Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 211

**Chapter 211: The Holgazan Participates (1)**

Song Hyeon was also unfortunate to meet Wei Yanho was his misfortune.

As one of the best future leaders of ancient schools, Song Hyeon must have been very confident.

Huh?

That he was arrogant?

You have not seen the future leaders of the ancient schools of that time. The future leaders and descendants of the ancient schools of now have seen much, so they have always been taught to be humble.

You think just saying it is enough?

We’ve got to hit them.

I myself, when the young beggars became arrogant, hung up and beat them.

Because they were arrogant beggars.

Hahaha.

The same thing happens in other schools. People become humble after suffering. If someone is talented and humble, is he a saint or a human?

Song Hyeon was one of the most humble. He was a good person.

You don’t think so?

Look at this.

Imagine Sangwan Hong seeing Wei Yanho waving a sword in the air. Would you mind?

He would simply think, ‘That madman is making a fool of himself’ and he would go his way. The fact that Song Hyeon tried to help shows how good a person he is.

Is it weird?

The old schools and big families of that time were arrogant. They thought, “We’re the best, why should we worry about others?”

And they were destroyed.

Who?

…Wei Yanho.

What kind of demonic sect is that? Before fighting the demonic sect, they fought Wei Yanho.

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“Haah!”

Song Hyeon rose suddenly.

He looked around with horror, as if he were being persecuted by a wild beast, and trembled at a voice beside him.

“Have you woken up?”

“……Ah.”

He saw that he was in his room, and a priest was by his side.

“Me?”

“We found him unconscious on the road and brought him here. What happened?”

“…….”

Song Hyeon could not answer. He wanted to know what had happened.

“Fortunately, he is not injured and his life is not in danger, but if a member of Wudang were attacked on Mount Hua, it would be a big problem.”

“No, it’s not that. Attacked…”

It wasn’t an attack.

It wasn’t an attack. What kind of attack leaves someone beaten to the point of losing consciousness?

‘But why isn’t he hurt?’

Song Hyeon looked at his body.

I should have died considering what I had received. It is not an exaggeration, if I had received so many blows with internal energy, even a stone god would have died.

It was surprising that he was alive, and even more surprising that he had no injuries.

“Did I dream?”

It was kind of weird.

But it didn’t seem like a dream, the pain when he was beaten was vivid, and that fucking guy’s face laughing was very clear.

“What happened?”

Song Hyeon was unable to answer Song Jeong’s question ().

He had met a young man as he was getting out of training, and things went wrong, and he was beaten until he lost consciousness. How could he explain that?

‘Was it a dream?’

Song Hyeon pinched his face. “It didn’t seem real.”

Of course, there are many teachers in the world, and Song Hyeon might have met one of them. But unless that teacher was an old man who had rejuvenated, he could not have beaten someone like him, who was considered one of the best future leaders of ancient schools.

Lost in a fight?

That’s understandable.

He would be angry and frustrated, but he could accept his weakness and improve.

But this is not so.

This was not a fight, nor a duel, nor a battle to the death. Song Hyeon was simply beaten by a young man.

It was very obvious, that’s why it was hard to believe. Not that I didn’t accept it because I was mean. What would Song Jeong say if I told him, “I was unconscious because a young man beat me to death because I tried to teach him”?

He would probably say that he had broken into the room of a Monte Hua disciple and had been beaten by the elders.

‘I must check.’

Song Jeong tilted his head as he saw the determination on Song Hyeon’s face.

“Sa-hyung?”

But Song Jeong wasn’t listening.

It was a reasonable idea.

If there are doubts, it is better to verify them and clarify the situation. The problem is that doing the right thing does not always result in a good result.

Song Hyeon was sinking more and more.

‘This way.’

Song Hyeon, ignoring Song Jeong, returned to the mountain, wielding his sword and breaking through the bushes. His sword calmed his trembling heart.

“No, it wasn’t.”

Although he said no, what had happened was very vivid. Even if he denied the pain in his eyes, ears and body, he could not deceive himself.

‘Is that possible?!’

If he had been beaten in a fight, he would have accepted it, but even if he had fought with his teacher, he would not have been beaten so easily.

Does that mean that young man was stronger than his teacher?

Does a young man in his twenties have the ability of an old man from Monte Hua?

‘It’s easier to rejuvenate.’

His mind could not accept the situation. To calm his confusion, he had to see that guy again.

As he made his way through the bushes, Song Hyeon saw a young man in a white uniform clumsily wielding a sword in a clearing.

“……what should I do?”

Wei Yanho frowned as he held his white sword.

“It must be fast, but it can’t be fast, it must be slow, but it can’t be slow. What…”

There’s common sense in the world.

Universal truths such as: “The water falls from top to bottom, and the sloths are drawn to the bed.”

But the sword his master had shown him broke that common sense.

If he were too strong, too fast, too soft to follow, there would be hope. His sword would also become strong, fast and soft.

But if the person holding the sword suddenly builds a house in the air, how would people feel?

A sword that breaks common sense causes confusion.

The result is visible, but the process is not. It was as difficult to understand as chasing a dragon that only shows its tail in the clouds.

“No, why did you show me that?”

Wei Yanho knew.

He had learned from the world, and that knowledge was becoming his through training.

Wei Yanho had reached a high level at an early age, but the most surprising thing was not his level, but his speed of progress.

Baek Muhan, a genius, chose a path that would allow him to be stronger in the future, even if he was weaker now, instead of teaching Wei Yanho everything.

If Baek Muhan had taught Wei Yanho everything, Wei Yanho would have been at least twice as strong. But with that method, Wei Yanho could not overcome Baek Muhan. He would pursue Baek Muhan’s shadow until the end of his life.

Therefore, Baek Muhan raised a great warrior. He hoped that he would become stronger and could finally overcome his sword.

Thanks to that, Wei Yanho was strengthening at an unprecedented speed.

But…

“Is that enough?”

He felt that he had been asked to fly after he had increased his race speed. I could not understand how he connected.

Every time I dreamed, Baek Muhan said, “Why can’t you do this, useless?” Now I saw him even with his eyes closed.

“Ugh.”

He’s anxious.

Wei Yanho knew it. He could not reach it alone in time. Even if he trained with training until the end of his life, it would be an unattainable mirage.

So Wei Yanho, the lazy man, began to train with his sword, the level he saw in his mind, the level he had to reach.

What would the world look like when it reached that level?

The sword Baek Muhan showed him was attractive, even to Wei Yanho, who wanted to die as a slacker instead of a warrior.

But…

“……So what should I do?”

He wouldn’t worry if they only asked him to find strength in softness. It’s the same as: “It must be soft but strong. It must be water but fire, sky but sea.”

He sighed and shrugged.

“It is not human.”

The conclusion is simple.

Baek Muhan was not human. Now he wondered if the legendary masters such as Cheonma, Dalma and Jang Sambong were really stronger than Baek Muhan.

Even if the Sword Master, who supposedly overcame everyone with his sword, returned, he would be a mere soldier in front of Baek Muhan.

As he tried to control his frustration, someone approached Wei Yanho.

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho looked at the person approaching.

“Oh?”

The Taoist of Wudang, who had been beaten the day before, approached Wei Yanho with fear. He had a sword in his hand and his legs trembled.

“Wow, amazing.”

Have the courage to come back after being beaten like that.

Wei Yanho looked at Song Hyeon again. “If he has that determination, he will be a great one.”

“What’s going on?”

Song Hyeon, surprised by Wei Yanho’s question, swallowed saliva and slowly drew his sword.

“Song Hyeon, Wudang’s third chief disciple, challenges you to a duel.”

“Oh?”

Wei Yanho looked at Song Hyeon with surprise.

“Really?”

“……yes.”

“Are you going to be beaten?”

“……Probably.”

“Why do you want a duel again? Do you like being beaten? After being beaten yesterday, you opened your eyes to a new world…”

“It’s not that!”

Song Hyeon screamed with a red face.

“I don’t understand! I don’t understand!”

“I see.”

Wei Yanho nodded slowly and said:

“My teacher always said this when he said that.”

“……?”

“If you don’t understand, they will beat you until you understand.”

“Huh?”

At that time, Wei Yanho’s sword flew like a ray of light and hit Song Hyeon’s head.