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It was like trying to remove a wart and ending up with another one.

I was just talking nonsense, and now I’m going to the Shaolin Temple that I’ve only heard about.

It may be evidence that my values are still more inclined towards modern thinking than martial arts thinking, but people are being treated unfairly.

They say they grant wishes for the dead, but can’t they grant wishes for the living?

Thinking like that, I solved one case, so at least it was a rewarding experience.

And what about that Jongnampa chief, he said he was at the level of Hwagyeong?

His expression was so expressionless and his speech so blunt.

As expected, the length of the text had that much weight to it. The Great Guardian Law must have been an exceptional case.

To be honest, I felt it was a bit difficult and wanted to get out, but since the Bokma Yeorae Sword was involved, I had to return it to Shaolin, so it was impossible.

So there was really no choice.

“Are you saying you went to Shaolin?”

“Yes. I guess I have no choice. I learned Shaolin martial arts, so I can’t say I don’t want to give it back here.”

After coming down to the foot of Jongnam Mountain, I made secret contact with my contact in a secluded place.

Even if he is a top-class expert from the Supreme Court, it is crazy to ask him to infiltrate the heart of the Jongnam faction, which is a gang of old-timers.

In the end, I had no choice but to sneak out under the pretense of taking a quick look around Jongnam Mountain and make contact with the contact person who was waiting nearby.

The man in black attire and mask, who looked suspicious to anyone, sighed, though it was impossible to see his exact expression because his face was covered by the mask.

“The Great Guardian must have known that if he learned the practical martial arts of Shaolin and went out into the world of martial arts, this would happen.”

“Ahahaha… … .”

I was at a loss for words to respond other than an awkward laugh.

As someone who has to follow me around under the strict orders of the leader of the sect, it would be natural for me to sigh if I told him that I would go to Shaolin Temple after Jongnampa.

Actually, I don’t know for sure, but I think he was already surprised when I suddenly barged into the Jongnam faction.

Moreover, the culture of the Demonic Cult was fundamentally not much different from that of the military. This was especially true in the sense that if you were to criticize, you had to criticize.

The only difference is that verbal abuse, swearing, and assault are openly tolerated.

“Please tell your sister that first. She’ll be surprised if she suddenly goes to Hanam after just looking around Seomseo.”

“Yes. I will tell the young leader.”

“Oh, right. But by any chance.”

After hesitating for a moment, he continued to talk to the court official.

From the moment my decision to go to Shaolin was made, regardless of my will, there was one thing that worried me the most.

“Is there any problem?”

“If I come to Shaolin to return the martial arts that I have practiced and give you the Bokma Yeorae Sword, then of course the Shaolin abbot will come out in person, right?”

“I don’t have much experience, so I can’t be sure, but I think so.”

The court official nodded.

Even though Shaolin is a sect of lovers of external martial arts, who are crazy about external martial arts represented by the Seventy-Two Kinds of Art, the return of one of the few sword masters of the sect is very symbolic.

Now that we think about the return of a martial art that was once considered lost, it’s only natural that the heavy-assed Shaolin abbot will show up too.

Just like I met the head of the Jongnam faction.

So now there was one thing that could potentially be a problem in that process.

“If you were to become the abbot of Shaolin Temple, would you be able to tell at a glance without having to feel the pulse or anything?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I went to return the martial arts and then the Shaolin abbot suddenly said “Gal!” and blew up the lion’s mouth, and the demon head who learned the magic went over the Shaolin temple’s main gate and blew my head off with the Hundred Steps Divine Fist, right? ”

“Um… … .”

The court official closed his mouth as if he was speechless.

That was the part I was most worried about.

As can be seen in the Cheonma Shingong, which contains the spirit of a person believed to be the first Cheonma, peerless masters are beings who can do anything without it being strange.

Moreover, if he is the head monk of Shaolin, he is one of the strongest people in the current era and is in a position to lead this era.

He is one of the few people in the world who is qualified to discuss the great title of the best in the world.

If you learn the Heavenly Demonic Art as soon as you see me, you must be a demon head! You might blow my head off with the Hundred Steps Divine Fist.

Or else, you can make me look like a monk with that famous Tathagata body.

“I’m a little, a little less sure about that part. But even though the Great Guardian is light in words and actions, he is a very thoughtful person.”

“I guess so. You didn’t expect this to happen and just told me to learn Shaolin martial arts, right?”

“The Great Guardian is deeper than he appears. Perhaps.”

The court official answered.

I don’t know why you added the footnote at the end. My anxiety was not relieved at all because of that one word, “maybe.”

Now I really hope that the Great Guardian Angel isn’t so thoughtless.

It’s already like riding a tiger’s back.

“… … Okay, I understand. I can’t take too long, so I’ll go up and take a look. Take a look. ”

“While you are staying in Shaolin, I will wait for you in Deungbong-hyeon. Then, take care.”

The court official disappeared, leaving only those words behind.

I don’t know. I haven’t seen the Great Guardian for that long, but I’m the type of person who would do anything if it looked fun.

As I returned to Jongnampa with a sense of anxiety, Yeo Il-gyu, the elder of Jongnampa, was waiting in front of the annex with a brush, ink, and an inkstone.

“Did you enjoy the view of Jongnam’s mountains?”

“Yes. I understand why it is called Taeeulsan. The mountain is so beautiful, so I can understand why the king chose to settle down in Jongnamsan.”

“Haha, the landscape of Jongnam Mountain is so magnificent that it naturally makes me feel proud. Ah, you saw it clearly. How can you say such pretty things.”

In fact, I didn’t have time to appreciate the mountain scenery or anything because I was busy talking to the court expert.

When I told a lie without even licking my lips, Yeo Il-gyu, with a satisfied expression on his face, handed over the things he was holding.

“These are the things that Jang Moon-in asked me to pass on to you. Are you by any chance good at calligraphy?”

“I’ve tried it before, but honestly, I’m not very confident.”

It wasn’t a lie.

In school, during art class, they would tell us to go to the stationery store and buy some useless stuff, and then have us try calligraphy.

Of course, the handwriting was bizarre, but Yeo Il-gyu nodded as if it was okay.

“It’s okay. The six arts are important to Confucian scholars, but not so important to us martial artists. If you write it down and deliver it, Shaolin will rewrite it.”

“That’s fortunate. Otherwise, every time I read the emergency report, I would think that my handwriting was really bad.”

“Wow, you too. How could Shaolin monks do that? It’s hard work to copy a book, so take your time while you’re here.”

When I handed over the writing brush, ink, and inkstone to Yeo Il-gyu, who had a characteristically warm smile on his face, Yeo Il-gyu asked as if he had suddenly remembered something.

“But after returning the Bokma Yeorae Sword to Shaolin, is there anything you should do?”

“No, I don’t have any specific plans yet. I think I’ll just focus on training again for the time being.”

“Wow, at that age, you’ve achieved the pinnacle of achievement and are still so brave and diligent. I wish the disciples of the main sect could be like you.”

Yeo Il-gyu looked a little burdened.

No matter how I look at it, it seems like those eyes are dripping with special charm.

I’m sorry, but the master I serve is none other than Cheonma. Not yet, but he is a reserve Cheonma, around the level of Cheonma Jin.

If you are a disciple of Cheonma, what good would there be in becoming friends with the Jongnam faction elder?

As I averted my gaze because it felt burdensome, Yeo Il-gyu brought up the main topic.

“There are nine months left until the Yongbong branch meeting, and since your achievements are by far the most outstanding among the Jeongpa’s later indices, I would like to ask if you would like to participate.”

“Yongbongjihoe… … .”

I trailed off on the sudden topic.

You have to participate.

Because a ridiculous plan was put into action without me knowing, and I’m going through all this trouble right now.

However, I was curious as to why Yeo Il-gyu brought up the Yongbongjihoe story to me, so I trailed off, and Yeo Il-gyu added at the end.

“Your achievements will be like a guaranteed seat for the Phoenix. Looking at you, you seem to be a very easygoing person and not very interested in fame, but if you are willing to participate, I would like to write you a letter of recommendation from my faction.”

“Is this a letter of recommendation?”

“Yeah. Thanks to you, we were able to get rid of a parasite that was eating civilians right in front of our faction. But we are not shameless enough to wipe our mouths clean after paying off that debt.”

“I’ve never heard of a letter of recommendation… …Isn’t it true that you can only participate in the Yongbong branch if you have a letter of recommendation?”

“That’s not true. But since all sorts of people will flock here, wouldn’t it be necessary to have a procedure to separate the wheat from the chaff? If you have a letter of recommendation, you can skip the cumbersome procedure.”

This is a variable.

It seemed like there was some kind of procedure at Yongbong Branch that I didn’t know about.

Of course, not everyone will be accepted. As part of that, I decided to first enter the martial arts world and build up some fame.

This time, I helped him out of pity, regardless of that.

But if they’re offering it to me, there’s no reason not to take it.

“If Jongnam would write a letter of recommendation, I would be honored. I would be grateful.”

“Haha, I knew you’d say that. Jang Moon-in has already written a letter of recommendation for you, so keep it safe and submit it when the Yongbong branch meeting opens.”

Yeo Il-gyu smiled as if he knew this would happen and handed me a neatly folded letter of recommendation from his arms.

As he placed a letter of recommendation on top of the writing brush and ink he was holding, Yeo Il-gyu waved it off and disappeared as if his business was over.

For a moment, I muttered to myself, “I received an unexpected reward.”

“But when will I ever be able to copy all of this down?”

Of course, I brought the secret of the Bokma Yeorae Sword with me.

You might ask, “What’s the problem with just copying what you see?” However, calligraphy is a task that requires more effort than you might think.

I’m not Wang Ui-ji or Han Seok-bong, so I can’t write it down with just one stroke of a pen. It’s a whole other level of hassle compared to writing with a pencil like in my past life.

“It’s all because of the Great Law… … .”

Today, too, I sighed and entered the private room, harboring a grudge against the Great Guardian Law.

* * *

Yu Ye-hyang is not in a good mood.

Very bad.

The reason is simple. Yeonjin wasn’t there.

He dreams of it while sleeping like a person with lovesickness, and boasts that he will overcome the ultimate wall before returning, but he has no motivation to train in martial arts.

Last night, I had a dream about Yeonjin, and when I woke up, I shed tears without even realizing it.

“You’re being so mean. If someone saw you, they’d think you’d been broken up for years. It’s only been a few days.”

This was the impression of Cheongyeon, who was watching the whole scene from the side.

However, unlike Ddaeng-joong, who had become mentally younger along with his physical age and lack of sensitivity, Yu-ye-hyang was very sensitive.

Only in relation to Yeonjin.

Five days after Yeonjin excitedly ran out of Seomseo Bunta, shouting that she would become a martial artist, Yu Yehyang licked her parched lips.

“… … I guess I have to go find Jin-ah.”

“Little Leader, when I look at my little leader, a poem comes to mind.”

“I guess I can’t stand it because I feel so anxious, like I’ve put a child out on the water. If my wife isn’t by my side… … .”

“I ask the people of the world, what is love that separates life and death? Birds flying across heaven and earth! You, on your tired wings, cold and heat… … Huh!”

After closing their eyes and covering their ears and talking about what they wanted to say, Yu Ye-hyang made a surprise appearance.

As the pure white hands of the Soo-soo Demon Sect tried to grab the collar using the technique of Geum-na-su, Cheong-yeon rolled around on the floor.

Cheongyeon, who barely avoided a surprise attack using Naryeotagon’s technique, protested with her chest pressed down.

“What the hell is wrong! Why!”

On the topic of the poem coming to mind, it was not something that Cheongyeon could say, reciting the poem Angu-sa by Won Ho-mun, a poet of the Jin Dynasty, in front of Yu Ye-hyang, who was suffering from love fever.

If we compare it to Yeonjin’s previous life, it would be like singing a heartbreaking song of breakup in front of someone who had experienced the pain of heartbreak.

Yu Ye-hyang, who had been punished with a single momentary slap, raised her body, lifting the hem of her clothes, her bloodshot eyes turning dazed.

“I can’t stand the thought of our Jin-ah going through such hardships alone. I can’t stand it without you by my side.”

Yu Ye-hyang said with certainty.

If modern psychiatrists look at it, they would say that it is a type of anxiety disorder that develops mentally after trauma.

But even as a retarded person, Yu Ye-hyang had something to say in protest.

In the past before the regression, Yeonjin died once. Only Yuyehyang knows about this fact.

I don’t know if it would be possible to keep her by my side and protect her, but after I persuaded her and even agreed to send Yeonjin away, I feel an unbearable sense of anxiety.

Why else would you bite your fingernails, even though you never bit them before?

Cheongyeon made a disgusted expression at the picture-perfect example of obsession.

“It’s serious, it’s serious. It’s only been five days. And the court has already caught three guys who are just playing one song each. What’s the problem?”

“Even so, it’s only the fourth peak.”

“It’s not just four peaks, but four peak masters. The peak isn’t a rolling stone or the name of the dog of the Jang family in the lower village. ”

Tsk tsk, just as Cheongyeon clicked her tongue, a pheasant flew in through the window.

carrier pigeon.

As soon as she saw Yu Ye-hyang, her expression brightened. It must have been the news from the court liaison who had been sent to Yeon-jin.

Yu Ye-hyang, who was thinking like that, grabbed Jeon Seo-gu’s leg with a movement reminiscent of Lee Hyeong-hwan, and the pigeon that suddenly had its leg caught started making a cooing sound.

I quickly unwrapped the letter that had been wrapped in a blanket and read it.

“Ah.”

Her expression darkened further.

“What’s going on? What happened? Did something happen?”

“I heard he’s going to Hanam to return the Bokma Yeorae Sword to Shaolin. The return trip will be delayed even more.”

“It was a planned procedure. It seems that the Bokma Yeorae Sword was revealed earlier than expected. What could have happened? Those bastards came to return the lost martial arts, so I will treat them well and feed them well before sending them on their way.”

“Jin-ah is coming back late. Don’t you know what the problem is?”

When Yu Ye-hyang answered in a stiff voice, Cheong-yeon stuck out her tongue.

If there wasn’t anyone around to stop me, I would have gone out to find Yeonjin right away.

“Little Leader, the conversation will never end like this.”

At the rare moment when Cheongyeon was about to get up first and leave the school, feeling that the same conversation would just be repeated like a hamster wheel,

Yu Ye-hyang muttered.

“If only you hadn’t taught me strange martial arts.”

“No, why is that my fault? Didn’t you agree that it wouldn’t hurt to learn at least one of the unquestioned Jeongjongshin techniques!”

Suddenly, an arrow was aimed at Cheongyeon.

Naturally, Cheongyeon was startled and fiddled with her waistband, but she wasn’t carrying her sword.

Seeing the terrifying energy wave of the Heavenly Demon God exploding and heading towards him, Cheongyeon, the enemy’s public power, turned his back and ran away, saying:

“So-hyeop! Please come back quickly and save me! If this keeps up, I’ll die from excommunication! The crazy cult leader is killing people! ”

Cheongyeon’s voice of injustice echoed throughout the hall, but Yeonjin, who was busy writing urgently, could not hear it.