Chapter 145 The Sorrow of the King of Wanderers (2)
mory is selective.
Although the chanism regarding human cognition, thought, and mory has not been clearly defined, the above proposition is a clear fact.
If the mories piled up layer by layer with growth all occupied the sa weight, wouldn't one eventually suffer from madness?
The reason why oblivion is considered a curse and at the sa ti a blessing is probably due to such a fact.
Anyway…….
Myeong-gae, a skilled informant, possessed exceptional ability in the selection of mory.
Since innate excellence was added to the tedious repetition and mastery of training, it wouldn't be lacking to express it as exceptional.
Just like my discernnt.
Myeong-gae was more skilled than anyone in assigning value according to importance and preferentially recalling information with high value.
As he swam in the sea of information every day as a Beggar’s Gang disciple and morized an amount of information resembling a library while arranging for regression, it beca so.
In such a life of Myeong-gae, the amount of information about the person nad King of Wanderers Lee Chun-baek was not much.
It would be due to the information listed in the Thousand Immortals of the Jianghu and the mory of passing by him glancingly at the Murim Alliance Headquarters.
In Myeong-gae’s life, the connection with Lee Chun-baek did not reach.
Nevertheless, there is a reason why the appearance of the King of Wanderers encountered just once is vivid in my brain.
It is because his sentint contained in my discernnt was quite impressive.
The King of Wanderers at the ti was a martial artist containing imasurable sorrow behind a sharp and firm impression.
It was an appearance quite different from Brother Chun-baek now, who has a low threshold for laughter and enjoys wind and flow.
Impression is impression, and relationship is relationship.
Since I was a body destined to regress anyti back then, those were days when I focused on information connected to rather than connections with influential figures.
It was inevitable that mories related to King of Wanderers Lee Chun-baek were pushed to the back in selection.
But isn't life a series of coincidences?
For Dancheon Myeong of this life, Brother Chun-baek beca a person more precious than anyone.
It ans my brain rearranging the priorities of selected information is also inevitable.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the information ‘King of Wanderers’, which I didn't even know was rembered, was replaced by the information ‘Brother Chun-baek’ and ca to occupy the most important part of my mory.
Who am I?
Am I not Myeong-gae who morized all of the Thousand Immortals of the Jianghu?
The person who morized the geography of habitats of elixirs and major contents of various treasure maps is also .
It ans that at least in keen insight and mory, I am a figure unrivaled by others.
It also ans that fairly good information is all stored in my head in the form of mory.
I cannot imdiately recall information with low importance, but it is who doesn't easily forget either.
It must be because of that.
That information about the King of Wanderers, which was asleep in the mory beyond, probably in the unconscious, floated to the surface of mory.
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I rember it as a certain day when King of Wanderers Lee Chun-baek rang a huge victory report.
A Secret Pavilion mber who was praising the achievents of the King of Wanderers spoke to .
“Myeong-gae, do you know that fact?”
“That fact?”
Since Beggar’s Gang disciples should be called masters of listening, that Secret Pavilion mber might have wanted to show off the information he knew.
“The reason why the King of Wanderers fights this fiercely.”
“Is there a martial artist who is not fierce in the Great War of Righteousness and Evil?”
Did they say heroes appear in turbulent tis originally? One of those heroes was exactly King of Wanderers Lee Chun-baek.
Since heroes receive awe from people in tis of tribulation, it was like a daily routine for informants to lay out what they knew about that hero.
“But a martial artist who dismbers demonic practitioners like the King of Wanderers is not common.”
“Um.”
The Secret Pavilion mber’s words wouldn't be wrong. The King of Wanderers was famous for dismbering and displaying the heads of demonic practitioners’ corpses.
I just considered it the temperant of a wanderer, but it seed there was another reason.
“As expected, your information power and discernnt are unrivaled. You pointed out a part that could be passed over inadvertently and revealed the reason, so you should be called a model for informants.”
“Haha.”
Whether my praise was welco, the Secret Pavilion mber’s shoulders soared high.
“Don't beat around the bush and tell . I am deeply curious about how far your information power reaches.”
Perhaps reading my sentint craving information, the Secret Pavilion mber continued without delay.
“They say the King of Wanderers’ sect and hotown were turned into a wasteland by the Demonic Cultists.”
“Wasteland?”
“Annihilation. Not an exaggeration, but in the literal sense.”
“I haven’t heard such information?”
If it is the King of Wanderers’ sect, the importance of that information would be very high, so it didn't make sense that I, a mber of the Secret Pavilion, was hearing it for the first ti.
“I know it has been about five or six years. The trickery of the Demonic Path must have been that old.”
Whether he was proud of knowing information I didn't know, the Secret Pavilion mber’s shoulders showed no sign of coming down.
War was like that.
Perhaps it ruined sowhere in everyone’s emotions.
Since they were talking about a grueso story just as information, and accepting it just as information.
Since I was also in the sa position, it wasn't my place to rebuke the Secret Pavilion mber, so I decided to satisfy my remaining curiosity.
“When was it?”
I rember asking that just in case. Since I will regress.
“I heard it was New Year's Day. Co to think of it, it would be exactly five years ago.”
“I see.”
Looking back, it is a thing that makes think it is truly fortunate.
If it weren't for a characteristic date like New Year's Day, no matter if it were , I wouldn't be rembering the exact date until now.
New Year's Day when I turn twenty-five.
Demonic Cultists will rush into Brother Chun-baek’s sect.
Since the current season has reached Slight Cold and a chill hangs in the air, it ant there was less than a month left now.
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I visited the Clan Head’s Chamber.
Father Dancheon Gang was guarding his seat with a dignified appearance as always.
Since Uncle Yeo Baek, who is like Father’s shadow, was unexpectedly not visible, it was a private eting with Father after a truly long ti.
“What is the matter?”
“I have to leave ho for a bit.”
“Run away from ho?”
“It is leaving ho.”
“Run away from ho?”
“……Yes.”
I decided to accept Father Dancheon Gang’s language.
What does it matter if it is leaving ho or running away from ho?
The core would eventually lie in the essence, so the fact that I am leaving the Dancheon Clan would be important.
“How long do you plan to vacate the house?”
“I am thinking about two months.”
“Hm.”
As if my answer was not satisfactory, a slight furrow appeared on Father Dancheon Gang’s brow.
Seeing that concern settled on the expression of Father, who always smiled saying ‘Hehe’ when seeing recently, I know the fact that he does not like the current situation.
“Do you know the fact that New Year’s Eve is less than a month away?”
“I know.”
As expected, it seed the timing was the problem.
Last year, I acted as a ginseng digger with Brother Chun-baek and returned to the Dancheon Clan in ti for New Year’s Eve.
It ans I welcod the New Year together with family at the Dancheon Clan.
Considering the spirit of the prestigious Dancheon Clan that emphasizes rituals and etiquette, it was an event to be evaluated as narrowly avoiding being the ultimate unfilial son.
Since I even discovered the Garden of Joy not long after and beca the ultimate filial son Dancheon Myeong, I can say my position in the family has been truly peaceful anwhile.
But I cannot do so for the upcoming New Year welco.
It is because I know the fact that a great tribulation will strike Brother Chun-baek’s sect on New Year's Day when I turn twenty-five.
I should rightly be at Brother Chun-baek’s sect, not the Dancheon Clan.
Just as the Dancheon Clan is precious to , it is because I don't fail to know the fact that the sect would be precious to Brother Chun-baek.
Since I don't know exactly where the mysterious sect, Brother Chun-baek’s sect, is located, if I stay at the Dancheon Clan on New Year’s Eve, there is no way I can block the tribulation that will strike Brother Chun-baek’s sect on the next day, New Year's Day, is there?
It would be a path taking a step towards the ultimate unfilial son again, but if it is for Brother Chun-baek, it would be a disgrace I can fully endure.
“Is it sothing you must go out for?”
“Yes.”
I said it repeatedly, but I would be a stubborn person whom even Chwipung-gae of the world raised his two hands to.
Whether he knows such a temperant of mine, the sentint seeped into Father Dancheon Gang’s slanted eyes was leaning towards approval.
“May I ask the business?”
Father Dancheon Gang asked.
The reason that question is welco is because I know it was words spoken as a father’s request, not as a Clan Head’s order.
“I plan to go to pay respects to Brother Chun-baek’s sect.”
“Um?”
As if he didn't expect my answer, Father Dancheon Gang’s sword eyebrows rose slightly.
“Sir Lee’s sect?”
“Yes. Didn't Brother Chun-baek welco the New Year together with at the Dancheon Clan last year? Since I must repay the kindness, I plan to welco the New Year together at Brother Chun-baek’s sect this ti.”
“Hm.”
Father, who pondered for a mont, readily accepted.
“Do so.”
It is because Father Dancheon Gang is also a gentleman who knows proper conduct.
“Thank you.”
It was when I paid respects to Father and tried to raise my body.
“Myeong-ah.”
“Please ask.”
Father Dancheon Gang, who pondered for a mont, called .
“Now I know there is a reason for all your conduct. Surely there must be a story, so you intend to leave ho.”
“…….”
I have always adhered to a frontal breakthrough in dealing with Father Dancheon Gang.
However, since guidelines are not prepared on how to respond to the current situation, I could not respond agilely.
It ans I kept silent.
“The fact you must not forget is that the Dancheon Clan is your ho and your family. If you need help, ask the family anyti. The Dancheon Clan will be with you.”
Seeing who still couldn't answer, Father Dancheon Gang smiled benevolently.
“Do you understand?”
“……Yes.”
“Done. Go out now.”
“Yes.”
Just as I gauged Father Dancheon Gang’s sentint, Father also must have gauged my sentint.
Additionally, I know the fact that he succeeded in reading my sentint to so extent.
I don't know if my excuse was not perfect, or if Father Dancheon Gang’s wits are keen.
However, since I ca to recall again the fact that Father and the Dancheon Clan are on my side, having my sentint seen through cannot be said to be a loss.
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I visited Brother Chun-baek’s guest room.
I am planning to find his sect, but it is because I can't go alone.
“Brother Chun-baek.”
Brother Chun-baek was refining his sword today as well.
Since Brother Chun-baek was the one who always maintains the attitude of a martial artist, it would be a passage that allows understanding his achievent.
“What is the matter?”
“What do you plan to do for the ti being?”
“Hm?”
As if my question was out of the blue, Brother Chun-baek raised the end of his sentence.
“I an whether you are busy or not.”
At my repeated question, Brother Chun-baek said.
“I plan to explore sword forms for the ti being.”
That was his answer.
“Not busy.”
And so, I reached that conclusion.
“What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?”
“By then I will likely be researching improvents for footwork.”
“And nothing to do.”
Whether he agrees with my determined evaluation, Brother Chun-baek’s head nodded minutely.
“On New Year's Day?”
“I think it would be good to refine the blood vessels.”
“Likewise, nothing to do.”
“…….”
Whether he agrees with my judgnt, Brother Chun-baek did not refute in the end.
Truly, I know the fact that Brother Chun-baek is also a martial arts idiot who knows nothing but martial arts.
For him, it is just that all days are an extension of training.
“Brother Chun-baek.”
“Why?”
“Let’s go sowhere together with .”
“Um. That wouldn't be bad either.”
Such Brother Chun-baek is also good, but it would be right to change the schedule a little.
It was because I didn't want to see the sorrow of the King of Wanderers in Brother Chun-baek now.
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