Episode 352


    ‘I never would have thought that herbivores existed that I didn’t know about.’


    Should I say that it is like catching a mouse while a cow is backing up?


    I felt dazed.


    ‘If it is a historical martial family, it would not be surprising if there are one or two secret secrets that are passed down only through oral tradition.’


    To be honest, I didn’t really feel it.


    The sword technique I had been using since my previous life was actually imperfect.


    I didn’t know how to ept this fact.


    ‘Compared to the traces of other herbivores, it is quite messy.’


    I sat down with my butt on the floor and looked closely at the sword marks on the wall.


    Just how great of an herbivore is it that it leaves behind such huge marks?


    Even Cheonwol, a herbivore that forms countless energy swords, would not be to this extent.


    ‘I’m embarrassed.’


    There was no detailed exnation written down, and it was impossible to figure out how to spread herbivory just by looking at the traces.


    The problem was that Wolhwajang copsed a long time ago, and it was extremely unlikely that there would be any survivors who inherited the family’s military education.


    ‘If there was such a person, he would have shown himself long ago.’


    I could not expect teachings and advice from others.


    I had to learn the twenty-fifth herbivorous meal on my own.


    ‘The answer may lie in the twenty-four herbivores that I have practiced so far.’


    The herbivores of Wolyeonggeom were organically connected to each other.


    For example, Banwol, the fifth herbivore, was abination of Manwol, the third herbivorous, and Chamwol, the fourth herbivorous.


    Sakwol, the 15th herbivore, and Myeongwol, the 16th herbivore, were symmetrical to each other.


    The same was true for Suwol, the twenty-third herbivore, and Cheonwol, the twenty-fourth herbivore.


    Although the forms are different, they all have the same roots.


    ‘wait.’


    As I was thinking about various things, I realized one thing and let out a quiet exmation.


    I had forgotten the most important fact.


    Wolyeonggeom is a fantastic sword.


    Heocho (虛招) could not cut through the wall.


    It was impossible to clearly determine the nature of herbivory just from the traces left on the wall.


    The reason why I thought of the Wolyeonggeom when I looked at the wall of the training room was because I was a martial artist who had been training my whole life and knew all of its characteristics, not because the marks left on the wall were perfect.


    ‘I don’t know why I only noticed it now. The traces of thest herbivory are different from other traces.’


    It was different from other traces, with only the truth excluding the illusion.


    Thest traces of herbivory were all exposed.


    As if he was trying to show me a sample.


    ‘A wee image was ced over the traces of herbivory.’


    After realizing this, my perspective on the traces also changed.


    I thought it was overly messy, but it turns out that wasn’t the case.


    The traces connected to the center were deeply cut, while the remaining traces were shallow, as if they had been scraped with a sword.


    The deeply dug traces are real grass and the shallow traces are grass.


    Unlike other herbivores, the final herbivory has its own kind exnation.


    ‘First, let’s remember the shape. No, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make a rubbing on arge piece of paper.’


    If I didn’t know it, I would have known it, but now that I know it, I had to learn it.


    Restoring a lost herbivore will never be an easy task.


    But it was well worth the time and effort.


    ‘It would be nice if I could at least know the name of the herbivore.’


    I left my regret behind and closed my eyes.


    I tried to demonstrate herbivory in my head hundreds of times.


    By the time I came to my senses, realizing that I had be too engrossed, it was already well past noon.


    I got up from my seat, took a long breath, and left the practice room.


    Normally, the beggar in my stomach would have loudly asserted itself, but perhaps because I was excited, I didn’t feel hungry.


    “Whoa.”


    King Mokwon asked the government to prepare paper and food, made a rubbing, and returned the jars that had been taken out to their original ces.


    After finishing all the cleaning up.


    I lightly bent my neck to retrieve the sacred object embedded in the central pir, and the entrance to the basement disappeared along with a nking noise.


    “…….”


    After staring at the floor for a while, I slowly walked out of the warehouse.


    * * *


    “I received a call from Haomun.”


    Late at night.


    Cheon Ga-ryeong quietly visited my lodgings and handed me a letter.


    I opened the letter, scanned its contents, and my eyes lit up.


    There was information about Meng Jing, a former disciple of King Jie.


    “You’re telling me more smoothly than I thought.”


    “Did you think I was going to ask for your understanding and say I couldn’t tell you?”


    “To be honest, it was. He is a disciple who has followed the progress of the King. “From Hao Wen’s perspective, he would be a person with infinite utility.”


    “It is true that Meng Jing has been able to avoid the public eye until now thanks to Hao Wen, but that does not mean that Hao Wen was protecting him.”


    “what do you mean?”


    “To be exact, the sect he relies on made a deal with Hao Wen. “The fact that Meng Kyung’s existence is hidden is just a bonus.”


    I nodded in understanding.


    What Jiewang said to me earlier shed through my mind.


    [Maeng Kyung. It’s true that he’s a bad guy, but he’s not a viin who doesn’t even know the bare minimum. I will not refuse even thest request of my teacher.]


    Even though he abandoned his duties and ran away, he was said to still have at least a conscience.


    At least it seems that he didn’t sell the monk’s vision andmit himself to Haomun.


    Perhaps Hao Mun also regarded his existence as a curse.


    I don’t want to leave anything that could conflict with openness, but I also can’t just remove the target.


    If you lead his recruits to the open without being specifically asked to do so, the reputation of the n will be damaged.


    I wondered if this was the reason why he immediately gave a positive response to my request to hand over Meng-gyeong.


    “Anyway, I was entrusted to an unexpected ce. “Sangsalmun.”


    Sangsalmun (祥殺門).


    Apostolic school in Guangxi.


    I knew that the allied forces of the Guangxi branch of the Murim League and the political faction centered on the Hongwon family were in sharp conflict with that faction.


    The master of the gate, Gwibaekjo (鬼魄爪), was a master of the Hwagyeong and a strong man who would have upied the upper ranks of the Baekdae masters if he had been a Baekdo figure.


    ‘It reminds me of the old days.’


    While Bangcheoksam was wandering around looking for the sacred object left behind by Muyeong Shintu, I, along with the Grand Duke of the Manjang family, attracted the attention of Sangsalmun.


    The face of the noble swan I had briefly seen at the time came to mind.


    ‘I didn’t know there would be a reason to visit Sangsalmun Gate like this.’


    It wasn’t something that could be thought of so simply.


    Sangsalmun is the greatest Wulin faction in Guangxi.


    It was also a faction that was constantly fighting for power with the Baekdo Allied Forces.


    There was no way he would wee me warmly, as he was a high-ranking member of the Murim Alliance.


    ‘I’m worried.’


    ording to the contents of the information sheet sent by Haomun, it seemed that the man presumed to be Meng Gyeong and Sangsalmunju had a close rtionship.


    Even if we roughly calcte the period of time that Menggyeong stayed at Sangsalmun, it was more than ten years.


    Judging from the fact that he allowed him to stay for so long, it is highly likely that Sangsalmunju had a crush on Menggyeong.


    It didn’t ur to me that I could simply take over Meng Kyung’s recruits.


    ‘But it is also difficult to help the Allied Forces and destroy Sangsalmun Gate.’


    Regardless of justification or practicality, if Gwibaekjo and Menggyeong were close friends, it was not best to cause damage to Sangsalmun.


    The role that King Jie wants to entrust to Meng Jing is to guide and assist Yuanlong (夗龍).


    But what if a huge blow is inflicted on Sangsalmun and Meng-gyeong is forcibly dragged away?


    I can assure you that he would never teach his priest with sincerity.


    The point was that I had to make Meng-gyeong follow me voluntarily.


    “What are you going to do?”


    “well. “The easiest way would be threats.”


    “Threat?”


    “If you don’t listen to me, I won’t leave Sangsalmun alone. “If I send you a letter with such information, wouldn’t you obediently respond to the call for the sake of the sect that hid you for over ten years?”


    “…….”


    “Of course, I won’t do that because if I do something wrong, Meng Kyung’s existence could be revealed to the surface.”


    Seeing Cheon Ga-ryeong looking at me with a shocked expression, I pursed my lips and let out augh.


    I put down the information sheet on the table and organized my thoughts.


    The fact that King Jie’s former disciple betrayed the monk and fled at night was not known to the martial artsmunity.


    This is probably because the opening party nned and covered up the matter.


    Of course, the process of persuading Meng Jing and taking him to King Jie should not have been noisy.


    That was far from Jiewang’s wishes.


    Therefore, threats using the Dragon King’s reputation had to be left out of the question for now.


    If I, rather than anyone else, intervened in the conflict in Guangxi, too much attention would be drawn.


    ‘It must be handled as quietly as possible. How should I cook it?…’


    * * *


    “Thank you so much.”


    “Please take a look.”


    My group and I said goodbye to Mok Won-ho, left Sega, and set off on our journey.


    Thanks to eating well and resting well for a few days, everyone’s faces were oily.


    ‘I somehow ended up staying at Mokwon House for five days.’


    It was entirely my fault that the departure date was dyed.


    Originally, I was only nning to stay for a day or two, but my stay got longer as I unexpectedly discovered traces of Wolhwajang.


    ‘Have you ever been so immersed in martial arts research sincepleting the improvement of Yuryeongbo (幽靈步)?’


    To implement the 25th herbivorous diet, I meditated all day, except for eating and sleeping.


    I still couldn’t figure it out.


    What kind of secret is there in herbivory?


    What kind of illusion should we create?


    How should one add or subtract strength and distribute internal energy?


    Nothing was certain.


    Sinui, who had put down his luggage in the luggagepartment of the carriage, said as if he was throwing it away.


    “It looks like Sogaju has entered into closed-gwan training.”


    “yes?”


    “I heard that it was not an arbitrary decision, but that the head of Mokwon ordered him to be confined to the trainingplex for a month. “Didn’t you know?”


    “I had no idea.”


    “What if you, the person whomitted the crime, don’t know about it?”


    “…….”


    “I’ve been preupied with other things these past few days. “Isn’t it about time you came to your senses?”


    I smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of my head.


    Because my interest had faded, I hadpletely forgotten about Mokwongi.


    Even though he was the reason I came to visit the Mokwon family in the first ce.


    ‘I don’t know what to say. ‘I was definitely excited like a child.’


    The journey to Seongsan went smoothly.


    There were no gangs of thieves blocking the way, and no unexpected idents urred.


    Two days passed and the carriage finally reached its destination.


    I sighed a little as I read the words written in warrior-like handwriting on therge front door.


    Shaolin Temple.


    A sect that is like the spiritual leader of Baekdo Martial Arts.


    In the end, I came and left.


    In a den of thieves who are obsessed with breaking the heads of demons by exchanging taffy for the precepts of non-killing and living.


    Perhaps it was because I was a demonic cultist in my past life, but my shoulders became stiff with an instinctive feeling of rejection.


    I got off the carriage with a stern expression and muttered to myself.


    ‘Let’s stay alert.’