Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 87



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87. Rotation (4)

It could be. It seems that this idea is not only for Qinghua. I didn’t see it, but it seems that Zhuge Shi was impressed by the child’s struggle.

“Zhuge Liang said that people became that strong?”

“Did you use some kind of sorcery?”

In fact, the disciples gathered in the training hall were anxious.

The nine people who were actually directly involved in the rotation were calm and did not make a fuss.

“It looks like Myungil wasn’t feeling well.”

“He’s not that kind of kid, but that’s what I think.”

“Okay then.”

In fact, the nine of us roughly agreed. It was to the extent that we let our guard down greatly because Myeongil was not in good shape or because we were overconfident in our own abilities.

As the other disciples said, Myeongil is not a child like that. He just thinks that way.

This was my suggestion. Sometimes, deliberately deceiving oneself is one of the skills of life. Those who always live honestly may not have known this, but I was the one who told them.

The referee from us and the Murim Alliance was already at the grand martial arts arena. The referee from the Murim Alliance was Mokinhak, a famous martial artist known for his lightning-fast swordsmanship.

After waiting for a while, Zhuge Liang came up to the large parade ground with people looking very confident.

“It seems like you’ve gotten rid of all the poison.”

“There was no need for this kind of consideration. We are confident that we can do it anytime.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we didn’t gossip about each other?”

Cheongyi and Zhuge Qian, who had gone out to greet him, exchanged words. Zhuge Qian spoke in a belligerent tone, while Cheongyi spoke in a calm tone, like flowing Tai Chi.

“Other guests are also watching.”

The referee, Mok In-hak, coughed in vain and spoke. It seemed as if he wanted to prevent the war of nerves between Qing Yi and Zhuge Qian from becoming overheated.

In reality, the Murim Alliance’s judge was not just one person. This was because, in order to ensure fairness in the judgement, famous people from other places were also brought in.

There I met an unexpected old friend. It was because there was Gil-sang Lee, the head of Namwon Pyo-guk, who had been entrusted with a task in the past, and the leader of Jilpungpyo. Gil-sang Lee was certainly one of the representative military men of Gangseo Province, so it was not particularly strange for him to be here.

Lee Gil-sang met my eyes, but he naturally turned his face away and pretended not to know. It was a natural decision. If he pretended not to know, there would be nothing but gossip.

“The round will be played over a total of 9 rounds. Even if there are still more rounds remaining, the round will end at that moment if you win 5 rounds first. Do you agree with the rules?”

The rules for the rotation were 9 rounds and 5 turns. This rotation was not simply a martial arts exchange, but a fight to determine the winner and loser of each side, so the rule was based on the judgment of the Murim Alliance that too many fights would only waste emotions.

“Good.”

“Okay.”

Qing Yi and Zhuge Qian agreed. This explanation and agreement process was conducted loudly so that everyone present could hear it. It was to prevent anyone from talking nonsense later.

“Depending on the outcome of this turn, the losing side will have to meet the demands of the winning side. Do you agree with that as well?”

“exactly.”

“Okay.”

After the formalities were over, it was time for the really important part. The important thing about the rotation was that there were requirements that both sides had to accept when they won.

The other party’s demands were unknown to Jang Moon-in and Ga-ju until the day of the rotation. The demands were not something that was agreed upon by both parties, but rather something that the Murim Alliance would accept and accept if it deemed reasonable. That’s why the moment when each party’s demands were revealed was crucial.

“First, if the Zhuge family wins, the Wudang faction must send a non-combatant opponent to the Zhuge family without delay when requested by the Zhuge family. The deadline is three years.”

The disciples of the Wudang faction were in an uproar. Some looked insulted, while others glared at Zhuge Qian with hatred. Even Qingyi, who was controlling his expression, furrowed his brows for a moment.

“What’s wrong with frequently competing against each other and getting along well?”

Zhuge Qian shrugged his shoulders and said. The faces of the disciples of the Wudang faction became even more blushing.

I didn’t quite understand, so I quietly asked Myeongyeop next to me.

“Didn’t you do that sometimes when you were on good terms with your non-combat opponents?”

“It’s different from asking for a secret meeting in an equal relationship. If Jegal Se-ga needs someone to have a secret meeting, he’ll just call them from the Mudang faction. The Mudang faction has to accept it without question. In the past, if they invited each other to have a secret meeting and went back and forth, Jegal Se-ga would unilaterally call them and the Mudang faction’s disciple would go.”

After hearing Myeongyeop’s explanation, I understood.

“That’s right.”

“It’s a disgrace. They’re using the plausible excuse of wanting to grow together to make the Mudang faction look like they’re inferior to the Zhuge family.”

“The ultimate goal of the Zhuge Liang family is to trample on the spirit of the disciples of the Wudang faction.”

“You could say that.”

For three years, the Wudang faction would have to follow the orders of Zhuge Se-ga. The Wudang faction’s disciples would gain something from practicing martial arts, but the humiliation of coming and going as Zhuge Se-ga called would remain on their hearts like a fire seal. After all, the Wudang faction values ​​the pride and honor of their sect more than their lives.

“I will state the demands of the non-partisan group later. Do not interfere with the independent events of the non-partisan group in the future. That is all.”

Zhuge Qian burst into laughter at that simple request. The expressions on the faces of the disciples of the Wudang faction also grew even worse.

If the Zhuge family won, the Wudang faction would be stripped of their honor, but if the Wudang faction won, it seemed like the Zhuge family had nothing to give up.

“Is this okay?”

Among the elders of the shaman faction, Cheongsu, who was not very good-tempered, spoke first.

Mokinhak said with an embarrassed expression.

“This is a rule of rotation, and once the requirements have been revealed, they cannot be changed. The purpose of this rotation is to minimize the scale of the fight. If the long-suffering person changes the requirements here, wouldn’t the emotional fight become more intense?”

“No, but still… … !”

“That’s why the old school sect won’t work. They’ll lose everything they have by trying to save face.”

Zhuge Qian cut off Qing Shui’s words. In fact, this was somewhat of a battle of wits.

Should we value honor or should we value practicality?

While the Jegal Se-ga cleverly protected their own interests while also somewhat embellishing their honor, the Mu-dang-pa decided their demands solely for honor. It was certainly a demand that revealed each of their characteristics. The Gu-dae-mun-pa valued honor, while the O-dae-se-ga valued practicality.

So I could understand Qingyi’s feelings to some extent. If Qingyi had made his demands with the intention of somehow trampling on the Zhuge family, he would certainly have been talked about by people. Qingyi was not cunning enough to gain honor while talking about practical matters. Perhaps he even considered that dishonorable.

“If we win, everything will be okay.”

“Hehehe. I hope so.”

In any case, it seemed that Zhuge Liang had seized the initiative just before the turn.

However, Cheong-ui did not seem to regret his decision. Sometimes, you have to move even when you know you will lose. That was the weight of the crown.

“thud.”

Zhuge Qian spoke softly. However, his voice was full of internal energy and could be heard by everyone present.

“It’s the sound of the honor of the nonpartisan faction falling. What do you think? Isn’t it more shabby than you thought?”

“What a trivial provocation. A shaman is nothing but a giant mountain. The trees may sway in the wind, but how can a mountain move?”

“That heavy butt will soon be shaking vulgarly.”

“Now, when the autumn wind blows, the Zhuge family will think of Mt. Wudangsan, not just the Five Zhang Plain.”

Qingyi struck an unexpected blow. He made fun of Zhuge Wuhou’s death at Wuzhangyuan and said that they would soon be like him.

Even Zhuge Qian, who had maintained a dignified attitude, was at a loss for words for a moment, perhaps not knowing that Qing Yi would say such a thing, and showed his anger. When signs of an intensifying war of nerves between the two sides appeared, Mok In-hak intervened and stopped them.

“Please stop.”

“……joy.”

Cheong-ui, who had struck a luxurious yet immoral blow, turned around with a cool expression, and Zhuge Qian turned around with an indignant expression.

“… … This is the first time I’ve seen Jang Moon-in say something like that.”

“Please speak more aggressively.”

“What else can you do there?”

“I’ll remind you of your ancestors who died in the Ojangwon, something like this.”

“Are you crazy?”

Myungyeop was shocked but couldn’t hold back his laughter. The other disciples who were eavesdropping also burst into laughter. My tongue, which used to fight with all sorts of vulgar language in the upper world, must have been a fresh shock to the shaman’s disciples.

“… … Maintain the shaman’s dignity.”

At that moment, Cheong-yu heard from behind and spoke in a sinister voice. No matter what, it seemed that this was too much beyond the dignity of a shaman. I coughed in vain, and the disciples participating in the rotation also controlled their expressions.

“Then let’s start the rotation.”

Mokinhak made a declaration.

It was the beginning of a revolution.

***

Unlike the rotation requirements, the rotation order was decided by mutual agreement.

Zhuge Qian kept telling Mo Huiying to be put in front, but Qingyi pushed Mo Huiying to the back. This was to prevent Mo Huiying from fighting if necessary.

Since Qingyi would concede on other matters but not on this one, Zhuge Qian had no choice but to back down on this matter.

‘I don’t know what they’ll do to Hwiyoung.’

That was Cheong-ui’s judgment. He didn’t think he would do anything in front of many Myeong-suks, but it was better to put off the uneasy elements as much as possible. Cheong-ui’s wish was for the event to end without Muk-hwi-yeong appearing. Whether the shaman wins or loses.

And that judgment of the request was correct.

‘What a pity.’

Zhuge Qian was determined to harm Mo Huiying as Qing Yi had planned. He had to show the world what would happen if a disciple without any support attacked Zhuge Se-ga.

In fact, he had told the man who would face Mok Hwi-yeong to take his life or at least cripple him. The man who would face Mok Hwi-yeong was Zhuge Shi, who had the most vicious temperament among the men of war, and he followed Zhuge Qian’s orders well.

I had thought about the follow-up to some extent. Looking at the records of the old rounds, there were many accidents where people lost their lives due to emotions running high during the fight. The Murim Alliance did impose punishment, but it was decided that it would not be severe because it was an accident that happened during the fight.

“The first two are Ming He and Zhuge Jing.”

Mokinhak stood in the center of the training ground and shouted.

The two great disciples, Ming Hua and Zhuge Jing, were each other’s vanguard.

Myeonghwa was also one of the most talented disciples among the great disciples, so Qingyi chose him with confidence. On the other hand, he had never heard of a child named Jegalgyeong.

However, Cheong-ui’s expression hardened as he watched Jegal-gyeong slowly walk out with an arrogant expression. Most skilled masters could roughly guess the level just by looking at him.

I couldn’t believe it, but Zhuge Jing was superior to Ming Hua.

“start!”

With the shout of Mokinhak, Zhuge Jing ran towards Minghua.

Myeong-hwa only used her sword defensively in the face of Zhuge Jing’s overwhelming attacks. She was somehow able to deflect the attacks with her shamanic powers, but minor wounds continued to accumulate on her body.

Cheong-ui watched quietly and closed his eyes. From the beginning, there was a difference in strength and speed, so no matter how well Myeong-hwa used his magic, the outcome was already decided.

Eventually, Myeong-hwa was unable to endure the eighty-five rounds and fell out of the training ground.

“… …Wow!”

A cheer erupted from the side of Zhuge Liang, who belatedly recognized their victory.

On the other hand, the disciples of the shaman faction, including Cheong-ui, froze in place. Cheong-ui looked at the disciples who were belatedly participating in the rotation. They would also be shaken, and he could not show himself shaken.

However, the eight disciples participating in the rotation were surprisingly unfazed. Instead, they were gathered together and whispering something with serious expressions.

‘… …What are you talking about like that?’

Even though Cheong-ui strained his ears, he couldn’t hear because they were speaking too quietly. It was because the disciples were conscious of the elders’ hearing and lowered their voices, but it was also because there was a lot of noise everywhere and there were many powerful people who were disturbing the spirit.

Although he didn’t know what it was, seeing Mukhwiyoung continue to talk in the center made Cheong-ui feel uneasy.