Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 210

**Chapter 210: The Holgazán goes to Mount Hua

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“Huh?”

Wei Yanho turned his head and saw a man in a martial arts uniform approaching with a smile.

‘It’s not from Mount Hua.’

Although he was wearing a uniform, it wasn’t the uniform of the

Monte Hua

It was different from the uniform of Gong Mujin and I Seolhwa.

A black uniform with a Tai Chi symbol embroidered on the right side of the chest…

‘Wudang?’

With the headdress he wore, he was clearly from Wudang. Even Wei Yanho, who did not know the martial world well, knew that only Wudang used Tai Chi as a symbol.

“Wudang?”

“That’s right, young Wei.”

“What are you doing here?”

The man smiled.

“I didn’t come to spy on your training, don’t be so serious. I don’t enjoy the bustle, so I was training up and down. I saw your training by chance, please forgive me.”

Wei Yanho nodded.

While spying on the training of others is a taboo in the martial world, this was not a place to train, and I could not ask passersby to leave.

“Do you have a problem? Can I help you?”

“You are very meddling.”

“Hahahaha, that’s who the Taoists are. Why be Taoist if you’re not going to help others?”

“Isn’t nature the fundamental principle of Dao?”

“That is a basic idea. The prejudices about Taoism are difficult to overcome. In short, those who seek their own Dao, separated from humanity, tend to rot in the mountains. The true Dao is found when he is among the people.”

“… Sounds good, but I don’t understand anything.”

“Whatever.”

♪ Clang. ♪

The man drew his sword.

“No matter what I say. The important thing is that I came to help you.”

“Help?”

“Are you not looking for the balance between the ‘Yin’ and the ‘Yang’? Wudang is the best at that. I think I can help you.”

Wei Yanho looked at the Taoist with a stunned expression.

How to describe this feeling?

Not even when an ant says to an elephant, “I’ll show you what heaviness means,” would he feel so surprised.

“No, I think I’m fine.”

“Hahahaha, don’t be ashamed. I’m not underestimating you.”

Wei Yanho decided to listen to what this guy was saying and shut up.

“The fact that you’re here in a non-Mount Hua uniform means you’re a tournament participant. Someone like you can’t be weak. But even if you’re strong, finding the balance between ‘Yin’ and ‘Yang’ isn’t easy.”

“……Yin and Yang?”

Wei Yanho sighed.

It looked like he’d found an idiot.

A martial arts teacher was thinking about how to paint a mountain with a single stroke, and a Wudang student showed up to teach him how to draw lines.

‘Why are all the warriors I know so strange?’

That was his doubt.

Is it that all the warriors are a little crazy, or are those kind of people just approaching him?

“My name is Song Hyeon (). You must have heard of me.”

“I’ve never heard that name”

“…….”

Song Hyeon looked at Wei Yanho with disbelief.

‘Don’t you know me?’

How is that possible?

He is Song Hyeon. Wudang’s best future leader and the leader’s chief disciple.

Regardless of his ability, it was inconceivable that anyone in the martial world would not have heard of Wudang’s chief disciple.

‘Are you serious?’

But there was no sarcasm in Wei Yanho’s expression. He didn’t really know him.

‘It must be someone who has recently gone out into the world.’

That was sometimes the case.

Some, although newcomers to the martial world, quickly gained fame and recognition thanks to their family training. Often, they had little experience despite their fame.

“Hahahaha, it’s okay. You may not have heard of my little fame. What does it matter?”

“When listening to you, it seems that nothing is important in the world.”

“Right, right. Yes, that’s also true. What’s more or less important in the world? Everyone’s looking for their own Dao. Who decides what’s more or less important?”

“Yes. Thank you for your wise words, I must train now, can you leave?”

“Tsk tsk, your training is wrong.”

Wei Yanho noticed.

There are people who can be convinced with words, and people who don’t. This guy was clearly from the second group. As a human, he should understand the words, but unfortunately, this guy wasn’t like that.

“Take a good look.”

“…….”

He began to show his technique with a sword.

‘It’s amazing.’

I thought someone from Wudang would be serious, but they’re all the same. It’s not important the origin, but the person. Wei Yanho is too.

Who would have imagined that someone like Wei Yanho would come out of the Wei family, who values justice?

“Look, this is the ‘Yin’.”

Song Hyeon’s sword began to move smoothly.

“And this is the ‘Yang’.”

The sword, which moved smoothly like the water, changed direction and flew quickly towards Wei Yanho. Like a tent jumping out of the water.

Song Hyeon’s sword stopped right in front of Wei Yanho’s face.

“Do you understand?”

“Can you take that off?”

“Hahahaha, I’m sorry if I offended you. There’s no better way to understand it. And this is balance.”

Song Hyeon’s sword flew toward Wei Yanho. His sword moved slowly, but contained a lot of energy. It seemed soft, but it contained a great force.

Wei Yanho sighed at the sight of the sword.

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

“Do you really understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

Song Hyeon felt uncomfortable seeing Wei Yanho wipe his ears.

“I understand your feelings, but this could be a unique opportunity in your life. Don’t regret it later, learn well. I’m not someone you can easily see.”

It was an arrogant phrase, but it wasn’t false.

The general view was that only the so-called Two Twins of Shaolin, Mujin and Mubong, and Qingjian (/ Chung Geom) of Mount Hua, could be compared to Song Hyeon in ancient schools. If they had to choose the best, everyone would choose Song Hyeon.

If Wei Sanho was in the Righteous Martial Alliance, Song Hyeon was in the old schools.

“Yes, I understand.”

But Wei Yanho’s reaction was unpleasant.

“……do you really understand?”

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll understand or not, so can you leave?”

“What?”

Song Hyeon looked at Wei Yanho with disbelief, and then calmed down.

‘If you have eyes but don’t see, I can’t do anything.’

Song Hyeon snapped his tongue with regret. He thought that this young man, who represented the Righteous Martial Alliance in the tournament, would have talent, but if he was so blind, he could not help him.

‘The level of the Righteous Martial Alliance has decreased.’

Song Hyeon, who was now curious about the young man’s identity, asked:

“Well, go away. What’s your name?”

“Wei Yanho.”

“Wei Yanho? Are you from the Wei family?”

“Yes. What is it?”

Song Hyeon’s eyes sharpened.

“Oh, then you’re Wei Sanho’s brother, the Demon-Expelling Sword.”

“Well, yes.”

When Wei Yanho nodded calmly, Song Hyeon smiled.

“Oh, oh. Looks like your brother doesn’t pay much attention to you.”

“Huh?”

“Has he not taught you in spite of your level? Is there no brotherhood among you?”

Wei Yanho sighed.

He was talking about his own Dao, but he was very meddling.

“No, well…”

“Hmm, maybe Wei Sanho’s skill isn’t as great as they say.”

At that time, the veins on Wei Yanho’s forehead swelled.

“If you are Wei Sanho’s brother, tell him this: his false fame will break in my hands in this tournament. I didn’t trust anyone from a small Wei family to have such skill. Your brother will realize why the great schools are great. ”

Wei Yanho smiled at Song Hyeon’s smile.

“Hey.”

“…… eh?”

Song Hyeon opened his eyes wide when he heard the informal language.

“Have you heard of this?”

Are you crazy?

Song Hyeon’s expression changed to disbelief.

“Medicine for a madman is a beating.”

“Crazy?”

Song Hyeon began to laugh with disbelief.

Did this young man call you crazy?

Although it was not the first time I experienced something so absurd, this was more absurd than anything I had experienced before.

“Young Wei, I don’t understand why you’re angry. Even if you’re proud of your brother, I’m not saying anything false. Your brother’s skill…”

♪ Crack! ♪

Song Hyeon couldn’t continue.

It was natural.

Someone who had been hit in the face with a sword sheath couldn’t speak.

“Don’t you know?”

Wei Yanho, seeing Song Hyeon on the floor, with his face covered, turned his arms.

“If you don’t know, you must get hit.”

Wei Yanho stuck his sword on the ground and lifted the sheath.

A sound of shock resounded in the quiet Monte Hua.

***

“……Song Hyeon?”

“Yes.”

“Song Hyeon the Immortal?”

“That’s right.”

The expression of Saha, the Historian, was obscured. Song Hyeon the immortal was famous as Wudang’s best warrior in the future. He was only overshadowed by Wei Yanho in his time, but if Wei Yanho had not been, he would have been a candidate for the best warrior in the world.

But he met Wei Yanho before reaching his peak.

Besides…

“He hit him a lot?”

“Hmm…”

Gwang Gusin Gye scratched his cheek with regret.

“It’s a shame for Song Hyeon the immortal. If he hadn’t met him, he would have gotten better results in the tournament.”

“…….”

“One thing people don’t know is… Wei Yanho got beat up a lot.”

“What do you mean?”

“How much did the Sword Emperor hit Wei Yanho? Wei Yanho received in one day the beatings that others would receive throughout his life. And…”

Gwang Gusin Gye smiled.

“The ones who get beat up are the ones who hit well.”

Saha’s expression was distorted.