The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 117

The boat reached the other side in half a day.

Everyone who had safely crossed the river on the boat thanked me and then disappeared one by one.

We found a place at an inn not far from the ferry.

It was because of the promise that if we crossed the river properly, we would be allowed to rest for a whole day.

I'm the type of person who likes to keep promises.

On the other hand, I also like it when the promises I make are kept unconditionally.

"Haa... I feel alive."

I took a clean bath in hot water for the first time in a long time and then came down to the restaurant.

When we entered the inn, I asked everyone what they wanted to do first, and surprisingly, rest was a priority over food.

So I told them to do as they pleased, since we were going to rest all day anyway, and I also went in to wash up and came out.

"What should I eat today?"

I ordered various dishes from the waiter with a happy heart and then sat in the restaurant and looked around.

Although I had just come in without much thought, it was a surprisingly clean and uncrowded inn. It was an inn that would be perfect if only the food was good.

I wasn't worried about the price of the food or lodging.

In the first place, the head of the Zhuge family had given me a very generous amount of travel money, and we had come here sleeping rough and eating whatever we could find while running.

In short, it means that there was no need to spend money.

So it would be enough to indulge for just one day today.

"Ah, Hwi-ya. You came down first."

The next person to come down was Senior Brother Uncheol.

His hair was still wet, as if he had also washed up.

"Yes. You should order something to eat too, Senior Brother. I've already ordered my food."

Then Senior Brother Uncheol also skillfully called the waiter and ordered something to eat, and soon the food came out.

"It seems the others aren't here yet. Shall we eat first?"

"Let's do that."

Senior Brother Uncheol and I silently stuffed food into our mouths.

In fact, at some point, I stopped talking much with my senior brothers.

It's definitely not that our relationship has become distant.

Rather than that... should I say that we've become so close that there's no need to talk?

Now, if I just say something simple, my senior brothers understand my meaning like a ghost and only do things that I like.

The same goes for training. I can't even remember the last time I nagged my senior brothers to train.

My senior brothers now seem to have become bodies that can't live without training as much as... or maybe even more than me.

"Oh, by the way, Hwi-ya."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

"I saw earlier... your Taiji Fist was no ordinary thing. It was a movement that reminded me of Senior Brother Un Gwang."

"Huh, you recognized it right away? I was also thinking of Senior Brother Un Gwang when I did that move."

"So that's what it was."

"In fact, it's true that Senior Brother Un Gwang knows more about the principles of Taiji and martial arts than I do, right? So I was wondering and researching how Senior Brother Un Gwang would move like that, and fortunately, I was able to unfold it well today."

"If you had dodged earlier, the people behind you would have been in danger. You did well."

"If that had happened, you were going to back me up, right, Senior Brother? Because it's more important to prevent people from getting hurt than the outcome of the spar."

At my words, Senior Brother Uncheol's eyes went wide.

In fact, I knew.

Among my senior brothers, only Senior Brother Uncheol had moved to back me up.

Was it when Mo Yong Baek-jin had lost his reason and was swinging his sword wildly?

My senior brother had put his hand on his scabbard and moved to a position to receive his sword, and if I had dodged his attack, Senior Brother Uncheol would have drawn his sword and saved the common people.

"You... knew."

"Yes. Of course I knew."

"It's not that I didn't trust you. But I thought there might be a situation I didn't know about."

"You did well. Rather, because you were behind me earlier, I was able to unfold the Taiji Fist with a peaceful mind. Because I believed that even if I failed, you would block it."

"Keu-heum..."

Although Senior Brother Uncheol coughed awkwardly, my words that I was able to unfold the Taiji Fist thanks to him are sincere.

Of course, the meaning was a little different.

'Because I couldn't let my senior brother get hurt trying to block the attack.'

No matter how much Senior Brother Uncheol has improved now, he is still not enough to block the sword that Mo Yong Baek-jin threw with the intention of killing someone without any damage.

It's not that Senior Brother Uncheol is weak, but that Mo Yong Baek-jin is too strong.

Mo Yong Baek-jin seems to have already surpassed the level called first-rate.

Considering his age of only twenty, it is a tremendous achievement.

But Senior Brother Uncheol is at the upper level of the second-rate, a little short of the first-rate.

Although you might think that the difference in their skills is not much, the more you go into the world of masters, the more the outcome and life and death are decided by a paper-thin difference.

So I thought it was more right for me to handle it than to let my senior brother take a risk that could get him hurt.

"By the way, what are you going to do with that guy?"

"Mo Yong Baek-jin?"

"Yes. Seeing that he still hasn't woken up, I wonder if he's seriously injured."

"Although I'm not a doctor, when I saw him earlier, it wasn't a serious injury."

"Really? Then that's a relief."

"His internal injuries are also minor, and as for his external injuries... he has bruises and his tendons are injured and his bones are a little dislocated, but it's not to the point of death."

"....... I think ordinary people would call that a serious injury."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "It's not to the point of death, and it's to the point where he can fully recover, so it's not a serious injury."

"Was your standard for a serious injury or not divided by whether recovery is possible or not?"

"Of course. I told you before, right? That pain gathers to form growth. In a way, such injuries may also be the foundation for growth. That's what I mean."

Since I thought it was a sophism even to myself, I chuckled to myself and then continued, "For now, I'm thinking of waking him up here and, if he wants, accompanying him to the Nangong family."

"To the Nangong family...?"

"Yes. In any case, Mo Yong Baek-jin's destination is the Nangong family, and so are we, right? There's no need for people going the same way to go separately. Don't you think so?"

At my words, Senior Brother Uncheol reflexively nodded his head, but he had a somewhat anxious expression.

"But will that guy obediently follow our words? I don't think so."

"Then what... I'll just make him follow."

"How?"

"Don't you know better than me, Senior Brother?"

At my words, my senior brother suddenly put down the chopsticks he was eating with.

His appetite must have suddenly disappeared.

"Th-That means... no, then wouldn't our relationship with the Mo Yong family get worse or something?"

"Get worse? Why?"

"So, the way you make him listen..."

"It's conversation. Conversation and negotiation."

"Ah...!"

At my words, Senior Brother Uncheol broke out in a sweat and vigorously nodded his head up and down.

"That's right. That's right. Conversation and negotiation. Haha. That's right. That's right."

"Why. No way. Did you think I would hit him until he listened?"

"No? No. You originally like to solve things peacefully through conversation, don't you? Hahaha."

Seeing Senior Brother Uncheol laughing awkwardly and wiping the sweat from his forehead, I let out a small laugh.

In fact, my senior brother is right. For now, we'll try to talk, and if the conversation doesn't work, well... it's only natural that we have to continue the conversation with our bodies.

But in fact, there is another reason why I am concerned about Mo Yong Baek-jin.

'That guy... he won't improve at all for at least the next six or seven years.'

As I said before, Mo Yong Baek-jin is already a first-rate master. A master who can freely handle techniques using internal energy and can fully imbue his sword with energy.

With just that much, he can split a large tree like tofu, and if he's good, he can even cut a rock.

But the problem is that there is almost no difference in skill between the Mo Yong Baek-jin I fought in my past life and the Mo Yong Baek-jin I fought today.

He is now twenty years old. At that time, he was twenty-seven, I think.

In short, it means that his growth has stopped.

'It's not a talent that would stop at just that level.'

In fact, although Mo Yong Baek-jin is a very annoying, rude, irritating, impolite, and merciless personality-disordered person, his talent alone is worth seeing.

No matter how much you plaster yourself with advanced martial arts and elixirs, if your own aptitude is lacking, you won't even be able to accept them.

But it's hard to accept that his growth has already stopped.

So I want to sit him next to me and find out the reason a little.

No matter how much I dislike him, in the end, the Mo Yong family is also a pillar of the Orthodox Faction.

In the future, when we fight the Demonic Cult, we'll need to borrow even a cat's paw, so if the power of the Mo Yong family is added, it will surely be a great force.

"You were here first. The two of you."

At that time, Zhuge Yun came down to the restaurant.

Perhaps because of the long-awaited rest, the atmosphere of the noble young master he had when I first met him had returned.

I bowed my head politely to him and greeted him.

"Older brother, you've come."

"Please don't call me older brother, can't you? I apologize like this... heup!"

When I glared at him, Zhuge Yun covered his mouth and said to me in a very awkward voice, "Ah. Younger brother. When. Did you come down?"

"It's been a while. I've almost finished eating. Why did it take you so long, older brother?"

"After a long time. In hot water. I soaked my body, and then, I fell asleep..."

When I slammed the table, Zhuge Yun was startled.

I looked at him and said with a bright smile, "Ah. There was a bug. What did you say? Your tone is so awkward and choppy that I couldn't understand you well."

"Ah, no. I said I put my body in hot water and fell asleep for a while and then came out."

"Ah. Was that what you said? I thought you were saying you wanted to have a spar with me."

"No way! Wahaha. The atmosphere here is so nice. Waiter! Please bring some food. Anything. Something that comes out quickly!"

Zhuge Yun hurriedly called the waiter and changed the atmosphere, and Senior Brother Uncheol and I laughed without reservation.

Although it's only been a few days since he left home, Zhuge Yun's atmosphere has really changed a lot.

It seems he has forgotten all about the dark past.

And so, our party began to join one by one.

Senior Brothers Unjeong, Unsik, and Unmi also came down looking neat, and the last person to come down was Miss Zhuge Ling.

To be honest, the moment I saw her, I was surprised once again by her beauty.

Although she wasn't wearing heavy makeup and had just washed off her shabby appearance, her skin seemed to glow.

'She's a kid. A kid.'

I said to myself as if I were making a promise, and then I naturally turned my gaze away from her, and Zhuge Ling also ordered food and began to eat.

And so, when everyone's meal was about to end.

"Keuk... why... am I here..."

Mo Yong Baek-jin, who was still holding his head and chest as if they were hurting, appeared.

Although I had roughly wiped his face and crumpled him up in the room earlier, his face was still pale, as if he had put on makeup as soon as he woke up.

I waved my hand cheerfully at him.

"I brought you here. Come this way."

"You... you bastard! Where did you bring me!"

"Then should I have left you at the bottom of that river? This is an inn in Yuexi, Anhui Province."

"I was clearly having a spar with you..."

"You fainted."

"What?"

"If you faint, you lose. Don't you remember?"

"Ah...!"

His pupils shook back and forth and then returned to their original position, so it seems all his memories have returned now.

"You must be hungry, so come here and have something to eat."

"Eat? Do you think I'm in the mood to eat with you?"

"It's a four or five-day journey from here to the Nangong family. The banquet is more than a week away. What does that mean? It means we have plenty of time."

"Are you playing with words now..."

"It's a play on words. But does my word to sit here and eat sound like a joke...?"

I looked him straight in the eye and said.

Mo Yong Baek-jin, who was staring back at me as if he wouldn't lose.

He had a staring contest with me for a long time... and then he sat down at a nearby table with a thud and said, "Waiter. One Yuxiang Donggu and Zhuyeqing... What? The Yuxiang Donggu is not available? Then... bring me a Tangcu Liji."

Although it seems he ordered a meal according to my words, it was Mo Yong Baek-jin who made it strangely unpleasant even so.

(End of Chapter)