Tale of a Scribe who Retires to the countryside - Chapter 13

Saja-hyuk’s words resonated with Son-bin. Son Bin, who was already moving his brush, said.

“Is that the trick of Hyuncheon?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. I agree with that. The better it’s written, the more concise and lucid it is.”

Son Bin said as he went down to write down Sajahyuk’s words.

“It’s fun to build a sentence as you want, so it seems like it’s a little bit of excitement.”

“Arm torture?”

Son-bin smiled bitter.

“It’s a sentence format used in past tests. The rate is strictly set, so if you’re wrong a little bit, it’s a fall. Thanks to this, it was only the form and shape of the sentence rather than the meaning of the sentence.”

“That’s the case with no-ball.”

Saja-hyuk said.

“But I like to be rather strict. What is not well-established in learning martial arts becomes false, and ignoring the importance of small things prevents it from eventually reaching a fundamental understanding.”

Son-bin moved his brush again and quickly wrote down Saja-hyuk’s words.

“What did you see in that demeanour?”

I heard Saja-hyuk’s voice. Saja-hyuk was imperceptibly looking at Son-bin and asking. The demur that Sajahyuk says is probably the demur that Wigazin says.

“I don’t know.”

Son Bin said.

“Still,your last work is like a Hyuncheon road.”

“So, does that mean that everything else is not like Hyuncheon Road?”

Son-Bin answered involuntarily,breathing lightly over the shabby booklet.

“The other thing is…… What, it’s a little stuffy.”

Saja-hyuk smiled faintly.

“The island is called “섬電一刀”.”

“The day before the island?”

Son Bin smitten.

“Powell’s Eclipse.”

If it is an island war, it refers to lightning that flashes momentarily. It means very fast, but Son-bin rather shook his head.

‘Well, was it fast?’

I think it was not a very laid-back and laid-back feeling, so Son Bin wrote, ‘The day before the island of Powell.’ And after waiting for a while to dry the feeding, covered the booklet.

Tak.

“Let me stay alone tomorrow.”

Son-bin raised his head and looked at Saja-hyuk. Looking up at the sky, Sajahyuk’s gaze sinks into the coolness.

“All right.”

Son Bin nodded. It was clear that Saja-hyuk’s life and death were close.

***

Son-bin woke up in the early morning as ever. I opened the window to breathe the cold dawn air and look at the exotic scenery in the distance.

‘Sichuan.’

He stands in a famous area that has a lot of history and stories.

Sun Bin looked leisurely at the dawn of Sichuan. It was not clear that the dawn was not yet visible, but rather it made me feel like I was seeing a pale dark ink painting.

After admiring the landscape for a moment, Son Bin washed his face with prepared water and purified his coffin. Then he sat down, took out the scriptures he had always read, and began to read quietly.

Tweet.

How long has it passed? The sound of birds in the early dawn is heard outside the window. Son Bin quietly covered the book. And got up from the seat.

Rattling.

The window was pretty bright imperceptibly. Looking at the far-away Sichuan landscape, Sun Bin recalled last night’s work.

‘It’s life and death……’

Life or death is the death of someone. Saja Hyuk also said he would kill himself. However, it is still vague for Son Bin and does not come to the skin.

After reaching Chongqing on the Yangtze River, he ran a carriage to the saints. This will probably be the first place of life and death.

Saja-hyuk asked Son-bin to stay alone today, perhaps in order to make some preparation related to his life and death. Above all, his cool gaze tells us that life and death are imminent.

‘Why does he want to live and die?’

There must be an unusual reason. The deep eyes that Saja-hyuk sometimes shows when talking about life and death are not just because of Ho Seung-shim.

When you think about your duty with Wigazin, you are never one to kill an opponent for no reason.

‘I asked you to record why you were living and dying, and I didn’t tell you……………’

Son Bin sighed.

‘But, too, you might as well wait a little longer.’

It is better to wait for the words to come out naturally than to ask them directly. In the first place, Son Bin is not the one who digs and finds what he decided to do, but the one who watches and records it.

‘And then, did you say that the more refined and pure, the simpler it becomes?’

I remember what Saja Hyuk said in the middle of the night.

Son-bin immediately searched his luggage and took out all the tracts he had ever written. Starting with the first old booklet, it has already been three volumes. Considering that it has been less than a month since I met Saja-hyuk, it is quite a lot.

‘Certainly the longer you go back, the longer the sentence and the more brilliant the investigation.’

Looking through the records, Son-bin nodded.

‘But the front part, do you need to fix a lot?’

It was written by himself a while ago, but the sentence seems sloppy and strange.

Son-bin took out a fine brush and opened the booklet he is now using. And I wrote down what I thought was necessary to modify. This is because this method is more effective than fixing the original yourself.

It’s a great place to be.

Son-bin slowly re-read the old writings he had written down. With a middle-of-the-road frown and a nod, Son-bin continued to write down what needed to be corrected. After all, all that morning, Son Bin could not release the book from his hand.

***

‘Whoa.’

Son Bin admired.

Saints are large and troublesome. Like Sichuan’s busiest city, the streets are overflowing with people and goods. In addition, the appearance of the people passing by was so different from what Son Bin had ever seen, that Son Bin had no desire to turn his eyes to and fro.

Gina’s girls ‘ outfits are so attractive that little by little something unique takes away their eyes.

‘This is Sichuan Province.’

Sun Bin realized for the first time that he was in Sichuan. Maybe that was because of the excitement that free time gives after a long time. After spending a while on the streets of Saints and people watching, Son-bin broke up his mind.

‘But I’m not going to do this here, but I’m going to go to Mufusa or per second.’

Mufusa is the temple where Jegalyang is enshrined, and Chodang is the place where Dubbo, called Canonization, lived. Both are must-see attractions for visitors to Sichuan Province.

‘Well, first of all…….’

Son Bin thought where to go. Muhusa is better to see, but you can’t ignore the second time the name of Canonization Dubbo is taken.

‘Mufusaya is an interesting place, so I need to go to the second party first.’

If the saints had heard of Son Bin’s inner life, perhaps Son Bin would not have encountered Chidogon that day. Jegalyang and Muhusa are places that have a special meaning for the people of the saints.

Even if it is a man of a long time past and there is nothing like a real relic.

Fortunately, Son-bin’s inner mouth did not come out of his mouth. Walking leisurely through the bustling and complex streets of saints, Son Bin moved towards Chodang.

“Hoo, it’s hot.”

Son-bin broke the Baekwosun in his hand. The white debt of the flag, which is commonly sold on the street, caused the wind, but the wet and hot climate does not even make it fizzle.

Lowbuck, lowbuck.

Son-bin walked into the bamboo forest path, Phalanx Baekwuseon. The bamboo forest road seemed to have a good mood, but it seemed to be cooler.

Shoot, baby.

Not surprisingly, when you enter the bamboo forest path, the bamboo makes a sound in the wind.

Bamboo growing everywhere in Sichuan was forming a forest here in Chodang, and the bamboo leaves swaying in unison in the blowing wind seemed to look like a passing wind.

‘You have a good mood.’

Listening to the sound of a cool wind that seemed to wash away the heat, Son-bin lowered his backline and took a leisurely step.

As you enter the forest, dense bamboo covers the sky, unlike when you see it from the outside. It’s obviously the same climate, but it’s cool enough to feel rather cool.

Shoot me.

The wind through the bamboo forest makes a sound again. Son-bin walked very slowly, half closing his eyes and enjoying the atmosphere of the blue wind.

When I was so immersed in the mood, a verse of Dubbo’s poem, called Canonization, flowed into Son Bin’s mouth on its own.

“The good rain comes down to know the days……………”

That was just then.

Sarak.

Something fragrant faintly grazed the tip of Son Bin’s nose. The scent, which passed momentarily, was strange, but at the same time an intense impression in one corner of my memory.

‘Huh?’

Son Bin opened his eyes. And I found a lady walking from the other side of the bamboo forest. She was walking slowly along a small path that stretched between a wall of bamboo that seemed to cover the sky.

Shoot me.

The blue wind through the bamboo shakes her long hair. Lightly touching her head with one hand in the wind, she was watching the bamboo forest involuntarily with her deep eyes.

As everyone who visits the second party does, the sword gently shakes at her waist as she walks slowly.

Son-bin stopped in place without knowing himself. His gaze was nailed to her as she walked.

Long black hair and unruly ornaments on numberless clothes. And one sword hung at the waist. She was the one who saved Son Bin from Wuhan Hwang Hak-roo.

It was nice. But beyond that, I had no idea. She slowly approached while Son Bin was nailed to the spot. Her eyes were deep and dark, as if immersed in thought as she looked at the bamboo forest.

Sabak, Sabak.

Walking across the street, she soon found Son Bin standing as if nailed to her eyes. A moment of wonder and vigilance passed in her eyes, and her eyes sparkled gently. Perhaps she remembered Son Bin, too.

“Oh…….”

I tried to say something, but my voice didn’t come out properly. I didn’t even think I should say Moore.

Meanwhile, as she approached, she nodded very little toward Son Bin.

It was a moment, but Son-bin carefully saw her gaze soften and her red lips draw a slight line. It was as if his eyes were brightening.

Sarak.

The moment passed like a moment. She does not stop her steps and grazes her hand like the wind.

‘Oh!’

Son Bin wanted oops. I could not send her past this. I had to say something. Son-bin turned his head hastily.

Shoot, baby.

The bamboo forest made a sound again. The wind gently warps her dark hair and hem.

Sabak, Sabak.

She slowly moved away, but Son Bin did not call her. No, I couldn’t call. Her back was somehow sad, because she did not dare to call her up.

In the meantime, she slowly and surely moved away and hid herself among the bamboo groves.

“Haaah…….”

Son-bin heaved a long sigh as he lamented.

‘Should I have spoken? Say anything…….’

It was a shame. I thought I should have spoken, but she just grazed me with a simple glance. That’s just enough greeting, that’s what she thought.

‘It is not easy to pass a man whom you have met in Infinity, in the second house of the Saints….’

In retrospect, she did not give any special meaning to saving Son Bin from the beginning. Didn’t you teach me the name properly and just say “Kangha-soo-yeon”?

‘Water mist under the river…….’

When the sun rises, it’s like a fog of water that disappears without a trace, so it swerves?

Her appearance was already gone, but Son Bin could not go either this way or that way, and stood there for a while. Only the blue wind through the bamboo forest made occasional noises.

***

I can’t wait to see what’s going on.

With a kick, Son-bin entered the guest room with a weary step. Sitting at the table in front of his eyes, Son Bin lifted the teapot on the table and filled it in an empty mug.

Again.

Making a small noise, the mug was filled. It was already cold tea, but in the hot and humid Sichuan climate, it is rather cool tea.

Vulcuk.

With no desire to savor the taste or aroma, Son-bin took the tea. And I put the mug down.

Tak.

“Hoo.”

Son Bin heaved a long sigh.

‘I didn’t meet you after all.’

Frowning, Son-bin reproved himself.

‘Stupid, so I should have spoken to you in the first place.’

Sun Bin, who had been standing for a while in the bamboo forest, looked for her only later, as if he were in his mind. Not only did she jump in the direction of the bamboo forest where she had disappeared, but she also looked up and down every second.

The Chodang, which was also a temple before, is wider than I thought, so it took a while to find the small lake, the leakage, and the place. She was drenched with sweat as she walked around in the hot weather, but in the end, Son-bin could not find her anywhere per second.

‘Stupid.’

Why didn’t you say hello to me when you first saw me? Why didn’t you call her up? He blamed himself, but he was not sure if he would be able to greet him if he was in such a situation again.

Maybe it was a good thing to have grazed that much. Rather than talking to her and being perceived as a nuisance.

“Hoo.”

Even if you think so, you can’t help but feel sorry for it.

Between them, Dotsoi came and received an order. Sun Bin, who had been eating for a long time, ordered Sichuan-specific food that looked suitable. It was a type of noodles with spicy tofu dishes and broth, and the rich broth had a unique taste unique to Sichuan.

However, the troublesome Son-bin did not relish the taste properly.

‘Can we meet again?’

A bareback horse eating a meal is sitting at the table bareback and thinking about it, and someone is sitting in the front seat. He was a man with a physique that was big enough to cover his vision.

Rattling.

He was the Lion Hyuk.

“Rest.”

Saja-hyuk said so. His eyes sank deep.

“Today will be a tough night, maybe.”

That was the only thing Saja-hyuk said, but Son-bin intuitively noticed.

‘Life and death!’

His mind was as if he had been hit with a head. Someone must die,and life begins. It’s the first time, and in some cases, it’s the last time.

Gulp.

Son-bin swallowed the spit without knowing himself.