Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

75 – Execution Priest (12)

Let’s start an unexpected chase under the lonely night sky with the moon rising.

She remembers that when she first met Wang Miyang, she asked if she was a fairy who came to pick up Sasseokcheon.

At the time, she was just taking out the words to distract her, but she never dreamed that they would turn around and chase after them like a real play.

“Su, Master, wait a minute-!!”

“… ….”

Anyway, fortunately for me, a lame person with a broken cane, the late-night chase did not last long.

Because Wang Mi-yang suddenly stopped running at my call.

Seeing as he didn’t run away in the first place, it seems that he didn’t really intend to shake it off.

Now, if I just say it well here….

“Why are you here?”

“First, let me say this before clearing up any misunderstandings. I was wrong. Sorry….”

“Sorry? What?”

“… Yes?”

Wang Mi-yang’s timbre mixed with various emotions at a low level made me completely revise my judgment.

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How can I say it? A feeling of something wrong rises up from within. I feel a tremendous pressure from the back of Wang Mi-yang, who only looked cute.

“What did I do wrong?”

An alarm goes off in my head. The male instinct imprinted in my body was telling me that I was very f*cked up right now.

I never dreamed that I would hear words in Moorim that I had never heard in my previous life.

Of course, the meaning is very different as it is the relationship between a disciple and a teacher, but rather, it makes me more nervous because of it.

It doesn’t matter if you’re proud of yourself, but….

I look at Wang Mi-yang’s slender shoulders, which drooped weakly.

If you doubted it, you could have doubted it enough.

My conscience is pricked by the fact that I broke the heart of my teacher, who believed in my words, accepted me as a disciple, and taught me non-martial skills.

From the inside, the voices of good and bad people criticize me resonate.

‘I picked up a poor old man and taught him martial arts, and then he killed his teacher-!!’

‘Woo~ Woo~ Throw up the Lee Sangpa Ice Field~ Throw it up~!!’

I fell to my knees and hit my head on the floor.

I didn’t actually make up my mind to change teachers, and I didn’t know if I would be able to overcome this situation well if I teased my tongue like usual.

… But I didn’t want to.

He has already lied to Wang Mi-yang.

Even if it can’t be helped because it’s a secret related to the identity of the Moorim official teacher. I didn’t want to lie to anyone who was sincere with me anymore.

So, without any rhetoric, I conveyed my sincerity to Wang Mi-yang, wishing her wrongdoing.

“I never intended to do such a disrespectful act to change teachers. But… I wanted to be strong.”

“When I look back on today’s fight, the more I look back, the more I feel pathetic and unsightly. I wanted to be better than I am now.”

“… So let’s look at the martial arts of the noble Murim Lord. Without realizing it, I asked for instruction.”

Originally, I tried to be concise. Words come out long I didn’t want to miss Wang Mi-yang.

“As a disciple, I should have consulted Master first. Sorry.”

After some time accompanied by silence.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching Sabaksabak.

“… Raise your head.”

Is it embarrassing to show heartache to a disciple that is not appropriate for his age? Wang Mi-yang, her face reddened, continued talking with her head slightly turned.

“Haa… If I was ugly, I would have seen more.”

As if she couldn’t help it, she let out a sigh and shyly extended a hand of reconciliation.

“So… that… Don’t worry alone, let’s be strong together.”

A teacher sometimes grows up with a student.

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“Eh? Master, are you thirty years old?”

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?”

Anyway, let’s clear up the misunderstanding and think we don’t know too much about each other. After moving from place to place, sitting on the floor and having a private conversation. I discovered an unexpected fact.

I thought you must be very old because you are a master of Banrohwandong.

You’re only 12 years older than me. It’s a belt band.

“No, but why did you pretend to be old?”

“Sir, isn’t it old when you’re 30… ?”

Since the average life expectancy is low in this era, thirty is not a young age, but even so, it was not an age to be called a veteran.

It’s not an act of deceit, but I look at Wang Mi-yang, who is genuinely embarrassed and hesitant.

A teacher deep in the mountains… For me, the old man who is now a sajo (teacher’s teacher) and Mayang, who is now a traitor to the monk.

It’s just the three of us living together practicing martial arts. It seems that basic common sense is lacking.

“Master, then how did you become young?”

Did you expect this kind of question to come out when the age story came out? Wang Miyang gently lowered her gaze and placed his pure white hand on her chest.

“I have been seriously injured before. At that time, I was trying to recover with the metamorphosis, but I became young as a side effect.”

I wanted to ask more details, but I didn’t bother to ask because it wasn’t an easy thing to say.

A dipper-shaped constellation that shines in the night sky.

Looking up at the Big Dipper, the symbol of Jeonjin Bridge, which has a grandiose nickname of the Death Star.

I don’t know if I should call this a relief, but Mayang definitely remembered my name….

In fact, Wang Mi-yang, threatened to kill her one day, will show up if she goes with me anyway.

I decided to follow him and train him.

In other words, we still had a lot of time to get to know each other.

… And while thinking about this, while Mancheon and Wang Mi-yang are having a good tryst under the night sky.

“… ….”

It wasn’t exactly a tryst, but it looked like that in Soso’s cold gray eyes.

“Heeing… So, So So Un… Brother… Is the bathroom still available?”

At the call of Seol Wol-hwa, who tugged at her sleeves from behind, So-so took a deep breath and regained consciousness.

‘Teacher Wang Miyang is the teacher of Young master Sima… what am i thinking….’

Soso tried to ignore the unpleasant sensation similar to when the name ‘Yeomhwa’ came out of Mancheon’s mouth, rising from the bottom of her heart, and walked forward.

I just went out for a walk for my cousin who is afraid to go to the bathroom after buying a wedding. The mind gets confused.

I haven’t noticed myself yet….

‘Namgung Yeawiwang (南宮女兒爲王) – A girl from Namgung becomes the king.’

I had to live the life of a man because of the absurd prophecy of -.

She feels envious of women who naturally close the distance with Mancheon unlike herself, who cannot approach as a woman.

The desire for monopoly, which was a small seed, is only growing.

***

Jin Dynasty and Mongol In the end, it ate even the Song Dynasty and emerged as a new hegemon in the middle of the war.

Luoyang, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

There, a man with white hair down to his waist neatly braided and with a fine appearance that could be mistaken for a woman.

He is a nangjungryeong (郞中令) who is in charge of the middle gate of the palace (the gate leading to the living space of the emperor, which ordinary servants cannot enter).

He is the Weigun (衛將軍) in charge of defending the palace and escorting the emperor.

Not stopping here, he was bestowed with numerous privileges and offices.

As a eunuch, he became the teacher of the emperor and the leader of the current Teng dynasty government.

“Ah… That guy… Here comes the gnome! Invincible, invincible! That monster-!! aaa-!?”

Baekho (白虎) woke up from a nightmare and looked at the poor lord, who had seizures, and said to the court ladies standing next to him restlessly.

“Are you worried about His Majesty’s prison body? Go and brew the decoction.”

In fact, the decoction was an excuse, and the court ladies quietly slipped out of the bed as they noticed the celebratory order not to see the emperor tremble in fear.

And the monarch and the servant, the only room left.

“Your Majesty, the invincible traitor was driven away by the punitive forces. So don’t worry….”

Baekho’s words to calm the exhaling emperor did not continue until the end.

“Don’t spread such sophistry!”

The red bloodshot eyes of the emperor scold the incompetent servant.

“If the subjugation army fails to subdue, then it is not a failure! Please tell me, Taesa!!”

“… ….”

Baekho couldn’t say anything.

Even though he was speaking himself, he knew that it was just sophistry to reassure the emperor.

Why is the subjugation army the subjugation army? It is a subjugation force because it punishes those who are guilty.

But where is the now invincible neck?

It is completely stuck in place.

… That is why until now, it has been imprinted in the Emperor’s memory, harassing him and gnawing at his spirit.

“Ah… Still good how my brother died. It gets stuck in these eyes and won’t disappear.”

How could I forget.

The most disgraceful incident in the history of the Teng Dynasty, in which the invincible invincible slaughtered the current emperor’s older brother, Crown Prince Hua Feng, who would have become emperor.

The emperor lays down his position as monarch and crawls as if he were about to fall. As a human ‘Hwaseon’, he clung to his teacher.

“… Your majesty.”

“Master… It was an ordinary day. Following his father’s order, my older brother and I went on an inspection to find out about the lives of the people.”

“Brother… He was a lively person, so he secretly went hunting with escorts. hehehe… And when the hunt was over, he would show off the game he had caught that day.”

“It always happened. However… however… A bastard appeared.”

Like a person hanging from a cliff, Hwaseon’s hands strongly grab the hem of the white tiger’s clothes.

“Invincible and invincible… that monster! It suddenly appears and kills everyone… Brother… Brother… Hold on… Uh, little by little with your thumb and forefinger… gradually… Pinch to death!”

Looking at the emperor clinging to him, Baekho let out a pitiful sigh.

He was not there, but Baekho also saw the body of Hwabong, who died later, so he knew it well.

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It seems like nothing special when it comes to pinching and killing, but in reality, it’s a skill that twists the flesh of a living person little by little with its index finger and rips it off. It was a brutal method.

“It was the first time I had ever seen a brave older brother cry like that. Brother… I want him to live… He said he’d double it no matter how much he took… hehehe.”

When Hwa-seon’s mouth twitches, it makes a bizarre expression that doesn’t tell if he’s laughing or crying.

“… But do you know what he said?”

[So, that’s two bowls of chicken porridge. But now I’m not hungry, so I’m done.]

“That bastard… He… Just because of a bowl of chicken porridge… People… You killed him.”

To the extent that I couldn’t believe that I inherited the blood of a god, and that I couldn’t feel that I was the emperor of the empire, Hwaseon collapsed and burst into tears.

“Ah… Master… Disciples are afraid. Invincible… Murim, where such a person is born… I’m afraid I’m going crazy.”

Baekho knew it was rude, but he didn’t want to see the pupil he had taught since childhood suffer any more, so he gently stroked the emperor’s back.

“Your Majesty, it’s all right. As long as I am present, I will not allow any traitor to approach Your Majesty’s prison.”

It was embarrassing to bring up a nickname because he was all old, but he brought up his reputation to calm the trembling emperor.

“There is no need to be afraid of Murim. You know my nickname, don’t you?”

“Ten Ha Masters… thousand bookshelf….”

‘Cheonchaeksangjang (天策上將) – A general sent from heaven.’

Jinsa Daecheonmyeong, in other words, Seongsajaecheon, the parent material. It is man who decorates things, but it is heaven who makes things come true.

In other words, Cheonchaeksangjang is a general who always wins after being chosen by heaven. It was a nickname that meant an undefeated warrior.

“Yes, Heaven’s will is with Your Majesty. So don’t be afraid.”

Baekho said firmly with a smile that gave a sense of security to the young student who was looking up at him.

“No matter what evil appears, I will protect you.”

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“Sima Mancheon, a genius who deceives even the heavens! Finally arrived at Murimmaeng!!

Mancheon took a deep breath as he got off the carriage and looked at the magnificent Moorim Maeng, the symbol of the magnificent political faction, in front of him.

After a journey that was short if it was short and extremely long if it was long, we finally arrived at our destination.