Tale of a Scribe who Retires to the countryside - Chapter 12

Chua.

The ship moved unstoppably, fronting the river. It was not so fast to go back to the Yangtze River, but the breaking water was strong and strong.

On the ship, Son-bin had been relaxing for a long time in the river wind.

“Good.”

It was at that moment that Son Bin muttered.

“oooooooooooooooooooo.”

The turtle sound from the side broke Son Bin’s mood. Son-bin frowned and looked around.

Half a dozen people were holding the boat, a few were hanging on the boat, and a few were all hesitant. Everyone flies in the color of their faces and whips as if they would fall down in a minute.

It was just those who complained of motion sickness on a long boat trip.

‘tsutzutzutzutzutzutzutzut’

After Nazim expressed sympathy, Son-bin moved to his seat. Because he was concerned that he would feel bad. Taking a few steps, Son-bin found a familiar person and stopped walking.

‘Huh?’

The middle-aged man, dressed in luxurious silk clothes, had a huge physique, as if claiming to be something like this.

The hair was taken off the back and the beard was well-groomed, with a mixture of white, but the Hunan-type face, which was thick with lines, looked only middle-aged in full swing.

He was like a top officer who succeeded in any Moro, or a high-ranking master who enjoyed the euram.

Son-bin approached him with a bitter laugh.

“What did Powell do?”

A wonderful middle-aged man looked back at Son Bin. And replied.

“It’s close.”

The middle-aged man was Saja Hyuk. There was no clothing that he was always wearing, no black man on his back, no Powell. Wearing a long-sleeved robe, his impressive biceps were completely obscured, so that at first glance he looked completely different.

‘The clothes are wings…….’

Even the impression of the face looks completely different when the clothes change. If there used to be a sense of overbearing to make the beholder feel, now it is an exciting impression that is imposing and likable.

“It looks good.”

It goes out. Son Bin reminds me that his attire is tacky.

“I just got clothes to match.”

Son-bin asked Saja-hyuk, who answered boldly.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“Because it’s annoying.”

‘Annoying?’

Son-bin looked up. I think changing clothes is more troublesome, but Saja Hyuk’s words continued.

“The guan army or gossips who see me unconditionally point at the window. The passing uninhabited people burn futile Ho-seung-shim. Besides, how would it not bother those who approach with all their intentions hidden?”

‘Oh.’

Son Bin immediately understood the meaning of what he said.

Who is not wary of seeing an uninhabited man with a huge black great, who also has an unquenchable aura? If you are a Kwan-gun or a su-gun, it is not unusual to pull a window when you see Saja-hyuk.

The Yangtze River is a long river that crosses the continent. The ship passes through numerous cities and cities, and is inspected every time it passes through military facilities or naval bases.

Although it is a formal checkup, the presence of Saja Hyuk is enough to make the formal checkup serious.

‘He’s a man with an intense presence……………’

Son-bin smiled bitter. I didn’t see it, but I understood the situation so well. It is also self-evident that if you are a blood-hungry unmanned man, you will burn the heart of Ho Seung-shim to Saja-hyuk.

Rustling.

Son-bin took out a fine brush and a newly woven booklet from his arms. I have already written the old booklet,and I have tied it up at dawn. This booklet was already the third volume. It is woven from cheap paper and still shabby.

“So you dressed like that?”

“Yes. Most people judge people based on their first impression or appearance.”

Son Bin nodded. This is because Son-bin’s impression of Saja-hyuk looked very different. Even if the inside is still the same lion Hyuk.

“Hmm, somehow, I thought you would break it unconditionally.”

“I don’t know,” said Son-bin, diligently moving the fine brush.

“Such childish thoughts have already been abandoned before. The world is.”

Saja-hyuk turned his head and saw the flowing wave. The blowing wind lightly shakes his hair.

“It’s not just a place to live by power. And I’m not alone in the world.”

Son-bin stopped his brush for a moment and smiled bitterly. It’s so natural, but it’s really new to hear from Saja Hyuk.

“The flow is many. And everywhere. Everyone is together in that flow.”

Saja-hyuk said. His gaze was directed at the wave of the flowing Yangtze River.

“But not many people see it. No one wants to see a big flow.”

“What the hell is that flow?”

Son Bin asked. Saja-hyuk laughed.

“No one can say it. It can be known only by getting it by hand and responding to it by heart.”

‘Get by hand and respond with your heart ‘’

Son-bin noticed that the expression was somewhere familiar.

“That’s not the old Saint’s word for Heaven, is it?”

“Is that so?”

Saja-hyuk said in a nonchalant tone.

“Maybe so. The road to the flow is also known as the road.”

After writing Saja-hyuk’s words, Son-bin asked.

“Anyway, I mean, I didn’t change my clothes to avoid the beauty.”

“Yes.”

“So are you avoiding anyone else?”

Saja-hyuk’s eyes shone sharply.

“Why did you think so?”

Son-bin shrugged at Saja-hyuk’s question.

“If you were to go back to the Yangtze River from the beginning, wouldn’t you have to come back like this?”

If you need a boat to travel back to the Yangtze River, you can go to the Yangtze River Fogu, which is the nearest to Homun Mountain Guzan. It would have been the most comfortable to ride a boat in Infinity at all.

However, Saja-hyuk did not do so. Rather, they were moving around and around without direction.

“There seems to be no particular reason where you stop, so I thought if you want to avoid someone who follows you. I also thought that there was a reason why I did the altercation.”

After a moment of silence, Saja-hyuk said in a low voice.

“Right.”

“Who is he?”

Saja-hyuk’s eyes shook finely. That was the first time Son Bin saw it.

“In this world…….”

As if sighing, Saja-hyuk said.

“I’m the only one who can’t win.”

Son Bin was surprised. It’s amazing that there are people who can’t win, but I never imagined that Saja-hyuk would admit this so smoothly.

‘What a strong man…….’

Son Bin wondered. However, Saja-hyuk kept his mouth firmly shut and said nothing.

The atmosphere was not so bad, so Son-bin had to give up asking any more. It was clear that it was a very sensitive issue for him, and maybe it was a part that should not be touched.

‘Hmm. Who the hell is that? And why?’

Saja Hyuk is avoiding someone. And he’s after Saja-hyuk, perhaps. I wonder who it is, but I wonder why.

‘Are you one of those people who do life and death? I think it’s not like that from the atmosphere…….’

Once there is no tension in Saja-hyuk’s attitude. So it’s not so serious.

‘But I don’t know. This guy is insane.’

It’s insane. Just that such a Saja-hyuk is being avoided, maybe it’s a pretty serious thing. However, if Sajahyuk does not speak, it means that he does not need to know.

Even if it was because of that, Son-bin did not feel very anxious. I’m just wondering who it is and why.

For a while after that, Son-bin was unable to abandon his mind, holding the booklet in his hand. However, Saja-hyuk did not say anything to the end.

***

Shoot me.

Stingak, Stingak.

The carriage was running in the pouring rain. The windows were all tightly closed, but the three rain streams made a sound by constantly tapping the windows.

The carriage was not able to speed properly due to the heavy rain, so the carriage was a little noisy, but it was a relaxed atmosphere with less shaking than usual.

“I’ve come to Sichuan at best, and I can’t even look out.”

Son Bin said in a grumbling voice. Arriving in Chongqing by way of the Yangtze River, the two entered Sichuan province in a carriage.

Son Bin expressed admiration for the exotic mood that was different from ever before, but soon the view disappeared into darkness in the heavy rain.

“The rainy, cloudy sky has its own deep mood, but I can’t open the window at all….”

Son Bin said lamentably. Sichuan Province, which has a rich historical event and a unique culture, is also famous for its rugged pickling and unique spicy cuisine.

As Son Bin, the first person to set foot in such a historical area, it was a shame that he could not see out of the window.

“The climate here is humid and hot.”

Saja-hyuk said in a relaxed voice. He was still wearing a long robe. As soon as I got off the boat in Chongqing, I got into the wagon.

“The food is also a lot of spices, so it’s better to be careful about eating.”

“You’re not going to tell me about that beauty group, are you?”

Saja-hyuk spoke to Son-bin’s question suddenly.

“You don’t need to know, you don’t need to know.”

“The lady said that the situation wasn’t all you planned that day, really?”

“Did you say that?”

“I did.”

Son Bin nodded.

“You have a good memory.”

“It’s no better than a hastily written record.”

Saja-hyuk smiled bitter. Son-bin looked back at the writings he had written that day and found the subject.

“Most people think that others will be similar to themselves. The same is true of the child. Living in intrigue and ruse, I always have a habit of doubting it. That’s just the mistake of the child. But it’s clear that I provoked them first that day.”

“So it means that the only thing that induced that demeanour is the fact. Why did you do it?”

“Didn’t you tell me? I say I’m interested in a strong person. And, I needed to show you. But I didn’t know it would be more troublesome than I thought.”

Saja-hyuk said.

“It’s going to end soon, though.”

Saja-hyuk’s tone was assertive. At least he seemed convinced that Saja-hyuk would not care about the matter.

“Is that person looking for you, strong?”

Saja-hyuk’s face darkened.

Son Bin was inwardly tired, but he did not express his pride. After a moment of silence, Saja-hyuk quietly opened his mouth.

“Strong? Yeah, strong.”

Saja-hyuk said.

“Of all the people of Heaven, there is only one child who can be called the genius of Wugong. If I had shown him the Hyuncheon method as I did to you, he might have already conceived the Fahwe method.”

“Fahew law?”

Son-bin quickly pulled out a booklet and a brush.

“It refers to a way to dig into the weaknesses of a particular weapon and neutralize it professionally. It’s not a big deal in itself, but it has an absolute effect on at least one weapon.”

“Is there anything like that?”

“Knowing the weakness of martial arts, even those who have trained them, often do not know. It is impossible without a fundamental understanding of its prowess and a prodigious genius.”

“Hmm.”

Son Bin nodded, moving his brush.

“I rate him very highly.”

“Is that so?”

Saja-hyuk smiled bitter.

“Maybe.”

Shoot me.

Stingak, Stingak.

Saja-hyuk said nothing more.

In the midst of the sound of the carriage and the sound of the rain, Sun Bin quietly covered the booklet, and after a while the carriage entered Chengdu, the largest city in Sichuan Province.

***

I didn’t hear the sound of mountain birds or the cries of bugs. There was no peculiar smell felt after the rain.

But maybe it’s Son Bin’s mistake. Now all the senses of Son-bin were focused all over the movement of Saja-hyuk unfolding in front of his eyes.

Hoo Hung.

Saja Hyuk’s Powell finished his last move. The black vicar, glistening as if to savor the lingering moment, quietly hid himself in the sheath with a low sound as if he had finished his task.

Throng.

Tak.

Saja-hyuk stood in the middle of an empty vacant lot with moonlight pouring in, quietly savoring the lingering. The blue moon, obscured by Powell’s light, again shines on Sajahyuk’s sturdy back and shoulders, and only Son Bin began to be busy in the red void.

Whyrick, Whyrick.

Son-bin’s fine brush, which had not been stuck until then, ran over the empty booklet and wrote down the sentence with a single sheet of paper. This is because the remnants left by Sajahyuk’s Do had to be written down before they disappeared from his head.

Lowbuck, lowbuck.

Saja-hyuk walked to Son-bin.

“Did you see it?”

“Sleep, wait.”

Son-bin raised one hand and paused Saja-hyuk’s words. And yet the other hand with the fine brush runs over the booklet without a pause.

“Hmm.”

Saja-hyuk looked down at Son-bin in silence.

Sarak, Sarak.

The thin, flying typeface of Son-bin, which is hard to recognize properly, imperceptibly filled one old booklet, and then stopped to fill more than half of it over the next chapter.

“Hoo.”

Son-bin exhaled with a satisfied expression. After waiting for a moment to dry the prey, Sun Bin handed over the bookshelf and saw himself read a few sentences once from the beginning.

“That’s right.”

“It’s getting a lot.”

When Son Bin looks up at Saja-hyuk, Saja-hyuk says.

“My turn does not change, but why does your sentence lengthen?”

Son Bin shrugged.

“Maybe there’s a lot of snow. That’s a good thing, isn’t it? Now it means you’ve got something to look at.”

“It’s not.”

Saja-hyuk shook his head.

“Seeing a lot and seeing right is different. If you do not see a great flow, no matter how many changes and finesse you have seen, you have not seen it correctly. No, rather.”

Saja-hyuk said.

“Being able to see complex changes and glitzy finesse obscures the discerning and blurs the judgment. The more refined and pure everything becomes, the simpler it becomes. What is true is that a child should be able to hold it generously with a handful of hands.”