The Thousand-Slayer Swordsman Association-Episode 54
〈 54Tue 〉 Yukjang’s journey, fate (4）
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Kwak Chil was a third-rate warrior..
From the day he first picked up a wooden sword when he was very young, he has been a third-rate warrior ever since..
Because I have no talent.
Even though I admired the charlatans who sailed the rivers, the problem was that I had a cursed talent that prevented me from being like them..
Nevertheless, Kwak Chil admired the thief..
He was a man who was immersed in the romance of the two letters Mu(?) and Hyeop(?).
Fortunately, he also had the talent to express his thoughts..
Kwak Chil was a witty joker..
He also had excellent writing skills.
Since he could not bear to call for mercy with his sword, he tried to do it with his brush..
That was the secret story of the birth of a miscellaneous book called [Gangho Hyeopgaekjeon]..
Of course, it was a miscellaneous book, but it wasn't really useless..
Why not?.
It is a story that captures the essence of what a man has longed for his entire life..
“Through this book, I will let the whole world know what I think about cooperation.!”
In his younger days, Kwak Chil went on to become a powerhouse of his own under the pen name ‘Kwak Chilpyo’..
In this way, he raised his name by writing all kinds of wonderful stories of thief, such as the stories of the swordsmen's association and the stories of the people's association..
He thus earned the nickname.
Pilhyup (？？) Kwak Chil-pyo.
It was a byeolho full of the romance of performing a favor with a brush..
Perhaps that encouraged Kwak Chil's greed..
He wanted to sing a more romantic song and a more heart-warming song..
Ma Hyeop, the biggest mistake of Kwak Chil's life, went out into the world for that reason..
Kwak Chil just wanted to talk.
The association is alive and breathing in the hearts of everyone in the world, and it does not matter at all about status, location, or the life one has lived..
It was a truly pure dream, and so it was a dream thwarted by reality..
The reality was a little more cruel than Kwak Chil thought..
Kwak Chil defends Mine.!
Kwak Chil doesn’t know where the rumor came from..
Kwak Chil doesn’t even know how the rumor spread..
What is certain is that the reputation of 'Gangho Hyeopgaekjeon', on which he risked his life, was plunged into the abyss by a rumor that spread at some point..
Kwak Chil was afraid..
I was afraid that the people who had supported me the whole time had turned their backs on me, I was afraid of being captured by the Murim Alliance, and I was afraid of being criticized..
So I hid.
He broke the brush he had been holding his entire life and chose to live in silence..
It wasn't an easy choice.
Still, it was a choice that had to be made..
Time was truly fair and generous, and fortunately, it dulled Kwak Chil's heart a little..
Of course, it was inevitable that his passion was also a factor in dulling time..
It's been 20 years like that.
“I'm sorry!”
Mo Riwon knelt down and shouted..
There was such deep embarrassment on his face that it made the person watching feel sorry for him..
Kwak Chil smiled even while crying..
“no. I'm not crying because of my ink dragon, Daehyup..”
The old man's tears were so ugly, but no one really considered them ugly..
The smile that bloomed somewhere in the crying was so pitiful and heartbreaking that those who watched just looked at it with a light of sympathy..
“I say that because it reminds me of my old days..”
Kwak Chil wiped his eyes with a rough movement..
“…Yeah, it reminds me of old times. Gathering around like this and talking made me think of my childhood..”
“Okay, it's okay.?”
“It's okay. Oh, it's so good.”
Kwak Chil shook his shoulders and laughed..
The old man finally realized that he was not a sinner, and he cried and laughed out of relief and sorrow..
“I'm sorry for showing my disgrace. Okay, can you tell me a little more about that??”
“If it's a story….”
“The story of the Demonic Association. I'd like to hear more of my Inkryong Daehyup's opinion..”
Kwak Chil still didn't have the confidence to say that he was Kwak Chilpyo..
How could a writer who ran away without finishing the story be proud of himself?.
However, I still wanted to be comforted..
His words contained such warmth that Kwak Chil had no shame in asking..
Mok Riwon smiled brightly..
“then! I could do this all night long!”
“You don't have to do it overnight. Don't you have to go on the road tomorrow too?.”
“Oops!”
When Mok Ri-won made that sound, the people present burst into laughter..
Mok Riwon scratched the back of his head as if he was embarrassed, then slowly opened his mouth..
The story of a long night of discussion while sitting in front of a bonfire contained the yearning of a boy who had not yet become an adult..
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Danghwaseo was watching Mokriwon from a distance..
That's why I had no choice but to ask Mok Riwon..
“Why did that sign ring??”
“I didn't ring.!”
Mok Ri-won was shocked and said.
What follows is, of course, a long explanation..
I guess I should say that I was fortunate, because this time there was Zhuge Mountain to explain the matter, and the story itself was quite reasonable, so Danghwaseo was convinced..
“Looks like you had a good time. Fortunately, the.”
“It was such a fun time!”
Mokriwon said that and continued to chat..
The story goes that there were many things in common with a man named Kwak Chil..
They promised to have a drink and talk tomorrow evening, and even said they would pitch their own tent from now on..
Danghwaseo chuckled at that..
So I had a fun late night..
It was the second day of the trip..
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There was a fairly large mountain village at the pass of the mountain range leading from Anhui to Wuhan..
It was a hideout for bandits..
However, unlike what comes to mind when thinking of a mountain village, the scene unfolding there now was strange..
It was too desolate and dirty to be considered a hideout for bandits..
The fences were all down..
Everything that served as a house was collapsed and swaying at one point or another, and red blood was dripping everywhere..
It was like that from the smell..
The musty smell of unwashed men, or the smell of excrement flowing out of a poop, came from the wild plants, but the only thing that came out was the scent of blood and the smell of blood..
There were people sitting there..
“lender. came.”
The man in black military uniform bowed his head deeply..
Then the man who received the bow raised his head..
The man's behavior was also strange..
He was wearing the same black military uniform as the man who bowed his head just before, but unlike him, he had a dirty look that was hard to find even after washing my eyes and looking for it..
The hair that was wild and fluttering here and there, the whites of the eyes were all bloodshot, and the sparse beard were all in the form of a madman..
“Mukryong, that’s a funny name..”
the man laughed.
“How can it not be funny to pretend to be a dragon when talking about the devil?.”
The man's yellow teeth were revealed along with his lips..
The head of the clean-cut man who was performing the ritual sank further..
“You are right..”
“Yes, isn’t it unfair? Such humans can also become dragons, so why are we the only ones called devils?.”
The man's smile became stronger.
There was a hint of resentment in the words he spoke, but the man's expression was truly happy..
“I also want to become a fighting dragon (??), not a fighting horse (??).”
The man stood up.
“So I guess I have to resolve this injustice..”
The redness of the whites of the eyes has become darker..
Gwonma (？？) Paewongchu.
He let out a breath thick with pleasure and looked in the direction where the main street would be..
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The journey has lasted five days..
Today, as the journey continues without much risk, the tension among the mourners is gradually easing..
Mok Ri-won was walking down the street with a face that looked particularly happy today..
“Sozer, you know what.?”
“what do you mean?”
“Ya Myeong-ju said that they actually split huge pieces of jade into pieces of a certain size and then sell them! I thought they were all the same size from the beginning!”
“Of course, you might think that if you have never seen a large nightshade..”
“Sojeo has seen a large night wine.?”
Mok Riwon’s eyes widened..
Danghwaseo chuckled..
“Didn’t you grow up in a well-to-do family?.”
Of course, it was a family with only bad memories, but in terms of wealth and status, the Sacheondangmun was one of the best in the world..
To that extent, Danghwaseo has also seen quite a few treasures..
Only then did Mo Liwon nod his head, saying, ‘Acha!’.
“I guess so... . I thought Sojeo was an amazing story, but it's a shame..”
“Was that also what a man named Kwak Chil told you??”
“exactly. Daein Kwak really knows a lot..”
“I guess it's something that comes from age. Because you must have seen as many things as you have lived..”
It's been a conversation that's been going on for the past few days..
When the sun sets, Mok Riwon runs to Kwak Chil and hears Kang Ho's many stories from him, and tells them to Dang Hwa Seo during the day..
Among them, there were stories that Danghwaseo knew, and there were stories that were surprising to Danghwaseo as well, so the conversation between the two continued in quite a variety of ways..
“Well, even considering that, the man named Kwak Chil seemed to know a lot. It was the first time I heard of a fox spirit from Hebei with only a pure white tail..”
“hmm! That story was really fun! How about listening to Sojeo’s story together today? Daein Kwak is very good at speaking, so he will be able to focus much more on the story than listening to me..”
“it's okay. I don't think this is bad either.”
This is also the invitation and rejection that has been going on for the past few days..
The leisurely journey in a peaceful atmosphere was special to Danghwaseo..
If we continue like this for five more days, the journey will be over..
The moment Danghwaseo remembers a strange feeling of regret in such a state of mind..
“…enemy.”
Mokriwon recited like that..
Mok Ri-won's expression began to turn extremely cold..
In response, I quickly expanded my spirit..
‘…there is.’
There are people who are caught by the waves..
As soon as he realized it, Danghwaseo shouted.
“Enemy!”
the procession stopped.
And the messengers looked confused, but soon saw the nearby bushes shaking and began to draw their weapons..
ridge!
ridge!
ridge!
The drum sounded.
“enemy!”
“boundary! on alert!”
The cries of the martyrs fill the streets..
In the meantime, there was someone who ran out one step faster than others..
It was Mokriwon..
sreung.
Mok Riwon drew his sword and ran at the head of the group..
Silent energy waves were already leaking out from his body..
‘live.’
this was to live.
It wasn't just living, it was the deepest living that Mok Riwon had ever felt in his life..
Mokriwon’s heart was beating wildly..
Breathing began to rapidly exceed the normal range and thoughts began to focus on one point..
‘different.’
It was a strange feeling to just live..
There was a sense of crisis and at the same time a feeling of despair..
If I had to describe this, it should have been called ‘comfort.’.
Mokriwon headed to the lead with doubts in mind..
And as my instincts guided me, I stretched out my sword with all my might..
Kwaaang!
There, at some point, a wave of blood-red energy appeared, aiming for the leader of the line..
Mokriwon's energy wave defeated the blood-red energy wave..
Then a stranger jumped out from the bushes..
“Nice to meet you!”
A gunman with wild hair appeared and stretched out his fists toward Mokriwon..
Mok Riwon shed it with his sword..
The moment the distance between two people narrows, the moment their eyes meet again.
Mo Ri-won felt his heart sink..
‘…Magi(？？）.’
his instincts said.
This is the spirit of the devil.
Noon on the fifth day of the journey.
Mok Riwon met a person for the first time in his life..
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