Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 39

Episode 39 The idea is to first commit to a task and then move on (3)

Shake!

“Confucius!”

The door opened roughly. At the same time, the tobacco smoke that was flowing in the room was blown out.

Shinhoe couldn’t care less about his rudeness or the fact that the beginning of the year had become particularly toxic.

“Did you hear? At Jamiru….”

“I heard.”

Phew.

Thick smoke came out mixed with my lightly exhaled breath.

Shinhoe spoke urgently.

“The situation is not serious. Although they were just whispering to each other, the fact that the Three Dukes went there…”

“They were targeting me.”

“yes?”

“Are you sure. “He’s targeting me and trying to trick me.”

“How can you do that…”

Hong Yu-wen did not answer. I just looked up at the ceiling with lazy eyes.

Shinhoe swallowed dry saliva.

‘He has changed.’

Since when?

It became difficult to find a smile on the face of Confucius, who never lost his smile even when lightning struck in front of his eyes. The languid posture was reminiscent of a dangerous poisonous snake, and the blurry eyes were full of ambiguity.

“…Shall we take action?”

“action? which?”

“….”

“Gwangma Daeju’s mouth is not that cheap. On the contrary, if there was an armed conflict, they would be even more silent. “Because he is that kind of person.”

“That’s true.”

“Of course, I can’t guarantee it.”

I’m not sure. I can’t guarantee. There’s a chance that it may go beyond my expectations.

These were the words that Hong Wi-moon, who had lost his smile, kept in his mouth. Unlike in the past, he has turned into a person who is not sure about anything.

“Even if that happens, we can’t do anything about it. “There’s no need for that.”

“Still…”

“I would rather have Lord Gwangma surrender.”

“yes?!”

This again is unexpected.

Hong Wi-moon said as he dusted the gombangdae.

“Do you know what’s scarier than the truth?”

“….”

“It’s a rumor.”

“…!”

“If I were that guy, I would just end up in a mess. I wouldn’t have given any advice to Lord Gwangma. And then…”

Hong Yu-wen’s eyes sparkled.

“We will spread the rumor when the public’s curiosity is at its peak.”

“Rumors….”

“There was some kind of deal between the master and the master of Gwangma. It turns out that the master of the Gwangma was a puppet playing in the hands of the master of the devil.”

“…!”

“The public doesn’t want a trivial ending. Even when the officially recognized truth comes out, they remain indifferent and raise another possibility. Even more so if the truth has not come out. “All kinds of scandals will spread in all directions like a fire.”

Shinhoe’s eyes wavered.

Taking advantage of the public’s desires to ruin one’s reputation was a tactic often used by those involved in political strife.

However, it is not easy for the person involved to know until they are actually involved.

“Then shouldn’t we take further action?”

Hong Yuwen shook his head.

“I would say that if it were me. “He could be different.”

“But it’s too late to just sit back and let go….”

“Don’t worry. “If you don’t know, it’s easy to cover up the rumor here too if you already know.”

“….”

“Rather, if you figure out where the rumor is coming from and blow it up, you can pass it all on to them. “We just have to look at how the atmosphere flows.”

Shinhoe could not help but be impressed.

‘You are truly amazing.’

Even though he seems to have a lot to worry about these days, I respect Hong Wi-moon’s ability to look one move or two ahead.

“So does that mean we just have to wait?”

“Not like that again.”

“yes?”

Hong Wei-moon crumpled the purple tobacco into the stick, lit it, and sucked deeply.

Huh.

The smoke that spread dreamily had a quite fragrant scent, unlike the beginning of the previous year.

“A martial art that focuses solely on attack will eventually fail. Offense and defense should always work together. The same goes for politics. “We must prepare and attack the enemy at the same time to avoid revealing any gaps.”

“….”

“But that’s not my concern.”

Hong Yuwen closed his eyes.

“How did he know?”

“…!”

“The fact that bribes were given to Daeju Gwangma is something that no one knows about. They say there are no secrets in the world, but it is not a fact that will be revealed this quickly.”

“…Could it be that you are the Great Lord of Jinma?”

“It’s definitely not that one. “Because he is a person who will not raise his eyebrows if he is to be blamed, even if it means death.”

Hong Yuwen closed his eyes.

‘Is it So Wonju?’

There is no way the military department leaked it. If so, the most influential source of information is Hwanheewon.

‘Was there some kind of deal between the two at that time?’

That was surprising in its own way. Because Hwanheewon is an organization that has not intervened in succession struggles for generations.

‘It will be the same this time too. So Wonju is not a fool. I will never get involved in this fight.’

What if that kind of innocence gave information to Seo-ryang?

‘It means that the patient who needs to be saved is that precious.’

It was also surprising that So Yeon-sim knew about the transaction between herself and Gwangma Daeju before that. If this is true, you should never mess with Soyeonsim in the future.

‘Fox bitch.’

It was then.

“Confucius!”

Shinhoe frowned at the urgent voice coming from outside the door.

“What’s going on?”

“They say Grand Master Gwangma is on his way to the penal court!”

Shinhoe, surprised, looked at Hongwimun.

Hong Wei-moon chuckled.

“I don’t know whether to call this fortunate or unfortunate.”

* * *

“Oh yeah?”

“yes. Currently, Gwangma Daeju is under investigation by the Criminal Justice Department. “The amount is quite large, but I think he will probably be released in three or four days.”

“I guess so. “The name Gwangma Daeju is not ordinary.”

Ma Dong-pil said with a worried face.

“Are you okay?”

“what?”

“The public will be disappointed in Sangongja. But it won’t cause any real damage.”

“I guess so.”

“Perhaps there is some movement on the part of Sagongja? “I won’t just sit there and watch.”

“I guess he is too.”

Unlike Ma Dong-pil, Seoryang seemed quite relaxed. The look on his face as he rested his chin and scratched Geumho’s cheek was full of drowsiness.

“I don’t think Confucius is worried.”

“worry? Well… if things are going to go well just because you worry, you won’t sleep and just worry.”

“That’s true.”

“Don’t worry too much. It doesn’t really matter how you come out of there. Unless the situation is so dangerous that your head will be blown off, you can worry about it later.”

In fact, Seoliang didn’t pay much attention to that. It was surprising that Daeju Gwangma went to the penal court on his own, but didn’t you think it was something he missed in the first place? It was just an unexpected harvest.

What he was worried about now was Geumho.

‘Look at this.’

Sak Sak.

When I scratch his cheek with my finger, he yawns loudly and turns over. The sight of him lying down with his eyes closed and blowing out his nose was so cute.

Although it looks a bit unique, it is just a fox cub. It is an ordinary beast that does not look as bizarre as the precious creatures of Gojuk Forest.

‘But why were you so excited then?’

It was natural for me to be angry because the animal I raised almost got hurt. But I didn’t know the tip would turn that much.

‘Wait a minute, has this guy become such a big deal to me?’

They say time is not that important when it comes to emotions, whether human or animal…

‘And what is the energy at that time?’

A sound so subtle that even the extremely sensitive Seoryang can barely hear it.

‘It’s as if he’s connected to me…’

Seo-ryang shook his head.

That can’t be possible.

Energy is fluid, and Neigongsimbeop is to artificially process such energy into true energy suitable for the body and hold it.

This was the reason why it was difficult to share energy even among people who had learned the same Neigongsim method. Because the nature of energy changes depending on a person’s mind and body.

But does it share energy not with humans but with animals? Nonsense.

Blink blink.

Geumho opened his eyes.

His own face was clearly reflected in his obsidian-clear eyes.

‘But… it’s definitely not an ordinary beast.’

It was also staying in the deep part of the bamboo forest where the concentration of spiritual energy was the highest. To be able to handle that much energy with a body that had not yet matured was an incredible feat in itself.

‘Besides, it would disappear without us even noticing it several times.’

It is similar to, but slightly different from, the extremely trained art of hiding. Stealth techniques even erase presence, but Geumho doesn’t pay attention even when he senses presence.

Seoriang waved a piece of boiled pork in front of Geumho’s nose.

Yum!

Geumho chewed the meat quickly.

A guy who is only the size of his forearm can eat an entire plate of meat. It doesn’t seem like he has a big appetite, but it was surprising that he ate everything that was given to him.

“This guy’s belly is so big.”

Seoliang, who tapped Geumho on the nose, stood up.

You can’t hold on to concerns that don’t have immediate answers forever.

Let’s spend that time more efficiently.

“Anyway, Dongpil, have you improved your skills?”

“yes?”

“Your swordsmanship has become quite sophisticated, hasn’t it? “When we shake off those crazy dogs.”

“Oh, have you seen it?”

“You can feel it even if you don’t see it. “It was a goma sword style, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Instead of reducing the speed, I eliminated the gap and used the techniques of heavy swords… Well done. Martial arts also follows people. I modified it to suit you well. “It’s a good realization.”

Ma Dong-pil’s face showed honest joy. Confucius, who rarely said anything about martial arts, said this. It’s clear that you were quite impressed.

“Now that Governor Lee has spoken, do you mind if I dare to ask you a question?”

“However much.”

“Is this really the right way?”

“What do you mean by that?”

Ma Dong-pil’s expression became more serious.

“Martial arts that lean to one side will inevitably reveal their limitations. Even though it may have been temporary growth, if you think about whether this direction is truly right….” “

I was wondering if you were laying the groundwork to ask something, but you are asking a question that doesn’t even seem like a question.”

“yes?”

Seoliang snorted.

“Isn’t magic a martial arts that is biased to one side?”

“…?”

“Leaning to one side means losing balance. At the same time, it also means that there are definite advantages. And magic is ultimately a martial art that maximizes its strengths, so why do you think your swordsmanship is different?”

“…!”

“I might add, now is not the time for you to worry about such things.”

“What do you mean when you say it’s not time to worry…?”

“Change means production. Whether you grow or regress has meaning in itself. “Why are you worrying about such things when it’s not enough to believe in yourself and move forward without hesitation?”

“I see.”

“Believe in yourself. Don’t be afraid and run while you’re worrying. “It is not too late to worry about that now when you have reached your limit.”

Anyone can think about it, but Seoryang’s words resonated greatly with Ma Dong-pil.

This is the right advice given at the right time. On the contrary, he talked about it so casually that I didn’t have a single trace of anxiety.

Xu Liang pointed to the window with his chin. A spacious training hall was visible beyond the window.

“But I understand how you feel. Now that we’re talking, let’s take a look at your martial arts skills. “If you see a corner that needs to be corrected, let’s tighten it or loosen it.”

“It’s an honor.”

Even if it is unheard, it is a complaint. Ma Dong-pil stood up with a smile on his face.

It was then.

thud! thud!

The sound of knocking on the front door.

“I’m from the Penal Court! “Three Princes, please open the door!”

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes widened.

Xiliang scratched his head.

“Hmm… I didn’t expect this to unfold?”