Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 27

Episode 8 The Energy of Death (2)

This is Mok Eun-pyeong’s residence.

-Slurp!

After breakfast Mok Eun-pyeong is elegantly drinking Gunsan Silver Needle a famous tea from Hunan Province.

A guard warrior named Jeon Yang-pyeong who had reached the level of a first-class master spoke carefully to him.

“Confucius.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“But looking at Howie Gam’s reaction earlier it didn’t seem like it was a lie. Do you really think that you are deceiving Confucius as a last resort?”

-widely!

Mok Eun-pyeong put down his tea cup and answered briefly.

“no. It’s half and half. There must have been something that even Gam Howie didn’t know about. Even if it was the last resort would you do something that would raise suspicion in just one day? “No matter how generous that guy Mok Gyeong-un is he must have kept at least one secret a secret.”

“yes? “What if…”

“You gave me just two visits and said that if I couldn’t find Jo Il-sang you would take my life?” “yes. “Didn’t you really want to have a persimmon escort?”

Mok Eun-pyeong had long wanted to make the Gam Guard of the third Confucius Mok Gyeong-un his own.

Even when I found out that he was from Salsu my feelings did not change.

He even commented that it might be more useful.

“If only you had looked into it separately and had faith in me…”

“You can’t do that.”

“That’s not possible…”

“If he showed unconditional trust instead of being grateful he would rather view the person he saw as a good person or easygoing. “The purpose is to create appropriate tension.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think Confucius would easily abandon such a talented person?”

Mok Eun-pyeong grinned and smiled.

Even if he had to wait two hours he really had no intention of killing him.

“After showing that this Confucius is this picky and strict we should show him forgiveness once he understands the truth. “A person is basically harsh but the effect is great when you treat him well.”

That was Mok Eun-pyeong’s way of dealing with people.

Guard Jeon Yang-pyeong pretended to be impressed even though he did not agree inwardly.

“It is indeed Confucius. “I never thought you would have such insight.”

“So wait quietly. When people become impatient it’s easy to break their hearts. “It’s unfortunate that we lost Howey Cho but I’ll be even more loyal because of that sense of responsibility.”

“You are correct.”

“The sound you put into your mouth is.”

“But don’t push yourself too hard.”

Mok Eun-pyeong raised one eyebrow at these words.

“what?”

“Didn’t you find out about Gam Howie’s past while researching it?”

“Ah…is that what you mean?”

“yes. Gam Howie may be from ‘there’. “If you really come from ‘that place’ no matter how retired you are if you provoke it for no reason you might get tired… or rather tired.”

He was about to say that it could be dangerous but then changed his tone.

This was because Mok Eun-pyeong had a strong sense of pride.

As such people from the assassination group were quite dangerous to use as subordinates.

Especially if you are from ‘there’.

-Whoop! widely!

“I mean it might be. “You don’t know if it’s true or not.”

“yes.”

“Rather than that think about what to do with that bastard. “If that guy really messed with Joe’s daily life he can’t just leave it alone.”

“…..”

Looking at the reaction it looks like the sarcasm has already gone bad.

Continuing the same story here would make the lord uncomfortable so guard Jeon Yang-pyeong quit.

It was then.

I heard someone running in a hurry.

-dripping!

“Confucius. “It’s one life.”

“Come in.”

One life.

He is one of Mok Eun-pyeong’s three guards and is the least active.

Like Gochan it was only second-class.

Therefore he took on most of the chores.

Mok Eun-pyeong asked Han Saeng who was rushing inside looking puzzled.

“It hasn’t been long since I sent you to check on the situation but seeing you come in such a hurry with that expression on your face what’s going on?”

“That…”

“Say it.”

“Gam Howie has disappeared.”

“what?”

Mok Eun-pyeong’s expression hardened at the sudden news.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Guard Jeon Yang-pyeong asked in an incomprehensible voice.

“What do you mean? “Gam Howie is disappearing?”

“That…”

“Are you sure you disobeyed Confucius’ orders and ran away?”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what are you talking about? “Tell me exactly!”

Guard Hansaeng spoke as if he was embarrassed by Jeon Yangpyeong’s urging.

“There is chaos now.”

“There was an uproar?”

“yes. “I couldn’t go near it because it was guarded by outer party warriors but I heard that after Gam Guard killed the three workers in the medicine hall he tried to kill the third Confucius as well but he was injured and ran away.”

‘!?’

Mok Eun-pyeong was dumbfounded by those words.

What does this mean?

I asked him to find his missing guard Jo Il-sang but why did Guard Gam suddenly try to kill that guy Mok Gyeong-un?

‘no way…..’

Was he trying to prove his loyalty with that?

Or was he trying to find out where Jo Il-sang disappeared by threatening Mok Gyeong-un?

It was difficult for him to guess.

At that time he asked Yangpyeong before the escort in a similarly dumbfounded tone.

“Are you sure? Why does Gam Howie do such a thing?”

“I don’t know either. However given that Confucius Mokgyeong’s injuries were said to be so serious that his life could have been in danger it may be true. But that’s not the problem.”

“Other than that what is it?”

“I’m sorry to report this to you…..”

“Speak quickly!”

At Mok Eun-pyeong’s urging guard Hansaeng barely opened his lips.

“It seems that Confucius Mok Gyeong-un stated during the investigation by the Foreign Party that it was Confucius who instigated Gam Howie’s betrayal and ordered him to be killed.”

‘!!!!!’

As soon as those words were finished Mok Eun-pyeong’s face became horribly distorted.

In response to his anger guard Jeon Yang-pyeong hurriedly spoke as if to appease him.

“Confucius. Please fix it. Even if that guy Mok Gyeong-un were to spread such rumors there is no way the outside party would believe it.”

-bang!

At those words Mok Eunpyeong slammed the table and raised his voice.

“It’s not a question of whether you believe it or not. “He wasn’t even selected as the successor but if he gets caught up in gossip what will his vassals think of Confucius when they see him?”

Mok Eunpyeong’s body trembled.

He is not a leader and the outside party may not put pressure on him about this matter but he will not overlook it either.

If that happened the support of the vassals might weaken.

“Mok Gyeong-un you bastard!”

-Park!

Eventually Mok Eun-pyeong couldn’t stand it anymore and got up from his seat.

I couldn’t bear it if I didn’t immediately go to Mokgyeongun and turn him over.

His bodyguard Jeon Yang-pyeong tried to dissuade him.

“Secure Confucius!”

“fix? Does it look fixed now? “That damn bastard stabbed Confucius in the back of the head twice and you’re telling us to leave him alone?”

This is the second after Jo Il-sang’s escort.

This one in particular really pissed me off.

“If you go now you will be more suspicious. Moreover if you are guarding it in the outer hall the attention of your vassals will inevitably be focused on you.”

-Wow!

Mok Eun-pyeong gritted his teeth at those words.

Although he was angry this was what Guard Jeon Yangpyeong said was right.

If he goes to Mok Gyeong-un here and vents his anger or causes harm it will have a negative impact on the succession competition.

But just leaving it alone would have ruined my outfit.

How proud of this guy can he be?

He didn’t know that Grand Duchess Mo Yong-ho or the Grand Lady would laugh at him.

Guard Jeon Yang-pyeong spoke in a low voice to Mok Eun-pyeong who was unable to control his anger.

“Confucius. Now that things have come to this how about moving ‘them’?”

“them?”

“The group that Gam Howie belonged to.”

“…You mean that place?”

“yes.”

“What do you mean move them?”

“As far as I know they are very proud and have an ironclad rule when it comes to killing.”

“Iron rule?”

“yes. “It is said that they do not allow the shooter from Jaffa to fail regardless of whether he is retired or not.”

“What can I do if I don’t tolerate it?”

“They say they will complete the killing in some way.”

At those words Mok Eun-pyeong’s expression which had been stiff as hell softened.

“Didn’t you say that Howie Gam tried to kill you? If you do that it’s actually a good thing. “I will pour it out on them.”

The corners of Mok Eun-pyeong’s mouth went up at the words of escort Jeon Yang-pyeong.

* * *

Mok Gyeong-un sits cross-legged and quietly closes his eyes as if meditating.

Mok Gyeong-un was currently trying something called Tonapbeop.

No matter how resilient he was the dagger stuck between his ribs and thigh was not going to get better any time soon.

So while he was like this he tried to form a Danjeon.

‘So how can I do this?’

A cold and dark energy of death or energy of death was gathered below Mokgyeongun’s navel.

It was the energy absorbed from the dead Jo Il-sang and Gam Howie.

However I actually absorbed it but unlike when I dealt with the internal force I absorbed through clothing it just accumulated in my stomach and did not move.

So I was trying to figure out how it would be possible to form a Danjeon with this.

But

‘Is this how it’s supposed to be?’

The Tonapbeop or breathing method was written in detail in the Yeonmokhwasimbeop (然木化心法).

Of course there was also a way to determine the fortune of one’s fortune.

In any case in order to perform proper energy you must take in the energy in the air through breathing techniques and gather it toward the dantian to form a small seed.

But something is strange.

‘Why does the energy received through breathing disperse?’

The energy gathered through breathing techniques is very subtle.

It was much smaller than when it was absorbed through clothing but this was normal and was described in the secret book of Simbeop.

So he collected the dust thought it was Mount Tai and guided it below his navel.

-Srurr!

But as soon as it came in it dispersed.

It just disappeared as if the inner energy that had been absorbed through meditation was naturally dissipated.

‘Why?’

I couldn’t understand.

Isn’t energy naturally prone to dissipation?

Since there was no one to ask and he could only do what was written in the book Mo Kyung-un had to follow the instructions.

“Whoa….Whoa….”

I gathered energy by memorizing the essence of Simbeop through Tonapbeop.

It lasted for half a day and the day was almost over but the fine energy that still came in was dispersed enough to reach below the navel.

‘…..what?’

Why is that?

In the secret book it was stated that it was very difficult to form a seed or a danjeon.

If you look at it from that perspective it’s definitely difficult.

There was no saying that enough to be gathered together would be scattered.

It is said to gradually disperse.

‘It disappears right away.’

However unlike books they disappear as quickly as they come in.

What is the reason?

After all isn’t martial arts something you can learn on your own?

‘hmm.’

Mok Gyeong-un glanced at his escort Go-chan who was sleeping as if dead in the bed next to him.

The ring finger and small finger of his left hand were cut off and he was locked in his outbuilding while unconscious due to the torture called Bungeunchagol (分筋錯骨).

Mok Gyeong-un asked the warriors of Oedang to bring him to him.

I was thinking of just letting him sleep but I have to wake him up.

“Gochan escort.”

“……..”

“Gochan escort.”

“…..”

“Hmm.”

-Sigh!

Mo Kyung-yun raised his palm above Gao Chan’s face.

Then

-Park!

Gochan opened his eyes and quickly lifted his upper body and answered hastily.

“yes!”

“Hey. It’s fascinating. Wasn’t he sleeping?”

“I was sleeping.”

In fact it was a high meal that I woke up to almost a minute ago.

After he woke up he somehow closed his eyes and studied the situation.

Thanks to that I learned that this place was a medicine house and that Mokgyeongun was right next to it.

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t open his eyes.

It was a kind of escape from reality.

Mok Gyeong-un spoke to him in a whispering voice.

“I had something I wanted to tell you when you wake up.”

“What is that?”

-Gulp!

Gochan couldn’t hide his nervousness.

I feel anxious for no reason.

Mok Gyeong-un smiled and said to him.

“Contrary to what I expected the mouth was quite heavy.”

“…..ha.”

Gochan breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact he didn’t think it would make much difference whether he died this way or that way but he endured it because he thought dying at Mok Gyeong-un’s hands would be the most painful.

“I’m starting to like Gochan Escort more and more.”

“Thank you.”

thank god.

It seems that his choice was not wrong.

‘…..wait for a sec. But is this something you will enjoy?’

I feel like I am somehow becoming accustomed to Mokgyeongun.

It was a high praise that made me fall into a sense of self-destruction when I became aware of it.

Then he suddenly remembered something and apologized as if he had missed something.

“By the way Confucius… I apologize. On the way he was caught by Gamhowi and the items he had entrusted to him were taken away…”

“Oh I got it back.”

“yes?”

What do you mean you got it back?

Mok Gyeong-un smiled and whispered to Go-chan who looked puzzled.

“Just know Gochan Escort. “I killed Gam Howie and took it back.”

‘!?’

Go Chan’s eyes widened at Mo Gyeong-un’s words.

Now does he think he heard correctly?

You killed Gam’s death sentence?

They say he is retired but do you mean he is a middle-level assassin of Bisalmun (飛殺門) one of the three major assassin groups in the Jungwon region?

“What should I do…..”

“fizzle.”

Mok Gyeong-un gestured towards the entrance of the medicine hall.

About four warriors could be seen in the shadows outside the gatehouse.

In addition there were four other people guarding the other side.

They were warriors from Yeonmokgeomjang Oedang.

“They think Gam Howie disappeared after attacking me. So you know roughly the same thing about Gochan escorts.”

Hearing Mo Gyeong-un’s words like this Gochan lowered his voice and spoke in a whisper.

“Are you sure?”

“Is there any reason to lie about something like this?”

“…”

Gochan swallowed dry saliva.

Well there was no way this devil-like guy would lie about something like this.

‘This doesn’t make sense…what on earth is this guy?’

He clearly did not practice martial arts.

But now he even killed a top-notch expert?

It was something that couldn’t have happened in any common sense.

No is this possible?

Mok Gyeong-un said to Go Chan the guard who was not trusting so easily.

“I have something to ask you.”

“yes yes? “What do you mean?”

“I want to make a danjeon but it doesn’t work out easily. “I thought I had a good level of understanding but it seems like I don’t quite understand the contents of the non-critical document.”

“…You mean Danjeon?”

Gochan frowned and asked back.

Does this guy still want to learn martial arts?

However Mok Gyeong-un was not old enough to start martial arts.

‘Seventeen… Waste material has accumulated in the blood vessels making it difficult to properly receive energy even if you do the vomit method.’

That is why he started practicing Tonap as young as possible.

Regardless of the problem of comprehension it would naturally be difficult to form a Danjeon.

I was at a loss as to how to talk about this.

‘I’m sorry to start you off but it’s already too late for you to learn martial arts.’

I can’t even dare to say that.

Gochan thought for a moment and said.

“Can you tell me what is difficult?”

Let’s help first.

Anyway talking about it verbally would only make me feel uncomfortable.

It would have been better to make him realize that it was too late to learn martial arts by hitting him with his own body.

Since he didn’t know his thoughts Mok Gyeong-un told him that he was stuck.

“…Maybe that’s why my energy dissipated no matter how much I tried.”

“…..”

Go Chan was dazed for a moment by Mo Kyung-un’s words.

Did he hear wrong?

I just did the Tonap method and I learned what energy is and I even collected it around the danjeon below the navel by myself through the energy path?

Of course it was scattered right?

‘no. ‘Are you kidding me?’

A guy who doesn’t know anything about martial arts or martial arts no matter how much he knows about the law did he get there on his own?

No matter how much you think about it this is impossible.

Even with the Samjaesimbeop which can be said to be the most basic it was difficult to easily understand the definition of energy unless you learned the basics for learning martial arts.

“Gochan escort?”

“Yes yes!”

“Why are you making that face?”

“That…”

“Is there anything strange?”

“no. Rather than that…”

“Rather than?”

“Confucius…did you really feel energy through your breathing?”

You felt it in less than half a day?

“yes. But what?”

“Confucius. “This is something we really need to be sure about…”

“Is there any reason to joke about just saying I felt what I felt?”

“……..”

I’m going crazy.

From Gochan’s perspective it was exactly like this.

It was as if Mok Gyeong-un himself was saying that he was an expert in heaven.

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