the Greening Contest.
In fact, the purpose of the Green Forest Contest was not for friendship among thieves. Rather, it was to give the Twelve Demons an official position in the green forest, such as guarding and patrolling. Only then can greening be effectively controlled.
Seo Mu-hae looked at the Eumpung Tomb with a benevolent smile on his face.
"So what's going on?"
“Actually, I went to Obong Sanchae in southern Henan Province with an invitation… … .”
Eumpungmyogun honestly confessed what happened to him two months ago. Then he quietly held out his right hand, which was still being treated, to check the wound.
“So you mean you were defeated by a young thief from Obong Sanchae? Are you the Twelve Demon Soldier?”
Seomuhae is a face that can't be trusted at all.
That's also because it's already been ten years since the Twelve Demons learned the Amcheonsura True Sutra.
The Twelve Demons were masters of greenery even before they learned the truth.
After he learned the truth, he never heard of losing to anyone. The Twelve Demon Army was defeated by a young thief in Obong Sanchae.
"yes… … .”
Even thinking about it, Master Yin Wind was pathetic, so he lowered his head.
“If you are young, how old are you?”
“I hear he is less than twenty.”
"omg!"
At that age, the period of entering martial arts would have been about ten years. It's similar to the period during which the twelve demons learned the truth, but did you lose? That's impossible, no matter how invincible it is.
“You said you were drunk?”
“Yes, a little… … .”
“Tsk! If I get drunk, I might lose to you guys. That's why I didn't tell you to put a scab on your ear. Don't drink to get drunk."
Seokmuhae attributed the defeat of Eumpung Myogun to alcohol. That's because it's not explained. Of course, even so, it's still hard to accept.
“Did you know about that kid?”
"yes. His name is Yeonjeokhara, but it is said that the owner of Obong Sanchae saved him from dying last year. After that, he seems to have been forced to live in the wild. Recently, it is being called Obong Tengeol.”
“Five bongs and ten girls?”
“It refers to the ten thieves in Obong Sanchae. It is a fairly well-known name among merchants traveling to and from southern Henan Province.”
"hmm! Did they attend this greening contest too?”
“Yes, yesterday I checked your face from a distance.”
“What is the inaction of Five Bons and Ten Girls?”
“You can think of them as green forest to third-rate. One young one is great, the rest are nothing special. You didn't even dare to make eye contact with me."
Seo Mu-hae nodded his head as if he understood.
It was said that he was just an ordinary thief who was widely spread in the green forest.
"In the end, you're saying that out of 5 bongs and 10 girls, only one of them is worth using."
"That's right. Would you like to meet separately?”
“If I step out, it’s like I’m just giving that kid a shot. Find out if he goes to the rain. It's not too late to meet later."
"yes."
Eventually, Seokmuhae turned his gaze to the Twelve Demons.
“Did you guys hear that too? We don't know yet if the kid will participate or not. If you participate, you should not be vigilant because you are young.”
"yes."
“Don’t worry.”
“We will step on it.”
The Twelve Demons responded vigorously.
No one thought that he would lose to a kid less than 20 years old.
***
Luoyang eastern side language.
Waryongjang.
Someone is vigorously swinging a sword in the gymnasium.
The second is the winning streak. As an Indan instructor, he has been living in the gymnasium these days. He is trying not to be looked down upon by his disciples from Nangin.
Yeonmubaek, who happened to pass by the gymnasium, watched him with happy eyes. He becomes Indan's martial arts instructor, and he seems to practice every single day.
Currently, there are three masters teaching martial arts at Waryongjang. He himself is in charge of the Temple of Heaven, his uncle Yan Ji-Pyeong is in charge of Ji-Dan, and his younger brother, Yeon Seung-Baek, is in charge of In-Dan.
Seung-baek, who was practicing swordsmanship in the middle of it, tilted his head.
Which one you don't like
The smoke bag smiled and approached.
“Haha, what do you think?”
“Oh, brother. My arms are not moving smoothly.”
Yeon Seung-baek, who used to politely call him older brother because he was unfamiliar with him after seeing him for the first time in 10 years, now spoke comfortably.
“Kowloon Transition?”
"huh. It’s the only movement method in the old world law.”
"yes."
“Is there any reason to gather energy by moving nine times?”
It is natural for Yeon Seung-baek to feel puzzled. If he moves nine times, that means he misses the opportunity to cut nine times. In practice, even a single knife is a waste.
Hyeonmubaek replied with a smile.
“That must mean that the power of the last old style is great. I heard that his father also used the old-style roe sword as a lifesaving measure while he was still alive.”
The eight ceremony, Guryongbeonshin, leads to the old ceremony, Loegumbunhyeong. In a word, it is to collect bets with the eight-type Guryongbeonshin and unfold the old-style Loegombun-type.
Yeon Seungbaek looked at Yeonmubaek with meaningful eyes.
“How does your brother look?”
"what?"
“Putting out the eight and old forms in conjunction, and unfolding the old forms separately. Which do you think is better? I think it's much better to write separately. I'll show you. Take a look.”
Yeon Seung-baek moved before Yeon Mu-baek could say anything.
The soles of Yeon Seung-baek's feet moved as if they were brushing the ground and stepped on nine directions.
And he thrust out his sword using the old-style lightning sword-bunting technique.
shhh.
Sharp sword winds poured in with the sound of cutting through the air.
“This time, I’ll just spread out the renge count.”
Seung Seung Baek raised the power of the Celestial Dragon Musang Shin Gong to the extreme, then shook his sword.
nettle liquid.
A powerful sword wind that was incomparable to the eight-style and the old-style chain was poured out. If the eight-type and old-type linkages were strong winds, it was a typhoon that unfolded alone.
Yeon Seungbaek said with a triumphant face.
“The reason why I am stronger when I use the old formula alone than when I use Yeonhwan seems to be the difference in concentration. After all, we are based on the Celestial Dragon's Musang Gong. I became stronger by eliminating the Eight Ceremonies and focusing on the Celestial Dragon's Spirit Art. What do you think bro? Do you think I'm getting it wrong?”
Hyeonmu Baek looked at his brother with his eyes mixed with grandeur and confusion.
“Actually, I thought about that too a long time ago. I've asked Uncle Namgung for advice before.”
“Ah, you knew that too. What does your uncle say?”
“The Yeon Clan said it would be difficult to determine until they saw the lost Hyeonnyeokyung.”
“I think adults always say the same thing. You have to think about what is best for what you have now. is not it?"
Hyeonmu Baek nodded his head and said.
“I asked the elders in the family not too long ago, and my father said that he only used the rogue sword type. Everyone knows that it is better to use only the old style than to connect with the eight.”
“In the end, isn’t Guryongbeonshin like a gyereuk? There is no use for it, and it is a waste to throw it away.”
“But there might be supernormal abilities in it that we don’t know about. So don't take it lightly. Then, even the ceremony to sell may not be passed on to future generations.”
“I know that much. He said he asked him because he wanted to see if my thoughts were correct.”
“Yes, is it confirmed?”
“Uh, it seems that the Loegumbun type is a really great herbivore. Right now it's the sword wind, but someday I'll pour out my sword skills like my older brother, right?"
“That depends on how well you master the Celestial Dragon's Magical Art. Uncle Yeon said that our simbeop seems to have come from the Kunryun sect.”
“Gunryun?”
“Uh, Moonpa-rae of the old Taoist family in Saeui. They say that they are a mystery cult that doesn’t show up in the world.”
“In a word, is it great?”
"yes. The Simbeop we learned is as amazing as the Lost Hyeonnyeogyeong. So don't be discouraged.”
“Suddenly, I want to see my older brother’s thunderbolt bunting with the Celestial Dragon. Show me some.”
“Whoops! You mean you want to see the real face of the Loegombun-hyung?”
"uh."
Yeonseungbaek nodded his head.
All he can do is swordplay. The difference between the manifestation of sword energy and the sky and the earth.
"Look Carefully."
Hyeonmoo Bag walked to the gymnasium for his brother.
Then, with the air power of the Celestial Dragon Musang Singong, it spread lightning-sword strikes like thunderbolts.
Tsutsutsutsu.
Four sword spirits bloomed from the tip of the sword.
The sword blade flew straight ahead about three sheets (about 9 meters) before disappearing.
Hyeonmubaek, who had withdrawn the sword, calmed down his rough breathing.
“Wow! amazing."
“Amazing… … . My father said he used nine sword skills in his prime.”
“You are still young.”
Hyeonmubaek laughed.
According to his brother, he himself is still young.
After a little more time, he might be able to draw out the nine sword skills.
***
Gangnam Mansapyeong.
Finally, the day of the Green Forest Competition dawned.
The leader of the general election, Seo Wu-hae, declared a match against the thieves gathered from all over the world. The thieves cheered when he said, “I will select patrol and protection with a sword fairly.”
Unlike the other thieves who are full of excitement, Oh Bon 10 Girl has a calm face as if it were someone else's business.
In fact, except for Yeonjeokha, Obongsipgeol is not at a level that can compete with Chaeju. The only person who is qualified to participate in the martial arts competition is Yeonjeokha.
If he leaves, even winning will be a piece of cake.
However, he announced to the Eumpoong Myogun who came last night that he would not participate in the match. Naturally, the eyes of Obong Ten Girl watching the match were withered.
Jang So-bong, the sixth person, glanced at Yeonjeokha and asked.
“Ah Yeon, are you really not going to the match?”
"yes."
"why? It would be nice to do something like patrol or security.”
“It’s annoying. If you take on that kind of thing, you have to go all over the place. Why are you doing that boring thing?”
“Well, it will be difficult.”
Weary from her two-month trip, Jangsang-bong nodded her head understandingly.
The number of thieves from seventy-two wilds is about a thousand.
reached In order to speed up the process, Shin Ju-goe Woo Geum-young, the musketeer, personally served as the moderator.
Hundreds of Madou expressed their intention to participate in this opportunity to seize power. Among them, the Twelve Demon Army, a disciple of Chong Pyo-do, was also mixed.
Even the obong ten girls, who were squeamish at first, fell in love with the dance as time went on. Most of them were petty thieves or slash-and-burn farmers, so I had never seen a fight of this scale.
Ha So-baek, who was watching the dance, said with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Still, it’s really fun.”
Everything seems strange to Ha So-baek, who became a Moorim person in the life of a day laborer.
At that time, the Twelve Demon Army, Gwangdoingun, leaped into the air and threw pottery at the opponent.
Ha So-baek, who exclaimed ‘Ah!’ at that scene, asked Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Brother, last time I fought the robbers dressed in black.”
"huh?"
“You moved your body several times in the air. Why did you do that?”
She wondered why Yeonjeokha didn't use his sword at once like Gwangdoingun. Of course, it was cool to fly around the sky.
