episode_0539

There are four heavenly kings in the central plains who are famous for their poetry.

Lee Tae-baek, Du Fu, Wang Yu, and Su Dong-po.

Lee Tae-baek’s nickname is Si-seon (詩仙).

Du Fu’s nickname is Xisheng (詩聖).

It just doesn’t look very strong because it has a liberal arts atmosphere, but what if he was a swordsman?

Inspection! And Sword Saint!

If you do this, you can understand at once what the position of these two is in the literary world of the Jungwon.

Wang Yu may feel unfair.

Wang Yu also wrote poetry well, but he was pushed out because two monsters appeared at the same time.

Wang Yu’s nickname is Poetry Buddha, a real poetry Buddha.

The nickname of contemporary poets Lee Ha, who was not included in the Four Heavenly Kings at all, is ‘Poetry Ghost’, but it is ‘Poetry Ghost’.

However, in terms of martial arts, it can be said that Geombul Geomgui is of a lower class compared to Geomseon Geomseong.

One could say that Su Dong-po, who is 300 years his junior, still gives him a special nickname as a courtesy to his senior.

There is no special name for Sodongpa, and if I had to give it one, it would be Dongpoyuk’s Sodongpa.

The tastes of the Hangzhou people are unknown, but it is said that the meat dishes made by Dongpo are called Dongpo meat and Sudongpo meat.

And Cheong’s destination was Hangzhou, and he was rushing to Dongpo-yuk’s hometown.

So, if you were a glutton who couldn’t resist your natural cravings, you would have been able to run away with excitement.

Dongpayuk wait, I searched everything, kekeke, he said.

But Cheong’s heart is very cold, and somehow the eerie sound of the wind hits his ears. It was the eve of the storm, and he had a drink… … .

Ah, the rough and high road.

It is difficult to reach, so it is a more difficult path than soaring into the sky.

On a path where even if a yellow crane flies, you can’t cross it, and even if a monkey hangs on you, you’re afraid.

I sit down and sigh, my heart pounding, wondering when you will return from the west.

Only sad birds cry from old trees.

Because it is a more difficult path than rising to the sky.

Turning to the west, there was just a long sigh.

It was an unbecoming Cheongseung.

Perspective Taebaek Lee’s poem, Chokdonan.

It was not because he liked Cheong that he memorized it, but Seomun Surin, who knew that his student’s handwriting was unusual, just forced him to memorize it and instilled it in him.

And because the knowledge was forcefully instilled, the parts that did not interest me were blown away.

So, the poem ended up being cut in half by only the memorable parts.

It is a poem with differing interpretations.

There is a saying that when Lee Tae-baek entered Sacheon, he was so angry and dumbfounded by the rough road that he built it.

There is a saying that what is difficult is not Chokdo, but the tightrope life of government officials where superiors claw their way and subordinates walk the tightrope.

But that’s always the case when poetry is created and touches people’s hearts.

Other people’s interpretations are of no use except for scoring points.

Hmm, the original author? What do you know about the original author?

From what Cheong heard, it wasn’t hardship, it was loneliness, it was just a difficult way to go alone.

It is not because Chokdo Island is difficult, but if you go alone on Dokdo Island, it will be difficult even if it is a flat road rather than a precarious road on a cliff.

That’s right.

No matter how difficult the path may be, if there is someone who will walk it with you, how difficult can it be?

What about the angle of the sword? What about the rocks? The fucking mountain path is really rough. We are giggling and pushing each other and dragging each other. Take your hands away. Let go. Are you not going to wake up? You would rather kill me. The base is in the mountains. Leave me and go. Then live here. Let’s do our best. Let’s go. Let’s just enjoy it.

In Buddhism, it is said that the scenery a person sees and draws all originates from his or her own mind.

So, on a bright moonlit night, Cheong’s departure from Cheongseung might be something worth looking at leniently for once.

Ah, look at the moon. The moon is pale and lonely. It’s because I’m lonely.

The reason why that ugly star is so twisted is because people, or rather the star, were left alone.

Look at that spirit parasite, the Heavenly Demon Spirit. People end up going crazy after waiting for the next body for hundreds of years in an empty crystal horn.

If Cheong’s friends heard it, they would rub their skinned arms and ask, “What’s wrong?” Are you hungry? You might be shocked.

If Seomun Surin had seen it, she would have made a fuss about the bitch who knew that she was crawling out in the middle of the night and running out on her own.

However, Cheongdo did not just come out without thinking.

According to the general, it is about 300 miles from Suzhou to Hangzhou, a flat lowland with no mountains blocking the way.

In terms of light and air, if you are a Cheong who can argue that it is the best in the central region, it is a distance that can be reached in roughly an hour and a half by running without stopping.

The only promise I made with Eon Yeon-yeong was to stay three nights in each city I passed through and to meet in the best room at Hangzhou First Guesthouse.

So, shouldn’t I just go quickly, see her face, and then come back?

Of course, the military was mobilized.

In the first place, Eon Yeon-young welcomed it, saying that there was no need to come alone, or rather, it would be better to have a helper.

After all,

hey? They said it would be okay to have helpers, but even so, they would argue that 1,230 people wasn’t too many, so what?

And Cheongdo is not without its beliefs.

Cheong is sensitive to favors.

How could Cheong not notice the infinite, unidentified affection that Eon Yeon-yeong was sending me?

So, I went on a rampage by using the five lectures given to me by Dongdongho.

Now that I think about it, it was Dong-ho Dong-ho at that time, right?

This time, it’s Hangzhou, famous for West Lake.

Isn’t this something that has sap in it?

If there is a famous lake on the way, I should avoid it.

Anyway, if I had decided to cause trouble this time too, it would have been difficult.

From Murimmaeng, you can just take the canal.

If we had just asked for help from Little Hwangbo’s Hyungne, Moyong Sojeo’s, Sanine’s, and Goteoli’s nearby, they would never have turned us away.

Thinking like that, Cheong felt sorry for Wang Ssangryong again.

hmm. No matter how non-aggressive the government may be, I did something a bit foolish.

If there had been an ignorant person who ignored the non-aggression of government affairs, how could those weak soldiers have endured?

Fortunately, everyone is a bunch of idiots, so they can’t touch the military, and it’s a shame that they get away with it so well. What if they end up bleeding because of me?

Anyway, Eonyeonyeong is safe for now.

He’s not the type of person who would say something like they laid some kind of trap there and finally caught him, or how dare he interfere with the work of the Blood Cult.

But that’s the problem.

Isn’t this the bitch who immediately grabbed human blood and said, “No, this taste is so delicious!!”

One day, out of the blue, my taste buds changed. My blood sugar level went up, so from now on I will only drink calorie-free drinks. So, it’s no wonder I turn around and say, “I don’t need you anymore.”

As if I had suddenly fallen into this world, one day suddenly-

Good idea, good idea. Yes, breasts, hee-mae breasts, soft hee-mae breasts. hmm. I want to see Heemae. Ah, Chokdo-nan, Chokdo-jinan, orchids and Cheongcheon.

Cheong grits his teeth and speeds up even more.

The blood vessels ache slightly due to the excessive exertion of internal energy, and even the strong body protested, bitch, please move around in moderation. The heart pounded, the blood pressure hit the blood vessels, and the pain that felt like squeezing of overworked lungs constricted its owner.

Still, it’s better to be sick.

Exercising one’s body when one’s mind is dizzy is a basic human defense technique.

How long did it run like that?

Sweat pours down like rain, and when you lick your lips, it looks like salty, sticky sweat has been sprinkled all over.

My eyebrows, which have lost their water resistance due to the flood of sweat, get sweaty in my eyes and I frown.

A pain that feels like your whole body is being squeezed and cringed.

My heart hurts from beating so hard, I want to take my lungs out and throw them away, but my throat hurts like it was scraped with a nail. Whoa, I’m suffocating.

Then, before I knew it, there was a light in the distance.

This is why, in the case of the largest entertainment city in the central region, a night market is opened outside the walls at night, lighting lanterns, and doing business well.

Before development, it was a wetland, and it is still a wet land in Hangzhou due to its low altitude.

Since I can’t enter the city like this, I throw myself into the long bushes.

“Huh, huh, huh, ah, keuh, huh.”

My spine is damp, and I feel like I’m lying on soft ground, and a chill that gives me goosebumps seeps into my hot body.

Amazing fact, the rebound in long runs comes after you stop.

What if I feel like I’m already going to die when I run?

If you stop, you will be left behind.

Cheong lies down for a long time, catching his breath.

However, the resilience of the body that transcends humanity is also transcendental.

Cheong, who was lying spread out on his back, got up and slapped his butt.

“Wow, it’s wet. It must have been a lost land.”

It’s not that it’s not, but if someone sees the back, they’ll scold the grown woman for lying on the mud.

Anyway, everything is wet with sweat, so both the front and the back are damp.

The difference may be that the front is lukewarm and the back is cold.

“Whoa, ah. That’s right.”

Cheong mixed up the mud and slapped it on his face.

It’s a bit smelly, but isn’t it still mud beauty treatment that others pay money for?

Anyway, thanks to my constitution, my skin is fine even if I spread mercury instead of mud on it. Well, then, does that mean my skin will still be fine even if I spread something like radioactivity on it?

Well, there is no way to know.

Cheong enters night vision.

The clothes were completely soaked and stuck, showing off Cheong’s unrivaled physique even in the midfield.

But no matter how voluptuous your body is, what if your face is covered in mud?

People are slowly opening a path.

It is not because the mud-painted appearance is bizarre, but because there are kites that roam around like this in the central plains.

That’s a donkey bitch.

Move, don’t get closer.

Hehe. Dirty leper bitch.

This is how leprosy patients were treated in all civilizations, including the East and the West.

“Hey?”

“You just can’t turn it off? On a good night, some unlucky leper, wow, hehe, why are you looking for a small person?”

The merchant, who had a grim expression on his face, immediately changed his expression and became groveling.

The strength that sparkled in his hands was bound to turn anyone, no matter how rude, into a kind benefactor, even to a leper.

“Give me just one bandana to cover my face.”

“Ah, yes. Then.”

When Cheong picks up the coin, the merchant shakes his head humbly.

The merchant looks at the coin and frowns as if seeing something dirty, then answers with a forced smile.

“Hehe, just take it.”

“What. That’s right.”

It looks like he doesn’t want to take the donkey’s money.

hmm. It’s become a pity.

I’ll remember it and give it to you later.

As Cheong stared at the merchant’s face to memorize it, for some reason he became even more pale.

Cheong presses the banggat deeply.

There’s no way you could pass through the castle gate with mud on your face.

Even at this midnight, the castle gates are wide open and the streets are bright, so there are no dark places.

Even the guards were excitedly looking at the gorgeously dressed women leaning against the wall.

Then the guard looks in Cheong’s direction.

However, a female warrior wearing a huge sword and covering her face is suspicious enough, but what good would there be in messing with a martial artist?

It is not uncommon for martial artists to act strangely, and unless they are evil spirits like lepers, the guards have no reason to stop them.

“Sorry, but I have to ask you something. Which guest cup is famous for being the best guest cup in Hangzhou?”

In fact, since he even calmly asked for directions, the suspicion became even lighter.

Suspicious people try to stay out of sight and don’t ask guards for directions.

Moreover, from what I heard, there must have been one or two martial people who asked for directions because someone with magical abilities was coming to Hangju Jeil Gaekjan or something.

“Hangju’s best guest cup refers to Manwoljang. If you follow the main road and reach West Lake, you will know it as soon as you see it.”

“You know it when you see it?”

“I feel good when I see it.”

No, you know it when you see it?

Cheong was dumbfounded, but the guard’s tone was too firm to complain of unkindness.

Because it seems to be stating a very obvious fact.

So Hangzhou, West Lake. In front of Manwoljang.

Cheong ends up muttering without realizing it.

“You can tell when you really see it… … ”

There is a gold-lacquered pavilion standing alone, so how can you not recognize it?

It is a building that is dazzling and sparkling with hundreds of lanterns that seem to have been lit.

So, no matter who sees it, it is the best guest cup in Hangzhou.

And so, Cheong takes a big step forward.

I’m going to meet you now.