Chapter 17

Episode 17. Naegigong is real

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percussion.

Suddenly, there was a sound of wooden swords clashing, and the dreadful momentum that made the hair on the back of the neck stand up disappeared.

‘I blocked it.’

The painter, surprised by the heavy feeling in his hand, took a step back and took a stance.

The flowerpot no longer attacked the fireman and was making an expression of disbelief.

“Stop this! I can’t believe it. How can we stop this?”

In fact, the last stab of the flowerpot was an attack that I would never have done if I hadn’t been surprised by my younger brother’s rapid growth.

Of course, I thought it would be unstoppable, so I decided to stop in front of the boat.

but got stuck

“Tongue brother. The last stab was so fast I couldn’t even see it. You didn’t mean to kill me, did you?”

In a different sense from the surprised older brother, the painter was surprised and nervous.

The eerie feeling I felt in that moment still lingered and made my body tingle.

“Hey, if I don’t go crazy, will I be able to use a trick on you? I just used a little bet to raise awareness, but I didn’t know you would stop that.”

The flower pot hid its surprise and trembled.

“A bet?”

The painter made a puzzled expression when he heard the word bet while listening to his older brother.

Are there any skills commonly used in martial arts in this era?

Even in modern times, there is a lot of talk about Qigong and Danhak, and there are academies and training centers.

But I’ve never seen or heard of shooting a firearm, cutting down a tree the size of a waist, or jumping a two-story building.

“Yeah bet. Haven’t you heard that masters say that I use qigong?”

“I heard. But I didn’t know if my brother could bet.”

The painter replied that he had never heard of it, but had heard of it.

‘There really is such a thing as inner strength in this era!’

“Haha, since I can make a bet, I’m assuring you that I will pass the military exam next year.”

“By the way, since when have you been able to make bets?”

“I’ve been learning qigong for about seven years, but recently I’ve come to some realizations and can use explosive power.”

“Explosive power? Does the bet explode?”

“It is easily expressed as an explosion to instantaneously generate power beyond the limit.”

“Ah, that’s why you moved so fast I couldn’t see you.”

“huh. Actually, I didn’t intend to use it until I bet you, but you’re doing so well in just two days. That’s why I made a bet not to be conceited. Of course, even that is blocked, so I am more surprised.”

“But what if you stabbed him so badly that I couldn’t stop him?”

“If you can’t stop it, of course I was thinking of stopping. Could it be that I will use power beyond my control?”

“Can you stab me so terribly and then stop?”

“of course. I could put an apple on top of your head and make exactly two apples and leave no hair damaged.”

“Controlling Eijin’s sword to that extent... is only possible for a great master.”

The painter once saw on TV masters splitting an apple on a person’s bare skin when demonstrating a swordsmanship similar to chalyeok.

Of course, the flesh was fine.

However, the person who showed the demonstration at that time was a master among masters with a 6th dan in kendo.

I didn’t think that my older brother, who was only 18 years old, was such a master.

“I’m a master.”

“My older brother is a master, but he is not a master who has been training for a very long time.”

“Of course, there are many masters among people older than me, but among my peers around here, there is no master like me.”

“ah! okay. Well... Hyung, by the way, will you teach me that Naga Qigong?”

“I am Qigong! hmm-. I’d love to teach you, but it’s not up to me to do it on my own. You must have permission from Master.”

“Does your brother have a master?”

“It is not natural. Then, would I have become such a skilled person by practicing martial arts by myself?”

“I don’t think I’ve heard that my brother is in military service.”

“Teacher didn’t have a military rank, but he’s a very talented person.”

“Who is your brother’s master?”

“Sorry about that, but I can’t tell you because I didn’t ask permission.”

“Are you a hermit master who wants to hide his identity?”

“What can you do?”

“I’m kind of interested.”

“Even if I become interested, I will not accept you as a disciple. In fact, I also had a very special relationship, so I was able to receive the difficult teaching.”

“What kind of relationship is it?”

“It’s twelve pounds.”

“yes.”

“You said you would pay 1 nyang for every two and a half pounds, so I’ll add a little bit and give you 5 nyang.”

“thank you.”

When the fireman handed over the money, the herbalists bowed their heads.

“Thanks for your efforts.”

“yes.”

When the herbalists did not go despite receiving the money, the fireman put on a slightly puzzled expression.

“Aren’t you going?”

“I have to go. But do you not have the poison weed you need anymore?”

“no. I will try this first and ask for more if needed.”

“All right.”

After the herbalists disappeared, the fireman sorted out poisonous herbs, ate lunch, and went to the smithy to receive the surgical knives he had ordered.

Warak.

The face of the fireman who received the knife frowned.

“Isn’t this too blunt, ma’am?”

“What is dull? It’s just sharp.”

“Please stand me up a little longer.”

When the painter held out the knife, the woman frowned for a moment, then took out a whetstone and rubbed the blade a few times.

“Is this enough?”

“no. Please change more.”

“How do I grind anymore?”

The cooker looked down at his annoyance and let out a short sigh as he watched the other guests waiting.

“Ha, that’s all right, just give it to me. I’ll change it myself.”

“yes.”

The fireman who came out with the surgical knives turned around and looked at the blacksmith shop and cursed at it, telling it to perish.

‘Why is the business going so well when you’re so unfriendly?’

I went to a nearby creek, took out a whetstone, sharpened all my knives, and headed for the slums.

* * *

“Welcome. Senator Bong.”

Pyochung, the head of the field, greeted Congressman Bong wiping his sweat.

Behind Pyochung, the sound of hammers being hammered by field chiefs was constantly heard.

There was a lot of hammering noise in normal times, but today it was particularly bad.

“You look very busy?”

“These days, bandits have been appearing frequently, so an order came down to strengthen the armament of the soldiers. Make some tea here.”

“yes.”

When Pyochung gave the order, one of the field forges ran to the forge, removed the knife from the red-hot charcoal fire, and set up a teapot instead.

Perhaps because it was the charcoal used to heat the iron, the water quickly boiled and soon steaming tea came out.

Tea was placed only in front of Congressman Bong, and old tea that had been cooled was placed in front of Pyochung.

“Eat.”

“It’s quite a luxury car.”

“The name is Daeyajang, so the wise man brings a lot of good things.”

“If someone hears it, why are you talking so carelessly?”

“When you hear it, it cuts off. What’s wrong?”

“It’s not that you’ll be cut off at the Great Chief’s seat, but your head might be cut off.”

“If my head is cut, his head will be cut too.”

“I don’t know what the hell you believe in and be so confident.”

“You don’t need to know my back. Anyway, why did you come to see me?”

Congressman Bong had heard at first glance that Pyo-chung was the disciple of Sang-hyeon, who was the head of the imperial palace.

Of course, he had connections with the imperial palace, so he thought that the hyeongryeong wouldn’t be able to do anything recklessly.

“Oh, I wanted you to make some stuff.”

After organizing his thoughts, Congressman Bong took out the bamboo stick given to him by the fireman from his bosom.

Cheer La Rock.

“What kind of item do you want me to ask for...?”

Pyochung opened his bamboo sticks and widened his eyes as if in surprise, and was speechless.

Then, as if it were a still image, I began to look at almost one of the many scenes.

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