Chapter 116: To Wudang (1)
-Young Master Myeong, I will surely repay this grace. I promise on the na of the Guild Master.
-Regardless of the Rogues’ Guild, I, Ma Sok, will do anything for Young Master Myeong. Please call on anyti.
-Hahaha. Younger Brother Myeong, I am greatly indebted to you. I shall be sure to repay you next ti!
Yeo-wol, Ma Sok, and Brother Gangpae left their farewells, each according to their personality, and departed imdiately.
Brother Gangpae’s actions were particularly impressive.
-Boys! Young Master Myeong is a younger brother whom I acknowledge. From now on, treat him as you would treat . Do you understand!
As soon as Brother Gangpae’s words fell.
-We look forward to serving you, big brother!
Five thousand ruffians shouted in one voice and bowed their heads.
I had beco the big brother to five thousand ruffians.
I felt like I had beco a big shot in the underworld, sothing I had never planned for in my life.
Anyway…….
That day’s events concluded in that manner.
Compared to the grace I had shown, their actions could be called heartless, but it could not be seen that way.
The Rogues’ Guild.
It is a great sect comparable to the Nine Sects One Gang.
And Yeo-wol is the one who suddenly ascended to the position of Guild Master of such a sect.
It couldn’t be said that she was completely unprepared, as it was in the midst of a fierce succession contest, but the fact that it was sudden could not be denied.
The Rogues’ Guild as a group was originally a federation-like organization, unlike the Beggar’s Gang, so Yeo-wol, who had beco the Guild Master, would have to spend days busier than now to gain control of the organization.
A new struggle was waiting.
Ma Sok was a subordinate whom Yeo-wol trusted and relied on more than anyone, and Brother Gangpae would beco a more dependable companion to Yeo-wol than anyone, so I was not worried.
And I spent ti sharing Geomnamchun with Brother Chun-baek after a long ti.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle.
Slurp.
“Kyah-”
“Keuh-”
For a while, we enjoyed the flavor of Geomnamchun without conversation.
“You’ve worked hard.”
It was late, but it would be right to express my sincere gratitude to him. Calculating back from the Unrivaled Force’s arrival ti, it was not difficult to guess how much hardship Brother Chun-baek must have gone through.
“Not at all. It was enjoyable.”
Brother Chun-baek said he had gained a lot of inspiration from the Unrivaled Force, so he had gained a lot himself.
-You should also visit the Evil Faction Alliance soti. Next ti, the main gate would be better.
The Evil Faction Alliance Leader had personally left a ssage for Brother Chun-baek, so he must have seen sothing in Brother Chun-baek as well. Though I couldn’t understand the exact aning.
“Is it over now?”
A subtle sense of anticipation was laced in Brother Chun-baek’s voice.
I wanted to ask back, ‘Am I soone who brings about incidents and accidents?’, but I couldn’t.
It was because I was well aware that throughout my ti with Brother Chun-baek, I had been at the center of incidents.
“I’m thinking of going to Wudang.”
And it was also because another incident was waiting for .
“This will be fun too.”
Brother Chun-baek smiled as if satisfied.
* * *
It could be said that dilettantes and Beggar’s Gang mbers have a truly mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship.
This is because the dilettantes can show off what they know, and the Beggar’s Gang mbers can easily acquire high-quality information.
Building amicable relationships with many dilettantes could be called the true virtue of a Beggar’s Gang mber, and since Myeong-gae also had a close relationship with Mr. Gwak, who could be called the best among the dilettantes of Hebei Province, it is right to say he was a truly capable beggar.
“Myeong-gae.”
“Why do you call?”
“What do you think is the best weapon?”
“Hmm.”
However, the downside would be that the talk of dilettantes is not always directed toward high-quality information.
It would not be wrong to see it as a decisive difference between a Beggar’s Gang mber and a dilettante.
“What are your thoughts, Mr. Gwak?”
I asked Mr. Gwak back, pretending to be interested.
It was because I knew that idle talk was more useful for building a bond.
This bond would return as even higher-quality information, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to see it as a kind of investnt.
“Since ancient tis, there has been a saying about the Eighteen Arms.”
As he said so, life returned to Mr. Gwak’s eyes.
In truth, many of the race called dilettantes are infatuated with the elegance of the Jianghu Murim, so it would be right to see it as inevitable that his eyes shone as he talked about weaponry.
“The sword, saber, spear, mao-spear, bow, crossbow, axe, yue-axe, hamr, ge-dagger-axe, ji-halberd, whip, chain-whip, jian-mace, zhua-club, shield, staff, and pa-rake are the Eighteen Arms, and it was a term usually used to refer to all the weapons of the Jianghu Murim.”
“……Do you morize all of that and carry it around?”
“Of course.”
“No, I an, no.”
Nevertheless, the minds of those of the dilettante race are sotis incomprehensible.
Anyway, although I didn’t morize it to the point of being able to recite it like Mr. Gwak, the Eighteen Arms was a concept I also knew well, so there was no problem with the conversation.
“It is always a subject of debate among dilettantes. The topic of which among those Eighteen Arms is the best.”
“Are you curious about my thoughts?”
“Are you not the famous Three-Knot Branch Lord of the renowned Beggar’s Gang? If I say I received the notarization of a Beggar’s Gang Branch Lord, I will be able to raise my voice in the dilettantes’ debates.”
For so reason, Mr. Gwak praised .
Feeling good, I cleared my throat with an ‘ahem’ and opened my mouth.
“In that case, I will argue for the theory of the uselessness of the Eighteen Arms.”
“Hoh?”
To lead a debate, breaking the mold is said to be the best.
It ans not playing within the established frawork, but creating a new one.
Also, this was a logic based on my actual thoughts.
“It would be right to see the classification of the Eighteen Arms as truly ancient. There must be a reason why it has beco outdated.”
“Would you explain?”
“First, I would raise the issue of classification. In today’s Murim, hasn’t the distinction between the spear, mao-spear, and ji-halberd beco useless?”
“Are you talking about Lannazha?”
“As expected of Mr. Gwak.”
The dilettante Mr. Gwak’s knowledge was indeed not shallow.
Anyway, it was so.
The reality is that the distinction between the spear, mao-spear, and ji-halberd, which were distinguished by the shape of their blades, beca useless as the spear martial art of Lannazha was established.
“The distinction between the axe and the yue-axe is also useless.”
“That’s right. Because the axe has gotten too big.”
Usually, the yue-axe ant a great axe, but because martial artists who use the axe as a weapon tend to emphasize physical strength, the axe kept getting bigger.
“There are reasons like these, but the biggest reason lies elsewhere.”
“What is that?”
“It is the point where the martial artist’s body was not considered a weapon.”
“Hmm?”
This story, even Mr. Gwak could not imdiately understand.
“Mr. Gwak.”
“Speak.”
“Mr. Gwak, could you argue that for martial artists, the fist, palm, and kick are not weapons?”
“……I see.”
My thought is that the fist, palm, and kick should be seen as weapons.
Just as there are sword arts, axe arts, and saber arts, are there not fist arts, palm arts, and kick arts?
There are countless examples.
How could one not know the famous Hundred-Step Divine Fist of Shaolin or the Tai Chi Fist of Wudang?
The Yan family of Hebei would be called masters of weaponry who compete against the saber of the Mighty Peng Clan with only their fists.
The Beggar’s Gang’s Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and Ei’s Tiger-Subduing Palm are ultimate techniques counted among the best in the Murim.
Shaolin’s Supre Kick or the Asura Kick of the Asura Fortress, a powerful sect belonging to the Evil Faction Alliance, also cannot be left out.
Since reality is like this, wouldn’t it be right to judge the fist, palm, and kick as weapons?
“Of course, I admit that it can differ depending on the interpretation, but in today’s Murim, it would be right to see that there is no gain in deliberately excluding the fist, palm, and kick from weaponry.”
“I think you are right.”
As Mr. Gwak acknowledged it, I smiled with satisfaction and leaned my upper body slightly toward Mr. Gwak.
“And this is sothing I am only telling you, Mr. Gwak…….”
“Hmm?”
“The Beggar’s Gang has recently prepared sothing called the Compendium of Arms. It has not yet been widely spread.”
“Hoh!”
Mr. Gwak’s gums were in full bloom.
It wasn't a top-secret matter to begin with, and since I had received things from Mr. Gwak in the past, it would be right to bestow this much favor.
This is because if Mr. Gwak, who had won the dilettantes’ debate, beca happy, so benefits would surely fall to as well.
“Hurry up and tell .”
“The na that made the Eighteen Arms an old thing is the Compendium of Arms, and its contents can be summarized as Sword, Saber, Spear, Fist, Palm, Hamr, Kick, Axe, Staff, Whip, and other unusual weapons.”
“……Isn't there much of a difference?”
“Hmm.”
Since the dilettante Mr. Gwak was uncharacteristically imitating an ignorant commoner, it would be right to bestow him with a lesson.
“The Eighteen Arms is rely a disorderly list of weapons. But look at the Compendium of Arms. What do you see?”
After a mont of thought, Mr. Gwak’s expression transford into that of a sage who had attained enlightennt.
“This…… could it be an order?”
“That’s right.”
A sense of pride was written on my face as I nodded.
“The Compendium of Arms should be seen as a much more elegant and refined standard than the Eighteen Arms. This is because it was organized in order of the most commonly used weapons by gathering information from all over the Jianghu Murim.”
“Ooooh.”
“It would not be an exaggeration to see it as the culmination of the Beggar’s Gang’s intelligence network. What would happen if you, Mr. Gwak, were to present this in the dilettantes’ debate?”
“Oooooooh!”
I rember that on that day, my begging bowl was truly abundant.
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.
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Anyway, it is so.
According to the Compendium of Arms, it would be right to see the sword as the best of weapons. This is because it is used by the most martial artists.
According to statistics released by the Beggar’s Gang, the sword alone accounts for fifty percent of commonly used weapons, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that the title of king of ten thousand weapons is not an overstatent.
Then, where is the king of the king of ten thousand weapons, the greatest sword sect in the world?
So might say the Diancang of the swift sword, so the Mount Hua of the illusionary sword, so the Namgung of the heavy sword, and so the Wudang of the soft sword.
The correct answer would be to see it as Wudang.
From an information gatherer’s perspective, it ans that the perception of the current Murim is so.
It was said, Shaolin is revered in the North, Wudang is honored in the South.
It would be a statent that looks up to the two great sects that are the pillars of the Orthodox Murim.
If all the martial arts under heaven co from Shaolin, then.
It was said that all swords head toward Wudang.
The undisputed greatest sword sect in the world.
That is precisely the first seat of the Nine Sects, Wudang.
Wudang, which I had set as my next target, was such a great na.
“But why are you going to Wudang?”
“There’s a reason for that.”
“A reason?”
“It will happen soon, so just wait and see.”
I did not give an imdiate answer to Brother Chun-baek’s question. It was because the ti was not yet ripe.
“Can I go with you too?”
“Even without taking you, you will go too, Brother Chun-baek.”
“Hmm.”
After a mont of thought, Brother Chun-baek seed to have given up on understanding.
“It’s not another story about stealing a spirit herb this ti, is it?”
“Hmm.”
He probably threw a joke recalling the incident with Heuksu Mun, but I could not answer right away.
It was because my goal this ti was to acquire the secret treasure of that honored Wudang, the Taecheong Pill.
“……It’s not, right?”
“Hmm.”
I decided to pretend I hadn’t heard Brother Chun-baek’s last question.
Anyway…….
I will acquire the Taecheong Pill.
It would not be impossible, as I had made sufficient arrangents since before the regression.
* * *
I have said before that great things have their ti.
That ti had approached nearby, but it had not perfectly arrived.
Since there was still ti left, I spent a peaceful ti within the clan.
Of course, peace is relative, so it would be right to say it was a rather intense peacefulness.
Fwoong-
I strongly swung the Formless Sword, which I held firmly.
The Formless Sword is a technique that contains great power.
It ant that there was a risk of it being lethal if the opponent was even slightly lacking.
But there was no hesitation in my hands.
Kwang!
“Heup!”
This was because the opponent was Uncle Yeo Baek.
Although my uncle had not broken the mold of the State of Harmony and set foot in the Profound Realm, this ant that his spirit had not expanded, not that his martial arts were lacking.
Swat-!
As if to prove that fact, the sword flux of Uncle Yeo Baek, who had blocked my Formless Sword, squeezed through a montary gap.
Hwik-
Tzeng-!
My Formless Sword and my uncle’s sword flux sotis evaded each other, and sotis clashed, testing their strength.
Swish-
Thud!
I blocked my uncle’s kick with my knee.
If all one’s fighting style is buried in the sword just because one possesses the supre technique of sword flux, then that person would be a low-level fighter, so Uncle Yeo Baek’s tily thrusting fists and kicks were truly first-class.
Uncle Yeo Baek’s martial arts, which were well-rounded with practical combat skills befitting his reputation as the captain of the Dancheon Clan’s escort squad, always served as an inspiration to .
-Hahaha. Now you should be teaching .
Uncle Yeo Baek insists that he is learning martial arts from , but this is not true.
He gains enlightennt from my realm, and I seek learning from his experience, so we are growing together.
In truth, in the eyes of ordinary people, it would be a bloody brawl that would not be an overstatent to call a life-or-death battle, but what we were doing now was just a spar, an extension of sword discourse.
“Uncle, I’m going a little harder.”
It ans that it’s okay to be a little more serious.
“Co.”
My uncle said arrogantly, as if he still had room to spare.
Twang-!
My uncle and I once again clashed in the air.
Better safe than sorry.
It was a ti of honing and polishing to surely seize the opportunity.
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