Chapter 198 -

An awkward air current flowed inside the office.

Jinwigyeong was Jinwigyeong and Jeokcheongang was Jeokcheongang as they sipped tea and alcohol while looking at each other.

'I can't believe the enemy is coming directly. What's going on?'

'Are you possessed by a ghost? Why did he come here?'

But even silence has limits.

Jeokcheongang opened his mouth after emptying his glass. Since it happened like this, I was thinking of clearing up my doubts about Jin Tae-kyung.

"I was on my way to meet him."

"Ah, Tae-gyeong is what you're talking about."

Jin Wi-gyeong, who quickly understood, looked carefully.

I already know all the circumstances. That he helped Tae-Won Jin-Ga because of his heart's debt to his deceased disciple.

However, I was worried that the resentment over the non-emergency damage incident two days ago had not yet been resolved.

"Is it because of the emergency?"

"I already erased that from my memory. No matter how precious the salary is, people are not the most important. is not it?"

"Something, that expression?"

"Oh, nothing."

To think of people talking about people after giving out a bowl of porridge like that.

Qin Yuqing swallowed the words that lingered on the tip of his tongue.

"Anyway, the old lady seemed to have beaten her a little too hard, so I went to visit her to treat her body with a bee face wash."

"Bur, do you want to bee? Is that the number of bees I know?"

Jeokcheongang nodded at Jinwigyeong, who widened his eyes.

"Then, are there any other bee moses?"

"Oh, no. Stop being too surprised."

"surprised?"

"How can I not be surprised to hear that someone as great as Jeok Dae-hyeop washed my brother's face with bees?

This is the big happiness of the main family."

Jeokcheongang stared blankly at Jinwigyeong, who was delighted, and realized one thing.

"Right. You may not know."

"yes?"

How to see as much as you know. I never thought that Jin Tae-gyeong, one of the best masters in the world, would have the muscle and bones of Jeokcheongangdo Jin Tae-kyung. So what's wrong with Jinwigyeong?

'Is it fortunate that I found out now?'

Jeokcheongang opened his mouth with a small tongue.

"The effect of the bee face wash is insignificant."

"What do you mean? Is the bee face water not effective?"

"It's not like that. Jin Tae-gyeong, it would be right to say that he doesn't need bee face washing. It's still too early to make a hasty decision…"

Jeokcheongang quietly added a word.

"I think it might be the Heavenly Armed Forces."

"...!"

For a brief moment, a light of astonishment flashed across Jin Wei-gyeong's face.

However, Jeokcheongang asked after seeing him calmly nodding his head.

"Did you know?"

"I didn't know. I just understood it now."

"Understanding, what?"

"It is about Taekyung's martial arts achievements that are incredibly fast. However, it can be fully explained if it is the heavenly and infinite body."

"Incredibly fast?"

Jeokcheongang narrowed his brows and continued.

"He has accomplished very well for his age, but not to the extent. No, rather, when I think of the legend of the Heavenly Mujiche, it feels insufficient."

There was confidence in his voice.

That's also true, because Jeokcheongang in three years was more than Jin Taegyeong, but not less.

The transcendental masters who dominate Danggeum Moorim showed genius prominence from an early age, and compared to them, Jin Tae-kyung's current level was mediocre.

"The heavenly body is literally the musculoskeletal system sent down from heaven. A god dwells in a mere human body as a whim of heaven once every hundreds or thousands of years. But now the guy… … "

"It's the beginning of the climax."

"yes. But the world is wide and there are many talents. Cheongpung right now, you can tell just by looking at that child."

Everything Jeokcheongang said was true.

It is not all those who are embraced by the old family and the five generations.

There will be young talents whose names are not yet known even to the midfield, and those who are training martial arts buried in the early night.

If you scratch the world right from the bottom, there will be many super-accomplished masters approaching one god, three kings, and ten kings.

"That's the reason the old lady isn't sure. She's definitely excellent, but… That's not enough. Are legends just legends? Perhaps, compared to his muscularity, his martial prowess is inferior."

"It's interesting."

"What do you mean?"

"Because I thought it was the other way around."

Jin Wi-gyeong smiled at Jeokcheongang with a questionable expression.

"My brother's martial arts is the best in the world. No, it is safe to say that it is the best of all times."

"What, what?"

Jeokcheongang barely held back the swearing that was about to come out.

Even he, who is nothing short of a living legend, dares not say the word "the best in the world." What's more, it's the best in the world?

However, the confidence and certainty felt by Jin Wi-gyeong made Jeok Chun-gang ask questions.

"What is your basis for thinking so?"

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Qin Yuqing quietly raised three fingers.

"Three months."

"...?"

"This is the period Taekyung learned martial arts."

"...!"

"It's also the time it took for Giru or a third-rate Hanryang to become a peak master." Instantly, Jeokcheongang's eyes turned white. Lightning flashed in my head and my heart was beating wildly.

It's only three months from third rate to climax. It's nonsense. Absolutely impossible.

but...

'possible. If it's heaven and earth.'

Jeokcheongang is a transcendent master.

But even he, who was strong enough to kill a thousand people by himself, was just an old man fading with the power of time.

On the other hand, the Cheonmujiche are beings that were born through the choices and whims of Heaven.

How can a mere human guess the will of heaven?

'Is this something outside the heavens?'

Jeokcheongang slowly got up from his seat and approached the window. When I opened the tightly closed window, I saw the endless blue sky.

Blowing in the cold wind, he suddenly thought.

Why did the sky choose Jin Tae-gyeong, and why did he let him meet himself?

'who are you? Is anyone there?'

No answer came.

Jeokcheongang, who had been silently gazing at the floating flakes in the calm and clear sky for a long time, opened his mouth.

"Looks like you need more alcohol. What do you think?"

Jin Tae-gyeong replied with a smile.

"Good. It was just like I was getting tired of the car."

The next day, Hyuk Moo-jin came and said something unexpected.

"You want to attend the banquet?"

"me?"

"Then who would you be?"

I answered without thinking.

"Nope."

Sitting in one seat just makes me feel sick.

People will look at me like monkeys at a zoo and sign autographs for my biggest fan, King Sangsan.

It's a hundred times better to lock yourself in the palace and worry about luck or martial arts.

"Just tell them you can't go."

"This is the order of the Soga-lord."

"Then it's better. Brother won't you say anything? To be honest, it's strange when people see that the closed-door training ended after only three days.

"It's just a matter of getting some enlightenment in moderation. If you say so, who will say what?"

That's it too.

I opened my eyes as I watched Hyuk Moo-jin becoming more and more logical.

"I am still sick"

"Aren't you all well? When I looked in the morning, the bruises were almost gone."

In fact, like Hyuk Moo-jin said, most of the bruises on his upper body had disappeared.

Looking at this, it seems that there is definitely an effect of bee mosesu.

Of course, from my point of view, it would have been much more helpful to have more stats.

Hyuk Moo-jin scratched the back of his head as if he was in trouble.

"Will you just go?"

"It still hurts. I'm sick, but who can say anything?"

"An enemy threat."

"huh?"

"The enemy's great fight should have been healed by now, so I don't want to think about making a mess. Or I'll come and take you… …

"Damn it. Is that old man still at the banquet hall?"

"You stayed up all night with Lord Soga, and you just showed up in a drunken state."

I let out a deep sigh.

It was Jeokcheongang who said he would stay at Taewonjinga until the end of this meeting.

According to the original schedule, he should have left yesterday, but as people gathered and the meeting was extended with the appearance of big figures, the length of his stay naturally increased.

"Shiba, let's go. go."

"Good idea. If I didn't go, I was about to die."

I followed Hyuk Moo-jin, who smiled hesitantly, and headed to the banquet hall.

It was still crowded enough to say that the market was going away, but it was a much smaller number than the first day, perhaps because they had started to control the number of people.

"It was inevitable as more and more people flocked to it every day. So many people eat and drink all day long, but there is no place to sit, second only to the wealth that is wasted."

"Shouldn't you have hit it a little more? It still seems like a lot."

"If you hit more, you will be cursed at. Those who are left now, no matter how bad they are, are at least the ranks of a small military officer."

"Does it build self-esteem?"

"Well, something like that. I sent out the people who were there on the first day and handed out gifts one by one."

Is it to manage even the grassroots public sentiment?

Whether it's calculations with all this in mind, or pure human kindness, Chen Yuqing is definitely resourceful.

Is it different from other military personnel who put pride and martial arts first?

It would have been difficult for Taewon Jinga to reach the current position if it had not been for a great CEO named Jin Wi-kyung.

"Oh my youngest! My dear brother, have you come!"

Yeah, other than that, it's perfect.

His face was red from how much he drank. Laughter broke out everywhere at the sight of Jin Wei-qing screaming loudly at the table of honor.

'You drank very determinedly. I made up my mind.'

Jinwigyeong is also a master of color. Even though it is possible to drive out drunkenness with air power, being drunk to this extent means that there was no intention of doing so in the first place.

The situation of the robber Jeokcheon, who was sitting next to him, was similar.

"When was the last time you called, are you coming now?"

"..I came right away."

Jeokcheongang snorted at my answer.

"The rat came right away. He must have hesitated to say he wasn't going, and then came back when he heard that there was an old lady."

"You have to run to get into the palm of my hand. Sit down and don't say anything that doesn't work."

He is also a ghostly old man.

I moved slowly, exchanging eye greetings with familiar faces, including Baek Moo-seong and Lee So-wol.

As soon as you sit down next to Jeokcheongang, a rice bowl-sized glass pops out of nowhere.

"Have a drink."

"Ah, yes."

He filled a bowl and drank it all the way. As I wiped my lips with my sleeve, Jeokcheongang pushed the bottle again.

"One more drink."

yes."

One-shot again.

"more."

"… … again?"

"What did you say?"

"no. The taste of alcohol is too good, stop it."

How does this feel?

In the end, it didn't work, so I emptied a bottle by myself. Only then is Cheon Kang raising the corner of her mouth as if she is satisfied.

"Yes, you should drink this much."

Why does it remind me of a college freshman welcome party I saw on the internet one day?

'It's tough from the start.'

Anyway, I passed the hangobi.

It was the time when Jeokcheongang, who was very drunk, was taking a breather while he went to see Sophie.

"Can I pour you a drink?"

The one who suddenly spoke was a middle-aged man with a solid build.

Strong eyes and tight lips. He looked at me with an incomprehensible expression and continued.

"It is said that he is the evil Buddha of the Shandong family."

Shandong Musician? It is a name that I have heard many times in novels and in Moorim.

I sighed and lowered my head.

"Ah, me."

"You already know. Jin Tae-gyeong, the sleepy dragon of Shanseo. It wasn't that special when I heard it from the cadets last year."

"… … A cadet?"

Cadet, what is this man talking about?

Seeing my bewilderment, the Evil Buddha smiled faintly.

"Have you heard of Cheonmuhakgwan? I am the spearmanship instructor there."

"ah."

"I don't know if you know it, but your second brother is quite famous in the academy. That's why I naturally started talking about you."

I chuckled.

Even three months ago, his body was called the shame of the family, so it is obvious what kind of story he was talking about.

"I guess that wasn't a good story."

"I can't believe Kang-ho's rumors. It's a fact that you can tell just by looking at it."

"well."

I answered vaguely and drank the drink he poured me.

"By the way, why did you come here?"

"I was looking for something to do, but I got a call from the academy. One of the students who said he was visiting the family for a while didn't answer, so bring him."

"Jin Moo-kyung, no, you are my second older brother."

"Right. Are you practicing lung training?"

I nodded, and the bad boy brushed his beard.

"It's difficult. No matter how late it is, we should be leaving within seven days and nights. Did you go into the closing house and didn't say anything?"

"yes. He's the type to end things only when he's satisfied."

"I know it well. I even taught myself."

He let out a small sigh and suddenly opened his mouth.

"What about you?"

"yes?"

"At this point, becoming a cadet at Cheonmuhak Gwan. Ah, if the rumor that you are studying under the King of Fire is true, it's as if you haven't heard it."

It's suddenly called Cheonmuhak. I didn't expect this.

Cheonmuhakgwan is a place that is no different from the entrance gate. A place where talented people, excellent instructors, and numerous opportunities are found.

I heard that if you meet certain conditions, you can learn martial arts of ascension like Jin Mu-gyeong.

'There is a limit to growth if I stay in Jinga, Taewon as I am now.'

I realized this through the work of the old swordsman.

Even if you get something, if you don't have the strength to protect it, you have no choice but to be defeated.

In order to become stronger than now, a turning point was needed, and Cheonmuhak Hall is a place where safety and possibility are guaranteed.

'I wonder if I'm really a disciple of the King of Fire. Right now, it's the best option.'

Evil Buddha said to me that I couldn't answer easily.

"The admission period has passed, but we can give you a special permit."

"Special permission?"

"Because you are a great person."

The rough palm of the Evil Bul-gun rested on my shoulder.

"How is it? If you are to become a cadet of Cheonmuhak, your superiors will welcome you with open arms."

"I am… … That was when I just opened my mouth.

"Hands off."

"...!"

Fire!

Along with the hot heat, the intoxicating poison that makes your eyes feel dizzy in an instant comes out.

There was not a hint of drunkenness in the voice of Jeokcheongang that followed.

"Get your hands off of me."