Tale of a Scribe who Retires to the countryside - Chapter 9

Whisk.

Suddenly someone appeared in a place where there was nothing. It appeared as if it had fallen on the grass, and it made almost no sound, as if a light cotton had fallen.

“Huck.”

Surprised is rather Son Bin. Sun Bin, who was sitting, stood up and swallowed the wind.

Apparently there was no one, but I heard a moan, and then a person appeared, so I was upset.

Just how close you were, it seemed to me that you heard a moan in your ears.

‘Nu, who…… No, how the hell is that…….’

I guessed who it was. Four people were in the group, and three appeared, and perhaps this is the last one left.

But I can’t see how the hell he was hiding it.

There was clearly no one behind him, and what you see in front of you is clearly a person. It’s also the outline of a woman.

“I don’t care whether it’s dark or hiding.”

Saja-hyuk said in a loud voice.

“But hiding in such a place is unpleasant.”

“I apologize for the fact that I defied the planting of the Great Canyon.”

The woman’s voice came out. Saja-hyuk turned his head. Beyond the two young men, standing like a wall, the cold-looking beauty said:

“But Hanga just stayed true to his work. It would have been best for her to be on the lookout for him, rather than a great deal that she could not dare to deal with.”

“Who is Daegyeong?”

Saja-hyuk said with a scoffing look.

“I do not care neither 俠, nor 義. Don’t call me a great deal.”

“That’s so, master.”

She said so in a natural tone. Lee Chae turned to Saja-hyuk’s eyes.

“You look like someone I don’t like.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Bowing lightly, the woman said.

Saja-hyuk cast a sharp glance at the woman lying behind Son-bin.

The woman, who had raised her body, bit her lip and glanced at her hand. And lightly rolled his feet.

Tak.

The woman moved to the side of the group, only to kick the ground once.

‘Whoa.’

Son-bin marveled into it. It was an incredibly light body that collapsed with a groan.

Unlike what she had seen in the evening, she was dressed in a light suit, and her eyes, looking at her for a moment, were sharp as if they were pricked. It’s different from the first impression that it looked cute.

“Well, now that you have saved Suha’s life according to your will.”

Saja-hyuk said, looking straight at the beauty of the cold impression.

“Is it not time to test me?”

Lee chae turned her eyes. Saja-hyuk’s use of the word’test ‘ suggests a lot. Her intentions, of course, up to her stasis.

Maybe it’s just her Jirejim, but Saja-hyuk is never a person to be seen. Not only his prowess, but also his discerning or palpitation.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Yes,” she said, indignantly. I feel a cold chill in her voice.

Sarak.

At the same time as she took a step back, a young man looking like a scion stepped forward.

I can’t wait to see what’s going on.

A few steps forward, he lightly gathered both hands and expressed an example.

“It’s called Wigazin.”

“It’s Lion Hyuk.”

Saja-hyuk replied. It was as if he were looking down.

Wigazin, a young man who looked like a noble man, was never small, but when he stood in front of Sajahyuk, he seemed to differ greatly from the actual ideal.

“It is an honor to share the sword with the cause.”

“You are.”

Saja-hyuk said to Wei Ga-jin, who expressed an example.

“You need to be more honest.”

Stomach Gazin slightly frowns. Saja-hyuk spoke.

“Take away the hypocrisy and politeness that you put in your mouth. If you get used to not living as it comes out of your own mind, your sword will never find my way.”

“Not hypocrisy. But if it is the will of the cause.”

Throng.

Wigazin drew his sword. A sharp aura stretches out from the revealed sword. The straightened sword, without a little twist, and the blue sword blade, like the moon breaking, looked uncanny.

“I’ll deal with it with power.”

Wigazin’s eyes were burning like fragments. The eyes, always calm and calm, as if refined, were nowhere now. Now his eyes were the eyes of an uninhabited man who had discovered the mighty, it was.

“Yeah, I should.”

Saja-hyuk laughed lightly. With him, Powell, a black vicar, appeared behind Saja-hyuk’s back.

Throng.

“Wouldn’t it be fun to trample?”

The moonlight was breaking blue at the end of Powell’s road.

Gulp.

Son-bin swallowed the spit without knowing himself. He was deprived of the nerve that came to the confrontation that was about to unfold in front of his eyes, but in fact, now he had his fingertips.

‘I need to write that down earlier.’

My heart wants to move the brush and write it down even now. But I can’t take my eyes off him for a moment to miss the mission.

‘As it comes from the heart, his sword finds its way. As it comes out of my heart……………’

He mumbled inside and memorized the sentence he had to write down. Then I heard Saja-hyuk’s voice.

[You should see the flow.]

‘Eh?’

Son-bin looked around without knowing himself. The voice, which was clear of Saja-hyuk, seemed to be heard right in his ears.

But of course there is no one next to him, and Saja-hyuk is clearly standing in front of him.

[Do not be bound by your brother and expression, find a big flow.]

‘Type (mold) and expression(equation)?’

I wanted to see if it meant appearance. And Son-bin could see that his guess was correct.

[Do not take your eyes away from the splendor you see, but always keep in mind the way and the flow. The way does not appear to those who do not want to see it.]

The expression of Saja-hyuk in front of it has not changed in a little bit. I couldn’t see how he would give his voice to Son Bin.

In addition, when I looked at the faces of others, I thought that the only thing I could hear was Son Bin.

[So, simply put.]

I saw Son Bin’s bewildered face, and I heard Saja Hyuk’s voice again.

[Look at me.]

Son-bin smiled bitter.

‘What confidence is this.’

The subject of Son Bin’s writing is Saja Hyuk, so his word to see himself is correct.

However, being able to say that so openly means that Saja-hyuk is not an ordinary person. In a sense.

‘Oh, I need to write this down.’

I have to write it down, but I can’t write it down.

It will be a while to tease Sephil, but in between, the two will begin to scream.

And Son Bin did not want to miss the scene for a single moment.

As Son-bin thought, the two men’s demeanour under the moonlight soon began. The beginning was from the sword of Wigazin.

∴

Whyrick.

The tip of Wigazin’s sword, with its strength, ran sharp, tearing the wind. However, Daedo Powell turned the direction of the sword by merely swiping it.

Kaang.

Wigazin’s sword swings loudly with a dull, faltering sound.

However, Wigazin was already predicting the situation. The sword, which seemed to stir, imperceptibly changes direction in a circle, and then slashes towards Sajahyuk without ejaculation.

‘Oh.’

The behavior of Wiegazin was like an amazing honor, so Son Bin admired it inwardly. This is because the raid, which once seemed to be intercepted, has become imperceptibly more deadly and sharp.

However, Son Bin’s admiration was false, and Wigazin’s black did not serve its purpose this time.

Chaang.

At that moment, Wigazin put himself into the force of the collision of the sword and the road, and naturally pulled himself back.

Whyrick.

Saja-hyuk’s turn did not pursue Wigazin.

Tak.

“That’s amazing.”

Looking at Saja-hyuk, Wigazin said.

“I’m the first person to handle a large dog so naturally and delicately.”

Originally, the sword is a weapon that focuses on power and power. On the other hand, the sword is ahead with sharp attacks that stab brilliant changes and loopholes.

However, unlike its appearance, Saja-hyuk’s daedo moved very smoothly and naturally. And always shed or twist Wigazin’s brilliant attack with minimal movement.

It’s like catching a flying mosquito with a large axe, so it’s impossible to handle that heavy road like my hand, no more delicately than that.

It was no wonder that Wigazin admired it.

“That’s because you haven’t met Coriander before.”

Wigazin smiled bitter.

“Are not the shamans of Shaolin, the great disciples of Huashan, and the great disciples of the five Great ages?”

“At the point of feeding Moonpana Sega.”

Saja-hyuk said in a choleric voice.

“It’s already been a while away from the real adherents.”

Wigazin’s face was distorted. I started with pure admiration for my opponent’s skills, because I thought he was rather mocking himself.

“You’re pretty arrogant.”

“I’m not arrogant.”

Saja-hyuk laughed. That was so pure a jibe.

“I’m just stronger than you.”

Wigazin shook his teeth. He glanced back and looked at the beauty of the cold impression. She nods lightly towards Wigazin. Wigazin’s eyes shone.

“Be careful. From now on, it will be a little different.”

“Now you’re mimicking the odd Jungpa?”

Saja-hyuk said.

“Arthur. It doesn’t suit you.”

Wigazin did not treat him. However, he slowly drew up his strength by choosing his breath.

Boo-woong.

His sword began to vibrate and glow blue.

‘ohhhhhhhhh.’

Watching, Son-bin swallowed the wind in amazement.

‘I, that’s it…….’

The blue light I saw on the road of Saja Hyuk. The eerie blue light was blooming from the sword of Wigazin.

∴

“Won’t it be a little early?”

Soha, a young-looking young man, said.

“My brother has the skills to match the top figures of the White Rock. Rather than revealing the truth already, it is more time to identify the opponent……………”

“No, it’s not.”

A woman in light clothing, Hanga said. Her big, cute eyes were impressive, and she was watching the rain with sharp eyes.

“If not now, there might not be a chance.”

It was a pretty neat word that wasn’t her usual thing. It’s a completely different look from her, who was always clumsy and careful to speak.

“Now or there is no chance?”

Cold impression beauty said.

“Yes.”

He did not take his eyes off the rain, and Hanga replied.

“Before his patience runs out, he must first win the game. If he wants to finish his duties, Confucius will no longer have a chance.”

“I don’t have a chance……………”

Soha said in a tone that seemed incredible. He has always respected Hanga’s judgment, but there was no time when he had such a big gap as now.

“Don’t you think he’s a sword?”

“I don’t know that, but…….”

Shaking his head, Hanga said.

“At least his words were never nonsense.”

“Say?”

To Soha, staring with a puzzled expression, Hanga replied: “I’m not going to do it.”

There was a faint fear in her face, still eyeing Saja-hyuk.

“I just said that the lady saved my life.”

Soha’s complexion changed. Doesn’t Hanga’s words mean that a little while ago she could have died for Saja-hyuk?

Soha looked at Saesam Sajahyuk, and the intense sound of Wigazin burst out.

“Haa!”

Sheik.

At the moment, Wiegazin’s sword, which was blooming blue, drew a blue trajectory and struck towards Sajahyuk with intense momentum.

His sword revealed its teeth towards Sajahyuk. Wigazin’s blackness stretched out like blue silk, leaving a long afterglow in the air.

“Hmm.”

Saja-hyuk laughed.

“Yeah. This should be this much.”

Whook.

A bluish aura bloomed from Powell, the ebon daedon of Sajahyuk. It was a perfect pottery that bloomed from the road of the blocky Lion Hyuk, which did not stand on the day.

∴

Kaang, Kwang!

It was as if a sound close to a swoon rang out. It was an incredible deafening sound of iron and iron clashing.

‘That’s amazing.’

Son-bin put his tongue out with a tired look.

‘How does that happen in the hands of men?….’

The blue light emanated from the sword and the blue light emitted by the ebon great was dizzying and convoluted.

From the sound, it was clear that the sword and the sword were fighting, but Son-bin’s eyes did not follow the moment.

The only thing you can see is the blue traces left by the sword and the sword.

It seemed to me that Son Bin would be tired of following those dizzying tracks with his eyes.

‘At first glance, it seems to be pushed…….’

Kwang!

Another swoon rang out.

The blue black of Wigazin came like a high tide towards Sajahyuk. Sometimes with sharp, sometimes destructive force, Wigazin flew a break-free onslaught toward Sajahyuk.

Son Bin, looking up, felt dizzy at the glitz.

Powell, the great master of Saja-hyuk, was also peering at the blue pottery, but it seemed to him that he could not exert his power in front of the fierce Wigazin’s sword.

Sometimes he played a counterattack, but it was a level that prevented or shed his opponent’s attack.

If you don’t know, it looks like you’re barely taking an attack from your opponent.

‘But I don’t feel like I’m going to lose at all.’

Son-bin, looking at Saja-hyuk inquiringly, remembered what he had said.

‘Flow…….’

Son-bin glanced at the gorgeous aura of the sword and sword. And I looked at Saja Hyuk. His movements, his gaze, and his figure were drawn out of the air.

‘Even if you say that, what the hell do you want to see?….’

It’s just a matter of asking you to see something you don’t know.

‘Well, I just feel like I’m not going to lose……’

Seeing the two men’s demeanour, Son-bin shrugged his shoulders. It was just a vague feeling, far from being a judgment or a prediction.

‘What, a little…….’

I don’t know Mu-gong, but I know Sa-ja-hyuk. I don’t know Vimu, but I’ve seen Hyuncheon Road law again and again.

It was one thing that Son Bin felt when he saw Saja Hyuk now.

“Do you feel stuffy?”

Son-bin muttered without knowing himself.

The Hyuncheon road that unfolded before his eyes is never like that. Saja-hyuk, who scattered Sipperan pottery under the moonlight,is never like that.

When I asked what was different, I didn’t have a word to answer, but Son-bin felt that way.

That was the moment.

“Now, it’s over.”

Saja-hyuk said.