Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 200

**Chapter 200: The Holgazan is Convinced (5)**

Namgung Hye looked at the group with a strange expression.

‘What strange combination is this?’

The composition of the group was strange for a martial arts tournament.

Sangwan Hong and Eon Hyo are understandable. They should be there. Wei Suryun is also understandable as she is a tournament participant.

But why are Wei Jeonghan and his wife here?

And…

‘Is that person Wei Sanho?’

Namgung Hye felt her heart pounding.

Emotion?

No.

For the future leaders of the time, the name Wei Sanho, the Demon-Expelling Sword, was an idol. She had been at the Academy of the Down Dragon, and knew how amazing the achievements of Wei Sanho were.

It was not easy to see someone considered the best candidate for the title of the best warrior in the world so closely. Even when she and Wei Sanho were at the Academy of the Down Dragon, they rarely met because of the class difference, and when it seemed they could meet, Wei Sanho was often out of the academy.

‘It’s different.’

It was different from what he had seen from afar. Wei Sanho, up close, seemed to show why he was considered the best warrior of the future.

“Oh, my God. Why do I have to go? Damn it, a martial arts tournament… if someone like me goes, they will kill me.”

Namgung Hye opened her eyes a lot.

At first, he thought Wei Sanho had spoken. But unless Wei Sanho had learned ventriloquia, he would not speak with his mouth shut. The complaint came from behind Wei Sanho.

‘Jangil?’

Namgung Hye’s mouth opened slightly.

‘Is that guy going too?’

Jangil, the dog of the Beggar sect, is one of the best future leaders.

But…

“Shut up! Snot! Even a dog from the Beggar sect should not complain so much.”

“…Does Grand Master Gong go too?”

Namgung Hye seemed indifferent to seeing Gong Mujin scolding Jangil. He did not understand why someone from the old schools was involved.

That was already a problem…

‘Even that person…’

Namgung Hye saw Wei Yanho, who had lost all his motivation and was looking to heaven, and could only pray that the journey would end smoothly.

“Hmm, is everyone here?”

After a while, Sima Cheonse and Jo Hyeon approached.

“I am very pleased to see the warriors who will bear the name of the Righteous Martial Alliance. As you know, this tournament is not a normal tournament. Although they say it is to strengthen ties between future leaders, it is more sinister and serious than they believe. Therefore, they must remember that the name of the Righteous Martial Alliance is in their hands, and they must do everything possible…”

At that time, Wei Yanho raised his hand.

“…Why?”

“We already know everything, can we just do it? If we keep listening, we will lose more motivation.”

“…….”

Sima Cheonse ran out of words, but Wei Sanho didn’t.

♪ Slap! ♪

Wei Sanho slapped Wei Yanho in the head.

“Oh, why are you hitting me!”

“How dare you speak to the leader like that? Don’t you know that every word of yours is a criterion for judging our family?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Sometimes, you must know when to shut up.”

Sima Cheonse licked his lips.

‘If you say it’s true, what a shame for me!’

Wei Yanho was a problem, but Wei Sanho was a problem. Sima Cheonse looked at Wei Jeonghan, who was avoiding his gaze, and sighed.

“…do it right. That’s it.”

“Waaaaah!”

Wei Yanho overcrowded.

‘Should I have hit him? Just once?’

Sima Cheonse regretted not beating him during the last fight. If he hadn’t then, there would be fewer opportunities in the future. Wei Yanho was growing rapidly.

In time, you will have to strive not to get punched rather than hit.

When Sima Cheonse retreated, Jo Hyeon stepped forward.

“Questions.”

Jo Hyeon wanted to leave as soon as possible, so he spoke clearly and concisely, but he could not escape Wei Yanho.

Wei Yanho raised his hand.

Jo Hyeon looked at the others.

“Is there a question?”

“I have a question.”

“……well, tell me.”

“There are only these people? I heard there are more than ten participants.”

Jo Hyeon nodded.

“The future leaders of the Righteous Martial Alliance are training. Although they graduated from the academy, those who meet the requirements will meet at the destination.”

“Oh, I see. I thought only these people would go.”

“Is there any other question?”

“No.”

When Wei Yanho nodded, Jo Hyeon sighed and continued:

“Since you arrive in Shanxi, don’t forget that you represent the Righteous Martial Alliance. Please don’t cause trouble and behave until you arrive! Please!”

It began as a warning to all, but ended up as a plea for one person. But the person to whom he made the plea was cleaning his ears and pretending not to listen.

“Ugh.”

Jo Hyeon shook his head and approached Gong Mujin.

“Take care of them.”

“…it’s okay.”

Gong Mujin smiled bitterly.

‘Things are getting complicated.’

The martial arts tournament is good.

Monte Hua’s communication about the tournament and the request for immediate return were also good.

But why is it celebrated on Mount Hua?

“Doesn’t the Righteous Heavenly Alliance have a training camp?”

“Reuniting people in Sichuan is difficult. It is convenient for us.”

“Yes, but…”

Gong Mujin shook his head.

‘The elders have taken the bait.’

Although it cannot be said publicly, Mount Hua feels a subtle inferiority. They say they are the best swordsmen in the world, but they have to admit that they are inferior to Wudang in terms of reputation and status.

If the martial arts tournament is held on Mount Hua, your reputation will increase. It’s a good opportunity, but…

‘It’s a dangerous opportunity…’

Gong Mujin looked at Wei Yanho with concern.

The winner is already decided, and it’s Wei Yanho.

If everything goes well, it will be fine, but if it goes wrong, it will be a historic tournament… but in a bad way.

‘I must stop that guy from causing trouble.’

Gong Mujin and Jo Hyeon exchanged views, their interests coincided.

‘Please.’

‘I will support you.’

When the two nodded, someone was showing their sadness.

“……Why me?”

Seokmuncho, the chief instructor of the Academy of the Agrowed Dragon, seemed about to cry.

“Why! Why me! Officer!”

Jo Hyeon smiled and replied:

“It’s an event for young people. Young people in the academy must participate, who else would?”

“I can’t control it.”

They weren’t young, he was a young man.

“Jeonghan and Gong Mujin will do everything they can. They even added Sanho and others. Don’t worry.”

“Even if you say don’t worry…”

Jo Hyeon patted Seokmuncho on his shoulder.

“I trust you.”

“…Yes.”

Seokmuncho wanted to cry, but the decision was already made.

“Well, let’s…”

Jo Hyeon was about to say leave, when he saw a carriage approaching from afar.

A big carriage pulled by four white horses.

Seomun Dayeon was in the coachman’s seat, and a bald man with the symbol of Shaolin was on the roof.

“W…what is that?”

“It’s my carriage.”

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho smiled at Jo Hyeon’s look.

“I can’t ride a horse.”

“…….”

Jo Hyeon looked up at the sky.

‘Is this correct?’

Jo Hyeon began to doubt whether it was right for Wei Yanho to represent the Righteous Martial Alliance.

He’ll win, he’ll win!

But if something goes wrong, it could turn into a joke.

Wei Yanho smiled at Jo Hyeon.

“I know it is you who send me to the tournament.”

“…….”

“I will give you good news. Don’t worry.”

I’m worried.

I’m so worried I’m sweating.

‘What is this brat planning?’

When Jo Hyeon stretched out his hand to stop him, Wei Yanho climbed into the carriage.

“Mom, get in here.”

“Good.”

When Han Sangah also went up into the carriage, Wei Yanho looked at his head and said:

“See you. Hehe.”

Seeing that bum leave so happy made him feel like something was wrong. He wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

“Ah, and…”

Wei Yanho popped his head again.

“Take good care of the business. Just in case, I put up a poster that says the officer is in charge.”

“Ugh.”

“Bye.”

♪ Bang! ♪ Wei Yanho closed the door.

Jo Hyeon closed his eyes, trembled and looked at Seokmuncho.

“Let’s go?”

“…let’s go.”

“Yes, then…”

When Seokmuncho rode his horse and stepped forward, the others also rode and followed him.

Jo Hyeon grabbed his stomach when he saw the group leave.

“Haah!”

“What’s going on?”

“My stomach hurts a bit…”

“Seokmuncho also said his stomach hurt, and now you… tsk tsk, you must take care.”

Jo Hyeon nodded with a grim expression.

The cause of his stomach pain was moving away, why did his stomach hurt more?

Jo Hyeon, sure that in addition to stomach pain, would also suffer from chronic insomnia, muttered as he watched the carriage move away.

“Please make it all right…”

The image of someone making a wish that will never be fulfilled was devastating.

* * *

“Did you say Monte Hua?”

“Yes.”

“Are you talking about the battle of Mount Hua?”

Gwang Gusin Gye nodded.

“Where Wei Yanho, the Radiant Martial Sovereign, recorded his name for the first time in the world.”

“Then?”

“Yes. A tournament is not important. It all started there. Neither I nor the Master of Divine Abilities knew that that tournament would be the beginning.”

“Hmm…”

Saha, the Historian, nodded seriously.

“The biggest problem is… it was already too late. They had been preparing secretly. It was… hmm…”

Gwang Gusin Gye’s expression disappeared for the first time.

“It was terrifying.”