Chapter 62: You Dont Know Anything (1) (2/2)

Just as Ma Chul Goon bowed and was about to leave, Ma Bong Gi called him, “Goon-ah.”

“Yes”

Ma Bong Gi was about to say what was in his heart but decided not to and said, “When will you plan on returning home?”

“Since I am here, I there are people that I must meet and some business that I must take care of.”

“I understand.”

Ma Chul Goon bowed again and left the pavilion.

Ma Bong Gi had a complicated feeling as he watched Ma Chul Goon leave the room.

Then Sa Ma Chun entered the pavilion.

Although Sa Ma Chun may be lacking in the intelligence department, he was a professional at reading people’s expressions, especially Ma Bong Gi’s. He knew what Ma Bong Gi was thinking just by the sound of his breath.

“Will you like me to accompany you for a drink?”

“Let us then.”

Ma Bong Gi left his seat and entered the secret chamber behind the Mengju’s chair with Sa Ma Chun. This was a room that was exclusive only to the Mengju.

After going down a flight of stairs, there was a large room. Originally it was a training room used by Chun Ha Jin; however, now it looked completely different. It was now decorated with paintings, extravagant furniture, and decorations. At the center of the room, there was a bed large enough to fit more than ten people. Now, this was Ma Bong Gi’s private bedroom.

The person who planned this was Sa Ma Chun. Since he was young he offered Ma Bong Gi many women, and after he became the chancellor, this was the first thing that he created.

He quickly set up the table for alcohol.

“They are ignoring me. They have been ignoring me since they were young.”

“How could they sir?”

“Ha.”

He was someone who knew Ma Bong Gi’s feeling, so although Ma Bong Gi cursed at his sons he knew that Ma Bong Gi’s favorite was Ma Chul Goon.

Since Ma Bong Gi loved his son so much he recalled all the misgiving and trouble that his son caused.

If Sa Ma Chun truly counseled Ma Bong Gi and tried to appease them, then the two of them would have a better relations.h.i.+p. However, Sa Ma Chun didn’t do that since he wanted Ma Bong Gi to rely on him the more Ma Bong Gi felt depressed.

Then the door opened and three beauties entered.

“At times like this it is best to empty your mind and just have fun.”

“You and you, come here!”

He sat the two of them on either side of him and started smiling at Sa Ma Chun.

Sa Ma Chun laughed and drank with him, showing that he was satisfied with only a single beauty.

There were two people waiting for Ma Chul Goon outside the Mengju Pavillion. One person was Elder No, who was Ma Chul Goon’s longtime advisor and teacher. He was someone that Ma Chul Goon trusted the most.

The other person was someone that Ma Bong Gi attached to him. While Number Seven was attached to Ma Jung Soo. Number Three was attached to Ma Chul Goon. Since he was Ma Chul Goon’s guard he was able to enter into the inner parts of the Murim Alliance.

“Have you told him?” Elder No asked

Ma Chul Goon shook his head and said, “No.”

“You must go back and tell him.”

Ma Chul Goon just nodded but didn’t have any intention of going back.

***

I ran up the mountain to train before I retired into my bed.

The first thing that I trained was the external practices. Although internal practices might be important, the most important thing for the martial artist was their body.

Since the Practices of the White Crane was a martial art that used the whole body, it was even more important to train the body.

Although I didn’t have too great of an insight into it, I was just copying it.

It wasn’t easy trying to copy what was written in the manual.

After using my whole body to train, I felt refreshed. Or maybe it was because of the changes that a new martial art gave me.

Although this was a good feeling, I didn’t plan on changing my personal martial art.

My lifelong goal was to achieve the Spirit Sword.

There were two reasons as to why I was practicing this martial art. The first one was because it was practical. Although it rarely happened, if I lost my sword I would have to fight barehanded. Who knows if this would one day save my life?

The other reason was because of what Number Seven said. What Number Seven said to me that day enlightened me. ‘The Strongest Under the Heaven wouldn’t think like that’. He would be above the norm and try something different. Although I believed that Sword Arts and Fist Arts couldn’t be in harmony with each other, she had me consider otherwise.

That was when I had an epiphany. Something took root at that time. I was like a frog in a well, becoming too complacent with what I was comfortable with. So I was stuck in that place for so long. Originally I believed that this martial art couldn’t be incorporated into the sword arts since it used the whole body as a weapon. I would have to develop unnecessary muscles that weren’t needed for the sword arts.  However, since I was the Strongest Under the Heaven I couldn’t be bound by these beliefs.

I believed that by combining the sword art and this fist art it would allow me to break through my goal.

Bang Bang Bang!

I sent my fist, knees, elbows, and foot strikes into the air. I was as fluid as water, ever changing my attack.

The true intention of Practices of the White Crane was freedom.

***

The next day I received information on Jo Byuk from the Heavenly Net guild.

They were able to dig deeper into the things that he was involved in.

To find a decent scapegoat was almost impossible since he killed anyone that was on wrong terms with him. They would die a couple of months later, or a couple of years later, but one thing was in common. They were all dead.

From this I knew he sent the Three Rogues Three to eliminate them. He eliminated everyone who might be a threat to him.

Such an evil person.

Another thing that I learned from this was that he someone who spent lavishly. When he went out for a drink he would only drink the best wine out there, and when he went to Gieseng House he would only take the best women.

He was spending more money than he could make as Sa Ma Chun’s right-hand man.

Which means he must have some sort of money source.

If I could find that I would be able to finish this cleanly.

Once he lost his money, any type of story can be made.

A strong breeze blew through the streets while I was walking back to the inn. It was pretty cold. It seems that the fall is coming to an end and winter will arrive soon.

“It will get cold soon.”

I wanted to live a carefree life, but Kang Ho keeps bringing me back in.

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