Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 213

**Chapter 213: The Holgazan Participates (3)**

Wei Yanho, who had left Song Hyeon desolate, returned quietly to his room.

“Hmm.”

Wei Yanho, arriving at the entrance of his room, looked at the window on the second floor and became thoughtful.

Going directly to the window was shorter, but you would have to jump there. If you entered through the front door, it was longer, but it required less effort.

Being lazy, Wei Yanho cared about things that others would not consider.

“Better return through the door.”

Walking is less tiring than running. Wei Yanho has spent his whole life searching for ways to conserve energy. Jumping down requires less effort than jumping up.

Wei Yanho went to the front door and opened it.

“Huh?”

And he had the misfortune of meeting Wei Jeonghan, who was leaving his room.

Seeing Wei Yanho, who should be in his room, enter quietly, Wei Jeonghan’s expression was filled with concern.

“When did you get out?”

“…a while ago.”

Wei Jeonghan noticed that Wei Yanho shrunk slightly. Although they had spent a long time apart, he was his father, and Wei Yanho was his son.

He could notice the subtle changes in his son even with his eyes closed.

Wei Yanho, when he thought he had done nothing wrong, was a brazen guy. This slight shrinking meant that Wei Yanho felt some guilt towards Wei Jeonghan.

“……where have you been?”

“E… I was training.”

“Now you lie!”

When Wei Jeonghan looked at him with fury, Wei Yanho shouted indignantly:

“It’s true!”

“Snotty!”

Wei Yanho was surprised and retreated when Wei Jeonghan suddenly shouted.

“Why are you yelling?”

“I haven’t scolded you much because you’ve always been honest!”

Wei Yanho opened his mouth a lot.

Hadn’t I scolded him?

How many times had Wei Jeonghan shattered his bed? I could not understand how I could lie so brazenly.

“And now you lie to me!”

But Wei Jeonghan was so serious he couldn’t fight back.

“I was really training!”

“Snotty!”

Wei Yanho looked up at the sky.

The sad reality that no one believed him, even when he was telling the truth, bothered him.

“What is it, Father?”

Wei Sanho ran away surprised.

“Yeonho is lying, he has caused trouble.”

Lying?

“Didn’t he say he was training?”

Wei Sanho’s expression hardened.

And he walked towards Wei Yanho.

“…Yeonho.”

“Brother, I know what you will say.”

“I don’t know what you’ve done, but lying isn’t good. Especially among family members…”

“I’m so angry!”

Wei Yanho screamed, clenching his teeth.

“I can train! Is it that hard to believe I was training?”

“…Think about it from my perspective.”

“Huh?”

“Would you believe me?”

Wei Yanho put his hand on his chest and became thoughtful.

If he were in Wei Sanho’s position…

“Well, I was playing.”

Yeah, it’s easier.

To say that a turtle flew to escape a wolf would be more credible.

“You should have said it before.”

Watching Wei Jeonghan mock and Wei Sanho show gratitude, Wei Yanho realized how wrong his life had been.

Wei Yanho, who rarely felt hurt, felt uncomfortable.

“I told you not to go out. And to tell me if you were going out!”

“How can I report you every time I walk?”

“Yes you can! Everyone does, why don’t you? And you don’t even go out that often!”

“…… I’ll do it next time.”

“Good.”

Wei Jeonghan, as if forgiving him, patted Wei Yanho on the shoulder.

“I’ll go discuss the tournament with Seokmuncho, don’t cause problems. And!”

Wei Jeonghan looked at him severely.

“Train! The tournament is near! Stop playing and train!”

When Wei Jeonghan came out, Wei Yanho murmured:

“I will become bad.”

——-

“Why don’t you want to participate?”

Qingxuzi (), the old man of Mount Hua and the head of the tournament, frowned at Song Hyeon, who had come to give up the tournament.

What’s going on?

Song Hyeon is…

The main disciple of Wudang and a master of the sword recognized even by Mount Hua.

Considering that Xu Zicheng () of Mount Hua, Song Hyeon of Wudang, and Mujin and Mubong of Shaolin are considered the four best future leaders, Song Hyeon’s resignation was a big problem.

‘If it’s for Zicheng, Song Hyeon’s resignation is not bad…’

If it were a competition between the old schools, it would be welcome, but this tournament, although open to all schools, was a competition between four forces.

The Righteous Martial Alliance, the Heavenly Alliance and ancient schools.

Several schools, which are not strong enough to be considered forces, form an alliance, but that did not matter.

‘I must stop it.’

Why did they accept something so obvious? Because they were confident that they could win. If the ancient schools won the tournament organized and funded by the Heavenly Alliance, they would regain their reputation.

Many believe that there will be no major conflicts in the next ten years, so the competition will be between the next generation.

‘That’s why we should show good results in this tournament.’

The news that the tournament would be held in Monte Hua had spread. The feet of Monte Hua were full of people coming to see the tournament.

Although it had not yet opened, if opened, many people would climb this steep mountain. Viewers would exaggerate the achievements of the participants.

“Think again.”

“My decision is firm.”

“Why? Why?”

Qingxuzi hit his chest.

It was frustrating. To him, Song Hyeon was not inferior to Xu Zicheng, the successor of Mount Hua. Objectively, Song Hyeon was even better.

But Song Hyeon didn’t want to participate.

“……It’s hard to explain.”

Song Hyeon closed his mouth.

‘Anyway, I’ll have to face Wei Yanho in the final.’

If he fell again, it would be better to quit.

“Do Wudang leaders know that?”

“…No.”

“You represent Wudang in this tournament. How can you give up your responsibility for personal reasons?”

‘I do it for Wudang’s honor.’

The shame of running away?

If you think of the shame of losing, it’s better to have a bad reputation.

‘A bad reputation is better.’

Considering the shocking outcome of the tournament, it would be good for people to remember that he had resigned. Song Hyeon would be forgotten in this tournament.

“I don’t accept it.”

“Ancient.”

“If you really don’t want to participate, send an elder. If you can’t, I’ll file a formal complaint with Wudang.”

“Hmm…”

Song Hyeon made a grimace.

‘Just let me escape’

Although not intended, Song Hyeon saw Qingxuzi as an evil spirit. He seemed determined to die or live together.

“If you insist, I have one condition.”

“Condition?”

“…Even if I quit, don’t ask why.”

“What…”

Qingxuzi was about to scream, but he closed his eyes.

Song Hyeon’s gaze was firm. If I pressed him more, he could leave Mount Hua.

“Okay. I will do as you say.”

“Thank you.”

“But!”

Qingxuzi’s eyes were shining.

“I will file a formal complaint with Wudang about your attitude.”

“Yes. I will accept it.”

Song Hyeon was sure.

When the tournament was over, the leaders of his school would praise his forecast.

‘You must not face a typhoon.’

Song Hyeon, who had found a place to hide from the typhoon, sighed. “They would soon realize the existence of the typhoon called Wei Yanho.

***

♪ Wooong! ♪

A sword cut the air.

♪ Wooong! ♪

Again.

♪ Wooong! ♪

Again.

The night turned to dawn, but the sound of the sword cutting the air did not stop.

♪ Wooong! ♪

Peng Dogeuk, who had cut the air from top to bottom, stopped his sword.

The sweat from his forehead irritated his eyes.

“Uf.”

Peng Dogeuk wiped his face and looked up at the sky.

‘Full Moon…’

Looking at the bright full moon, he felt a tightness in his chest. After looking at the full moon, Peng Dogeuk took his sword and began to cut it again.

♪ Wooong! ♪ Wooong!

Regular sound resounded on the training ground as music.

“Only a thousand times more!”

No one would criticize a young man training late in the morning.

If Wei Jeonghan had seen him, he would have smiled with satisfaction, wishing to adopt him as his son. If Seokmuncho had seen him, he would have laughed at the fact that the graduates maintained a good attitude.

His companions would feel motivated, and his juniors would try to imitate him.

But there was someone with a twisted mentality who didn’t approve.

♪ Wooong! ♪

“Huh?”

He heard the sound of a sword cutting the air.

But Peng Dogeuk waved his head. “He was not waving his sword. How is it possible that there is a sound of wind if the sword is still?”

Peng Dogeuk turned his head and saw something white. “That something white flew quickly toward his face.”

♪ Thump! ♪

As soon as he realized it was a pillow, Peng Dogeuk fell to the ground after receiving a pillow on his face.

“Let me sleep, evil spirit!”

At the same time, a demon popped his head out the window.